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The little loach poured wine for them all.

Chen Yi and Wen Zhu could not bear the alcohol, so they only poured one cup.

"Uncle, let's toast and thank you for taking care of us all the way here." The little Loach and the book sword had gone out to travel around the world.

He took another look at Chen Yi and Wen Zhu and said, "We'll do it."

The few of them picked up their wine glasses and downed it in one gulp.

Wen Zhu and Chen Yi still felt that the wine was spicy and astringent, so they clicked their tongues.

The little loaches were filled with wine again.

After taking a bite of the dish, he said, "The beef soy sauce is delicious."

"Uncle, on our journey here, we can be said to be travel worn and we've encountered all sorts of things. When I was at the Taoist temple with the little loach, I had yearned for the outside world to be filled with life. However, once I entered it, it felt like a spider's web. "Rather than being like this, I really can't be as happy as when I was at the Taoist temple." The book sword said.

"If I don't come out for a walk, how will I know how big the world is? If I don't come out for a walk, how would you know me?"

Wen Zhu smiled.

"Little Loach?" Chen Yi also looked at the little Loach affectionately. Yeah, sometimes it's fate that we all sit together. "

"A leaf drifting back to the sea, where do we not meet in life," Du Leyan said, "It is indeed so."

"When he saw the little loach still staring at the painting, he muttered to himself." No ego, no ego. No self? "

"Little Loach, what are you talking about?"

"I was thinking, for an old beggar to have such exquisite drawing skills, could he be extremely wise and foolish? He is a peerless martial arts expert hidden in the world." The little loach said.

"Thank you," Chen Yi smiled. Brother actually knows how to be stupid? "It's not that simple anymore."

"The little loach smiled with a red face." I've learned a few scriptures in the Taoist temple. What great booms, great coincidence, great invisibility, great wisdom, great foolishness … It's just that I didn't know what it meant at the time, causing Master to teach me for many days. "

"If I'm not wrong," Du Le muttered to himself for a long time. This old beggar was most likely the young master Zhong Yu from 30 years ago. He should be around seventy years old and should be around the same age as your Big Master Ming Feng.

"Young Master Zhong Yu, the old beggar? "What's going on?" Wen Zhu asked.

"This is a long story. I heard that the Zhong Family was a big family then. They were rich and respected. Zhong Yu had been obsessed with calligraphy and painting since she was young, and her attainments in it were profound. "Later on, because of a case involving the imperial court, the family was destroyed and everyone was killed. Later on, Zhong Yu was unknown and few people in the martial world knew about it. The reason why he appeared as a beggar was something that few people knew."

"The little loach's eyes were filled with admiration." If I ever get the chance to meet him, I must learn a few moves from him. "

"Come, let's toast again. Thank you for letting us know each other by fate. Cheers!" Shuang Jian said straightforwardly.

Everyone raised their glasses and emptied it.

The books and swords were once again filled with wine. Chen Yi and Wen Zhu could not bear the alcohol anymore. They each ate a pint of the Soup Dumplings. He praised the food.

At this moment, the three pock faced men sitting at the table next to him seemed to have eaten their fill. He then instructed the waiter to come and settle the bill, and made a series of gestures with his hands. After they paid the bill, they picked up their waivers and looked at everyone. He slowly walked down the stairs.

But they trampled on the wood of the stairs.

"After seeing it, Shujian said to Du Le in a low voice." They are all practitioners. " Du Le nodded in understanding.

The little loach filled Du Le, the book sword, with wine.

The autumn wind was blowing now, but the branches outside the window were rustling. The three of them were filled with pride as they downed the wine in one gulp.

Wen Zhu and Chen Yi thought of their many days of hard work, so they did not go too far to persuade them. This time, they were probably going to drink. The book sword and the little loach were even more enjoyable than last time in the pub, without knowing it. The pot of Nu Er Hong had already disappeared.

The three's faces were slightly red as they praised the wine.

Wen Zhu was about to call for the waiter to settle the bill when he saw a bag on a nearby stool. He thought to himself, "Could it have been the pockmarked man?" At this moment, those three people might have already left. So she gave Chen a peck on the mouth.

Chen Yi understood and the two of them walked up to take a look.

Seeing how big the bag was, Wen Zhu accidentally touched it. "It must have been left behind by those pockmarked men …" Before she could finish her sentence, she exclaimed in shock.

Chen Yi asked. What's the matter, sister? "

"What's inside? It's so soft, how could it have this kind of feeling?" While they were talking. He saw blood seeping out from the edge of the bundle.

Even though Chen Yi had killed many people before, she was still chilled to the bone when she saw this situation. "Brother Loach, come quickly."

The little Loach was slightly tipsy as it walked over to the bundle and took a look. He couldn't help but be taken aback. He opened the package and saw layers of sealed oil paper with blood seeping out. He touched the outline with his hand and broke out in a cold sweat. This is clearly a head. "

Seeing the strange expression on the Loach's face, Jian Chen walked up to it. Upon closer inspection, it was a human head.

Seeing this, Du Le woke up from his stupor.

"What should we do? Uncle. "Where did these three pock faced men come from?"

He heard a loud noise coming from downstairs.

With a meaningful look in his eyes, he told the little loach to wrap the bag up quickly. Then they sat down at the table and continued drinking as if nothing had happened.

"Dang, dang, dang dang dang" The sound of people going upstairs.

The sound of footsteps could be heard.

A pockmarked man, who had been drinking wine a moment ago, walked over. He squinted at the crowd. He walked over to the seat and picked up the bag. There were traces of blood on the chair. He felt slightly terrified. He wiped it with his sleeve.

He saw Wen Zhu and Chen Yi admiring the calligraphy and paintings beside him, but he did not pay much attention to them. He glanced at the crowd. Go straight down.

"Who are these people?" The little loach also lost a bit of drunkenness. he asked.

There was a commotion downstairs.

"Are you sure they're on this floor?"

"Yes, yes, I've been watching them. They're drinking upstairs now. "Haha."

"Big brother, these people are pretty skilled in martial arts, please do not show any mercy when you attack."

The book sword listened carefully. It was actually the voice of the servant who was bitten by a little girl in the Ma Mansion. " And the one who spoke afterwards, wasn't that Manager Ding from Ma Residence?

Not good, he thought. It indicated for everyone to hiss.

"She whispered." It was Ma Dabao who sought revenge. "

Someone asked from downstairs.

"Who are you?"

Then, he started mumbling to himself! There was no more movement.

"What is it in your hand? Open it and take a look."

He looked down the stairs. This was an incredible strike. There were more than a dozen people gathered downstairs. Beside Butler Ding was a tall and sturdy bearded man with a thick beard. He was talking to the pockmarked face that had just come downstairs. The bearded man's eyes were sharp, and the most eye-catching part was the scars on his face. They were as deep as the eye could see, and the scabs on his face resembled earthworms. It was a terrifying sight to behold.

The pockmarked face chattered, and the bearded man was very impatient.

It turned out that the bearded man saw this pockmarked face and wore a strange outfit, unlike the clothing of the Central Plains. In his hand was another bundle. A doubt arose in his heart. " Second, third, go and unpack his backpack and see what's inside. "

"Yes!" Steward Ding said to the bearded man. Brother, we're here to find those people, don't delay our business. "

The bearded man muttered to himself. He looked the pockmarked face up and down. There was a short knife at Pocked Face's waist. "Exquisite and small." Leave behind your blade at your waist. "

At the same time, he waved his hand, signaling someone to block the stairs. Five, six short and vigorous men with green scarves surrounded the stairs.

Seeing the large number of people, the pockmarked face was slightly frightened.

The waiter ran over.

Seeing this, he also felt fear in his heart. He had seen this sort of thing too many times. The result was not that the tables and chairs here were damaged. They were here to pay for the food.

Thus, when the waiter saw this situation, he felt very helpless. "He said this very carefully." Honored guests, what is this about? They were all in the martial arts world, how could they not be hesitant? In the end, they were all friends. Why are you so hostile? "

The bearded man glanced at the waiter, and suddenly grabbed the waiter's neck with his right hand and lifted him up high. The waiter was so scared that his face turned ashen, "Please spare me, please spare me." This little one doesn't dare, this little one doesn't dare. "

The bearded man put him down and pushed. The waiter staggered and fell to the ground.

"Number two, number three." Unpack him. and took his knife by the waist. "

The one called number two, number three was also tall and sturdy. He was big and well-built. His muscles showed that he had reached the pinnacle of martial arts.

The two of them walked up, wanting to snatch the bundle from the pockmarked face.

The pockmarked face figure stepped back and pulled out the knife from his waist.

The bearded man was shocked, he did not expect that this pockmarked face with a medium body would actually know how to resist. "Kill him!" "Let's go."

The second and third brothers, one on the left and one on the right, charged forward like hungry tigers pouncing on food.

But there were two miserable cries.

The second and third brothers each covered their left eyes and retreated.

The bearded man was even more shocked.

In the blink of an eye, before the pockmarked face could be seen, the second and third brothers' left eyes were stabbed.

This change.

Even the air had frozen.

Just like this, the wind had already calmed down.

"..."

It was:

Vengeance between a gentleman and a vile person

The fly-trap dog refused to give up

Shi Pingxiang didn't finish the wine

Head in Drunken Wind House