Yan Bing, who had already stepped up the stairs with one foot, quickly pulled his foot back, found an empty table in the hall, sat down, and said to Zhao Er: "Four dishes, two bottles of wine, you don't have to work today."
Come on, tell me about Feixia Sect carefully, and you will be rewarded if you do!"
When Zhao Er heard that there was still a reward, he was very happy, but then he thought about not going to work, so he turned around and looked at the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper also understood that Zhao Er was asking for instructions. Although Zhao Er was cheap, he was afraid of offending the distinguished guest, so he nodded.
Zhao Eryi saw that the shopkeeper was right, and immediately went to the kitchen to prepare the food and drinks.
After a while, two meat and vegetables and two jugs of wine were brought up. Zhao Er put the food and wine on the table and said, "When you're done eating, call me, and I'll start telling you." After saying that, he turned around and left.
Gotta go.
"Where are you going?" Yan Bing stopped him directly.
Zhao Er was a little confused by this question. He blinked and said, "Youngster, it's time for dinner too. I want to go to the kitchen to find something to eat. I'll be very excited to tell you about Feixiamen in a while..."
"Why are you still going to the kitchen? Are you sitting here eating!? Didn't you look at the four dishes? Two bottles of wine? Do you think I can finish it by myself?" Yan Bing said with a smile.
Zhao Er couldn't believe his ears, pointed at himself and asked: "Me? Sit here!?"
"Yes!? Otherwise?" Yan Bing looked confused, "Let's talk while eating!"
"This... is not good... I, I am just a servant... I am afraid of sitting here for fear of losing my position to you." Zhao Er had never encountered such a situation before, and he was a little at a loss for a while.
"Well, you really can't sit down yet..." Yan Bing pondered for a moment and said.
Zhao Er breathed a sigh of relief.
"Because there are not enough tableware, here is a wine glass and a pair of bowls and chopsticks. Should you use it or me? Go to the kitchen and get another set." Yan Bing said, holding up the wine glass.
"Huh??" Zhao Eryi thought the other party was just being polite at first, but seeing that he meant it seriously, he froze.
"Ah what? Go quickly and get another wine glass and a pair of bowls and chopsticks." Yan Bing waved his hand and said.
Zhao Er had no choice but to obey the order, took another wine glass and bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen, and walked over tremblingly.
"Sit," Yan Bing spread his palms and pointed towards the chair opposite.
"I, I am just a servant...," Zhao Er wanted to refuse again.
Yan Bing interrupted directly: "If I ask you to sit down, you will sit down! What kind of subordinates are superiors!? In my eyes, there are only good people and bad people! There are no superiors and subordinates! Sit down!"
When Yan Bing said this, Zhao Er's eyes were a little red. He responded and sat down with the bowl and chopsticks in his arms.
As soon as I sat down, I felt something was wrong and quickly took a peek at the shopkeeper's face.
Yan Bing became a little impatient and said, "Why do you keep looking at him!? If your shopkeeper doesn't do it right, I'll treat you to another restaurant!"
Upon hearing this, the originally long-faced shopkeeper quickly lowered his head and started thinking again.
Zhao Er couldn't help but laugh and cry.
Seeing that Zhao Er was still cautious, Yan Bing simply picked up a piece of meat and put it directly into Zhao Er's bowl, "Eat!"
He picked up the jug again, poured a glass of wine for Zhao Er, and said, "Drink!"
Zhao Er's whole body was in a mess. He felt that the person sitting opposite him was not a rich lady, but his own eldest brother.
But his eldest brother has been dead for many years...
Thinking of this, Zhao Er burst into tears.
Yan Bing was completely speechless.
I originally thought that by chatting while eating like this, Zhao Er would be able to let go and talk thoroughly about everything.
Unexpectedly, it had the opposite effect.
Zhao Er was also moved, stood up, raised his glass and said: "Miss, I respect you!"
After saying that, drink it all in one gulp.
After sitting down, I wiped my tears with my sleeve, let go completely, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and started to eat the food.
"Is this right?" Yan Bing was happy, raised his glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
In this way, the two of them chatted while eating and drinking...
It is said that two thousand years ago, Li Yuangang, the founder of Feixia Sect, learned swordsmanship at an early age and was extremely talented. Before he was twenty, he had created seventy-three sword techniques.
When the young man succeeded, he traveled around the world and acted chivalrously.
During this period, I met a young man on the road who was besieged by a crowd. He was seriously injured and refused to retreat. He was exhausted and refused to surrender. He was deeply admired, so he drew his sword to help and fought off the crowd. This young man was the founder of the Luomen Sect later.
Fresh from Zhaoyang.
The two hit it off immediately and got along very happily, and became sworn brothers with different surnames.
A few years later, the two founded sects one after another, with Li Yuangang establishing Feixia Sect and Xian Yu Zhaoyang establishing Luomen Sect.
Since the two had a close relationship, they often organized disciples of the two sects to discuss each other's experiences, exchange knowledge, and swear to establish an eternal alliance.
However, time flies and stars change. Thousands of years later, Helian Yong, the thirteenth generation leader of the Luomen Sect, found a new way to incorporate corpse poison and yin energy into Luomen's palm techniques, which greatly increased the skills of the martial arts practitioners of the sect.
, later the Luomen Sect was renamed the Luomen Sect, and the sect's status was consolidated in a religious form. Various behaviors deviated from the spirit of martial arts and were despised by the martial arts sect. Therefore, it was defined as a cult by the Central Plains.
Afterwards, under the pressure and public opinion from many Central Plains sects, Feixia Sect had to draw a clear line with the Luomen Sect and break their oath.
However, the disciples' exchanges that have been passed down for thousands of years have been preserved. One can inspire the enterprising spirit of the younger generations, and the other, the Central Plains martial arts and the Western Regions martial arts schools can also retain a trace of communication, so as not to be completely disconnected.
Until eleven years ago, the date came for the battle between the two schools.
This time, the Luomen sect has unusually increased its bet. The loser must dismiss his disciples and close the door until the next day when the two sects engage in a battle.
After removing his name, he will never be able to open a sect again.
Moreover, this time it is not only a competition between the direct disciples, but also the leaders of the two factions!
Wang Linfeng, who was the seventeenth generation head of the Feixia Sect at the time, had originally intended to politely refuse the bet, but the Luomen Sect was quarrelsome and refused to give in. In the end, Wang Linfeng had to high-five Ouyang Zita, the nineteenth generation head of the Luomen Sect.
As a result of the oath, the bet was established.
"And then you lost!?" Yan Bing asked quickly.
"Don't interrupt! Listen to me." Zhao Er obviously drank a little too much, so he shouted back.
The first to start were the leaders of the two factions.
It is said that Wang Linfeng and Ouyang Zitai fought in darkness, with landslides and rocks falling. They fought from early morning until sunset, with back and forth, but no winner or loser.
Seeing that it was getting late, we had to count it as a draw in the end. At dawn the next day, the direct disciples of both sides would compete to determine the winner.
On the next day, each side selected three direct disciples and started fighting again.
In the first battle, the two sides drew again.
In the second battle, Feixiamen lost.
In the third battle, Feixia Clan sent the third senior brother, who was recognized as the strongest among his direct disciples, to fight, but he was defeated and died miserably.
At this point, the outcome has been decided.
Yan Bing: "..., I feel aggrieved to lose..."
Zhao Er said: "The more frustrating thing is still behind! Listen to me!"
The defeat of Feixia Clan has been decided, and the bet should be fulfilled, but everyone in Feixia Clan refuses to acknowledge the result and refuses to fulfill the bet!
Unexpectedly, the Luomen Cult had already prepared. Among the many spectators in the audience, a large number of Luomen Cult disciples were hidden, and they directly slaughtered Feixia! In the end, only a few elites of the Feixia Sect survived.
When Zhao Er said this, he drank another glass of wine and continued: "So, if you say you lose, you will lose. Are you willing to accept defeat... Why bother if you have to break the contract and end up almost wiped out!? That's right!
Because of this, Feixia Clan has lost face again and lost the battle... Many people secretly said that he deserved it! Let me tell you..."
"What the hell are you talking about!!!!"
Zhao Er had just finished speaking when a roar fell from the sky, and then a figure flew down from the beam and smashed the wine table between Yan Bing and Zhao Er with one palm!
Yan Bing reacted very quickly. He subconsciously kicked the ground and jumped five or six meters backward.
Zhao Er was miserable. How could Yan Bing have such reaction and explosive power?
The food, wine, sawdust, broken plates, and broken bowls all confused Zhao Er's face, and he was so frightened that he almost woke up from the wine.
Yan Bing was also in shock. He raised his eyes and saw that the figure who came down was none other than Ah Da in the bookstore!
