The blood of the perfect world spreads all over the sky

Chapter 236 My swordsmanship is really good

A man in his thirties appeared in front of Baili Dongjun. He was dressed in rich brocade clothes. He was tall and had a kind face. However, his left eyebrow was white, which was a bit strange.

The man looked at Baili Dongjun and was slightly startled. Then he suddenly realized, smiled, and asked tentatively: "The waiter?"

Baili Dongjun's face suddenly turned cold. This was of course not the first time he heard this sentence, but he was very unhappy every time he heard it.

His tone was not so kind, and he corrected: "I am the boss." He always tried to look warm and welcoming, but he was actually the little bully of Qiandong City.

The white-browed man looked at the little boss in front of him who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, nodded, and said with a smile: "The little boss looks young, and his business is quite big."

Baili Dongjun is dressed in a green shirt and has a handsome face. He does look like a young man studying, but there is an aura in his gestures and a touch of arrogance in his eyes, a bit like a man doing big business.

Baili Dongjun shook his head, dissatisfied with others' comments about his wine shop. He opened this wine shop to promote his wine, not to make money.

“Whether the business is big or not depends not on the size of the restaurant’s appearance, but on whether the wine tastes good!”

“Come in for a drink and it doesn’t taste good—then go home and change your tongue.”

In the past, he might have needed others to taste the wine and give comments. Now, his wine has undergone some improvements and tastes better. Among them, Tusu wine has been improved to be poured by the glass.

Not to mention the distillation, making spirits is easy, but the bamboo pipe is not good, which gives the spirits a bamboo flavor. He wants to find an opportunity to replace it with pottery or porcelain.

"Bold!" one of the guards shouted angrily.

The man with white eyebrows waved his hand to stop the guards, then turned to the attendants and said, "We are already at the door of the wine shop anyway. I'll invite everyone in for a drink."

Hearing this, the coachman and the eight attendants all dismounted and stepped into the wine shop. They had traveled a long way, and it rained again yesterday. At this time, the soft armor was covered with mud. Now they all stepped into the wine shop, and the mud on their boots was covered with mud. All left on the smooth floor.

Baili Dongjun frowned. The white-browed man noticed this detail, smiled and said: "Little boss, I'll pay double the price of the drink."

Turning to look at the menu on the wall.

Sangluo, Xinfeng, Cornus officinalis, Songfen, Chang'an, Tusu, Yuanzheng, Osmanthus fragrans, Dukang, Songhua, Shravaka, Prajna, a total of twelve cups of wine, each cup has twenty taels.

It's wrong to call it a recipe, because it only has the name of the wine, not the name of the dish.

Baili Dongjun wanted Shi Lei to be a cook, but Shi Lei refused.

One of the attendants sneered, knocked on the table with his sword scabbard, and said solemnly: "Do you know how much the best wine in the world sells for?"

"A cup of eighteen taels. My wine is only ten times better than his. I sell it for twenty taels, which is considered cheap. If it weren't for the sake of reputation, you wouldn't be able to drink twenty taels." Baili Dongjun He looked arrogant, but his tone was reasonable.

He plans to increase the price of wine. The wine will taste better and the price will naturally become more expensive. Otherwise, it would be inappropriate to ask for all 10,000 taels of gold from his family.

The attendant was stunned. He didn't expect that the little boss in front of him would dare to utter such arrogant words. Selling twenty taels per cup was not expensive enough. He was about to curse a few words, but was stopped by the white-browed man.

The white-browed man's expression remained normal. He nodded and said, "Then I'll take one each, and the little boss will go to the bar."

After he finished speaking, he took out a banknote directly from his pocket and placed it on the table. The denomination was very clear: five hundred taels of silver.

"Wait a moment." Baili Dongjun turned around and walked towards the kitchen without accepting the bill.

The attendant who just spoke came close to the white-browed man's ear and whispered to the white-browed man: "There is only one boss in this wine shop, and there are no cooks or waiters."

"There are still two people, one should be a customer and the other may be a guard." The white-browed man glanced slightly and looked at the far corner of the shop.

There was a person lying there. It was still early in the morning, but he was already drunk and unconscious. The person was wearing white clothes. The clothes were too white and clean, and the materials were not top-notch, but there was a silver-white spear leaning on the edge of the table.

Turning his head to look in the other direction, there was a young man standing quietly there, tall and straight, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and extremely handsome. He was holding a long sword and looking at it steadily, motionless.

The most eye-catching thing is his short hair, which is neat and tidy, a bit like an outsider.

I don't know if his gaze made the young man feel it. The young man raised his head and glanced at everyone, then lowered his head and ignored them.

The attendant looked at Shi Lei, frowned slightly, and turned to look at the white-browed man.

The white-browed man tapped the table with his fingertips and asked in a deep voice: "What kind of person can open a shop on Longshou Street?"

The attendant frowned slightly and looked in Shi Lei's direction with his side view. He held the hilt of the sword with his left hand, ready to draw the sword to hurt anyone at any time.

After a while, Baili Dongjun came back with a tray and placed twelve bottles of wine on the table one after another. Each wine bottle had an exquisite wine name on it.

The man with white eyebrows distributed the wine to everyone and pointed to the stool beside him: "Boss, there are eleven of us, one cup for each person. After drinking, there is still one cup left. How about sitting down and drinking together? Have fun?"

Baili Dongjun hesitated for a moment, then sat down and said, "Then I won't refuse."

The white-browed man glanced around and pushed the Chang'an wine in front of Baili Dongjun.

Baili Dongjun looked at the name of the wine and said with regret: "Chang'an wine has a long-lasting taste and is best drunk when it's dark and cold. It's early in the morning and it's a pity that the guests won't drink it."

The white-browed man smiled, took back Chang'an, and pushed the osmanthus over. Baili Dongjun still looked regretful: "The osmanthus wine is fragrant and sweet, but even if you are in a good mood, you have traveled all the way here, and you still walked on the dirt road. You must be in a restless mood, so a drink would be just right.”

The white-browed man shook his head slightly, his fake smile became more sincere, and praised: "The boss is really a wine lover. Did the boss brew these twelve bottles of wine himself?"

Baili Dongjun looked at the twelve glasses of wine and liked each one very much. He finally took the sweet-scented osmanthus wine and poured himself a glass. He said proudly: "When I was seven years old, I drank for the first time in my life, and I have been drinking since then. I am obsessed with winemaking. From the age of nine to now, I have learned winemaking from eight masters. Now I have been winemaking for eight years, and my friends have taught me new winemaking techniques. My wine is not perfect, but it is better than ordinary wines. , and looking at the world, my wine is definitely the strongest.”

The white-browed man nodded. When he talked about wine, the intensity in the boss's eyes was clearly visible. He seemed to be a really good drinker.

The white-browed man poured himself a glass of Chang'an wine, took a sip and tasted it carefully.

Just one bite.

A warmth rose from the Dantian and filled the whole body, feeling that all the irritability in the whole person was swept away.

He traveled for hundreds of miles with the purpose of killing people. The string in his heart became tighter and tighter. He couldn't calm down along the way. But now, because of a bowl of wine, his tense heart string relaxed.

The white-browed man opened his eyes, took a long breath, and praised: "Good wine, you should be rewarded."

When the attendants heard the words, they were curious and took a sip from the wine glass. Each of them had different expressions, whether they were happy or homesick... In the end, they all turned into two words: "Good wine."

After tasting the wine, the white-browed man remembered his mission and asked the little boss, "Is the little boss from Sangluo City?"

Baili Dongjun shook his head and responded: "No, it just happened to be that this shop was empty, and my family saw that I was not too young, so they asked me to run it."

"How can a restaurant on Longshou Street still be vacant? The owner's family is very rich." The white-browed man said meaningfully.

Baili Dongjun didn't answer immediately. He raised his wine glass and drank all the wine in his glass.

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, he drinks alcohol quite boldly, like an alcoholic.

"Good wine, really good wine." He closed his eyes, looking like he was intoxicated, and slyly avoided looking back.

The white-browed man smiled slightly and took a sip of wine. He did not continue to ask, but changed the question: "What's the name of the little boss?"

Baili Dongjun said quickly: "My name is Bai Dongjun."

When you go out and encounter strangers with malicious intentions, you need to be on guard.

The white-browed man responded lightly: "It's a good name. If you have any trouble opening a store here, you can come to me. I can speak in Sangluo City."

Baili Dongjun slammed the table and said angrily: "Then you are really a distinguished guest!

I'm speechless. My land deed is absolutely true, and it's a serious business for me to open a wine shop here.

It has only been open for a few days, but someone came to make trouble in the store and asked me to close it. If it were you, would you be angry? "

"Then what? I'm afraid you can't handle it alone, or are you, little boss, actually a hidden martial arts master?" the white-browed man asked pretending to be casual.

Every question he asked seemed random, but it was full of exploration. I'm not the only one in my wine shop.

Baili Dongjun is not stupid, how could he not hear the deeper meaning? He looked at the middle-aged man with white eyebrows in front of him and said calmly: ""

The drunk man in white clothes in the corner suddenly shivered, as if he was awakened by the cold wind, burped, stretched, rubbed his eyes, scratched his head, raised his head, looked around, and then He stood up unsteadily, reached for the long gun leaning against the table, and paused hard on the ground.

He said sharply: "Who else is going to make trouble?"

Several attendants immediately pulled out the long swords at their waists, several pointed at the swordsman in white, and two others stared at the dazed swordsman.

The white-browed man narrowed his eyes and looked at the gunman carefully. He saw that the gunman was pale and his hair was unusually messy. It was casually hanging back and tied up with a rope. He was dressed like a typical wanderer.

Looking closely at the gunman's face, he should be about the same age as the little boss. He is a teenager, but the power of the shot he just shot was so powerful that he is probably not weak in skills.

The man with white eyebrows turned his eyes and looked in another direction, at the young man with a handsome face and short hair.

At this time, the young man also raised his head and looked at them quietly.

The face of the short-haired boy is calm, neither sad nor happy. Although he has a young face, he gives people a calm look that will not change even if the mountain collapses in front of him.

A gunman, a swordsman, and a drinker are all good-looking young men. These three people are not simple!

"Are you cursing me? Those who come to my store are troublemakers?"

I saw that the little boss had walked up to the gunman and slapped him hard on the head. He seemed to be still angry and kicked him again.

"I've been waiting for thirteen days, and finally... there's a table of real distinguished guests? Are you going to chase them away? You lose money!"

The gunman was patted by the little boss, and he seemed to be more conscious. He burped again. When he saw the table full of wine, his eyes lit up and he stepped over: "Since you are a distinguished guest, why don't you share a glass with me?" Hurry up."

The gunman was very fast. He had already jumped to the table in one step and was about to pick up the nearest glass of wine. The attendant who was closest retracted his sword and was about to stab it out when he saw a figure rushing from the other side. He came out and stopped in front of the attendant. The figure stretched out a hand and held the gunman's hand tightly.

The gunman raised his head, met the white eyebrows, and was suddenly startled.

The white-browed man smiled kindly: "I have to take this wine back. If my little brother wants to drink it, I still have some money left in my five hundred taels of silver notes. I will use that money to buy wine and give it to my little brother."

The gunman looked at the white-browed man quietly for a while, then suddenly shook his head, withdrew his hand, rubbed his head gently, walked back to the corner, buried his head in his arms, and continued to sleep soundly.

Baili Dongjun was a little angry and cursed: "I really should go to the temple to pay homage. I have been very unlucky since I came to Chaisang City, especially when I met you, a loser!"

After scolding him, he was still angry and kicked the gunman, but the gunman tilted his body slightly and cleverly avoided it.

The white-browed man still smiled kindly and didn't seem to mind. He turned to the attendants and ordered: "Drink them all and let's go."

"Yes." The attendants retracted their swords and turned to leave.

One of the attendants walked the slowest, as if he was still savoring the wine. The other attendant gave him a gentle push and urged: "Xue Zheng, why are you in such a daze? Let's go."

The attendant named Xuezheng shook his head and sighed: "It's really good wine." He turned to Baili Dongjun and grinned, and then he also stood up and walked out of the wine shop.

The white-browed man took the remaining wine on the table and followed him out.

"If your distinguished guest has free time, please come here often." Baili Dongjun shouted enthusiastically. It was rare to meet a guest who knew how to drink, so he couldn't help but recruit him.

But the white-browed man who walked out of the wine shop suddenly changed his face, as if he was a different person. Not only did he not reply, he didn't even turn his head and walked straight to the carriage.

The driver took the first step and opened his umbrella to protect the white-browed man and the wine.

The white-browed man put the wine into the car.

"There is another person in the carriage." Sikong Changfeng raised his head and whispered to Baili Dongjun.

Baili Dongjun nodded: "He didn't even drink a sip of the wine he took away, I can tell."

"I saw it as soon as they arrived. We martial arts practitioners can sense Qi. The Qi in this carriage is wrong. Brother Shi should have also noticed it." Sikong Changfengke said.

Baili Dongjun curled his lips: "You will bully me for not being good at martial arts?"

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In the carriage, the white-browed man took out a white jade wine glass, poured a glass carefully, handed it to the person in the carriage, and said: "The boss is not from Chaisang, he is a winemaker. He is not old, at most seventeen years old. It is said that he was sent to run the idle shop at home, and he is not a special person. I tried it, but my martial arts is very low. "

"But just now, I heard other sounds." The person in the carriage spoke slowly, the voice was light and gentle, and it came from a young woman.

"It should be one of his bodyguards. His martial arts skills are good, but he's not too strong. At least there are a few people on this street who are better than him." The white-browed man explained.

"How come a foreigner has a shop on Longshou Street? What's his name?" the woman asked, still confused.

"He said his name was Bai Dongjun."

"Bai Dongjun? I've never heard of this name. Your surname is Bai? The Bai family in Lingnan is close to a thousand miles away from the Southwest Road. He probably won't come to this muddy water, so he can only be considered unlucky." The woman said as she spoke He raised his glass and took a sip. His eyes lit up and he praised, "Good wine."

Then he sighed: "What a pity for a top winemaker..."

"It is indeed a good wine, so I guess he doesn't know about our plan, because to be able to make such a good wine, his thoughts must be on wine making. This wine is pure, strong, and exquisitely clear. It is not a wine making with a single mind. Master, it can't be brewed." The white-browed man analyzed.

The woman put down the jade cup. There was a clear red lip mark on the jade cup. She looked at the name of the wine on the jug, "Sangluo".

"Sang Luo, Sang Luo, Chai Sang Luo, what a good name!" The woman sighed with a smile.

Soon after, the carriage stopped.

The coachman opened the curtain and said loudly: "Miss, Gu Mansion has arrived."

In Donggui Winery, after a wave of distinguished guests left, the winery became deserted again. Baili Dongjun sat down on the steps in front of the door and sighed: "Do you think we encountered a special festival in Sangluo City?" ?

On this special holiday, people are not allowed to go out to buy things, but the sellers still have to come out to set up stalls, and the vendors are still beaming, as if nothing special has happened? "

Sikong Changfeng and Baili Dongjun sat on the steps together, scratching their heads for a while, and said speechlessly: "How can there be such a strange festival? Do you think the people in Sangluo City have lost their minds?"

"Then how do you explain this strange phenomenon?" Baili Dongjun pointed to the opposite door.

The butcher selling meat across the door raised his knife and dropped it, bang, bang, bang, as if there were endless bones and meat to chop.

Next to the butcher is an old lady, who is not very fast but extremely smooth. She has embroidered flowers on her cloth shoes, and the birds on the shoes are so vivid that they seem to be about to fly into the sky at the next moment.

Sikong Changfeng looked at the person opposite him carefully, turned around and replied impatiently: "Maybe it's because of your bad luck!"

"Yes, yes, my life is not good." Baili Dongjun said angrily, "It's not my life that makes me end up basking in the sun with a wanderer like you who doesn't take a bath!"

Baili Dongjun's mind flashed back to the scene when he met Sikong Changfeng, a horse, a pot of wine, a white dress, a spring breeze, and he was drunk until he stopped.

A wanderer who has made his home all over the world, wandering around, his hair is always untied, his clothes are never changed, and this bath... naturally he doesn't wash much.

That day, the gunman was walking staggeringly on the street holding a gun. A yellow wine gourd hung on the end of the gun. It was light and the wine inside had been drunk.

Baili Dongjun did not dislike the gunman's downfall. When he saw the wine gourd on the gun's head, he knew it was a drinker like him, so he invited the gunman named Sikong Changfeng to come in for a drink. Thanks to this invitation Although Sikong Changfeng was poor and poor, his marksmanship was excellent. Those who came to cause trouble were all shot away by Sikong Changfeng.

Since then, Sikong Changfeng has lived here and can drink for free every day. He only needs to protect the peace of Donggui Wine Shop.

"It's a good thing we are in Chaisang City. If I were in Qiandong City, those rogue gangsters, let's see how I handle them!" Baili Dongjun became angry when he thought of those gangsters.

Sikong Changfeng snorted coldly and said: "They will not go to your Qiandong City. This is someone else's Chaisang City after all."

Baili Dongjun heard this and said angrily: "Calculate the days, from the day you came to today, how much wine have you drunk, how much money should you give me?"

Sikong Changfeng slapped the table and snorted coldly: "If it weren't for me, your wine shop would have been in such trouble. How could this wine shop still be open?

What's wrong with you drinking a little wine! I asked what happened? I don’t drink, why don’t I just let it go? By the way, what’s for lunch? "

The topic changed rapidly, but Baili Dongjun picked up the conversation tacitly and shouted inside: "I'm rich today. Boss, I'll treat you. I'll buy whatever ingredients Brother Shi needs!"

Sikong Changfeng glared at Baili Dongjun, calling him a loser and calling Shi Lei a brother Shi. He was really looking at people through cracks in the door. He had seen him all over and waited for him...

Shi Lei, who was testing his sword skills in the wine shop, replied casually after hearing this: "Buy meat, buy more, you can eat it no matter how much meat you have."

After hearing this, Baili Dongjun stood up from the steps, walked into the wine shop, took out a few taels of silver from the counter, and walked to the butcher shop opposite. Under the butcher's somewhat fierce gaze, he gritted his teeth and said: "Boss, come on. Ten pounds of meat, no bones.”

I have been losing money before and I didn't dare to indulge like this. Today I finally made money, so I naturally want to enjoy it.

The butcher's fierce expression disappeared, and he was a little stunned, and then his eyes turned strange when he looked at Dongjun, as if he was looking at an idiot.

Baili Dongjun weighed the five taels of silver in his hand and said a little guiltily: "This money...should be enough, right?"

The butcher looked away and said solemnly: "Put it down."

One tael of silver is equivalent to one thousand taels of silver, and a big fat pig is equivalent to 1,500 taels of silver. Five taels of silver is enough.

Baili Dongjun quickly put the silver on the table. The butcher picked up a fan of pork, swung the machete and cut it in half. Bang, half of the fan of pork fell off. He swung the knife again, and the machete cut into the ribs inside. With a final swing of the knife, the ribs were separated.

With a sound of "Bang.", the skeleton was thrown aside, and half of the pork was clearly separated from the bones.

"Boss is awesome." Baili Dongjun clapped his hands in admiration while reaching out to grab the half fan of pork.

"Wait!" the butcher shouted, stopping Baili Dongjun.

Seeing the butcher lift the butcher's knife, Baili Dongjun shrank his hands in fright.

I saw the butcher picking up the bone and gently cutting it with the butcher's knife. The butcher's knife slid on the big bone at an invisible speed. As the butcher's knife slid past, pieces of meat that were originally attached to the bones were peeled off. Come down.

At that moment, Baili Dongjun had an illusion. As the butcher knife slid, white bones appeared on the bones.

After just a few breaths, the butcher wrapped the meat in large oil paper and handed it to him.

The butcher saw the surprised look in Baili Dongjun's eyes and said with a bit of pride: "Take it."

Baili Dongjun took the oil paper bag with both hands, turned around and ran away. Holding half a fan of pork that weighed unknown, he ran back to his restaurant and whispered to Sikong Changfeng: "The butcher opposite has a very good way of chopping meat. Sharp."

Sikong Changfeng sat on the steps with a lazy expression and casually asked, "What's wrong?"

Baili Dongjun recounted what he had just seen, and finally sighed: "Chaisang City is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. Any butcher has such skills. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. A butcher must have killed at least a thousand pigs to have this skill."

"Bah!" Sikong Changfeng looked at Baili Dongjun with disdain and said coldly: "I have killed thousands of people and this is not bad! How can the skills blossomed on the bones be achieved by an ordinary butcher? What's more, Besides, look at the meat he gave us.”

Sikong Changfeng opened the wrapping paper and unfolded the entire fan of meat.

"What happened to the meat?" Baili Dongjun was a little confused.

Sikong Changfeng explained: "I say that you, the young master of a noble family, really have no common sense in life.

The meat can be used to make sauce, while the bones are generally used to stew soup.

Ordinary stores will also shave the meat off for you, but the bones will carry a little meat and sell them to others to make soup.

If all the meat on the bones is picked clean, the stewed soup will not have any flavor at all. If there is no meat on the bones, it will definitely not be sold.

What butcher would do such a stupid thing?

Finally, trimming the meat is indeed a craft, but it is done with a special knife. Which butcher would use a cleaver to trim the meat? "

Baili Dongjun was stunned for a moment, and then said depressedly: "It turns out it's kung fu, so it's meaningless."

He looked disappointed, as if a skill was connected with martial arts, and it was no longer interesting to him.

Sikong Changfeng slapped Baili Dongjun and said angrily: "Don't you understand what I mean?"

Baili Dongjun rubbed his head with some dissatisfaction, frowned and asked, "Huh? What do you mean?"

"It means we..." Sikong Changfeng leaned into Baili Dongjun's ear and whispered: "We have entered the wolf's den!"

"Wolf's den? What wolf's den?" Baili Dongjun asked confused: "You mean this whole street..."

"Since there is something wrong with this butcher, then there is an explanation for why this whole street has been so strange recently. That is, the people who still stay on this street are all people who know martial arts." Sikong Changfeng said with an ugly expression on his face. : "I have been involved in the world for so many years, and I still have this sense of smell."

"How many days have they been here before you noticed?" Baili Dongjun said speechlessly.

Sikong Changfeng touched his nose and said, "Shi Lei's wine is too high. I've been feeling groggy these past few days."

Baili Dongjun rolled his eyes at this unreliable gunman and sneered: "Well, now that you are awake, you might as well take a sniff. Why is that?"

"It should be related to the Gu Mansion. The direction your distinguished guests just went to is the Gu Mansion." Sikong Changfeng said.

"Pah!" Baili Dongjun patted Sikong Changfeng's thigh and suddenly realized, "They are going to steal the Gu family's money!"

"Can you pat your own legs?" Sikong Changfeng rubbed his thighs, held his forehead, and explained helplessly: "The power of the Gu family is powerful in the entire Southwest Dao, and both black and white people respect the Gu family. , you, a noble young man, only see money."

"What's that for?" Baili Dongjun had just left Qiandong City and knew almost nothing about the world.

"For people." Sikong Changfeng looked at the high-rise compound at the end of the long street and continued: "Have you ever heard a poem?"

"What poem?" Baili Dongjun was a little curious.

"The elegance is unpredictable, the elegance is elegant, the ink is bright and the words are arrogant. Liu Yue is the most ugly ink, but the prime minister is talented and unknown." Sikong Changfeng read slowly.

Baili Dongjun thought about it for a moment, shook his head, and commented: "If it doesn't rhyme, it's not a good poem."

Sikong Changfeng explained: "This poem is a comment on the Young Master List issued by Baixiaotang. The important thing is not the rhyme, but the appropriateness.

This poem is about the eight peerless young talents of the Beili Kingdom, the rich and famous Young Master, the elegant and refined Young Master Qingge, the ever-talking Young Master Zhuo Mo, the arrogant and dissolute Young Master Lingyun, and the peerless-looking Young Master Liu Yue. , the ordinary-looking Young Master Mo Chen, the astonishingly talented Young Master Qingxiang, and the temporarily vacant unknown Young Master. "

Baili Dongjun thought about it carefully and suddenly asked: "Do you want to be that unknown young man?"

He didn't have any thoughts about those young masters, but was more concerned about Sikong Changfeng.

Sikong Changfeng closed his eyes, as if he was about to get drunk in an instant, shook his head and said: "I am not a young master. A young master should be personable and worthy of elegance. I just want to be a vagabond, riding a white horse. Drink wine, then ride your horse and whip your whip, travel around the world, and get drunk on the spring breeze."

"Don't interrupt me, I'm talking about a young man in this poem." Sikong Changfeng opened his eyes and said.

"Who?" Baili Dongjun asked curiously.

"Lingyun Master Gu Jianmen was arrogant and dissolute. He was once a little bully in Tianqi City. He was much more majestic than you, the little bully of Qiandong City. After that, he returned to Chaisang City by order of my elder brother, and now he is in that house. ." Sikong Changfeng pointed his gun at the mansion at the end.

"I only know that the Gu family is very rich, but I didn't expect that there is such a person? Mr. Ling Yun, Tianqi bully, good, good, let's go, invite him to drink!" Baili Dongjun suddenly became interested, stood up and went over.

"I want to meet him, but I'm not inviting him to drink. I'm going to get some information. I want to know why this street is like this." Sikong Changfeng suddenly said quietly.

He also got up and followed him. There must be interesting stories about the world.

Baili Dongjun had just left the house when he suddenly remembered to give it a try. He stuck his head at the door and asked, "Brother Shi, are you interested in visiting Young Master Ling Yun Gu Jianmen together?"

Shi Lei turned around and looked at Baili Dongjun. He didn't remember Master Lingyun, but he remembered Gu Jianmen clearly.

"I advise you not to go there. Gu Jianli, the head of the Gu family, is dead. Now Gu Jianmen has no time to care about you. It will be in vain for you to go."

Baili Dongjun shook his head and said, "Then we can go and express our condolences, right?"

Shi Lei turned around, looked at the sword in his hand, and said: "The Gu family is not having a big funeral, there will be a happy event in a few days..."

"Forget it, let me tell you the truth! The Gu family is the leader of the black and white circles in the Southwest Dao. Now that the head of the family is dead, in order to compete for the top spot in the Southwest Dao, there will be disputes. The Gu family is now a big whirlpool. Whoever gets close will fall in."

"Dongjun, that's fine with you. I'm worried about where Changfeng died."

As the young master of Zhenxihou, Baili Dongjun must have secret guards hidden around him, who will protect Sikong Changfeng at critical moments; and Sikong Changfeng is now a disabled person. Under his conditioning, it is good not to use force, but he can use force at any time. May die.

Baili Dongjun was a little confused. He looked at Sikong Changfeng, then at Shi Lei, and said doubtfully: "Don't worry, let's be careful. I can escape without any martial arts skills, and it's even more okay for me to pay for it."

"Changfeng..." Shi Lei was mid-sentence. When he saw Sikong Changfeng shaking his head slightly, he stopped talking and changed the subject: "The main reason is that the Gu Mansion is now closed to thank guests, and you can't get in. Wait. On the wedding day, let’s go watch the fun again.”

In fact, the right thing to do was to take Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng out of the wine shop and out of this street. It was just that he needed someone to guide Lei Fa, and that person would show up tonight, so he didn't take them away.

Baili Dongjun suddenly realized, patted his head and said: "That's right, since there is no big funeral, I just don't want outsiders to go. It's really difficult for us to get there now."

Shi Lei looked at the meat on the table and said with a smile: "Okay, the meat is ready, I'll make something delicious for you."

Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng's eyes lit up. Shi Lei's delicious food was more attractive than Gu Jianmen's. They worked together to carry the meat into the logistics, watched Shi Lei cook, smelled the aroma, and secretly cooked it.

Although he knew he couldn't learn it, it was a pleasure to watch Shi Lei cook.

After a moment, he remembered the sound of stomping and stomping the chopping board, and the ghost of Shi Lei's chopping hands appeared.

Baili Dongjun praised: "Brother Shi is a good swordsman and a loser. Isn't it martial arts this time?"

Sikong Changfeng looked at it quietly for a while and remained silent. When he was about to finish cutting, he spoke: "It is true that no internal force was used, but there was knife skill involved."

"The biggest difference between humans and animals is that they can use tools. There are hunting tools and farming tools. But later, hunting tools became killing tools and were called weapons. In terms of whether they can kill people, the knife in my hand is also a weapon. kind of."

"As for the knife technique for cutting vegetables, it is actually a relatively labor-saving way of exerting force. You can understand it as how to cut the fastest vegetables with appropriate strength and speed."

Baili Dongjun was puzzled by what he heard and concluded based on his own understanding: "So you know how to use a sword, then what are you doing with a sword?"

"I don't see you practicing with the sword, just sitting there with the sword in a daze."

Shi Lei kept busy, preparing the side dishes and heating the oil in the pot.

At the same time, he explained: "I have already mastered a set of sword skills. I don't need to practice any more. I use the sword to understand how to drive the power of heaven and earth..." Seeing that the two of them were a little confused, Shi Lei further explained: "I am After understanding the way of swordsmanship, I want to become a swordsman."

He changed it to a more understandable term.

In Gexing, martial arts means training the body, developing internal power, and then using the internal power to activate the power of heaven and earth. He also wants to master such skills.

As for Ge Xing's swordsmanship, saying it is swordsmanship is actually just scratching the surface at most, with a hint of Tao. Calling it Tao is just bragging.

Sikong Changfeng rolled his eyes at Shi Lei: "You're just bragging, you don't usually practice swordsmanship, how can you understand the way of swordsmanship?"

"Everyone has their own way of understanding... Forget it, let's not talk about it. Anyway, you just need to know that my swordsmanship is very powerful. Dongjun will help me bring the raw meat over."

"Okay." Baili Dongjun brought a plate of meat to Shi Lei.

"for you."

Shi Lei took it and poured it in.

"Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss."

As the sound of cooking rang out, the aroma of food began to fill the air.

……

As night fell, in the lobby of the wine shop, the three of them exchanged glasses and drank wine.

While talking about some interesting stories about each other, Xiaobai on the side wanted to drink, but was stopped by the three of them at the same time, so he could only drink juice by himself.

"Hahaha... I didn't expect Dongjun that you did such interesting things when you were a child."

The three of them laughed at the same time.

However, after a while, Shi Lei, who was raising a glass to drink, stopped what he was doing.

"Now that you're here, come out! Don't hide your head and show your tail."

Shi Lei shouted coldly and pulled out his long sword at the same time, while Sikong Changfeng also grabbed the long spear.

As soon as they finished speaking, several people heard four footsteps.

"Oh, it's you."

Baili Dongjun saw the person coming clearly, and his whole body relaxed instantly. Although he couldn't remember the appearance of the person coming, he still recognized the person in Ruan Jia. He was the attendant of the white-browed man during the day.

He started and walked forward: "We happen to be tasting new wine, you guys should come and have a drink too."

"Clang." There was a sound of drawing a sword.

The attendant standing at the front suddenly pulled out the dagger from his waist and swung it at Baili Dongjun who was approaching him.

Baili Dongjun was stunned and suddenly took a step back, but it was already too late. The dagger was about to hit his throat.

"Dang." Shi Lei used his sword to separate him, and threw Baili Dongjun back with a pull.

At the same time, Sikong Changfeng had stabbed out his spear and headed straight for the attendant's facade.

'Dang' the attendant blocked with his sword in a hurry.

After a few steps, the attendant who took action returned to the team. The hand holding the sword kept shaking. He looked forward bitterly: "What a fast sword, what a powerful gun."

Another attendant named Yue Zheng confronted Shi Lei and Sikong Changfeng with a dagger, and asked in a low voice: "Kui Zheng, how are you?"

Kui Zheng changed the sword to his left hand, shook it vigorously with his right hand, and said: "It's not a serious problem, but the idea is a bit tricky. We need to be more careful."

Then he faced Sikong Changfeng with his sword and said in a deep voice: "With your martial arts, it is impossible for unknown people to report their names."

"What a coincidence, I am really a nobody. I have never seen my parents since I was a child. I grew up eating food from hundreds of families. I slept in a temple and lived in a temple. I never had a surname, and no one gave me a real name. When I came out to travel in the world, I Give yourself the surname Sikong. You come in vain and go in vain. I wish you could turn into Changfeng and never come back." Sikong Changfeng slammed his gun and said loudly: "That's why my name is Sikong Changfeng."

"My name is Shi Lei, and I use the Five Thunder Sword Technique. Well, that's it." Shi Lei's introduction was very brief, as if he didn't want people to remember it.

But the four attendants on the opposite side all remembered it.

"Hey, you are really a nobody." Kui Zheng ignored Sikong Changfeng's long and heroic introduction, and did not ask Shi Lei for a more detailed introduction. He just sneered and said: "You two could have become famous in the world. , but now that you have met us, you can only regret that you came to the wrong place."

"attack."

The four of them worked together, two of them attacked Sikong Changfeng, and two of them attacked Shi Lei.

Sikong Changfeng kicked up the spear, took the first move, swung it in a semicircle and then smashed it down, forcing the two attendants to retreat.

The spear was swung wildly, and the two attendants had no time to draw their swords. The heroic words before immediately became a joke. Sikong Changfeng was proud but also a little confused.

Today he and the white-browed man tested each other. The white-browed man's martial arts skills were not inferior to his. The other party should have estimated his own strength. How could he send such an incompetent attendant?

Could it be that the white-browed man ignored Shi Lei? Ha, as expected, this wine shop still has to look at him!

While they were enjoying themselves, the two attendants suddenly jumped up, dodged to both sides, put their right hands on the hilts of their swords, and came towards Sikong Changfeng Pofeng.

Sikong Changfeng was startled, and just as he was about to return his gun, the two crisp sounds of "Cah" almost coincided, and a sword shadow drew towards Sikong Changfeng.

"Drawing swordsmanship?"

Sikong Changfeng swung the spear back with an almost impossible speed, and the breeze in the entire wine shop seemed to gather at the tip of the spear.

"Broken." Sikong Changfeng shouted.

The guns were fired back, and the three of them stopped at the same time, leaving only two sword hilts in the hands of the two attendants.

"Boohoo..." A strange voice sounded, and white lightning illuminated the entire wine shop. For a moment, the wine shop went dark.

Everyone present was shocked and turned to look.

Sikong Changfeng also looked over, a little speechless. Just now he gathered the breeze from the entire wine shop and broke through the sword-drawing skills of the two men in one fell swoop.

It's good now that the limelight has been stolen by Shi Lei.

Shi Lei pointed his long sword at the ground, the breeze blew by, and his robes moved with the wind. His graceful demeanor reflected who he was now.

"I told you that my swordsmanship is really good. I just made a few moves and they couldn't deal with it." Then he turned to the door and said: "The little Karami who was testing is dead. The real master behind it should have come out!"

After a slight pause, Ping raised the sword in his hand and said loudly: "Or do you think your sneak attack is effective?"

'Whoosh whoosh...' Shi Lei responded with bursts of sound piercing the air.

Shi Lei blocked with his long sword, blocking the hidden weapons that came through the air one by one.

Sikong Changfeng stood next to Shi Lei with a solemn gaze.

Two figures slowly stepped into the wine shop, an old woman and a butcher.

(End of this chapter)