Reborn Genius Doctor Yin

Chapter 196 Breakthrough (1)
"Hello senior!"

The sound of the piano dinged, and the drinking sound stopped abruptly at the same moment.

"Senior, let me go." With bright eyes raised, Shui Xiao gave a big smile, and the takeaway even blinked his big eyes, making a cute grimace.

If she stretched out her hand and didn't hit the smiling person, she didn't believe that this trick wouldn't work.

The old man withdrew his fist, and the corners of his eyes twitched imperceptibly.

Retracting the fist with one finger, Shui Xiao squinted his eyes, blowing the fist that was smashed into purple, and slowly divided the cups and cups on the coffee table, put two in front of the old man, and moved one in front of himself.

"Go ahead." The old man didn't change color because of the loss, raised his eyes slightly, and nodded to the academicians in the square.

The voice is very soft, but everyone can hear it.

The students, who were in the mist, woke up and straightened their waists in a proper manner, only the mixed emotions in their eyes could not be concealed, and they were revealed with the blink of their eyes and frowning.

The academician holding the box responded neatly and walked to each small array. It happened that one person was in charge of a group, and then he took out small pieces of jade plaques from the box and distributed them to everyone.

Shui Xiao didn't look back, and sat upright with his hands tied.

One person was in charge of more than [-] people, and the work of distributing jade plaques was completed in less than half an hour. The academicians put away the boxes, gave a calm order, and led the way ahead.

Pinning the jade badges on their chests, the students silently followed the pace of the academicians and walked towards the South District.

Shui Xiao, who watched from the corner of his eye, saw the academicians leading the students to different buildings. Looking at the buildings again, they saw classifications hanging on the foreheads of several buildings, engraved with "sword skills" and "knife skills" respectively. "Technology", "Halberd Skill" and other words.

Concentrate your eyebrows, take a deep look, turn your head, look at the North District, and find that each building in the North District also has a plaque. The difference is that the first four buildings have no specific classification, and they are engraved with "Heaven, Earth, Xuan, Huang" , there are a few buildings in the back named after the color, since the "yellow" word building is "purple, blue, orange, green, red" the same, and the ones in the back can't be seen clearly because of the angle.

Indistinctly, Shui Xiao had some understanding in his heart, so he didn't look too much, and sat upright.

After a while, when the academician led the students into the corresponding buildings, the old man said again: "Two jars of wine, one jar of Jiazi, one jar of 58 years, milk baby, pick out a jar of 60 years, It counts."

The second level, this?

Shui Xiao touched his nose, scanned the two wine jars several times, and frowned.

It's not difficult for her to know the wine by smell, but it's really hard for her to know the wine from another jar. What's more, the surface of the two wine jars is obviously washed with the same kind of wine. There is really nothing to do with the two-year difference in wine except guessing.

Look left and right, Shui Xiao, once known as the omnipotent woman, really doesn't want to slaughter sheep now.

"Porphyrin" Feifei, who had been following behind his master, snorted boredly and spit out a large amount of saliva.

Shui Xiao, who was wondering whether to open his eyes and catch blindly, his eyes lit up, and he quickly reached out to hug the altar at the south end of the coffee table: "That's it!"

The old man looked away, glanced at the little green horse, and moved the altar at the north end to the ground for storage, which was considered correct by default.

The little green horse blinked, held his neck high, and was still so elegant and flamboyant. He didn't do anything, so what was he afraid of?Without even entanglement, he directly ignored the human beings whose strength was twice as strong as his own.

Holding the wine jar and inspecting it a few times, Shui Xiao stretched out his hand and patted the mud seal, and then opened layers of seals, and when he lifted the last nanmu cork, he finally smelled the clear aroma of wine.

Smell and taste, mainly five grains, can be regarded as liquor, about [-] degrees, can be called strong wine.

With this degree, it can be regarded as the best wine on the mainland, but compared with the monkey wine in Youdong Mansion, it is naturally a low-level wine. If she drinks it, she can drink about two catties without getting drunk.

Fluttering blinking eyes, without saying anything, slowly pouring wine from the jar, the wine flowed out in a line, filling the cup but not overflowing, the three cups were full, closing the jar, not a single drop came out.

The old man Su Chu took a sip from the cup and held the cup: "Nanny, the last test, guess my heart, guess what my state of mind is, the fourth floor of the world, choose a place as you like."

Guess what?

Gently looking up, staring at the old man, Shui Xiao took the wine, took a sip, the wine was very strong, it entered the throat and fell into the stomach, burning the stomach with burning pain.

Lowering his eyebrows, watching his blurred outline reflected in the clear wine, it took him a long time to put his glass on the piano: "Senior, if you want to find the origin of a surname, which building should it be?"

"Tianzihao." The old man stroked the small jade cup with both hands, and answered crisply.

Standing up, Shui Xiao hugged the piano and moved to a corner, facing a row of buildings in the north, with his side facing the old man, sat quietly for about half a stick of incense, and moved his fingers suddenly.

The piano plays all over the courtyard, and the sound is far away. At this moment, the sky is high and the clouds are clear, the wind is calm and the sea is calm, pure as the earth after the spring breeze blows, singing and dancing, cars and horses are noisy, everywhere is thriving and prosperous.

At this moment, everything is peaceful, the flowers are perfect and the moon is full, the beauty is dancing with sleeves, the figure is graceful, the young man is facing the wind, drinking wine and singing songs, performing the joy of the world, and the years are quiet and beautiful.

The old man with a calm face was holding a cup and listening to the piano, his expression was as calm as ever, occasionally he would take a sip of wine and squint at the young man playing the piano, his eyes were also ordinary.

However, the melodious sound of the piano maintained a sudden change of sound.

At this moment, it seemed as if the sky had collapsed overnight, gunpowder smoke was everywhere, and the peak was in full swing. The young man straddled his horse to the battlefield, and the beauty greeted the door with tears and tears.

At this moment, the once-traveling and busy-trafficking scene turned into nothingness, leaving only the city corridor silent and desolate; at the other end, there are war horses rustling and drinking the westerly wind, soldiers pointing coldly at the sky, war drums beating mountains and rivers, and their hoarse hoarseness shocks the world.

When the sound of the zither suddenly changed, thousands of horses galloped, and thousands of armies confronted each other. The sound changed again, the Sheng flag roared, and countless people collided suddenly in an instant.

There was a sharp sound, and the endless killing stopped in an instant, and the flag was upside down, and everything was defeated; then, everything turned into dust, leaving only yellow sand on the ground, and the cold moon and setting sun.

With a slow sound, the former beauty leaned on the door every year, and gradually faded, and the beauty was late; that time, the former teenager had gray temples, and the hero was also late.

In the late evening, the hero staggered back, only to see people go to the empty building, the courtyard collapsed and the walls collapsed. When he searched for it, he saw only a few piles of loess and luxuriant grass.

The wind is blowing, the dusk is shining, and the eyes are full of depression.

The sound of the piano is round, deep, and melodious. The sound is only desolate, it is the loneliness after the prosperity, and the loneliness of guarding the years.

The old man in plain robe holding the cup has sat with his eyes closed at some point.

Silently, the old man's complexion froze suddenly, and there was a trace of desolation on his body, that desolation blended into the air, and the water pavilion was like a battlefield after a slaughter, and there was still a trace of melancholy in the bleakness.

Melancholy is not the melancholy of unfulfilled ambitions, but the melancholy of a hero who faces the years alone in his later years. That melancholy brings with him longing and memories, and also hides deeper and thicker hidden feelings.

(End of this chapter)