Qingmeng and Shi Jingkong came to a tavern. The two sat down and scalded with a little wine. Qing Meng took the cup and poured Shi Jingkong.
Shi Jingkong said in a hurry: "Master...Master, monks cannot drink alcohol..."
Qing Meng had to put down the wine and asked for a pot of hot water. The two talked for a long time.
"I said the little monk, you know that this trip is going to lose his head, do you dare to go?" Qingmeng said with a smile.
"My lord's order...why don't you obey?" Shi Jingkong took a sip of hot water and answered nervously.
"It's so pleasant to drink a hot water." Although Qing Meng's mouth said so, his hand was still holding the wine.
The whole tavern was very lively, probably because it was too cold, so most people chose cheaper hot water instead of heating a pot of wine. Even a pot of hot water, the four or five masters can talk about him for a few hours at a table. So the whole pub was noisy and lively.
On the street, the shoes of pedestrians made a "clucking" sound as they rubbed against the snow on the ground. The cold wind screamed, and the speed of pedestrians was faster. Under the severe cold wind, a plum blossom fell down ...
Shi Jing had paid the money, and came up a plate of bean bags. Qing Meng was not polite, and quickly clamped a few times in his mouth with chopsticks, and said with his mouth sticky, "Eat ... why not eat?"
Shi Jingkong clasped his hands together and muttered something unknown, then moved his chopsticks and ate slowly.
Qingmeng asked the waiter to bring a big bowl, filled it with wine, and said to Shi Jingkong: "Young monk, you can use water instead of wine, and we will drink one!" Shi Jingkong. He also picked up a bowl of hot water.
"Spit!" A mouthful of phlegm suddenly fell from the beam, and landed just right in Qingmeng's wine bowl. Qingmeng looked into the bowl and saw a mouthful of rhubarb phlegm!
"Bastard!" Qing Mengjiu drank a little bit, scolding and raising the wine bowl, "pop!" He broke. Shi Jingkong was shocked and quickly tugged on Qing Meng's clothes.
Everyone heard the sound of broken bowls, and the voices in the tavern became silent. They looked at Qing Meng and Qing Meng with big eyes and small eyes. The clerk also ran over and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"
Qing Meng grabbed the collar of the guy and scolded loudly: "I ask you, which bastard dares to spit into my wine? Ah!"
Just heard the beam of the room, a refreshing laugh came over. Qingmeng looked up angrily, and saw a man wearing dark blue rags, black trousers with "Tianmen" embroidered on it, and a pair of black boots, with a sword on his belly, lying leisurely on the beam, with a gun in his right hand. The gourd wine bottle keeps pouring wine in his mouth.
Qingmeng shook off the man, pointed at the man on the beam and shouted: "Who are you? Come down quickly!" Shi Jingkong didn't know what to do, so he could only recite silently: "Amitabha, Amitabha..."
Everyone seemed to understand something, they were all laughing, and they pointed at those people in a hurry: "What's the funny?"
A man laughed and said, "Heroes, let him know and understand!" When he heard this sentence, everyone laughed and couldn't stand up, and he could hear the laughter of the tavern for several miles.
"Hold a sword and a wine in your hand, let me travel around the world. If you ask the name? Huai Tianmen Xiao Qingfeng!" The man laughed, and he ignored the dream.
The waiter had no choice but to persuade Qingmeng to return to his seat after a long time of persuasion, and said to him: "Master, why are you talking to him? This is a lunatic. I don't know when he came from. According to him, his name is Xiao Qingfeng. I didn't leave my hand in the sky, and I didn't know how long I didn't wash my clothes. I always could live in a place. I also said that I was the "first swordsman in the world 'all day."
"Bah! I think he is the 'number one madman in the world'!" Qing Meng knocked on the table, his face already red with anger.
"Hero, how much money do you owe the boss?" an old man said with a joking smile.
"Wait, which day Lao Tzu has money and bought the entire tavern!" Xiao Qingfeng said arrogantly.
"I said, man, how can you still drink this wine?" Qing Meng asked.
The guy came over with a long broom and said semi-threateningly to Xiao Qingfeng who was lying on the beam drinking: "Xiao Qingfeng, if you don't come down, I will beat you down!"
"Well!" A sputum fell again. This is good, and it vomited directly on Qingmeng's face.
This time the explosive barrel was lit. Qing Meng overturned the table and cursed angrily: "Okay, you bastard, you deliberately provoke me, right? Do you dare to come down and have a showdown?" Qing Meng pretended to fight. The posture comes.
"Of course, I'm always with you!" Xiao Qingfeng jumped off the beam with his sword, but unexpectedly fell into the mud. Because he drank too much wine, he couldn't stand firmly and fell directly to the ground.
Qing Meng secretly thought: "How can this drunk lunatic still want to beat me?" Thinking of this, Qing Meng let down his guard.
Xiao Qingfeng stood up unsteadily, burped, and said to Qingmeng: "I can defeat you with only one hand, and I will give you the sword in my hand."
"You said this, don't regret it!" Qing Meng said proudly.
"Hum ..." Xiao Qingfeng sneered with a somewhat contempt: "I am afraid that you regret it, you, you want me Xiao Qingfeng, live for 37 years, what scene has never been seen?"
"You have lived for thirty-seven years, but no woman wants to be by your side?" Qing Meng said sarcastically.
Xiao Qingfeng's body suddenly trembled, and these words seemed to hurt his heart. A gust of cold wind blew into the room, sliding across his rosy cheeks, and a tear fell down.
"Look at the sword!" Xiao Qingfeng stabbed Qing Meng like crazy. Qing Meng was so frightened by this posture that she woke up half-awakened. She awkwardly ducked back, but Xiao Qingfeng's sharp swordsmanship suddenly swung. Qingmeng's hair was cut off in half.
When everyone saw that there was a lot of excitement, they all gathered around them. Qing Meng knew that she was no match for Xiao Qingfeng, so she quickly ran out of the store and ran under the wintersweet tree.
Xiao Qingfeng chased after him, raised his sword, and was about to strike Qing Meng when he saw the wintersweet tree behind Qing Meng, so he stood there blankly, looking at the falling wintersweet flowers, as if thinking of something, he lowered his head. He turned his head and disappeared into the flying snow without a word...
Qingmeng's strength was actually not weak, but he could see that Xiao Qingfeng's swordsmanship contained extremely fast speed and turning power that ordinary people could not achieve. Also, he saw a kind of sadness and anger in Xiao Qingfeng's eyes. If he had a head-on collision, he would either die or be injured.
After the two paid the money and left, Qingmeng said to Shi Jingkong: "This man's swordsmanship is flawless and does not look like an ordinary person. I think he can be used as General Lou's bodyguard, but I don't know how to find his whereabouts."
Shi Jingkong's eyes lit up, and he replied excitedly: "Master, do you still remember his pants? They have the word 'Tianmen' printed on them."
Qingmeng suddenly said with enlightenment: "That's right! Why didn't I think that based on those two words, we can definitely find the whereabouts of this guy? Let's go and ask where this so-called 'Tianmen' is."
To be continued…
