"Do you have any last words for Master and the Sixth and Seventh Junior Brothers?"
"No." Wei Changpan shook his head slowly, hesitated for a moment and said: "When Master and Master Liu died, my nephew was in Yanyu Tower and Wuhang City respectively. In the future, I heard a lot of news from hearsay, and I don't know whether it is true or not, but...Master's The soul has come back and taught me to live well."
After Zhou Gandang pondered for a while, he said: "Then your master must care about you very much... You are just talking nonsense, is there any physical evidence of the Zhang family on you?"
He saw Wei Changpan take out an iron plate from his baggage and hand it over. He looked up and down, and his fingertips gently ran over the somewhat unbearable character "Zhang". It was extremely smooth, and it was obvious that it had been rubbed by others.
"Master's handwriting has not improved at all after so many years. Fortunately, when I and a few fellow apprentices told me that I wanted to be a martial artist who could mount a horse, dance with a gun, dismount a horse, and wield a pen, after practicing for so many years, I still can't even write my own name. So."
Zhou Gandang took off an iron plate of the same style from his waist and threw it over. Wei Changpan was convinced after seeing it, and he clasped his fists and saluted: "Master nephew Wei Changpan, I have met Master Zhou."
Fang Shi, who was sandwiched between the two men, had previously heard the voice of his master, so he did not dare to speak. His back stood stiffly. Seeing Wei Changpan say this, he lowered his voice and asked quietly: "What's wrong with Third Brother Zhang?" Changed your name again?”
Only then did Zhou Gandang, who was filled with thoughts of seeing things and thinking about others, slap him on the back of the head and said angrily: "Who is out and about in the world and always tells others his name? Why don't I meet you, Senior Brother Wei?"
Fang Shi stood up in a hurry and said, "Senior Brother Wei."
Wei Changpan stood up to return the courtesy and sat back on the stool. His stomach couldn't stop making noises. He looked embarrassed and said to Zhou Gandang: "Uncle...Nephew hasn't eaten for more than a day..."
Zhou Gandang slapped his forehead: "I forgot about this. Changpan, you have traveled a long way, so you must be hungry. Why haven't the kitchen brought the food? Lao Ma Tou, Lao Ma Tou! Bring the food quickly, don't Forgot to get another jug of good wine!”
He shouted loudly to the kitchen, and not long after, a fat cook with a smile on his face came out, probably the old horse head Zhou Gandang mentioned, with three large dishes on the wooden plate and a new plate of scrambled eggs with shrimp skin. .
"Master Zhou." When the fat cook saw that it was Zhou Gandang, he quickly put down the wooden plate and saluted: "Why did you think of coming to the disciples' dining room for dinner today? I told you earlier, and the ingredients in Master Zhou's menu have been prepared. It's down, look..."
The fat cook was feeling uneasy, because this week Master Zhou was usually very strict with his disciples, and it was difficult for them to cook. The kitchen chefs in his previous three martial arts schools all deducted money from purchases. Those martial arts disciples were treated with poor food, and Master Zhou happened to catch him. He beat him up without saying a word and then sent him to the Huating County government office. He was the only one who was timid and kept only the little bits and pieces every time. It’s not much, and my skills are decent, so I’ve stayed in the martial arts school until today.
"The Jingui seafood is free of charge. We martial artists don't like this." After hearing this, Zhou Gandang said without thinking, "The wine and meat are served open, and the vegetables and other things are prepared. Just these two plates of cat food are enough for anyone."
The old cook returned to the kitchen to prepare the dishes again. After saying this, Zhou Gandang looked at Fang Shi, who was thinking about whether to resign, and sighed: "I was a good martial artist, but it was a pity that I was ruined by a fool. , but it’s not impossible to make up for it. You don’t have to go to the seaside tomorrow. The master owes your old man a favor. This time he broke the rules and let you in. Even if
Two clears and a meal together."
"Thank you so much, master." After hearing this, Fang Shi left his stool and saluted. The master accepted it calmly, then turned to Wei Changpan and asked seriously:
"I wonder if Master Nephew Wei has ever seen the scenery on the second floor of martial arts today?"
"I'm lucky enough to reach the threshold of the third floor, but the foundation is not yet solid."
Zhou Gandang was picking up the tea on the table and serving it in his mouth. After hearing this, he stopped his movements and asked again: "How many floors?"
"I just stepped across the threshold of the third floor." Wei Changpan repeated it respectfully after hearing this.
"I heard someone named Qian mentioned that you were practicing martial arts for twelve months and climbed the stairs for several months..." Zhou Gandang lowered his head and clapped his fingers and murmured, "It's not surprising that you climbed to the second floor under the guardianship of the old man after two years. It's just that
Another year of climbing three floors with no one to guide me..."
He looked up at Wei Changpan with unbelievable eyes. Could it be that this nephew Wei is a rare genius in this world?
"Ahem, cough, cough." Zhou Gandang coughed three times and said in a deep voice, "Uncle Master can't figure out how to break through the barrier and climb the stairs for a while. Can Master Nephew Wei tell me?"
So Wei Changpan told the whole story about the fight in the black shop on Dashu Cross Slope. When Zhou Gan was convinced that the male owner of the black shop was a consumptive man named Li Qing, he looked at Wei Changpan and his eyes revealed something intriguing: "Did you know
What kind of person is Li Qing? He was one of the top five masters in the underworld in Jiangzhou back then. Although his realm has been ruined, I have never heard of anyone below the fourth floor who can survive in his hands. It’s all thanks to your great fortune.
Qitian, with the help of external force, broke through the last acupoint, and that Ah Wu, do you know what role the man who is now the guard of the young master was in the past? He is the only person in the Gelutai who has received money and failed to do so in the past ten years.
He came to save you after being killed, so my nephew, you have too much dignity."
"It's just that one learns from the experience." Zhou Gandang added, "How many people are as lucky as you? Those who don't have such luck and don't have the elders of the sect by their side, most of them become the fillings of the dumplings in this black shop.
, you can have some snacks in the future.”
"My nephew understands."
When the food and wine were served, there was no local seafood from Huating County. Zhou Gan opened the wine jar and filled the wine bowl in front of Wei Changpan: "This bowl of wine is just for nephew Wei to wash away the dust. Even though he lives in Huating,
Understand, the government notices cannot be posted in front of the martial arts hall."
Wei Changpan became embarrassed when he saw the wine in the bowl that was only smaller than his face and was almost overflowing. In the past, the bowl with almost half a kilogram of spirits could knock him down in just one bowl, but now, although
The martial artist's physique is much stronger than that of the frail boy he used to be, but his ability to drink has not improved, and even a little bit of village wine will stain his face.
"Come on, warriors have to drink from large bowls and eat large pieces of meat." Zhou Gandang raised the bowl of wine in front of him that was about to overflow and drank it all in one gulp. Fang Shi did the same, but his movements were slightly slower.
Seeing that Wei Changpan was still hesitating with the drink in front of him, Zhou Gandang scratched his head and asked suspiciously: "Is it because the drinks in Huating County are not to your liking? No wonder, Xu Niang drank a lot when he was in Qishan. When he first arrived in Huating, he drank a lot of local drinks.
It was boiled with water and soil and spit out in one bite, but it has been stored in the cellar for two or three years, and the taste is not that bad..."
Wei Changpan didn't dare to hesitate any longer, so he had to hold up the wine bowl and pour it down his throat. After drinking a bowl of wine, he felt as if there was a fire burning in his stomach, and soon his cheeks became swollen and red.
.
When Zhou Gan saw Wei Changpan picking up the wine bowl in front of him and drinking it all in one gulp, he became even more fond of this nephew who gave him a lot of face.
Then he personally took the wine jar and filled it for Wei Changpan, and kept saying: "Unexpectedly, Master Wei has a huge amount, come on, come on, have another bowl."
Thinking that he would be done with it after just drinking this bowl, Wei Changpan was heartbroken. He forced a smile and picked up the sea bowl in front of him, which was already a little blurry in his sight, and thought again.
Finished.
Sure enough, after another bowl of wine, he collapsed on the chair like an overcooked noodle. Zhou Gandang held up the empty wine jar with one hand and grabbed Wei Changpan's shoulder with the other and shook him vigorously, seeing that he still had no intention of moving.
, even though he was dissatisfied, he had to find a drinking companion to drink with him. As the only candidate, Fang Shi did his duty and was pulled by his master to drink more and more drinks.
As a result, Fang Shi, who drank much more than Wei Changpan, also got under the table to beg for mercy. No matter how threatened Zhou Gandang was to use the knife to practice for half an hour more or not to use the Shanghai Tang for half a day, it didn't work. In the end, he hugged a table leg and beat him.
Started snoring.
"It's just that the martial arts realm is poor, but the drinking skills are worse than the last." Zhou Gandang, who had no drinking companion, picked up a jar of wine by himself. The jar weighed about five or six kilograms, and three or four kilograms of the wine were wine. He raised his head.
Then he poured it down, and the jar shattered on the ground, making a sound that resounded throughout the martial arts hall.
The night watchman and a few dedicated people in the porter knew the cause of the noise, but they still went straight to the dining room. Sure enough, it was the master who had torn off his gray coarse cloth clothes and was talking nonsense while drinking, and there were two others who were drunk
The ones who were lying down were lying next to them. Seeing the common scene these days, these people looked at each other and smiled, then they all yawned and went back to their respective houses.
The shirtless Zhou Gandang was not afraid of the cold spring. He stepped on a bench with one foot and held a wine bowl in one hand. He kept cursing, most of which were greetings to the eighteenth-generation female ancestor of Gao Xu, the owner of Songfeng Mountain.
Wei Changpan, who was half asleep and half awake, felt sleepy and said casually: "I thought that when I got here, my uncle would take my nephew to Songfeng Mountain to seek revenge..."
"Seeking revenge?" Zhou Gandang's blood-red eyes widened after hearing this, "Seeking, of course I want to seek revenge. I can't wait to take the high traitor's head and make it into a wine bowl after drinking today."
"But what to do with how many people there are in this martial arts hall." His angry voice revealed a sense of exhaustion and helplessness, "These hundreds of people were dragged to Songfeng Mountain, and one life was exchanged for two or three before they died. They died.
They are all people who don’t deserve to die. If the people who deserve to die are not dead, what’s the use?”
"Then who is the one who deserves to die?" Wei Changpan squeezed out these words with the last bit of consciousness in his body, and used his strength to twist his arms to prevent himself from falling asleep. "
"Kill Gao Xu!" Zhou Gandang punched the table, and the four table legs immediately broke, while Fang Shi, who was sleeping on the table legs, was still snoring, "He is the culprit of all this! This is his ambition! This is
He is the murderer who killed Master and Junior Brother! This is the person who deserves to be killed! He deserves to be killed! He deserves to be killed! He deserves to be killed!"
Three blasts of "death" were heard.
Kill Gao Xu, kill Gao Xu...
These were the only words that swirled in Wei Changpan's mind before he completely lost consciousness.