Drunken Life and Dreams of Death is a kind of wine, a special kind of wine. People who drink this kind of wine can temporarily forget all their worries. This is a kind of wine that can really make people drunk. No matter what level of warrior you are, as long as you drink it
Anyone who drinks this kind of wine will get drunk.
It was said that poppy was added to this wine, and it was also said that this wine was an intestinal poison.
In any case, this kind of wine is strictly prohibited from being sold on the market. This is the decree of the emperor, and the rules are strictly enforced.
It's hard to drink this kind of wine, but Hua Xiangrong can't help it. There are not many things in this world that can make it difficult for her.
You can't buy it in the market, but there is a place where you can buy it.
This place is called the Ghost Market, and as the name suggests, it is a market where ghosts and monsters gather.
The word "monster" is naturally a metaphor, but actually refers to those who are involved in the underworld, such as thieves, robbers, thieves, liars, killers, fugitives, etc.
Hua Xiangrong is not a gangster, nor is she a monster, but she wants to get drunk and die, so she can only condescend to go to the ghost market. There are all kinds of things that the court does not allow to be sold.
The ghost market is very difficult to find, and it has no fixed location. The ghost market will be held at an uncertain location from time to time, and the duration is also very short, often only half an hour, and it will disband after half an hour.
Leave some footprints on the ground. Every time before the ghost market is held, someone will release the news in the underworld, and it will be spread by word of mouth among the ghosts and monsters.
People who don't want to participate in the ghost market will never know where the ghost market is. People who want to participate in the ghost market can always find out the location of the ghost market through various channels.
This is the ghost market, an elusive ghost market.
Tonight is the day when the ghost market is held. The venue is arranged on a street in Lingluo Town, Nanfan Province. The silk here is very famous. It is not far from the world-famous Sword-making Villa.
The time of the convening is Zi hour. At that time, people sleep the most soundly and deeply, which is suitable for the activities of ghosts and monsters.
Hua Xiangrong arrived early in the morning and arrived at the agreed street at Haishi. At this time, the street was quiet and there was not even a ghost.
As long as the ghost market is not held yet, there will be nothing on the streets.
Hua Xiangrong had to find a good place to wait for the ghost market. She looked around and selected a small building on the street. You can look down from there, or you can lean on the railing and look far away. It is really a good place to watch the night view. The small building
The building was far away from her, but she jumped up in one step and landed firmly on the window sill. She reached out her hand, used her internal force to open the window bolt inside, and opened the window.
The room was a bedroom, and there was someone lying on the bed, sleeping soundly. Judging from the bulging outline of the quilt, he should be a man, and he was a wealthy businessman.
Hua Xiangrong didn't want to wake up the owner of the house, let alone disturb her. She walked to the bed, lifted the quilt, found the man's acupuncture point, and pressed it hard. The man slept more soundly, and he would be exposed to the sun tomorrow.
Won't wake up.
The moon outside the window was beautiful. Hua Xiangrong moved a chair and sat by the window. She also took out a pot of wine from the house and poured it for herself.
People often describe beautiful women as the moon is shy, but in fact, no matter how beautiful a person is, they cannot compare to the moon.
At least the beauty of the moon is eternal and will not fade away with the passage of time.
The wine in the rich merchant's house is very delicious, far better than drunkenness, but you won't get drunk after drinking this kind of wine. What's the use of drinking wine that won't get you drunk.
Hua Xiangrong only took a few sips, then pointed the jug at the window and poured it all away. Then she let go and let the jug fall to the ground below, breaking into many pieces. The sound of breaking alarmed the audience.
There were many dogs in the town barking, and it took a while for them to stop.
After a long wait, it was finally midnight.
The night has become darker, and even those with insomnia have fallen asleep.
The people who opened the ghost market were very punctual. Several people appeared on the east side of the street, and several people appeared on the west side of the street. One person carried twenty-five tables on his back. The tables were stacked together and were taller than the building.
.A man was carrying sixty-seven chairs on his back. The chairs were stacked higher, as if he could catch the moon in the sky by stepping on them. Some were holding big flags embroidered with the word "Ghost Market", and some were carrying huge cloth.
Bags, some were carrying heavy wooden boxes, others were holding on to a dozen small lanterns, in short everyone had something in their hands.
These people walked to the middle of the street and put down their things.
The person carrying the flag inserted the flag made of bamboo poles into the brick ground. It was inserted three feet deep in just one move, as if the ground was not bricks but tofu.
The people holding the lanterns hung them one by one to illuminate the ghost market.
The man carrying the table shrugged his back, and all the tables on his back fell onto the street, arranged at a certain distance apart. Not only were they arranged neatly, but the table legs made no sound when they landed on the ground.
The person carrying the chair also threw the chair over, and the chair landed firmly, not at all inferior to the person setting the table.
Boxes, bags and other items were put on the tables one after another, and some set up street stalls, making the street suddenly colorful.
Just by taking a sip of water, a ghost market has already formed.
Everything is sold in the ghost market, including weapons, hidden weapons, news, contraband, and even living people. The living people are beauties, sleeping beauties, placed sideways on the table, waiting for high bids.
The guests were taken away.
The streets that were quiet just now have become very lively now.
Hua Xiangrong jumped out of the window and landed at the west entrance of the ghost market. Figures of people also appeared in other places on the street. Some jumped over the wall, and some walked directly from the street. These people had no
With one exception, they were all people visiting the ghost market.
The nearby vendors began to shout and sell their goods to the passing customers.
The noisy noise alarmed the residents on both sides. Some people opened their windows and looked around, but they couldn't believe what they were seeing. They thought they were still dreaming. These people couldn't figure out why a busy night market suddenly appeared on the street. Apart from dreaming,
I really can't find a better explanation.
There are also timid people who think those people on the street are really ghosts, so they are so frightened that they quickly close their windows and hide in a warm bed.
No matter what they think, no one dares to venture out of the house and go to the ghost market.
Hua Xiangrong didn't like the ghost market and thought it was a filthy place. She came here just to buy things that would make her drunk and dreamy. Her goal was very clear, so she walked very quickly. She didn't pay attention to the vendors who shouted loudly. She left directly.
We arrived at a stall dedicated to selling wine. There were several large and small wine jars with various labels on them. One of the jars of wine had the words "Drunken Life, Dreams and Death" on it.
"How much?" Hua Xiangrong pressed her hand on the dark brown wine jar.
The wine seller was an old man with dog-skin plaster on his face. He had a mouth full of yellow teeth and two were missing, which was really unflattering. He glanced at him first and then replied.
: "Drunken life and dreaming of death. Ten thousand taels of silver per jar."
"I bought it." Hua Xiangrong simply paid the money, took the wine and turned around to leave. She took two steps, opened the seal, and took a big sip. She drank in a hurry, and she really needed to forget
Some worries. But after drinking, she frowned and was not happy at all.
Hua Xiangrong turned around and walked back. She opened her mouth and spit the drink she just drank into the vendor's face. She said calmly: "This wine is fake. Bring it to me."
The vendor was angry. Anyone would be angry, but he did not act rashly, even though the vendors around him were all his friends. He suppressed his anger and asked with a smile: "How do you know the wine is fake?"
"I have drunk more than ten jars of this wine, and you can't hide it from me."
"There are many types of drunkenness, dreams, and death. The one you have drunk before is one type, and the one I sell to you is another type."
"There are many ways to die. Do you want to try one yourself?"
"Who are you? You are so loud. Don't you take us who deal with ghosts seriously?" The merchant curled his lips, rolled his eyes strangely, and looked at Hua Xiangrong angrily.
"Clouds think of clothes and flowers think of faces."
The wine vendor's face changed slightly, and he turned to look at the vendor next to him. The man was well-informed and could recognize almost all the famous people in the world. The other party nodded, meaning that what Hua Xiangrong said was true.
.The wine seller's expression became worse, but the smile on his face became stronger.
"It turns out that Senior Hua came to the shop. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please calm down. I'll bring you a jar to make you drunk." The merchant put his hand into a large cloth bag slung over his body, and pulled out something from it.
He took out a small jar of wine without a label and offered it with both hands.
Hua Xiangrong took the wine jar, tore open the seal, raised her nose and smelled it, confirming that it was truly drunk. She took a good sip, stood up and left, no longer bothering to pay attention to the vendors who were trying to deceive people.
The vendor looked at Hua Xiangrong's slovenly back and wiped cold sweat. The ghost market specializes in entertaining ghosts and monsters, and Hua Xiangrong was mixed in, and he was like a living hell.
Hua Xiangrong was drunk and dreaming. She soon became a little drunk and staggered a little. She wanted to leave this ghost place and find a secluded place to get drunk.
There is a notice board in front with many pictures of people posted on it. These are headhunting orders. Whoever kills the people on this board can come and receive the reward. In addition to selling things, the ghost market also does this kind of shady business.
The night wind blew by, causing the portraits on the notice board to shake. One of the portraits caught Hua Xiangrong's attention because she recognized the person in the portrait.
Hua Xiangrong put down the bottle of wine that she had consumed a fifth of, reached out and took off the familiar portrait on the bulletin board, looked at it carefully, and looked at the name on the portrait.
The person painted on the portrait is a handsome young man, with Zhao Zheng's name written underneath.
Hua Xiangrong recognized Zhao Zheng, knowing that Zhao was his apprentice's sworn brother, and had once saved Zhao Zheng's life.
Next to the notice board stood a man in black who was as handsome as a javelin. He was responsible for issuing these headhunting orders. When Hua Xiangrong took down the head portrait, he kept staring at Hua Xiangrong with his electric eyes.
"Why does someone want his head?" Hua Xiangrong shook the head and asked the man in black.
"Because he is one of the contestants in the Zichu sword competition. Not only him, but all the contestants are on the headhunting orders. These headhunting orders will not be revoked until the end of the Zichu sword competition."
The man in black replied.
This was the first time Hua Xiangrong heard about the competition for the first sword. She wandered around in the rivers and lakes and lived a confused life. She asked a lot of questions, and the man in black answered patiently. Only then did she Understand the ins and outs.
Someone wanted to kill her beloved apprentice's sworn brother, so of course she couldn't just stand by and watch.
"Where is Zhujian Villa?" Hua Xiangrong asked the last question.
"Over there." The man in black pointed.
"Thank you." As soon as Hua Xiangrong finished her words, she had disappeared. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better and faster novels!
