Twenty-one Since ancient times, the waves pushed forward
He is not a heavy drinker, but he is quite addicted to alcohol. This is the right word for Mr. Qian to describe him. In the town, he used to drink until he was 70 to 80% drunk every day, but when he got outside the town, he was just as drunk as he was today. Could it be that he was so drunk?
Everyone in the world is a drunkard and a drunkard. Wei Changpan, who has tasted the taste of wine once, is puzzled. Not to mention the bitterness in his throat, if he is drunk, he will make mistakes. When he wakes up, he will be top-heavy as if his head has been hit by a big stick.
It hurts after swinging it.
Second Master Qian spent a lot of time this night. He talked a lot of nonsense in his vague dreams, and his beard was stained with dirty foam. Wei Changpan hurriedly went to get hot water and wipe it clean with a handkerchief, and it stayed like this until the middle of the night.
It finally calmed down. Wei Changpan, who had been worried about something going wrong with his master, felt relieved and yawned before going back to his bed to sleep.
After all, Mr. Qian had the physique of a four-story martial artist. When he woke up the next day, he was full of energy and there was no sign of a hangover. The master found that he felt refreshed. He guessed that the apprentice had worked hard last night. After watching
Wei Changpan looked at Wei Changpan with thick circles under his eyes. He felt a little regretful and was embarrassed to say anything, so he just patted the young man on the shoulder.
After leaving the inn, he went to Fuxianju to bring back the chestnut horse. Only then did Wei Changpan realize that it was just the horse that Mr. Qian got when he traveled around the world. During those years of living together, it even got the name of "yellow wine".
, I can’t remember the specific reason. I probably picked up the name casually one day when the wine worm was in my belly. I guess it became popular later and I called it it now. Huangjiu, who was still a little pony back then, somehow fell into the hands of a group of green-skinned people.
In his hand, he was sharpening the knife to bleed out and eat the meat. By chance, Second Master Qian was passing by. He was walking in the world and was worried about not having a mount to support his appearance. When Second Master Qian found out the reason, it turned out that it was a mare running around in a nearby racecourse.
The colts born outside were three months old and one head shorter than the colts born around the same time. They ran much slower and the owner of the racecourse had no choice but to find them. Half of them were sold and half given to the nearby group of green-skinned teethers.
This group of green men saw that Mr. Qian wanted to buy the colt, so they looked at each other and directly offered twenty-five taels of silver. This was because Mr. Qian was wary of carrying a weapon, otherwise there would be no point in asking for a price.
You have to double it online.
At that time, Mr. Qian only had a little over twenty taels of silver in his pocket, and he managed to grind it down to eighteen taels. That guy Qingpi said that no matter how little it was, they might as well eat horse meat.
The second master Qian had no choice but to take out the money. Qingpi whistled as he got the money. He was so happy that he had killed such a fool today. With more than a dozen taels of silver, going to a restaurant was no better than working here all day and only being able to eat a few bites.
Is horse meat comfortable and satisfying?
Although the little pony boy has weak legs, he is still a humane person. He was originally tied to the side and watched the few
The green-skinned knife-sharpener burst into tears. When he saw Mr. Qian saving his life from those green-skinned men, Mr. Qian rubbed his neck non-stop as soon as Mr. Qian came around. Did Mr. Qian go there when he was leading the horse?
Licking your mouth with your hands.
Originally, Mr. Qian only had to worry about his own mouth, but now he added a horse's mouth with a huge appetite. The little money he had could only feed the horse for a few days and occasionally add a meal of oats to improve the food.
Just like this, I had to be hungry and full. Fortunately, when the rice wine couldn't fill my stomach, I would sneak out to look for wild food. Unexpectedly, after a few months, I was actually taller than other foals, and my leg strength also improved a lot.
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It became a very good looking horse, a good helper for Mr. Qian to strike up conversations with the female knights, and also attracted the jealous looks of many knights.
Many times, if Mr. Qian got into trouble and ran away without rice wine, he might have burped more than three or five times. Later, even when he was in trouble again, as long as the second Mr. Qian ate something, he would also have a sip of rice wine.
Later, Mr. Qian returned to Qingshan Town with his relatives, and the horse naturally retired to live in the world. Every day, Mr. Qian’s family fed him well and served him well, making him fat and strong. He was like the old man who worked hard in the fields every day.
The buffaloes that had to be skinned for meat and the mules that were whipped if they pulled the millstone too slowly were compared to the heavens and the earth. When they were exhausted, they were just let Mr. Qian ride them around the county.
Huangjiu is now nearly sixty years old in terms of people. Mr. Qian is very considerate of this old man and has not ridden in the county town. Wei Changpan leads the horse rope behind and he walks in front.
Walking to lead the way.
Although Qishan County is rich, it is just a county town in the final analysis. A wall is only three hundred feet long, and the area is not large. Master Qian Erye’s residence is easy to find. It is right next to the Qishan County Yamen. It occupies two acres of land.
The largest house in the county. As the leader of martial arts in the county, the old man was not surprised to have such a status. He was just surprised that the old man's house was much bigger than in previous years. Could it be that it was
How many more wealthy apprentices did you recruit?
The concierge saw two people walking towards here at once, and recognized that Mr. Qian was the old master's former apprentice, so he brought a young man who didn't know what he was doing to find the master. There was a young man who was the concierge for Mr. Qian.
The man with twenty years of gray hair smiled and said to the young man who liked to be lazy when practicing boxing:
"You still know how to come back. You haven't come to see your master more often in the past few years. He has accepted a few more apprentices in the past two years. I guess you can hear a lot of voices when you go in now, senior brother."
"How many years have you been working as a concierge? I don't know how to find a comfortable place to live. It's not a problem to look after the master's door all day long." Mr. Qian
He turned to Wei Changpan and said, "My name is Uncle Chen. I had a close relationship with your master back then. He has a strong temper and is willing to stay in this concierge and refuses to move."
When Wei Changpan said, "Bo Chen is respectful," the concierge chuckled and agreed, turning to Mr. Qian and saying, "Is this your apprentice? Eleven or twelve? At this age, he is already a first-level martial artist? Now this world is...
The waves behind push the waves ahead, and I’m getting more and more confused.”
Mr. Qian couldn't hide his pride, "That's right, I don't care who his apprentice is."
The concierge didn't ask any more questions, and opened the door to let Master Qian, his apprentice, and his horse in. After entering the door, there was a spacious ground. There were more than a dozen men, the youngest with a runny nose and the oldest in his late thirties, practicing boxing.
There was actually a girl with braids mixed in among them. Although she was a year or two younger than Wei Changpan, her punches already had some "meaning".
Probably because strangers rarely came to visit, the nearly thirty-year-old man noticed someone coming in. When he raised his eyes and looked at the person, his face showed joy.
"Everyone, please stop, Brother Six is back." The man was obviously the leader. As soon as he opened his mouth, the remaining ten or so people all stopped their movements. The girl with braids looked curiously at this man with a beard.
Senior brother's visitor, and the young man leading the horse beside him.
The thirty-year-old man came in shortly after Mr. Qian entered the school. He is one of the few disciples who has always stayed with the master. The first six brothers who have reached the fourth level of martial arts have traveled around the world and opened schools to recruit disciples.
He opened the school to recruit disciples, but due to his limited qualifications, he has not been able to break through the bottleneck of the third floor of martial arts, so he has remained in the school.
Mr. Qian Cai and Mr. Qian looked around.
Some old items remain unchanged.
It's not bad to come back to my master after more than ten years and still see people I know.