Everyone drank another bowl and let go. They all looked at each other. Seeing that Thirteenth Niang had given up on Li Muchan, they put down their reserve and started laughing.
Xiong Sihai smiled and said: "Thirteenth Mother, the great monk wants to buy a house in the city. Do you know where there is a good house?"
"Oh——?" Thirteenth Niang glanced at Li Muchan, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Where do you want to buy it? It's really bad. I want to sell the house to the east."
"How much?" Xiong Sihai asked.
Thirteen Niang said: "I didn't ask, I guess it's five to six thousand taels."
"Hmm..., it seems the house is not big." Xiong Sihai said.
"Yes, it's not that big." Thirteenth Niang nodded.
Xiong Sihai looked at Li Muchan, who smiled and said, "It's too small. There are so many of us, and it's too uncomfortable to live in such a crowded place, so forget it."
Zhao Shengli hurriedly said: "No, let's go and have a look first. If nothing works, we'll talk later."
He didn't wait for Li Muchan to speak, and said directly: "Let's eat quickly. After eating, we can go see the house!"
Thirteenth Niang smiled: "Okay, I'll show you the way."
Li Muchan looked at Zhao Shengli helplessly. Zhao Shengli didn't look at him. He picked up the bowl and urged everyone to get another bowl. In the blink of an eye, everyone had eaten four bowls.
This winter snow brew is strong, smells fragrant, drinks spicy, and is full of energy.
A person with a light capacity for drinking, like Xiao Cai, after four bowls, his face suddenly turned red, as if covered with a layer of red cloth. The other people's faces did not change as they drank a lot.
The dishes were served quickly, as if they were flowing water. Twelve dishes were served quickly. The aroma filled the room, and everyone started moving, making it even more lively.
Thirteenth Niang followed the others to eat the food, her movements were graceful and graceful. With her around, the atmosphere in the room was a bit charming. Even though everyone knew that she was a pretty girl, Li Muchan, they still felt comfortable.
As he was talking, someone suddenly knocked on the door again. The banging sound overwhelmed everyone's chatter and laughter. It was slow and mellow, different from the usual knocking on the door.
Li Muchan closed his eyes slightly and looked out with the Eye of the Void. He saw a big man standing outside the house. He was tall and tall, with piercing eyes and a good level of cultivation.
On the road, Li Bao stepped forward and pulled his horse away. He saw a big man standing outside the door and asked, "What are you doing?"
The big man had a round face and thick beard. He cupped his fists and said, "Is this the military master of Xiaoqi Camp?"
Li Baolu nodded and asked roughly: "Yes, who are you?"
The big man smiled and said: "I am the head of the Fan family's bodyguard bureau. My lady wants to visit Master Mingkong of the Xiaoqi camp. Excuse me!"
Li Baolu turned around and asked: "Monk, Miss Fan family wants to see you!"
Everyone looked at Li Muchan, who said: "Please come over, Miss Fan."
The big man nodded to everyone, turned around and left, with a serious figure and an extraordinary aura.
Zhao Shengli chuckled and said: "Monk, you are very popular with women. Tell me, how did you meet the eldest lady of the Fan family?"
Li Muchan smiled and pointed at Li Baolu: "Li Zi knows."
Li Baolu told what happened, and everyone was amazed and suddenly realized.
The sound of footsteps came. Surrounded by everyone, the eldest lady of the Fan family came down to the door. She stopped and looked inside. She frowned slightly, then returned to normal. She stepped into the house with her boots and clasped her fists and said: "Little girl Fan Peiyao, see you.
I have passed several military masters."
Everyone returned the gift one by one, and the scene was very lively.
Most of them saw Fan Peiyao for the first time. The last time Fan Peiyao was wearing men's clothes, she only looked handsome. Now she is back in women's clothing, wearing a light pink outfit, as delicate as a flower.
As soon as she came in, the room lit up again, complementing the thirteenth mother, and her face was radiant.
Li Muchan clasped his fists: "Miss Fan, you're welcome, please sit down."
Li Baolu hurriedly took a chair and placed it next to Li Muchan.
Fan Peiyao stood still, smiled slightly, and said: "Little girl, I heard that the military masters are here. I came here to pay a special visit to express my gratitude to Master Mingkong in person... Waiter, bring me a bowl!"
The waiter responded from afar, quickly brought a big bowl over, carefully put it on the table, quietly stepped back, and glanced at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan smiled: "Miss Fan, you don't have to be like this. It's just my duty... I don't deserve to be so solemn."
Among the followers, only the round-faced man followed. He filled the big bowl and brought it to Fan Peiyao. Fan Peiyao took it and held it up with both hands: "Master Mingkong, I dedicate this bowl to Master to express my gratitude!"
After that, he picked up the big bowl, raised his slender and round pink neck, drank it all in one gulp.
The winter snow wine dripped down her lips and into her tall and proud breasts. Everyone stared at her. Li Muchan coughed lightly. They were shocked, came to their senses, and hurriedly opened their eyes.
Fan Peiyao has a delicate appearance and a temperament as pure as a lotus flower, but her figure is particularly hot, which poses a fatal temptation. They have been staying in the military camp and haven't seen a woman for a long time, not to mention such a beautiful woman. It would be a big mistake.
The round-faced man frowned, a little unhappy, and secretly annoyed that these military masters were frivolous and lustful.
Li Muchan also picked up the big bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and said with a smile: "The reputation of a heroine is really good, and the boldness of drinking at a girl is admirable."
Fan Peiyao's face was as red as rouge, and she was as charming as a rouge. She pursed her lips and smiled: "Today's meal is my invitation! ... Come here!"
She clapped her hands, and a thin man came in, carrying a mahogany box. It was small and exquisite, half the size of a doctor's medicine box.
"To Master Mingkong!" Fan Peiyao stretched out her hand.
The skinny man responded, went to Li Muchan, put down the mahogany box, cupped his fists and said, "Master, please accept it!"
Li Muchan smiled: "What is this?"
Fan Peiyao cupped her fists and smiled brightly, saying: "It's just a small thing, not a sign of respect... This little bit of silver is just a little bit of our escort agency's thoughts. I hope you won't find it despicable, master!"
"Monk, may I open it and take a look?" Li Baolu asked hurriedly.
Li Muchan nodded, and Li Baolu hurriedly stepped forward to open the wooden box. Suddenly, his eyes were filled with golden light, which startled Li Baolu and blurted out: "Gold!"
Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "Miss Fan, you are too polite to take it seriously."
Fan Peiyao said: "Master, you're welcome! ... Master, it seems to be a trivial matter, but to my Fan family, it is a matter of life and death. If there is no expression, we will feel uneasy!"
Zhao Shengli hurriedly said: "Yes, monk, just accept it, don't let me down."
"We can't accept the money." Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "How about this, Miss Fan, please sit down and treat us to a meal of wine. After that, we won't owe each other anything."
Fan Peiyao frowned and shook her head: "No, I have to accept the silver!"
Li Muchan tiptoed, closed the wooden box, shook his head and smiled, and said no more.
Seeing this, Thirteen Niang pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Miss Fan, the young master wants to buy a house in the city. How about giving Miss Fan a house as a gift?"
"Oh——?" Fan Peiyao looked over with bright eyes.
Li Muchan smiled: "That's even more impossible. I bought the house myself, and it's not okay to give it as a gift."
Li Muchan really didn't want to have anything to do with the Fan family. The key was that the Fan family were guests of the governor, and the governor and the army were natural enemies.
Once he got involved with the Fan family, it would be tantamount to seeking death. Besides, seeing the Fan family's grandeur and arrogance, he didn't want to get close to them.
"You little monk, you are so clueless!" Suddenly a big man shouted from the door, the sound was like a loud bell, ringing throughout Changping Tower.
Li Muchan frowned and turned around to look. Zhao Shengli stood up immediately and shouted: "Which guy is spitting shit out there!"
"Bold!" Amidst the angry shouts, a black light shot towards Zhao Shengli's face.
Li Muchan stretched out his chopsticks and picked it up. There was a crisp "pop" sound, and the black light was intercepted. However, it was a chopstick that fell to the table and fell into several pieces.
Li Muchan's face darkened and he looked outside.
Fan Peiyao's face also changed, she stamped her feet, turned her head and yelled: "Uncle Zhao——!"
A thin, middle-aged man came in. He was not tall, with an oval face, a pointed chin, and small eyes sunken into the sockets, which were bright and cold, and breathtaking.
He stepped in boldly and stood next to Fan Peiyao. His small eyes swept away and a cold light burst out. Most of the people shrank their eyes and did not dare to look directly.
Even though they had been to the killing field and were very evil, they couldn't help but avoid his gaze. It was so sharp that it seemed like a real sword piercing their eyes.
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and looked at the thin middle-aged man calmly.
The middle-aged man's eyes widened, a cold light burst out, and he stabbed Li Muchan: "You monk! What a status as a eldest lady. I give you face and give you money. It's better for you not to give me any face at all. You are so grand!"
Li Muchan smiled slightly: "You are so impressive!"
He glanced at everyone, shook his head and said: "Today I really saw the momentum of the Fan Family Escort Agency. It is indeed worthy of being the number one in Tianlong City. It is extremely domineering. I admire you!"
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he looked at the middle-aged man with a half-smile, with a strong sense of irony.
"Little monk, you are seeking death!" the middle-aged man said coldly.
Li Muchan smiled: "Then sir, are you going to help me?"
The thin middle-aged man looked at him sideways and sneered: "I heard that young monk you saved people under the Black Eagle Rider, and it was said that it was miraculous, but I don't believe it. Come on, let's make a sign!"
Li Muchan waved his hand: "I only kill enemies with my hands, not compete with others."
Zhao Shengli snorted: "Monk, just kill such a ungrateful guy!"
He was extremely angry. If the monk hadn't taken action just now, the chopstick would have stabbed his head, and his life would have been ruined. It was so hateful and annoying!
"What a loud tone!" The thin middle-aged man sneered, squinting at Zhao Shengli: "You are a little pawn, I will kill you like a chicken, why are you pretending to be a big shot here!"
"Uncle Zhao, stop talking!" Fan Peiyao was stunned, and then she realized what she was doing and hurriedly pulled his arm, trying to push him out.
The skinny middle-aged man said warmly: "Miss, don't push me. Don't look down on these rough guys! ... Just to show off your style for a little help, huh, it's so shameless!"
Li Muchan's face darkened, his brows furrowed, and he suddenly flicked his chopsticks.
"Hi!" There was a sharp roar, and the black light flashed away.
"Uh..." The thin middle-aged man paused, looked down, and saw that his left hand was pierced by a chopstick. Pain surged into his mind, and he couldn't help but groan.
Li Muchan said calmly: "Waiter, bring a pair of chopsticks!"
"Here you go..." the waiter responded loudly, and soon came to the door. Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, he was on the verge of breaking out. The air was full of the smell of gunpowder. He immediately slowed down his steps, shrunk in, put down his chopsticks and turned around to leave.
Don't dare to stop for a moment.
He was afraid that if he stayed a little longer, if a fight really broke out, he would suffer.
He secretly sighed in his heart, these soldiers really never stopped for a moment. They came three times and fought twice. It seems that they will fight again this time. The house has been renovated twice!
Li Muchan put down the remaining chopsticks, picked up the new chopsticks, picked up a piece of beef, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, looking at the middle-aged man calmly.
The middle-aged man stared at Li Muchan and pulled out the chopsticks with his right hand. Blood gushed out like a fountain and dripped onto the floor. The sound was clearly audible.
He just stared at Li Muchan without looking at his hands, letting the blood flow to the ground.
Li Muchan smiled faintly, took another piece of beef, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, with a leisurely expression, as if he didn't see him.
"Uncle Zhao!" Fan Peiyao stamped her foot, quickly tapped his shoulder and wrist, took out the handkerchief from his sleeve, held the back of his hand, and the round-faced man next to him took out a porcelain bottle and sprinkled some powder.
The middle-aged man left them busy and ignored them, only staring at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan took a sip of wine, put down the big bowl, and said, "Compared with my chopsticks, which one is better, your chopsticks? ... Is this considered a comparison?"
The middle-aged man sneered: "What kind of skill is sneak attack?"
"Sneak attacks are considered a skill." Li Muchan shook his head and said, "I am a soldier, marching and fighting, and the good and the good complement each other. How can I not have a sneak attack?"
"Strong words!" The middle-aged man sneered and said in a deep voice: "Let's compete in swordsmanship!"
Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "I don't dare, your Fan family is too powerful, but my little help has led to such an end. If I really compete with you and disgrace the Fan family, can I still live?... We still want to
Eat and drink, if you have nothing else to do, Miss Fan, please stop!"
"You..." Fan Peiyao frowned.
Although Uncle Zhao was aggrieved, it was just a bad mouth and there was no malice. Mingkong's words were too much, and it made the Fan family look bad.
She said it didn't matter to her, but she didn't want to say that to the Fan family.
Li Muchan turned around and smiled with Thirteenth Niang: "Thirteenth Niang, this meal won't taste good if you continue to eat it. Why don't you go take a look at the house?"
Thirteenth Niang smiled sweetly and glanced at Fan Peiyao: "Okay."
Li Muchan turned around and said: "Zhao Tou, let's buy a house first. If we can buy it, we can eat at our own house so as not to be disturbed by others."
"It couldn't be better!" Zhao Shengli nodded and stood up.
Li Muchan stood up and walked out. Fan Peiyao did not move. The round-faced man behind her did not move, nor did the thin middle-aged man, who blocked the door.