Vol 2 Chapter 70: Guanzhong Shanxi Goose

It's still lively behind!

Just when Princess Danfeng was stunned, she suddenly heard someone laugh outside the courtyard.

"It's okay to be hungry, even if it's swelling to death, being **** off by my wife, or choking to death, I have a medicine doctor.

A doctor who sells wild medicine, carrying a medicine box, walked in with a crutch, and was actually a lame man.

In the silence of the night, as if someone came to the fair, it suddenly became lively.

Immediately after that, the salesman who sold pollen and the vegetable vendor who carried the burden came and gathered in this small courtyard.

Princess Danfeng can't even turn her eyes to see. Although she has no experience in the world, she can see that these people are all coming towards them.

Strangely, these people all stayed in the yard and didn't mean to come in and make trouble.

Princess Danfeng asked Lu Yang quietly: "Are these people here to avenge Yan Tieshan?"

Lu Yang smiled and said, "Boss Yan will not have such friends."

Princess Danfeng said: "They all seem to have very deep skills."

Lu Xiaofeng said indifferently: "There are many masters in the market. There is nothing strange. As long as they don't trouble us, we will treat them as if they don't exist."

Lu Yang drank a glass of wine, no longer paying attention to everyone in the courtyard, just drinking it himself.

Huamanlou suddenly smiled and said, "When did Lu Xiaofeng become a nosy person?"

Lu Xiaofeng also smiled, and said, "It changed in just a while."

There was even more drums, and it was already three shifts.

The old man smoking a dry cigarette by the well stood up, stretched his waist, and said, "Why hasn't the person who asked us here yet?"

Princess Danfeng was surprised. It seemed that these people were invited by someone.

Who invited these people? Why should you ask them to come.

Princess Danfeng looked at Lu Yang, but Lu Yang didn't see him, just drank his wine slowly.

Princess Danfeng was a little dumbfounded by Lu Yang's actions so cool.

Qiong Xiucai said, "It's almost dawn, he must be almost there."

The hawker selling steamed buns said: "Then I'll take care of it."

The hawker selling steamed stuffed buns kept their hands together, stacking dozens of steamed stuffed buns on top of each other, straight up seven or eight feet high.

The hawker flying body, standing on the pile of meat buns in a golden rooster style, actually stood firmly on it.

Princess Danfeng sighed and murmured: "I finally understand that going through the rivers and lakes is not easy. No wonder they told me not to run around."

Lu Yang smiled and said, "It's pretty good to understand now."

Suddenly he heard the peddler who was standing on the bun yelling and said, "He's coming!"

The shout of "come" was so excited that everyone in the courtyard seemed to be refreshed.

Princess Danfeng's heartbeat has speeded up, and she has long wanted to see who this is.

But when she saw this man, she was quite disappointed.

It turned out to be a bald old man with a yellow face, dressed in a rusty, crude cloth. With white cloth socks and gray cloth shoes on his feet, he looked like an old man from the country.

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But his eyes were bright, and the expressions in those eyes revealed incomparable majesty.

The people in the yard are waiting for him. But after he came, none of those people went to greet him, but silently gave way.

The bald old man looked around and strode towards Lu Yang's room.

Lu Yang took Shangguan Danfeng back to the table.

The door of the room was already open, and the bald old man didn't knock on the door or greet Lu Yang and his party, so he sat down opposite Lu Yang with a grin.

He mentioned the wine jar on the ground and smelled it, and said, "Good wine."

Lu Yang nodded and said, "It is indeed a good wine."

The bald old man said: "One and half?"

Lu Yang said: "Good."

Without saying a word, the bald old man picked up the wine jar and poured it down into his mouth.

After half a jar of wine was poured into his stomach for a while, his original yellow and miserable face suddenly became red.

Lu Yang didn't say anything, so he drank after taking the wine jar. Drink faster and slower.

When the jar was finished, the bald old man suddenly laughed. Said: "Good! The wine is strong enough, and the people are strong enough."

Lu Yang wiped his mouth and said, "If a person is strong enough, wine is strong enough."

The bald old man looked at him and said, "Lu Yang, yes, it's no wonder my uncle is so nervous."

Lu Yang smiled and said, "Everyone in the rivers and lakes says that Shanxi geese are good, heroes, sure enough."

The bald old man laughed and said, "You have good eyesight. I like the old man."

Princess Danfeng looked at the bald old man and couldn't believe her eyes.

She never thought that this bald and earthy, weird-looking old man was actually the Shanxi geese who had been famous for thirty years with a pair of iron palms.

It is not a simple matter for a person to be respected as a "hero" in the arena.

But this old man really didn't even look like a hero, Princess Danfeng couldn't figure it out. She felt that the things she couldn't figure out were coming one after another.

Shanxi Yan’s laughter stopped, his eyes pierced, and he looked at Lu Xiaofeng and Lu Yang and said, "I’m afraid I will come to you."

Lu Yang and Lu Xiaofeng had to admit: "We really didn't think about it."

"Wine is good wine, so we might as well have a few more glasses." Lu Yang smiled, "The visitor is the guest, and the guest is the friend."

"For a good wine, a guest is a guest, but whether a guest is a friend or not, you have to know after drinking." Shanxi Wild Goose Road.

"Not bad." Lu Yang nodded.

Lu Yang picked up a wine jar and threw it towards the courtyard: "Brothers outside, it's late at night, drink some wine to warm yourself up."

The wine jar slowly flew towards the courtyard.

The hawker was the first to bear the brunt of the yard. His face changed drastically when his hand touched the wine jar and his whole body was trembling.

It seemed that it was not a wine jar, but a big mountain, as if to crush him, big beads of sweat appeared on his face.

The hawker stepped back several steps. ..

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