Chapter 2 Reborn

After twists and turns, Lu Fan came to a shop.

This is a dilapidated small shop with no name and a bleak clientele. It makes a living by selling small wine and side dishes on weekdays. The owner is a terrible old man. Lu Fan always calls him Old Wu. This old guy always looks drunk . Today was no exception, Lu Fan had already walked to his door, and he was still sleeping soundly with the wine jar in his arms.

Dilapidated tables and chairs, with a rotten smell. The dust is everywhere, and a few mice can be vaguely seen playing in the corner. But Lu Fan likes this place because it's quiet, there's no ridicule, no sarcasm.

"Old Wu, serve me some wine."

Lu Fan knocked on the counter, and Old Wu opened his sleepy eyes.

Looking up at Lu Fan, Old Wu stretched out his hand first, and Lu Fan took out the copper plate and threw it on the counter.

Old Wu put away the copper plate first, then actually handed the wine jar in his arms to Lu Fan, and said in a slightly muddy voice: "There is still half left, it's cheaper for you. If you can't finish drinking, just bring it back to me." .”

Old Wu smiled and took out a chipped bowl and put it on the counter.

Lu Fan took the wine jar and bowl away, found a random table and sat down, filled a bowl of wine, and took a big gulp with his head raised.

The strong wine entered his stomach from his throat, and soon Lu Fan felt his body heat up, as if a flame was burning in his body.

"Good wine."

Lu Fan sighed in admiration. The second reason he likes this store is because the wine here is strong enough, which is different from other places.

Old Wu smiled and said: "That's right, I don't even look at whose wine it is. Lu Fan, have you been hit again?"

Lu Fan smiled bitterly and said, "One day I won't be hit."

Old Wu said: "Don't say that. Don't you think it's a miracle that you can live to this day? I still remember when you first walked into my shop, you were as thin as a little monkey. You were almost dead , Look at you now, everything is normal."

Lu Fan laughed, what Old Wu said was right. When he was a child, the doctor diagnosed him that he would never live to be twelve years old, but now that he has lived to seventeen and is still well, it is indeed a miracle.

Lu Fan turned to Old Wu and said, "That might be your wine, okay?"

A strange light flashed in Old Wu's eyes, and he also smiled and said: "Of course, my wine is of course the best."

Lu Fan sighed and said, "My woman abandoned me because I was a waste."

Old Wu narrowed his eyes and said, "Then she will definitely regret it in the future."

Lu Fan chuckled and said, "Old Wu, thank you for comforting me."

Old Wu smiled and said, "Believe me, this is not consolation."

Lu Fan poured himself another bowl of wine and said, "Unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't be able to drink your wine again in the future."

The smile on Old Wu's face faded, and he walked over from behind the counter and said, "What's wrong? Are you leaving?"

Lu Fan nodded and said, "Yes, I'm leaving. I failed the Martial Arts Academy test this year. I'm already seventeen years old, and at most I still have the chance to take the last test next year, but the family will never let me pass the test. I am ashamed to throw it to the end. They should release me after this year's festival, and I don't know where I will be placed, but I will definitely never come back."

Old Wu wobbled and sat down opposite Lu Fan, and said, "So miserable?"

Lu Fan nodded and said, "Yes, it's just that miserable. Old Wu, when I leave, I will definitely buy you a few jars of wine for the road."

Old Wu said: "No problem. I will definitely prepare a few more jars for you. But I think, you don't have to leave, why don't you try again next year, maybe you will pass the exam?"

Lu Fan laughed, but the smile was slightly sad.

"Successful? I don't expect this anymore."

Old Wu said: "Then you won't practice martial arts anymore?"

Lu Fan's eyes sharpened suddenly at this time, and said: "I will definitely practice martial arts, martial arts is everything to me. Even if I can't condense strength in this life, I am also proud of being a martial arts practitioner.

Old Wu's expression changed slightly, as if he didn't expect that Lu Fan could say such passionate words at this time.

Old Wu chanted softly.

"Last night was cold and windy, and today it's raining and snowing. When will the bitter sea and waves rest, and get drunk to relieve thousands of worries. Thinking about ten years of martial arts, tears flow into the cup. Those who have the sky in their hearts go first, who knows, who stays."

Lu Fan listened to Lao Wu's poems, with sadness in his eyes, he raised the wine jar and started drinking.

Old Wu chanted the last two sentences softly, stood up, and walked back to the counter.

He slowly took out a small jar of wine from under the counter with his hands.

"Come, Lu Fan, drink this jar of mine. I have kept this jar of wine for twenty years, let us get drunk today."

Old Wu put the small altar of wine on the table.

In Kaifeng, the fragrance fills the house. Lu Fan watched with drunken eyes as Old Wu poured him a bowl of wine, and said with a smile, "Why is this wine green?"

Old Wu's face was calm, he didn't feel drunk at all, and said softly: "You drank too much."

Lu Fan smiled and said, "Yes, I drank too much. Let me taste the difference of your bowl of wine."

Lifting his head and pouring a bowl of wine into his throat, Lu Fan only felt that it started from his throat, as if a fire went straight into his chest and abdomen. Lu Fan's entire face turned red.

Old Wu poured another bowl for Lu Fan, and said, "Go on, this wine must be strong enough."

Lu Fan felt that he was almost speechless. After a while, he choked out two words: "Enough."

After finishing speaking, Lu Fan drank another bowl, this time feeling even more violent.

Lu Fan seemed to be able to hear his bones cracking, his blood was churning, and his eyes were beginning to blur.

Standing up, Lu Fan said: "Old Wu, it seems that I am really a little drunk, no, I have to go back first."

Lu Fan staggered out, Old Wu looked at Lu Fan's back and said, "Remember to come over for a drink in a few days, I will save this jug of wine for you."

Lu Fan waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely come."

Old Wu smiled and said softly, "Of course you will come."

Old Wu waved his hand lightly, only to see the wine jar floated up like a ghost, and then fell back into the counter.

Old Wu tapped his fingers on the table regularly, shaking his head and singing softly.

"Eight thousand miles of mountains, rivers, swords and wine, ninety thousand miles of sky dream and awakening. Three cups can lead to the road, one fight will reveal the harmony of heaven and earth. The yin and yang cups are interesting, and life is full of wine. I don't know where the Ming Dynasty will go, who will laugh at me , who am I laughing at..."

On the way home, the north wind howled, and the flying snow hit Lu Fan's face like a knife, but he didn't realize it.

Walking back to Lu's house with a swaying body, he could already see the gate from a distance.

But at this moment, the center of gravity under his feet was unstable, and Lu Fan fell to the ground.

Lying on the ground, Lu Fan felt that he had no strength in his body, only the heat circulating in his body remained.

Consciousness gradually blurred, Lu Fan lay on the ground without getting up, and the heavy snow slowly covered his body.

A ray of light lit up from his body, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye. His body made a low moaning sound, the pores all over his body were open, and a stream of air was swirling around him that was visible to the naked eye.

If any martial arts master happens to be here, he will definitely exclaim, because Lu Fan's current situation is too much like the reborn body in the martial arts legend.