Chapter 279 — Warm a Pot of Wine
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Shen Mu bounded, rose and fell in a few leaps before the two butcher knives; in a head-down, feet-up posture, he seized both hilts and spun the blades, and swish, swish, swish—innumerable arcs of knife light cut into the earth.
He spun and moved forward, blade light falling like rain, like a waterfall, slashing into the ground. Suddenly he spread his legs, slapped the ground with the backs of the blades, and launched himself skyward; then he landed steadily, thrust both knives into the pouches on his back, turned, and entered the capital.
Before long he arrived at the Jade Fragrance Pavilion, entered the Green Bamboo Garden, went around two bends, passed the statue of the South Sea Guanyin, and reached the private room. The two great shamans were still there; when they saw him, shock filled their faces.
Shen Mu asked, "Is the food still warm?
" One of the shamans stared blankly at him; the other hastily nodded.
"And the wine? " Shen Mu asked.
"The wine has gone a little cold.
" Shen Mu waved a hand.
"You warm it and bring it up.
And you—stay here and pour my wine. "