When two old mengzi, a master martial artist from the sixth floor of the Zhang Family Gun and the owner of the Yanyu Tower, a first-class sect in Jiangzhou, got together, you can imagine the scene of them drinking and drinking.
Wei Changpan put his master's arm on his shoulders, carrying the heavy weight of the drunken second master Qian on his shoulders, and walked towards the guest room on the island with difficulty. Fortunately, he had done this job once in Qishan County, so he was quite familiar with it now. .
On the island in the center of the lake, in addition to the main building with the plaque "Misty Rain Tower" hanging on it, there are rows of flying pavilions and flowing red roofs, green tiles and double eaves, but the twenty-acre island is actually built with houses that Wei Changpan has never seen before.
At the banquet, except for Mr. Qian and Yu Cheng, no one from the Yanyu Tower was drinking with them. Wei Changpan and Yu Wenzhao also attended the banquet after washing up. They watched the two fist pumping and shouting, drinking three times and enjoying the five flavors. , and began to call each other brother and brother with loud tongues, "Brother Qian is a refreshing person, and he drinks this wine very happily", "Why are you playing with those vain polite words, Brother Yu, let me go."
The food and drinks were all gone, the cups and plates were in a mess, and the two of them agreed to fight again the next day. I went back to the guest room on the island.
After closing the door, Mr. Qian, who originally seemed to be unconscious, moved his arm, startling Wei Changpan who was about to let him lie down.
He opened his eyes and motioned to Wei Changpan to bring the basin on the shelf. As soon as the latter put it down, Mr. Qian put his finger straight into the depths of his throat. Needless to say, he naturally vomited into a mess.
The people downstairs in Yanyu who were waiting outside the guest room heard the commotion in the house, knocked on the door and asked if they would like to serve someone inside to wash and clean them and get some hot water.
Wei Changpan did this kind of job in the brothel, and he was embarrassed to let these boys of similar age take his place. Just as he was about to refuse, Mr. Qian quietly tugged at the hem of his clothes.
After the boys brought the hangover soup and cleaned up the traces in the house and went out, Wei Changpan rushed to the door again and looked through the crack of the door. Seeing that those people had gone away, he returned to the couch next to Mr. Qian. , whispered in the ear:
"Master, those people are all gone."
Mr. Qian, who was snoring loudly on the couch, started to move after a moment. He easily stood up from the couch and jumped out of the window without making any sound. After looking around, he jumped in again and stopped drinking. The entire jar of old wine was vomited all over the floor, looking drowsy.
"It's a pity that jar of wine." Mr. Qian said with great regret, "You can't drink it in the town."
Mr. Qian jumped in from the window and sighed. He staggered again before taking two steps, and then yelled in a low voice:
"I don't know how the floor of the Yanyu Building was repaired. Why is it so uneven? I didn't spend some money to fool around with it. I almost fell over." After that, he staggered towards the bed. , he almost fell down three or five times on the way, but Wei Changpan was able to hold him back.
"It can't be compared to the past." Mr. Qian threw himself on the couch and muffled the words in his bed. Then he began to snore, then stopped suddenly.
"I almost forgot about the business." He stood up like a carp and faced Wei Changpan. He barely opened his eyelids and said to the latter, "When you were drinking just now, you didn't hear the many words between the master and the owner of the Yanyu Building. Master, now Let me tell you something."
The method of gathering sound into a line was widely circulated in Dayao's Jianghu, and it was extremely effective when talking about things that were difficult to publicize. The only disadvantage was that it was difficult to practice. If you didn't have the foundation of the fourth level of martial arts, it would be impossible to achieve it.
"Then Mr. Yu made it clear that if the Zhang Family Guns are willing to help, and the old man helps drag down a six-story martial artist from Songfeng Mountain, then Songfeng Mountain will be where the Zhang Family Gun Mountain Gate will be in the future, and other things will be taken care of. Afterwards, Songfeng Mountain will be
A stepping stone for Zhangjiaqun to flourish in the future."
Seeing Wei Changpan's hesitation, Mr. Qian snorted again: "How can there be such a cheap deal? It's easy to talk about dragging down a six-story warrior. Our old man is getting older now.
If something unexpected happens, how can I have the face to see people underground? No, what the hell?"
"The owner of Yanyu Tower has a good plan. What can we do if we really destroy Songfeng Mountain and turn our backs on each other? Is it possible that he really wants to hold on to the dozens of people in our sect?
People come to our door to seek death? The old man made it clear before he left, if everyone in Songfeng Mountain and Yanyu Tower wants to use me as a spearman, we will be happy to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. Anyway, there is no way to kill people.
It might affect Qishan, which is a big place, let alone the town."
"There are no three generations of friends in the world. The friendships established by the grandparents have long since been wiped out by the grandchildren."
After listening to Mr. Qian's rambling words, Wei Changpan scratched his hair that was itchy from the lake water, "Master, then it's impossible for us and Yanyulou to be friends?",
"Idiot, can a "friend" explain the secrets in the world?" Mr. Qian raised his eyebrows and looked at Wei Changpan, "Whether Yanyulou can be tied to the same boat as us, in the end it still depends on you.
Boy."
"Me?" Wei Changpan pointed to his nose with a look of shock and confusion on his face.
"Didn't your kid just rescue the daughter of the owner of Yanyu Building during the day? Her name is Wen, what is Wen?"
"Yu Wenzhao."
"Look." Mr. Qian clapped his hands, "You boy can learn boxing better than a girl who can't remember her name. Are you interested in me?"
Wei Changpan was a little unconvinced: "I obviously just said that before going to the island..."
"Hey, you remember this exactly, and you still say you don't like this girl?"
The young man was speechless and blushed to his ears.
"It's true that Mr. Yu said that he wanted to marry his daughter to our old man." Mr. Qian looked at Wei Changpan's suddenly pale face, and his laughter narrowed, "I'm just the eldest sister of Ms. Yu Wenzhao. She hasn't left the cabinet yet. You
Don’t be anxious, kid.”
Wei Changpan's face turned from white to red.
"Your master has known about your thoughts a long time ago. How can you escape the eyes of a father?" Mr. Qian said, "The host of Renyu also values you Wei Changpan very much and intends to betroth this little daughter to you.
, as my master, I just want to ask you, do you like this girl?"
"Wei Changpan." Wei Changpan, whose mind was in a mess, heard Master Qian suddenly shouting harshly, "If you have any intention, the Zhang family gun and Yanyu Tower will be like a grasshopper on the same rope from now on, and it is very powerful.
Even Master can’t bear it.”
Mr. Qian grabbed Wei Changpan's shoulders, smelling of alcohol, but his eyes were clear, "Master, the only thing I want to ask is this, do you, Wei Changpan, like Miss Yu Wenzhao and Yu?"
At this moment, Wei Changpan had a thousand things to say in his heart. Master, I just met him once. How can I say whether he likes it or not...Master, am I too early to marry a wife at this age...I am just a talented martial artist.
The little boy who didn't take long...
You must have liked it. His voice was so low that it was inaudible, but the young man was filled with joy after he said it.