In almost the entire main street of Bafang Street, everyone recognizes Yun Zhong, who rides a green bull all day long. Many of this young man's habits and temperament are also widely spread. After all, they come from outside. In recent months, Bafang The popular person in front of the street owner, even if it is for the purpose of establishing a good relationship with him, it will be easier to do things in the street in the future. What makes people feel most different from ordinary people is that this young hero seems not to want to have close friendship with people on the street, especially those from the most wealthy families. Most of the others are polite, but this young man, When they met by chance, they only nodded slightly, did not bow, and were not willing to talk more.
Except for those warriors who always looked down on the young man and came to visit him for a competition, the most frequent visitor to the young man's rather grand house was a busboy from a restaurant in Bafang Street. He had neither great power nor a substantial family background. He is just a young and clever man, but he has come to Yunzhong's mansion many times, either to get some ordinary drinks, or simply come empty-handed, talk to the young man for half a day, and then shake his head. Go back.
The young man's surname was Wei, and he was called Wei Huzhou, but most of the people in the tavern jokingly called him Wei Pochuan. It turned out that he had not learned anything since he was a child. The brewing skills had been passed down to his family for three to five generations, and he had only learned it. 30% to 50%. When I first came to this tavern, I could get by with the old sayings handed down from my ancestors. But in the end, my ability became worse and worse. I was kicked out of the brewing department and reluctantly became a busboy. Although it was better than There was more money outside Qi Bafang Street, but when everyone saw Wei Huzhou, they had nothing to say, and most of them just took advantage of the tired and mediocre young man to have some fun, and the latter was not angry either. It's often just a joke or two or three words of flattery, but he still has enough food and clothing.
No one knows how this young man, who can be said to have no ability at all, got involved with the famous Yun Shaoxia. He often visited his house and stayed for half a day, even in a tavern. The shopkeeper couldn't bear to look at it. He often watched Wei Huzhou carrying the head of wine from the jar and leisurely heading to Yunzhong's residence. He used this as an excuse to be lazy and fool around, but it was difficult to say anything.
After all, he is the only young man whom the owner of Bafang Street has valued in recent years, not to mention that his skills are rarely matched by opponents in Bafang Street. Furthermore, he does not want to admit that the four in Baiqiong Tower are extremely skilled. The martial arts warriors who dared to provoke others seemed to have little ability when faced with this young man who had only been in Bafang Street for half a year. Not to mention the martial arts warriors in other realms, who were all highly skilled masters elsewhere, but in this In Bafang Street, everyone is always overwhelmed by this young hero who usually has a gentle face and is most fond of drinking food. The most trembling thing is that it is said to be a competition, but except for Zhu Kuai and a few warriors who have always been shameless, there are not many people in Yunzhong's mansion who intend to go back to it for the second time.
Therefore, even if he knew that Wei Huzhou had nothing important to discuss with that young hero Yun, and his parents died prematurely and he was not yet married, and he was well-fed for one person, how could he have anything important to discuss with the tavern owner? He also didn’t dare to say too much, and there was often one less servant on weekdays. Rather than offending a noble person whom the Bafang Street owner valued, everyone knew how to choose, so even if the shopkeeper gritted his teeth with hatred, he would secretly tell himself. This straw man, who had been abandoned for many years, took it into his hand and stabbed it with the needle point several times. He had to have a pleasant look on his face, and he also smiled and told Wei Huzhou to smile a little and never offend others with his unobtrusive speech. .
Today is the busiest time in the tavern at noon. Wei Huzhou picked up a jar of wine as usual, grinned with the shopkeeper who was checking the accounts, and walked out of the tavern leisurely without saying a word, leaving only the angry looks of the servants behind him. The shopkeeper's depressed look.
"Young Master Yun, we have another good drink today. I know you like this one the most. The new wine has only been out for half a day, so I will bring it to you to satisfy your craving."
Before the people arrived, the words had already been spoken. Wei Huzhou was on the thin side, but when he spoke he was very confident and vocal. When he opened his voice, he was three points taller than those storytellers and opera singers. Full of mellow energy, the young man in the mansion slowly opened his eyes before knocking on the door, smiled wryly, shook his head, stood up, opened the door, and punched the thin young man in the waist, but was dodged aside by the latter. , with a smile on his face.
Yun Zhong knew this person's character, so he smiled bitterly and said, "It's a busy season. If you don't go to help with the business of your own tavern, why would you want to come and hang out here? With your voice, the four streets in Bafang Street are... They can all be heard clearly, which is a bit disturbing."
Wei Huzhou couldn't tell whether the young man's words were good or bad. He walked into the house easily, put the wine jar on the table, turned his head and looked at the sky that had become colder for no reason, and clicked his tongue twice, probably secretly cursing something in his heart. The rain was approaching, and he bared his teeth, "Not to mention, with my voice, there was an old man who sang old tunes a few years ago. It seems that everyone said he was a famous actor. His strength was weak, so he hung up his seal and retired. Listen. When I greeted the guests, I was thinking of accepting you as my disciple. If I succeed in my studies, I might earn more money than you."
"Besides, the owner of the tavern always gets upset when he sees me. Even if he works hard all day long, not only will he not give me half a copper, but he will think that I am easy to bully. Such a submissive character will only end up spreading all over the floor. It's even more unsightly to have all the chores thrown on our shoulders." Wei Huzhou thought clearly, so he patted the half-dried mud seal by himself, found two cups, poured two full cups of wine, and handed them over Yun Zhong put a cup in front of him and smiled teasingly, "Thanks to you, the most eye-catching owner of Bafang Street in half a year, few people in the street dare to offend the street owner. My shopkeeper, Of course, he didn’t dare to say anything more. He knew clearly that I was bringing drinks out just to escape, but he still had to endure the thought of beating me and say a few polite words.”
From the perspective of Wei Huzhou, who has always had a laid-back and playful temperament, it seems that those people who usually have a good reputation and pride themselves on being noble and wealthy change their previous appearance when they really meet a capable person, nodding and bowing respectfully and humbly. The most interesting thing is that a woman who is always cold-faced by her face and life, meets a master who really has no mercy and cares about his beauty, and is slapped hard a few times. She is arrogant at the front, but embarrassed and humble behind.
"If I remember correctly, the sun didn't go from the west today?" The young man had a ridiculous look on his face. He drank up the extremely complex and extremely strong wine in one gulp, which made a loud crunching sound in his throat and made it difficult to swallow. He reached into his belly and poked Wei Huzhou in front of him with his elbow, as if he heard something weird.
"I've had too much credit with you, and I haven't even said a word to you. I always feel sorry for you. Although there is no need to be polite between brothers, there must be a word to make it sound like the same thing." After the young man joked, Wei Huzhou actually started to break up. He counted on his fingers how many times he had avoided the work in the tavern, but he quickly put his hands down again.
Half a year is not long, but it seems that Wei Huzhou has brought the wine just out of the kiln dozens of times, not to mention the many times he came empty-handed. Tong Yunzhong has taken a lot of gold and precious wine from his hands, even if it is Just cough twice and no longer count.
There are heavy clouds in the sky, and the wind blows from the courtyard. The wind blows from all directions, and the coldness from all directions crushes the light of the sword.
"How do I remember that Brother Wei said he wanted to go for a walk in the Jianghu, and I think so. Otherwise, it would be too unfair to rely on your skills to do this kind of job of wiping tables and sweeping streets." Yun Zhong added a glass of wine to himself. At this moment Fang felt that his stomach was surging, and heat was rising. He frowned slightly and put down the cup for a while to relieve the suffocating feeling in his chest. "Just talking about the exquisiteness of fists and kicks, except for the two Gao Yong and Zhu Kuai, the entire Bafang Street Not many people dare to say that they can control you. Such good skills are actually obtained by studying boxing manuals by oneself. To say that you are born with great talent due to the blessing of God is not a compliment."
What Yun Zhong said was true.
Ling Tengqi's internal martial arts style is ancient and clumsy. He never relies on moves to win. Instead, he relies on his indomitable strength and the strength of his muscles and bones to make the tall trees in the mountains in front of him collapse at a touch. He walks a strong and straight path, in terms of subtlety. , Yun Zhong's current fists and kicks are far less sophisticated than those of those martial artists who have been practicing martial arts for many years. They are just trying to be clever. Therefore, when Wei Huzhou is delivering his fists in front of him, it is actually extremely difficult to deal with them. Compared with those of Zhu Kuai and others. , although not as sophisticated as the latter, is even more difficult to deal with.
"Not as good as you." Wei Huzhou curled his lips and smiled, "Since I am a martial arts practitioner, I always feel how strong my kung fu is before I have seen the world. But after I have seen the world, I feel that I am not as good as others. , I have practiced boxing and kicking for ten years, but I have never met anyone like you. Gao Yong's boxing is vulgar, and he will be no match for me within three years. Zhu Kuai's boxing is old and tough, but it only lasts five or six years. My opponent, you are not as old as me, but I don’t know when I will be higher than you."
"Too much nonsense, why not talk about your own affairs."
"I'm mostly an idler, so what can I say? I spend my whole day either drinking or going to the backyard to relax, so my mood is gradually calming down." Yun Zhong swallowed another half of the bottle of wine. , it’s hard to say that he can easily drink down a full jar of wine, and shrugged his shoulders, but he immediately felt that these words were too light, cleared his throat, and added, "If something really happens, of course I can't forget to tell you, Bai. Although the power of Qionglou may not be the most powerful in Bafang Street, it cannot be underestimated. If we really want to act, I am afraid that the crisis will continue, so we might as well think again."
The thin Wei Huzhou responded, punched twice in front of his face, stood up and left.
One punch is curved, the other is straight.
"This punch is better than the last one."
The young man was left sitting alone in the front yard, looking at the clouds in the sky, slowly closing his eyes.
