THE YOUNG BREWMASTER'S ADVENTURE (DASHING YOUTH)

016 The Right Path

Chaisang City.

Autumn rain falls.

In a deserted temple in the suburbs, Sikong Changfeng felt cold, so he built a fire and sat there leisurely warming himself by the fire with Baili Dongjun.

No one knew where the elegant young master Luo Xuan had gone, while Lei Mengsha sat alone under the eaves, with the huge Bai Liuli lying beside him. However, after only a day or two, Lei Mengsha seemed to have become very familiar with the snake. He touched Bai Liuli's head and said, "Brother Bai, do you miss home?"

Bai Liuli opened his mouth and twisted his body.

"It's a bit cold. It would be nice if I had some wine to warm myself up." Lei Mengsha murmured.

Baili Dongjun couldn't help but curse after hearing this: "You've wasted my whole room of good wine!"

Sikong Changfeng took out a wine bag from his arms, raised his head and took a sip, then handed it to Baili Dongjun: "Drink it."

Baili Dongjun was stunned, took the wine bag and sniffed it gently: "Sang Luo? Where are you from?"

Sikong Changfeng smiled and said, "I secretly poured it in while you were sleeping."

"You are such a good Sikong Changfeng!" Baili Dongjun glared at him.

"Do you want to drink? If not, let me have a sip first." Lei Mengsha said, stretching out his hand.

"Pah." Baili Dongjun raised his head and took a big sip, wiped his mouth, and threw the wine bag away. Lei Mengsha reached out to take it: "You are the only grandson of the Zhenxi Marquis Mansion. You are not good at martial arts, so why do you like brewing wine?"

Baili Dongjun smiled and said, "A son of a marquis must be good at martial arts? If my father was the top scholar, wouldn't I have to be a poet? What my grandfather did, what my father did, has nothing to do with what I do."

"That makes sense." Lei Mengsha nodded, "If I were willing to be like the people in my family, I wouldn't be exiled from Lei Family Castle."

"Why were you exiled from the Lei Family Castle? This has always been a mystery in the martial arts world. You are the most outstanding disciple of this generation of the Lei Family Castle. Even though you were born in a branch family, you were once placed with high hopes." Sikong Changfeng asked.

"Do you know a lot about the martial arts world?" Lei Mengsha asked as he threw the wine bag back to Sikong Changfeng.

Sikong Changfeng took the wine bag and took a sip: "I have been living in this world since I was a child."

"Your spear skills are good, but your moves and techniques are not complete. You seem to have a very good foundation, but you have only learned the form, not the meaning." Lei Mengsha walked over and picked up the spear in Sikong Changfeng's hand. "I have definitely heard of this spear. Silver Moon Spear, Crying Heartbroken. Its owner is Lin Jiu, the successor of Jiangnan Zhuixu Spear. Lin Jiu has been missing for many years."

"He's dead." Sikong Changfeng said lightly.

"Is he your master?" Lei Mengsha asked.

"I guess so. When I saw him, he was dying. His body was covered with sores and he was lying in front of an abandoned Taoist temple, waiting to die. I saved him and brought him to where I lived. He hoped that after he died, I would burn his body and take his ashes back to his hometown. He said there was a lake in front of his house, called Xuyin Lake. When he was young, he loved a woman who would sit by the lake and comb her hair every morning. He often went to see her. But he was just a poor boy at the time, and the woman was the most beautiful woman in the town. He made up his mind, picked up a gun and walked out of the town, but he didn't expect to not go back for thirty years. Once he entered the underworld, he could never get out again. He hoped that I would scatter his ashes in the Xuyin Lake."

"Didn't I ask you to ask about that woman?" Baili Dongjun asked.

"In the third year after he left, his brothers from his hometown brought him news that the girl had married. He said that the girl didn't even remember that there was a young man who came to the lake early every day to practice shooting, just to see her combing her hair. He said that after so many years, he couldn't remember what the girl looked like, and he had no idea what to think about it, but he remembered the lake. But when I came to the town he mentioned, I found." Sikong Changfeng paused and sighed, "The lake has dried up."

Lei Mengsha and Baili Dongjun looked at each other and said nothing.

"The person is no longer the same person, and the scenery is no longer the same." Sikong Changfeng shook his head. "Later, I dug a hole by the lake and buried his ashes in it. Maybe one day the lake will become the Mirror Lake where the girl combed her hair. Or maybe one day it will be completely filled up. Who knows?"

"Did he teach you how to shoot?" Lei Mengsha asked.

"He taught me the spear technique for five days, and then he died. But it was this five-day spear technique that saved my life many times in the past few years." Sikong Changfeng took the spear back from the assassin Lei Meng, "So I am also very curious, what is this complete spear technique like?"

"Zhuixu Spear is not a very powerful spear technique, but Lin Jiu is indeed an amazing person. It seems that I was wrong just now." Lei Mengsha looked at Sikong Changfeng, "Your spear technique is about the intention, but not the form. If you have the chance, you will definitely be able to reproduce that spear technique."

Sikong Changfeng smiled bitterly: "There will be no chance anymore."

Lei Mengsha nodded: "You will definitely not have another chance, but you are lucky to have met us. We are the Eight Young Masters of Beili. You should know that the eight of us spread out like a net, and this net can cover the entire Beili. We will help you."

Baili Dongjun looked confused: "What are you talking about?"

Sikong Changfeng shook his head: "Stop talking about me, let's talk about Gu Jianmen. Although I got mixed up with you guys without knowing what I was doing, I still don't know what kind of person the person we want to save is."

"Master Lingyun, Gu Jianmen." Lei Mengsha narrowed his eyes slightly, "Of course he is a... madman."

"When he was young, he went to Beijing to study. On his first day, he offended the people of Tianqi Baishizhai. Baishizhai is the largest underground gang in Tianqi City, with all kinds of people. He was tied up and taken to the main hall for punishment. The person in charge of Baishizhai sent someone to check Gu Jianmen's identity. He knew that the Gu family in Southwest Road was not an ordinary family, but after all, they could not get a place in Tianqi City. So he asked him to draw a life and death lot. After drawing the lot, he could leave after receiving the punishment. The so-called life and death lot, a total of ninety-nine lots, with various tortures written on them. The most fierce one is almost equivalent to the death penalty, and the most common one is like nine knives and sixteen holes, which also requires a few holes to be pierced in the body. There was a spy from the school in Baishizhai, who immediately went back to report the news, but Gu Jianmen didn't even think about it. He just walked up and drew a stick, took a look, threw it on the ground, and turned around and left. After that day, the name Gu Jianmen became famous in Tianqi City."

"What does it say?"

"Of the ninety-nine life and death lots, ninety-eight are death lots and one is life lot. Gu Jianmen drew the only life lot, and it has four words written on it: Mingtang Zhengdao."