Yan Siguan never dreamed that he would drink with the two brothers. In addition, he was worried about the safety of the class leader's wife. Naturally, the drink was a bit boring. Yan Siguan kept drinking in his uneasy mind.
Kinmen was a light drinker and was already half drunk before. Now he drank half a bottle of wine and was very drunk. Not caring about anything else, he staggered up to Yan Siguan with a wine bottle in hand, patted the latter on the shoulder, extended his thumb and said: "Brother is not only good at skills, but also has the capacity to drink. I dare to ask how he should be called." ?" Yan Si Guanzheng was so anxious that he had no time to talk nonsense with him. He just briefly mentioned his name, but it caused a fuss in Kinmen. He even came closer and said: "Your name is the same as that of our former Qi general. They look very similar." After that, he walked around Yansi Pass twice more. After looking carefully, he was amazed, "Not to mention the name, even the appearance is exactly the same as the portrait. Just now Tiancai Tian'er was very dim, and even more so. I didn’t bother to take a closer look, but the next time I looked at them, they looked exactly alike.”
Yan Siguan remained unmoved and continued to drink heavily.
As a result, Jinsuo, who was sulking on the side, was no longer happy. My brothers let the woman in, which was considered dereliction of duty. They also invited you to drink with good intentions. Now your indifferent behavior is indeed He didn't take my two brothers seriously, so he followed Yan Siguan to drink. Moreover, every time Yan Siguan took a sip, Jinsuo drank one more sip than Yan Siguan. After drinking, he would pick on Yan Siguan. Eyebrow, it means look, you can’t drink well.
Regarding this, Yan Siguan just glanced at it lightly, ignored it, and still watched the movement inside the door. As for why he didn't follow his wife, he naturally had some considerations: First, he was controlled by two people, which was also the main reason why Yan Siguan didn't enter the Zhang Mansion. The strength of these two people was beyond prediction by Yan Siguan. The first of its kind in Tongtai, even lifting a pot to drink wine is difficult nowadays, which shows that the two men are far superior to him in Taoism. The current Yan Siguan is just a half-way monk with incomplete boxing skills, and is obviously incapable of defeating him; Second, the sanity of the wife of the class leader is still to be tested. If she follows rashly, I am afraid that not only will it not be helpful, but it will drag each other down. It is better to wait at the door. If there is any disturbance, it will not be too late to break in. As for why Mo Yun is the only one? He was also kept in the dark about Hua Dan's ability to be so handsome.
When he was almost drunk, Yan Siguan looked at the Zhang Mansion with its carved beams and painted buildings. It was dark and clear at the beginning, and the light and dark were mixed between the buildings. He seemed to hear ghosts crying in the secluded pavilion.
The style of Zhang Mansion is similar to that of Qi Ling Kingdom, but not the same, with some elements of Shang Qi's pattern mixed in. When it was first built, the supervisor needed to draw a drawing, and then built according to the drawing. The drawing artist was a senior Qi official, so he and the supervisor made many additions, removed the dross, and combined the architectural essence of Shangqi and Qiling. Integrated into one, supplemented by the various layouts of Nanli and Xia Songguo, there are pavilions, lotus lakes, and high platforms on the left and right for drinking and enjoying the scenery. The high platforms are connected to the main palace by covered bridges and corridors. One up and one down, it makes people look like The three-tiered pavilion is full of charm; under the high platform is a side house, which is used for guests to stay overnight. Since there is a high platform to provide shade and shelter from the sun and rain, and it is surrounded by water, it is the most suitable place to escape the summer heat.
Just one side house cost thousands of taels of silver, all kinds of exotic flowers, trees, grasses and birds. All in all, this house cost a lot. It is true to say that every inch of land is precious, and it is evident that it is extremely extravagant. . At this moment, Yang Fu, who was dressed as an alchemist, looked as gloomy as rain. Before leaving, his master gave him hundreds of cicadas, and he sent them all out to prepare for emergencies. However, after a long time, not one of them came back, and his heart trembled slightly.
As a disciple, how could he not be fully aware of the master's methods? Although he was usually kind to all the disciples, he treated outsiders as he pleased and treated them like nothing. I remember when I went out for training with my master, the old man only fed a Gu King for its blood. No village he passed was spared. Old and young women, children, chickens, dogs, geese, and ducks were all slaughtered to death. It often happened. At first, when Yang Fu saw this miserable scene, he almost vomited all his gall. But as the massacre of villages changed from two or three households to dozens, and from dozens to hundreds of miles in radius, he gradually became numb. Blood flowed in the oars, corpses lay everywhere, and my heart felt nothing.
But when his master was killing people, he was strolling in the courtyard, and when he saw the Gu King's increasingly tyrannical smile, Yang Fu felt like he was covered in chaff that he couldn't get rid of. If the Alluring Cicada, which Master is so proud of, is lost this time, it is conceivable that the situation he will face when he returns from this trip may be more horrifying than death. After waiting for half an hour, Yang Fu finally lost his temper. He dressed neatly, put the bag on his shoulder, got up and went out to look for cicadas.
As soon as Fang went out, a low figure flashed in front of Yang Fu's eyes. The cold light was close to his throat and disappeared in an instant. Fortunately, Yang Fu was experienced and leaned his upper body back in an instant, so that he could barely get rid of the vital parts of his neck, which was only scratched. Skin, nothing serious.
Yang Fu looked intently, and in the sunlight, the sharp figure slowly stood up, with blood stains all over the seven orifices.
"I didn't expect that you could recover from the ice poison attack. It seems that I was wrong." Yang Fu was a little curious. The ability of ice to bewitch people's soul is not something that this little lady in front of him can compete with. Near the heart meridian, the person affected by the poison is extremely thirsty for blood. If there is no blood to drink, he will be exposed to the cold of being exposed to an ice cave, and will lose consciousness at the time of the attack. Once the ice poison comes out, it is difficult for even a spiritual master in the Lingxi realm to remove it. It can be said to be a more vicious type of poison. How could this woman be able to forcibly restore a trace of her sanity? The reason was difficult for Yang Fu to understand for a while.
Seeing that the woman had no reaction, but just looked at him with a pair of blood-red eyes, Yang Fu laughed at himself. For some reason, Yang Fu's smile at this moment was completely opposite to the smile he used when he was polite to Mr. Zhang. It was much more real. The Tao is that good people don't come, and those who come are not good. Since the poisonous insects in my body are determined to kill me, I definitely won't come here to watch the early summer scenery. Why not come forward and try to see if you can take off my head? "
When the woman heard the words, the color in her eyes became even brighter. She leaned forward and rushed forward. Almost as soon as she finished speaking, the sharp points of her ten fingers struck at Yang Fu's door. The speed was so fast that the surrounding flowers and plants shook. Among the lightning and flint, Yang Fu did not forcefully fight. After being poisoned, the body of a person has become extremely strong after devouring the plasma. His movements are extremely fast, even better than a python and leopard, and he can deal with even an accomplished master of Taoism. After a while, the strength became even more powerful. Therefore, Yang Fu did not want to look like a needle-pointed wheat awn with him. Instead, he moved lightly, soaring into the clouds like a harrier. He tapped two or three times on the top of the lotus in the lake, and then rode the wind and clouds as if leaping to the pavilion. , smiled mellowly, and waved his hand towards the woman.
"Grandpa is here."
