The next moment, the ranger who had already run out of the crowd ran back in a hurry, 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 walked over casually.
A group of people who competed to recruit a bride and wanted to warm their bed with their steamed buns and white-flowered wives secretly cursed the poor boy who shouted loudly, "When I, Wenhua, become 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 upon a time, everything was difficult, except for Wushan. When she saw the elegant and elegant young man in purple, now she looked at those pot-bellied and unshaven people under the stage, and 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, 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 doesn't take advantage of the bastard.
, eat the meat in your mouth first. Besides, he has no money, no sex, and is very single. What should he be afraid of?
The worst he could do was get beaten up, but the young master with the jade fan from an aristocratic family 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, and 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 dream about it! If you practice swordsmanship well, you will become famous all over the world. Learn from that Li Sword God."
, riding on the waves across the river, and returning home in rich clothes."
There is another sentence Wen Hua didn't say. After learning the sword, he can invite his brothers to drink and eat meat. I don't know how Xu Xiaozi and Lao Huang are doing now. If their brothers are doing well, they should come and see themselves. If their brothers are not doing well,
Well, it’s more important to find yourself.
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's rare for someone to agree with him. Even if he doesn't feel itchy down there, Wen Hua still picks his crotch out of habit. Although this action is not elegant, he doesn't care. People have to be comfortable in life, right? Otherwise, like those people
The arty dandy behaves one way before others and another behind others, and he cannot imitate it.
Moreover, if one day he succeeds in practicing swordsmanship, wouldn't he look more interesting and different from other masters if he suddenly picks 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?"
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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 not the right time yet. If I can't treat him, I can always treat you to a meal.
Now, there will be less regrets."
Wen Warner 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 who practice swords in this world, except for this old man, there are only a few of them who can be difficult for me. But you are
He has a bit of style."
The first half of what he said made Wen Hua unable to help but want to curse, "Just brag, just a group of people with swords at the Wu Family Sword Tomb, just pull out any one and they can beat you all over the ground, not yet."
How many people can catch your eye, why don't you go to heaven?"
Do you really think that he, Wen Hua, knows nothing? At any rate, Lao Huang, who roasted sweet potatoes quite 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 up his body, as if the idle and idle person before was someone else. Although he tried his best to hide it, the joy on his face was enough for anyone who was not blind.
Look it out.
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 there are three people in a row and we have my master? It's always good to learn from the demeanor of these seniors.
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Jingzhou said "Oh" and said with a bad smile: "That old man 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 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 was assimilating to his nostrils. Wen Hua took a sip intoxicatedly. 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 elbows were steaming hot.
Soaring.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Jing Zhou picked up a small pot of wine and took a sip, and said with a smile: "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 devoured it with a slurp in his mouth, and at the same time, he kept cheering and asked in a very loyal manner: "You don't want to eat it?"
"It's all yours." Jingzhou shook his head, picked up the wine pot and said, "This sip of wine is for you and for the wooden sword in your hand."
This little guy who shouted "I don't want to practice swords anymore" once made people think that he was Jiang Hu. I exchanged my limbs for limbs and dared to laugh at Huang Long for not having a husband. One person, a sword and the word "brother" can win a million battles.
Swords in the rivers and lakes are better than thousands of riding horses on cold mountains, and better than countless land gods!
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, he became a swordsman who defeated the Tangxi swordsman Lu Baijie, and gained a reputation as "Wen Wusheng" in Tai'an City. As soon as he emerged from the martial arts 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. 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 Wusheng, "The Sword Out of the Jianghu", and three respects to the sword god Li Chungang, "I hope that all sincere swordsmen in the world will have green snakes on their sleeves, and that everyone in the future who will be amazing in the world will be able to open the gate of heaven."
He had toasted Lao Huang's wine, but he couldn't change anything about Lao Huang's death. It was Lao Huang's own choice. Be true to the sword and die with the sword. At this time, when he met Wen Hua in Xiangfan City, he couldn't even hold an iron sword.
People who can't afford it will always do something.
It was the first time that Wen Hua was toasted by such a dog-like person. He was flattered and 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 glossy mouth: "
You really don’t want to take a bite? These are all good things!”
Jingzhou still shook his head, and Wen Hua secretly sighed that it was a pity that the meat he ate was almost swallowed by his tongue. He didn't know that the chef had cooked it. 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, the old guy who still talks a lot, is not here. Otherwise, these few plates of meat would not be enough for Lao Huang to eat alone. He can't do anything with a Sichuan accent. He is the first in eating.
Lao Huang, when it comes to eating 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 could 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 if he secretly admires it?
Wen Hua couldn't figure it out, so he 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 paper and pen from another box and started grinding 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.
He threw the stuff to Wen Hua, who was pouring wine into the wine gourd on his waist. People said that the wine and meat were his own, and he could take them with him if he couldn't finish them. Wen Hua had already eaten the meat, but this wine
I was reluctant to drink it all in one go, so I had to leave a gourd behind for reflection.
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 his saliva and turned it over casually.
Open it, with a few twists and turns of sword skills on it, and two lines of small characters on the bottom. The writing is very straightforward, so that his mouth will not be "white steamed buns", and people who "warm up and up" will have a headache when they look at it.
This is the fucking book!
Those words, whatever, give me a headache just listening to them.
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, is this 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 having sex with the well-to-do 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, then 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 a sentence dozens of times, but he has a good temperament. One day, he may become a swordsman." Jingzhou's words not only made Wen Hua stunned.
Live, also called Qingniao was shocked.
In the land of fireworks, it is just a show. As long as it is not in the land of romance and has nothing to do with women, whatever the young master says is somewhat inappropriate, even if it sounds ridiculous.
Can this person who just grabbed the boogers and started eating them without wiping his hands off really become a master?
Jingzhou glanced at Wen Hua, who was standing dumbly, and explained: "Li Chungang, who could open the gate of heaven with one sword, knew that 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 also feel that 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 swords, 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 gets rich one day, you will have to treat me to drink flower wine. I don’t want any withered flowers under 20 years old. It’s not enough if you 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 those 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 have wine that is more than twenty years old?"
"Return a cart to a cart, uncle! You have such a bad swordsmanship, but you 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, so he doesn’t know what it tastes like.
To return a car, just ask him to go to the emperor and steal it!
This meal cost me one tael of silver. Do you really think that Wen Hua has never seen money? If you dare to ask me for a penny more, I, Wen Hua, 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!
If you are too full, feel good first and then take a poop. Don’t worry about what happens next!
But you have to find a place with plenty of grass to save you the effort of wiping your butt.