After seeing Jiang Yu, Weiming felt a little pain in his head.
To be honest, Weiming didn't want to pay much attention to Jiang Yu because Weiming felt that Jiang Yu was too insidious and not for his own temperament.
Unknown's sunny personality, he doesn't like people with gloomy personalities.
But the street is so narrow, and this is a head-on collision, can we still pretend to be deaf and blind and go straight through?
"Hello, brother Jiang." Weiming greeted Jiang Yu with a smile.
"Brother Dongfang, hello." Seeing Weiming, Jiang Yu was very enthusiastic.
Standing next to Jiang Yu was a young man who was as tall as him but obviously much younger.
I saw him wearing a blue jacket and white coat with purple embroidery and a black scholar's hat. He looked fair and frail.
The weather has turned cold in August, and this man is still holding a folding fan painted with green bamboo in his hand to show his elegance. At first glance, he looks like a young man from an unknown family.
In this era, whether you are rich or poor, noble or low, you can tell just by looking at your clothes.
This is not only a matter of financial resources, but there are also "rules" involved. For example, Wei Ming can only wear shorts no matter how rich he is.
Among Jiang Yu's identities, he was just one of the sons of Jianghu heroes. He also had the label of being an official after a wealthy businessman, and most of his friends were from non-martial arts circles.
Wei Ming is not surprised by this.
Of course, this is also the second reason why Weiming doesn't want to get along with Jiang Yu, because Weiming has to deal with Jiang Yu's young master friends.
Wei Ming feels that he is not from the same group as them.
Weiming clasped his fists in salute to the young master holding the fan, and then said: "Xiaoyao Valley, Dongfang Weiming."
The young master nodded to Wei Ming and said, "Young Master Dongfang is right. My surname is Feng."
I don’t know why, but the first time Mr. Feng saw Weiming, although his expression did not change, there was a bit of disgust in his eyes.
That's right, regardless of being the third disciple of Xiaoyao Valley, in the eyes of those high-ranking officials, especially those who have read some poems and books, there is no difference between me and those gangsters who set up street stalls and perform arts and medicines.
This is not Wei Ming mocking Qi Li, who is a family of young people performing arts on the street, or Huang Xiaoshi, who sells medicine at a street stall.
Regardless of whether Wei Ming thinks so, this is a chain of discrimination in the eyes of Jianghu people.
However, in the eyes of those noble people, no matter whether you are on the upper chain or the lower chain, you are just a piece of shit and unsightly.
When Jiang Yu saw Weiming, he became really excited. He happily said to Weiming: "Brother Dongfang, I had a new experience in reading Buddhist scriptures a few days ago. The roadside is too noisy. Let's go to the teahouse to talk in detail.
"
When Weiming heard this, he immediately felt dizzy. This was the third reason why he didn't want to see Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu was afraid that there was some serious misunderstanding. He thought that Weiming also liked Buddhism and would be excited to talk about such mysterious and mysterious things when he saw him.
It's really hard, really hard.
Wei Ming was too honest and didn't know how to refuse people, so he was immediately grabbed by Jiang Yu.
With uncontrollable disgust in his eyes, Mr. Feng opened his fan and covered his mouth and nose. Without even looking at Wei Ming, he said to Jiang Yu: "You two are really interested, but unfortunately I have other important matters, so I have to leave first."
Already."
Mr. Feng bowed to Jiang Yu and said, "Farewell." Then he ignored Wei Ming and walked away.
"Why are you dragging me? You're a pretty boy."
Wei Ming thought angrily in his heart.
But after a while, Weiming let out a long sigh and realized that he could indeed pull him.
After many years of self-reliant living, Weiming has clearly realized one of the important rules of this world: human life is inherently divided into noble and inferior.
Regarding this matter, whether you accept it or not, you have to accept it in the end.
Before Weiming finished feeling sad, Jiang Yu had already pulled Weiming enthusiastically and said, "Brother Dongfang, let's go."
After saying that, Jiang Yu pulled Wei Ming, who was obviously reluctant, towards the teahouse.
"I want to drink~..."
Unknown regret ing.
Speaking of which, after saying goodbye to Jiang Yu, Mr. Feng walked slowly towards Luoyang City. When he reached an alley, he quickly turned in.
After hiding in a distant alley and observing secretly for a while, Mr. Feng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jiang Yu pulling Wei Ming, who had a careless expression on his face, towards the teahouse.
It was so dangerous. I went to Luoyang City for a casual stroll today, but I didn’t expect that I almost bumped into that person. Just now, because I lost control of my mind, there was a trace of panic in my eyes. Fortunately, Dongfang Weiming did not recognize him.
Come.
This identity seems to be safe for now.
"Xiaoyao Valley, the east is still unknown. I will remember you."
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When Jiang Yu meets Wei Ming, he likes to ask him to talk about Buddhist scriptures. In fact, he is using Wei Ming to feel intellectual superiority.
Wei Ming is really a fool. He listens to whatever others say. Even if he doesn't understand and feels dizzy, he still tries hard to put what others say into his brain.
Because subconsciously, Wei Ming feels that these are very valuable "knowledge".
If Huang Xiaoshi is extremely eager for martial arts and internal skills, then Weiming has been extremely eager for all kinds of "knowledge" since he was a child.
I don’t know that there is a lot of seemingly inconspicuous knowledge that can really solve big problems.
To obtain this knowledge, you must either sum up your experience through countless practices and failures, or tell you through other people's mouths.
With this eagerness for knowledge, he did not know that he would learn whatever others taught him. Although he had only been in Xiaoyao Valley for a year, he actually learned all the miscellaneous subjects in Wangyou Valley.
Putting aside the quality of his studies, Gu Yuexuan and Jingji couldn't compare to him in terms of his ability to put everything into his head regardless of his mess.
In this way, Jiang Yu took Weiming and talked for an entire hour in the teahouse. Finally, Jiang Yu, who had had enough, let Weiming leave. Weiming, who was now mentally exhausted, felt that he urgently needed something like "wine" to relieve his tension.
of nerves.
Wei Ming, who was dizzy, had just walked into the restaurant. Unexpectedly, when he looked up, he saw a person he had just met, Mr. Feng, Jiang Yu's friend.
To be honest, Wei Ming originally wanted to turn around and leave when he saw this person, but there was only one restaurant in Luoyang City and no other branches.
Wei Ming, who had listened to the sermons all afternoon and had a full stomach of tea, was fine at first, but as soon as he smelled the aroma of wine, his whole body felt weak and he really couldn't walk.
When Mr. Feng saw Wei Ming, his eyes obviously shrank, and then the two met face to face.
Out of the principle of striking first, Mr. Feng greeted Weiming first, throwing the embarrassment on Weiming's head.
"We meet again, Mr. Dongfang." Mr. Feng greeted Weiming with a smile.
Seeing that he couldn't hide, Weiming had no choice but to respond with an awkward yet polite smile: "What a coincidence... You're here to drink too?"
This sentence seems to be nonsense. What are you doing in a restaurant if you don't come to drink?
Seeing Wei Ming's embarrassment, Mr. Feng suddenly felt happy. He quickly gave up the idea of leaving after saying hello. He looked at Wei Ming with a smile in his eyes and said to him: "The East of Xiaoyao Valley
The young hero, with his strong martial arts skills and handsome appearance, is truly a hero among men. I’m afraid it’s not easy to forget such an outstanding young hero, right?”
This was the first time Wei Ming had encountered this kind of embarrassment. His face turned red when he heard it. Even if he had the slightest thought of rebuttal, he did not say a single humble word in the end.
Who doesn’t want a rainbow fart?
It's a pity that Weiming has grown so big, and this is the first time that someone praised him so viciously to his face.
Suddenly Weiming felt that although Mr. Feng looked like a girl, he was still a good person. After all, it was not his fault that he looked like this. At least Mr. Feng had not put on makeup and powder like other sons of nobles.
These days, youtou noodle is a complimentary word to describe noble people.
After letting go of his inner embarrassment, Wei Ming let go immediately. He turned to the restaurant proprietress and shouted loudly: "Boss, a jar of good wine, don't let it go with the food."
Well, Wei Ming never drinks with food, he is such a bold (shabby) man.
Young Master Feng looked at Wei Ming and smiled again, and said: "Although I only have a close relationship with Young Master Dongfang, I have always admired Young Master Dongfang. Since we have the honor to meet you today, I must treat Young Master Dongfang to a drink. I don't know.
Young master, are you willing to show your favor?"
The words were said with a hint of sourness, but as soon as he heard the wine was drunk, it sounded like fairy music to Weiming's ears. Before his brain could even react, his head was already nodding involuntarily.
Mr. Feng turned his head to the restaurant proprietress and said, "Bring two jars of Guanwai Baijiu and serve a table of side dishes to accompany the wine."
"Okay, I'll be here right away," the waiter shouted loudly.
After a while, the food and wine came. Weiming picked up a wine bowl, filled himself a bowl, then put the wine in front of his nose, took a deep breath, and showed a look of intoxication on his face.
"It's such a good wine, just the smell is enough." Weiming was about to take the bowl and drink it all, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Mr. Feng standing there with empty hands, so he couldn't help but ask: "Why don't you drink?
"
Mr. Feng smiled at Weiming, nodded and said, "You first, please."
Without much explanation, he raised his head and drank from a bowl of strong wine.
The wine was really satisfying, and Wei Ming was so happy that he couldn't help shouting: "Good wine!"
Mr. Feng couldn't help but shook his head when he saw Wei Ming's way of drinking like a thirsty ghost reincarnated.
"Master Feng, why don't you drink?" Weiming grabbed his wine jar and was about to fill a bowl for Master Feng, but Master Feng pushed it away.
"Alas! What a pity, what a pity." Mr. Feng shook his head and said, "This wine is good, but there is no good vessel."
When Wei Ming heard this, he knew that Mr. Feng's noble spirit was offended again. He kindly persuaded Mr. Feng: "How can someone talk about the utensils when drinking? Besides, there are only these rough and rude people in this small shop."
Bowl, brother, just drink it."
When Mr. Feng heard Wei Ming's words, his expression changed with fright. He quickly waved his hands and said, "Absolutely not, absolutely not!"
Mr. Feng said seriously to Wei Ming with an expression as if he was startled: "Playing music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, everything must be done with etiquette.
Therefore, when drinking, you must pay attention to the drinking utensils, and what kind of wine you drink and what kind of wine glass you use are all very particular."
Hearing that drinking had such a big background, Weiming, who had grown up from a humble childhood, became interested. While pouring wine into his bowl, he asked: "What's the specific details? I thought that as long as there is a bowl, it will be served."
If you don't have a bowl, just use a jar."
Mr. Feng said slowly to Wei Ming: "When drinking Fen wine, you should use a jade cup. There is a poem in the Tang Dynasty that goes: 'A jade bowl holds amber light.' It can be seen that drinking Fen wine from a jade bowl and a jade cup can enhance the color of the wine."
After Weiming swallowed the wine in his mouth, he felt better. He laughed and said, "Everyone has jade bowls and jade cups. If they don't have them, wouldn't they stop drinking? It's too particular, too particular."
Mr. Feng smiled and knocked on the wine jar with his folding fan, and said: "This Guanwai Baijiu has a very good taste, extremely sharp, but it lacks a bit of fragrance. It is best to drink it from a rhinoceros horn cup, then
It will be more mellow and mellow. The jade bowl enhances the color of the wine, and the rhinoceros horn cup enhances the fragrance. The ancients will not deceive me."
Wei Ming was really shocked when he heard this.
Or how can I say Mr. Feng is a noble man?
This jade cup and jade bowl has exceeded the limits of many people's imagination. What is the rhinoceros horn cup? It is really more precious than the jade cup.
If Weiming hadn't learned after receiving medical treatment from a miraculous doctor that there was another medicinal material in the world called rhinoceros horn, otherwise he wouldn't have thought that there was a monster with horns growing on its nose.
Isn’t that the legendary ferocious beast “Si”?
In a casual conversation, Mr. Feng said that he wanted to use rhinoceros horns to make wine glasses. I don’t know who among the nobles would be able to use this wine glass.
These words sounded really exciting. Wei Ming was already very studious, but he didn't expect that he had such great knowledge about drinking. He picked up a thick bowl and poured it into his mouth, drinking "wine" at the same time.
"Let's talk about the sorghum bar." Mr. Feng continued: "It is recorded in ancient books that 'Yi Di made wine during the time of Yu and Xia, and Yu drank it and enjoyed it'. That kind of wine is sorghum wine. Therefore, to drink sorghum wine, you need a bronze wine cup.
It has an ancient meaning."
Wei Ming kept nodding his head and said, "I've heard of the Bronze Wine Lord. Someone dug it out of an old grave."
After hearing Weiming's words, the expression on Mr. Feng's face clearly hardened.
Immediately, Weiming also realized that he had made a mistake.
With such a noble status as Mr. Feng, how could he possibly drink from something belonging to a dead person?
Fortunately, Mr. Feng got rid of this little embarrassment immediately and continued: "Although the rice wine we usually drink has a beautiful taste, it is a little weak. It should be drank with a big bucket to show your strength."
This sentence made Weiming feel deep in his heart. He put down the big bowl in his hand and said excitedly to Mr. Feng: "This is really true! When I drink rice wine, I always feel that it is satisfying to hold the jar and pour it directly into my mouth...
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Mr. Feng looked at Weiming's appearance and said with a smile: "The last thing is wine. There is a poem that goes: 'Grape wine luminous cup'."
When grape wine is poured into a luminous cup, it is just like blood. Yue Wu Mu's poem says: "Aspirations are hungry and hungry, eating Huns meat, laughing and talking about thirsty drinking Xiongnu blood." Drinking wine is like drinking blood, isn't it great!"
"Okay!" When Weiming heard this, he couldn't help but yelled "Okay."
What a joke about drinking the blood of the Xiongnu. Weiming has also heard the story of Yue Wumu, who pitied Zhongliang for being raped and was angry for thousands of years.
With just this sentence, Weiming immediately regarded Mr. Feng as a friend.
"Okay! It turns out that brother is so knowledgeable and extraordinary, I'll give you a bowl..." After Weiming picked up the wine bowl, he was embarrassed to find that Mr. Feng didn't move, so he smiled boldly and said: "I forgot about you.
If I don’t drink without a drinking vessel, I’ll do it myself.”
After Weiming drank all the wine in his hand, he put the bowl down and said to Mr. Feng: "I always thought that you didn't drink with me because you looked down on a warrior like me, but I didn't expect that I was vulgar.
Mr. Feng, you are actually a good person, I misunderstood you."
"Oh." Mr. Feng changed his tone and said, "So Mr. Wei Ming always thinks that I am a bad person?"
Weiming's face suddenly turned red. What's worse, he spilled the beans.
Mr. Feng said with a smile: "Watching people drink is more interesting than drinking yourself. The so-called quality of wine is character. By observing a person's behavior when drinking, can you know what a person's character is like?"
Mr. Feng is really considerate. He exposed his shortcomings. Weiming naturally wanted to continue talking. Weiming asked: "Brother Feng, what do you think of my character?"
Mr. Feng looked Wei Ming up and down again and said, "Master Dongfang's character is naturally excellent."
After finishing speaking, Mr. Feng looked at the sky outside the window and said to Weiming: "Master Dongfang, drink slowly. It's getting late. Please forgive me for leaving first. I'll drink with you at the same table next time."
Weiming nodded his drunken head at Mr. Feng and said, "Then you must remember to bring those drinking utensils, otherwise, you will have to watch me drink again. Hiccup."
Guanwai Baijiu was indeed very strong. Wei Ming drank a jar of wine on an empty stomach, and the alcohol was a little stronger. He originally wanted to get up to say goodbye, but as soon as he stood up, he tripped on the leg of the table and somersaulted towards Feng.
The young master bumped into him.
This was sudden, before Mr. Feng could react, Wei Ming hit him in the face with a headbutt.
Just when Wei Ming bumped into Mr. Feng, Wei Ming unexpectedly twisted his body and stood up again with an extremely weird movement.
"This is the Kung Fu."
A sharp look flashed in Mr. Feng's eyes.
After meeting Weiming today, Mr. Feng knew Weiming's identity. He thought to himself that Dongfang Weiming drank during fights, so maybe the restaurant owner in Luoyang City knew something about him.
So Mr. Feng found a restaurant. After entering, he chatted with the proprietress for a few words, making the proprietress laugh so hard.
Mr. Feng casually asked the landlady if she knew Dongfang Weiming in Xiaoyao Valley, and it turned out that the landlady was very familiar with this person.
Balabala, the landlady has been talking about it since the first time she was poisoned by an unidentified drink.
When he learned that Dongfang Weiming had only been studying under Dongfang Weiming for just one year, Mr. Feng could not hide his surprise.
The devilish training I received since childhood has simply become a big joke.
"Mr. Dongfang, there is no need to send him far away." After saying goodbye to Weiming, Mr. Feng turned around and walked out of the restaurant.