The next moment, the ranger who had run out of the crowd immediately ran back, wiped his tongue, and asked flatteringly: "Master, do you have any meat?"
Then he heard a sentence that he would never forget in his dreams: "Yes, take care of yourself!"
Jingzhou gave some instructions to Qingniao, pointed to an empty pavilion next to Shouyang Lake, unfolded his folding fan, and strolled over.
A group of people who were competing to recruit a bride and wanted to warm their bed with their steamed buns and white-flowered wives secretly scolded the poor boy who shouted loudly, "When Wenhua becomes rich one day, I will treat you to food again." He was so lucky. , this poor boy with a wooden sword has no good skin, and has no ability except shamelessness. How can he fall in the eyes of a big shot?
Could it be that it is recently popular in these circles of elites not to care about the handsome young husband, but to play like this dirty and smelly beggar?
Wow, I really can’t understand it!
The woman in red on the stage looked at Jingzhou's turning and leaving figure with a look of resentment on her face. Is it so difficult to take another look at her? In terms of appearance, she is not much inferior to the woman in green who only has a cold face.
As for her figure, just look at the people in the audience who stare at her front and back and can't bear to move their eyes.
Talking about other things, the woman in green is even worse than her!
once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking. After meeting the elegant and elegant young man in purple, and now looking at those pot-bellied and unshaven people under the stage, she felt that the more she looked at them, the more her heart grew sad.
"The steamed buns are white, the steamed buns are white, the steamed buns are white," Wen Hua smiled brightly and kept shouting the mantra. If someone invites someone to eat meat, it doesn’t matter what his purpose is. Didn’t Xu Xiaozi say it? It’s cheap and he won’t take advantage of the bastard. Eat the meat in your mouth first. Besides, he has no money, no sex, and is very bachelor. What are you afraid of?
The worst he could do was get beaten up, but the son of a noble family with the jade fan didn't look like someone who could beat him. In terms of kung fu, he might not be able to beat Xu Xiaozi, who only knew how to brag. In Wen Hua's opinion, the young lady in green clothes next to him had an aura about her that he couldn't explain. Needless to think about it, that young lady was a master at beating people. She was probably about the same height as him.
When he arrived at the pavilion, Jingzhou sat leaning against a pillar and asked with a smile: "The sword never leaves your body, but you want to learn to sword?"
Although he didn't know why the young master, who was so good-looking and envied even his gentleness, asked this, he still nodded: "I've only dreamed about it! If you practice swordsmanship well, you can become famous all over the world. Learn from that Li Sword God." , riding on the waves across the river, returning home in rich clothes."
There is another sentence that Wen Hua didn't say. Once you learn the sword, you can treat your brothers to wine and meat. I don’t know how Xu Xiaozi and Lao Huang are doing now. If their brothers are doing well, they should come to see them. If their brothers are not doing well, they should come to see them.
Jingzhou couldn't help but laugh, and after laughing for a while he said: "It's the truth. Riches and nobles don't know how to return home, just like walking in brocade at night."
It was rare for someone to agree with him. Even though he wasn't itchy down there, Wen Hua still picked his crotch habitually. Although this action was not elegant, he didn't care. People have to be comfortable in life, right? Otherwise, like those arty dandies, who do one thing before others and another behind others, he Wenhua will not be able to learn from him.
Besides, if one day he succeeds in practicing swordsmanship, wouldn't he look more interesting and different from other masters by suddenly picking out a bird when everyone is watching him during a swordfight on the top of a mountain?
The meat hasn't come yet, so we have to find some way to pass the time, otherwise people with stomach growls will panic. Seeing that the young master stopped talking and just looked into the distance, Wen Hua thought for a while and asked, "Why do you want to invite me to eat meat?" ?”
Jingzhou looked away from the distance and said with a smile: "You are very similar to a person I know. I have always wanted to treat that person to a meal, but it's just not the right time. If I can't treat him, I can always treat you to a meal. Dun, there will be less regrets."
Wen Huahua said dullly: "Is there anyone else who looks like me?"
Apart from his brother who likes to nag his wife, is there anyone else in this world who looks like him?
Jingzhou nodded and added: "He is an old man who uses swords. Although there are many people practicing swords in this world, except for this old man, there are only a few of them, but few others can be difficult for me. But you are He has a bit of grace."
The first half of what Wen Hua said made Wen Hua unable to help but want to curse, "Just brag. Just a group of people using swords at the Wu Family Sword Tomb. If you pull out any one of them, they can beat you all over the place. Not yet." If a few people can catch your eye, why don't you go to heaven?"
Do you really think he, Wen Hua, knows nothing? Anyway, Lao Huang, who roasted sweet potatoes pretty well, also told him about the sword tomb that contained tens of thousands of swords.
The second half of the words made Wen Hua say "ah". His whole mind was attracted by the word "sword", and he asked tentatively: "The old man's sword is very powerful?"
Jingzhou said "hmm".
"How do I resemble that old man?" For a moment, Wen Hua tried his best to straighten his body, as if the person who was idle and idle before was someone else. Although he tried his best to hide it, the joy on his face could be seen by anyone who was not blind. See it.
Jingzhou asked, "Really want to know?"
Wen Hua imitated the appearance of those heroes, holding the wooden sword in his arms with both hands, and said seriously: "Didn't those guys with pens say that we have a teacher when we are three people? It's always good to learn from the demeanor of these seniors. ."
Jingzhou said "Oh" and said with a bad smile: "That old man also always likes to pick his nose, pick his crotch, and scratch his feet. You are very similar to him in this way."
"..." Wen Hua was speechless for a moment.
Whether this person says that he has extraordinary abilities or excellent understanding, as long as he has something to do with the demeanor of a master, he will be ready to talk to you!
Not long after, Qingniao walked out of the inn carrying two food boxes. The aroma of wine and meat hit his nostrils. Wen Hua took a drunken sniff. Damn it, it still smelled like beef!
"This, is this for me?" Wen Hua asked uncertainly. In addition to the large plate of beef on the top layer of the food box, there was also a plate of unknown fish at the bottom. Two golden-colored elbows were steaming hot.
Jingzhou picked up a small pot of wine and took a sip. He smiled and said, "It's all yours. If you can't finish it, you can take it with you."
"Mr. Wen, please." Qingniao took out the wine and meat one by one and placed them on the stone table in the pavilion.
Wen Hua grabbed a piece of beef and drank it with strong wine. He wolfed it down with a slurp in his mouth and kept cheering. At the same time, he asked kindly: "You don't want to eat it?"
"It's all yours." Jing Zhou shook his head, picked up the wine bottle and said, "This sip of wine is for you, and for the wooden sword in your hand."
This little guy who shouted "I won't practice swords anymore" once made people think that he was a Jianghu. I exchanged my limbs for limbs, and dared to laugh at the yellow dragon for not having a husband. One person, a sword, and the word "brother" are better than a million battles with swords in the rivers and lakes, better than tens of thousands of riding horses on cold mountains, better than countless gods on land!
Other people's world was full of unrestrained riding, but his life was ridiculed and ridiculed by others. Until later he met Huang Sanjia, that romantic woman who was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and who also sang, danced and waited on people. He learned two swordsmanships, and from an unknown rogue swordsman to a swordsman who defeated the Tangxi swordsman Lu Baijie, he became known as "Wen Bu Sheng" in Tai'an City. As soon as he came out of the world, he became famous all over the world. In the end, he broke his sword and quit the world for the sake of his brothers.
Although there are many people in this world who use swords, Jingzhou only has three glasses of wine to pay homage to. The first one is to the sword Jiuhuang, which says "I will take my life as a greeting card to welcome the prince into the world." Wen Wen Sheng is the one who "brings swords out of the world", and three respects the sword god Li Chungang who "wish that all sincere swordsmen in the world would know the green snakes on their sleeves, and that everyone in the future who would be amazing in the world would be able to open the gate of heaven".
He had toasted Lao Huang's wine, but he could not change anything about Lao Huang's death. It was Lao Huang's own choice. Be true to the sword and die by the sword. At this time, when I met Wen Hua in Xiangfan City, who couldn't even afford an iron sword, he had to do something.
It was the first time that Wen Hua was toasted by such a dog-like person, and he was flattered. He tried his best to say "good" in the most heroic tone in his life. Gudugu took two large gulps of wine, and said with a slick mouth: " You really don’t want to take a bite? These are all good things!”
Jing Zhou still shook his head, and Wen Hua secretly sighed that it was a pity that the meat he was eating was almost swallowed by his tongue, and he didn't know that it was cooked by the chef. It was so damn delicious. He dared to say that he would definitely poop today. This is the most I've had in the past few decades!
It's a pity that Lao Huang and Xu Xiaozi are not here, and it's also a good thing that Lao Huang's old guy who talks a lot is not here. Otherwise, these few plates of meat would not be enough for Lao Huang alone. He can do anything with a Shu accent. Lao Huang, who is the best eater, can eat meat at a speed that even Wen Hua and Xu Xiaozi can't keep up with!
He just couldn't understand how the skinny old Huang could eat meat so fast?
Normally, he has nothing to say except "Old dog, old dog" and can't hold back a sentence for a long time. How can Lao Huang say, "You must be sincere when practicing swordsmanship, which is the same as praying to gods and Buddhas. Sincerity will lead to spiritual success." What about his secret admiration?
Wen Hua couldn't figure it out and didn't bother to think about it anymore. Apart from having erotic dreams and practicing swordsmanship, eating and shitting were the real things. In his peripheral vision, Qingniao took out a pen and paper from another box and started grinding the ink.
Wen Hua didn't understand the pen and ink of literati, and he didn't want to understand it. After a few glances, he lost interest. After he had finished drinking and eating, Jingzhou had stopped writing and blew a few breaths of what he had just written. The thing was thrown to Wen Hua, who was pouring wine into the wine gourd around his waist. People said that the wine and meat were all his own, and he could take them with him if he couldn't finish them all. He Wenhua had already eaten all the meat, but he couldn't bear to drink the wine in one go, so he had to leave a gourd behind to think about it.
For the first time, he had a full meal and kept talking about meat. Wen Hua felt comfortable all over and was in a good mood. Even Gui Laozi's book, which he had never bothered to read, became pleasing to the eye. He immediately dipped it in saliva and flipped through it casually. Open it, with a few twists and turns of sword skills on it, and two lines of small calligraphy on the bottom. The writing is very straightforward, so that it won't give him a headache for someone whose words are "white steamed buns" and "warp, ah, warp".
This is the fucking book!
Listening to those and so on gives me a headache.
Wen Hua turned around and asked, "What does this mean?"
Jingzhou took the handkerchief handed over by Qingniao, wiped his hands and said, "It's for you."
Wen Hua pointed at himself and said uncertainly: "Give it to me? This, this is a secret book!"
He traveled around the world for several years. Although he didn't learn any advanced martial arts, he also understood a truth: "The law is not taught lightly."
Apart from touching the young lady's butt and making love with the procreative girl Yunyu, all he dreams about is to learn from a master with great swordsmanship and learn earth-shattering skills.
"If you say yes, it's true. If you say no, it's not. Maybe I was bored and drew random graffiti? Others thought you were asking for humiliation when you came to the ring. I clearly saw that you were honing your sword skills. Although you have a lot of qualifications, It sucks, just like a piece of shit. You may not be able to understand the truth after reading it dozens of times, but he has a good temperament. One day, he may become a swordsman." Jingzhou's words not only shocked Wen Hua. Live, also shocked the blue bird.
A land of fireworks, a show for every occasion. As long as it's not in the land of love and romance, and it's not related to women, whatever the young master says is a bit off, even if it sounds ridiculous.
Can this person really become a master if he just grabs the food without wiping his boogers?
Jingzhou glanced at Wen Hua, who was standing dumbly, and explained: "Li Chungang, who could open the heavenly gate with one sword, knew he would become the best in the world when he held the sword for the first time. The first time you held the sword, right? Do you think you hold the entire world in your hands? It doesn’t matter if your swordsman’s qualifications are low, the key is to have a heart that is true to the sword.”
"Seeing that your boy has a good attitude towards the sword, it would be a pity if he took a detour, so I will give you the basic sword skills. As for the rest, you can figure it out on your own. If you want to become famous in the world, there is still a long way to go. As promised in advance, this swordsmanship is not given for free. If your kid becomes rich one day, you will have to treat me to drink flower wine. I don’t want any withered flowers under twenty years old, and it won’t do if I miss a cart!”
"I have one more thing to say to you, kid. The more beautiful a woman is, the better she is at deceiving others. Don't always meet beautiful women. The heavy women in front of them will not be able to walk, especially in the Land of Wind and Moon. Who are they? Is he a simple person?”
Wen Hua's head was buzzing, his mood was fluctuating violently, and thousands of words were going in and out of his heart. When he wanted to say thank you, the young man in purple and the young lady in green had disappeared from his sight.
"Damn it, why don't you die if you are drinking wine that is over 20 years old?"
"Return a cart, a cart to you, uncle! You are such a bad swordsman, but you still dare to open your mouth like a lion. You really think that grandpa is a Bodhisattva!"
It took a long time for Wen Hua to react, remember the key words, and cursed in the air, his uncle, this meal, a broken book is so valuable?
All the ladies in Xiangguo Lane in Xiangfan City combined are not worth half a car's worth of drinks.
Not to mention the 20-year-old Hua Withered Wine, he has never drunk the five-year-old Wenhua, and he doesn’t even know what it tastes like.
To return a car, just ask him to go to the emperor and steal it!
This meal cost him one tael of silver. Do you really think that Wen Hua is someone who has never seen money? If you dare to ask me for a penny more, I, Wenhua, will have to roll on the ground and argue with you for a long time!
Asking him for a cart of Hua withered wine that is more than 20 years old, two words: dreaming!
I’m too full, so I’ll feel good first and then I’ll poop. I don’t care what happens next!
But you have to find a place with plenty of grass to save you the trouble of wiping your butt.
