Guo Jing heard a warm voice and saw a young man coming down from upstairs.
This young man's eyes are like stars, his face is like a crown of jade, he is dressed in purple, and has a piece of white jade hanging from his waist. He has a romantic air about him.
In the desert, all he came into contact with were rugged men. Seeing such a noble gentleman made him feel ashamed.
"Master, you haven't told me why the bee is obedient?"
Another sound came, and Huang Rong ran downstairs.
"Thank you so much, brother, but my mother and master once told me that no reward will be given for no merit, so I'd better pay for this meal myself."
Guo Jing stood up and hugged Jing Zhou. Ever since he and his six masters left the desert, they had either encountered horse thieves or Hou Tonghai, who had a malignant tumor on his head. He had seen the sinister side of the world, but
No one has ever been so kind to him.
Although he did not accept Jingzhou's kindness, he kept this intention in his heart.
"What, you actually invited this person to dinner!"
Huang Rong, who was following behind, exploded in an instant. She worked hard to cook for this bastard. This bastard never said that he would be given an extra penny of wages. Not only that, he also squeezed himself all day long and had three meals a day.
It’s a shame that she had to take care of everything!
Now, she invited this stupid man to dinner, and she instantly became full of hostility towards Guo Jing.
"What? I think this brother likes me, so why don't I invite him to a meal? If you want to eat, just sit down with him.
To attract wealth, let Lao Wang add some of the young master’s favorite dishes and send them over. Young master, I want to have a drink with this young hero.”
Jing Zhou recognized him at a glance when he was upstairs. The man in front of him was the later famous Guo Juxia. How could he not make friends with Guo Juxia when he met him now?
"Brother, I am not a young hero, I...you, just call me Guo Jing."
The words "Young Hero" made Guo Jing feel a little ashamed. He could only do a few punches and kicks, so he thought he couldn't use these two words, so he simply said his name.
In the desert, the masters and Hua Zheng also called him this way.
"Brother Guo, his name is Feng Rong. You can just call me Brother Jing."
Guo Jing scratched his head and said, "Brother Jing, why do you look younger than me?"
"..."
This sentence almost made the tea in Jingzhou's mouth spit out.
Who said Guo Jing was stupid?
Jingzhou looked at the honest young man in front of him and really wanted to retort: "Do stupid people care about age?"
Looking at the silly smile on his face, most people might actually be fooled by him.
Thinking about it now, if Guo Jing was really stupid, how could he be so nice to Huang Rong when he met her in Zhangjiakou?
Why don't you see Guo Jing being so interested in other people?
The two of them had a meal together and ate more than nineteen taels.
A random little beggar gave away a few ingots of gold, a mink coat, and a little red horse? Each of these items was more precious than the last, and the little red horse was even more precious than a thousand gold coins could buy.
It can be seen from this that this man is very wise but not stupid, and he is honest but not stupid. He must have recognized that this little beggar was a woman when he saw Huang Rong for the first time.
When Hong Qigong taught him martial arts, he said he was stupid, but it was just because he was a little slow in reacting to martial arts. In other aspects, Guo Jing was probably better than most people.
The reason why he looked dull was probably because he was with Huang Rong so that Huang Rong could compete with him.
"Brother Guo, my face looks younger due to my skills. You will know in a few years."
Hearing Jing Zhou's words, Huang Rong's eyes shone, and she turned around. She didn't know what she was thinking. She poured herself a cup of tea. She held a chopstick in her hand and tapped the table rhythmically: "Hey, Guo Jing.
, you look like you are from out of town."
Guo Jing smiled naively and said: "Brother Feng is really awesome. Yes, I come from the desert. This is my first time in the Central Plains."
"Haha, this is not the Central Plains. The Central Plains have to go south!" After correcting Guo Jing's words, Huang Rong asked again: "What are you doing in Zhongdu?"
"This guy is stupid. He looks about the same as Laifu'er, but this mink fur coat is worth a lot of money." Huang Rong's eyes wandered around, looking at Guo Jing's bulging waist from time to time, thinking in her heart
He also analyzed all eight generations of Guo Jing's ancestors.
"Brother Feng, my master made a bet with an old friend seventeen years ago, and I am here to keep the appointment."
"Then what bet are you talking about?"
"Several of my masters made an appointment with old friends at Zuixian Pavilion to compete in martial arts..."
"Master, the dishes are here~" Laifu carried several large plates and placed them on the table one by one. He also opened a jar of wine and poured it into Jingzhou's cup.
"Hey, Laifu'er, why don't you just pour him a cup, but also pour me a cup!" Huang Rong handed the cup forward, which was so obvious.
Laifu moved the wine jar back and said, "No, no, I can't give you this wine. It's expensive! You still owe the young master money, how can I still give you this wine! And you can't drink this wine."
..”
In the past few days, Laifu has seen Huang Rong's ability. The food she cooks is extremely delicious, much better than Lao Wang, so he no longer regards her as a freeloader. Seeing her now
He wanted to lose his temper again, so he kindly wanted to remind her.
Huang Rong stared at Laifu and said, "Why can't I drink?"
Jing Zhou shook his head and smiled, took the wine jar from Lai Fu and said, "Forget it, Lai Fu, you go down. I met Brother Guo today, and the young wine master invited him."
Huang Rong curled her lips and said indifferently: "Huh, stingy! It's just a jar of wine, how expensive can it be?"
"Brother Feng, you can't say it like this. I heard several masters say that there is fine wine in the south of the Yangtze River, which is worth a thousand pieces of gold." Guo Jing scratched his head, hesitated for a while, and finally said this.
"Country bumpkin," Huang Rong muttered in a low voice. She had no shortage of this fine wine on Peach Blossom Island. How valuable could it be?
After opening the future blessing, Jingzhou flicked the wine jar with his finger and made two "swish" sounds. Immediately, two streams of clear water leaped out from the jar and landed impartially in the glasses in front of Huang Rong and Guo Jing. When the wine glasses were about to be filled,
When it was full, the flying wine stopped abruptly.
"Brother Jing, are you doing a magic trick?" Guo Jing looked amused. He could make the wine fly out by flicking the wine jar. This is really amazing!
Huang Rong's eyes lit up. She was not Guo Jing, so she knew that this move required extremely high internal strength.
If it were her, she wouldn't be able to do this.
"Hahaha, it's just a little trick. Brother Guo, please~"
Jing Zhou raised his glass to Guo Jing, drank the wine in one gulp, and then moved his chopsticks.
"Ahem"
"Ahem"
Huang Rong and Guo Jing imitated the practice of picking up the wine, taking a big sip, and immediately choked and coughed.
Huang Rong then picked up the tea cup, drank all the tea in the cup in one breath, and took a big breath.
She never imagined that this wine was so hot. After drinking it in one sip, her whole mouth felt like it was on fire...