The more you don't want to do anything, the more you will be like that.

Finally, at ten o'clock at noon, Ling Ling and Wu Song arrived at the hotel in Jingyanggang, which was really like what they had read in the novel, only to see a hotel holding a banner in front of the door, with five words written on it: "Three bowls are not Gang". Ling Ling and Wu Song happened to be tired, so they walked straight to the hotel, and as soon as they arrived at the door, the shopkeeper greeted them.

"Yo, guest officer, please, eat or sharpen?"

As soon as Xiao Er's voice fell, he was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then shouted loudly:

"Aren't you the man who killed the big worm on the hill for more than 20 days?"

Suddenly, the few people sitting in the small hotel began to talk about it, Ling Ling was a little embarrassed, he didn't expect that his low-key running would become so high-profile, and then he didn't think about it anymore, and he didn't pay attention to the eyes of other diners from time to time, so he found an empty table and sat down.

"Xiao Er, bring me five catties of cooked meat and three bowls of wine, you will drink it last time"

Wu Song didn't wait for Ling Ling to speak, he asked for wine and meat, and after eating the baked cakes all night, a bird faded out of his mouth, since the last time he drank the bottle fragrance of this hotel, Wu Song fell in love with this taste, and now he has encountered it, he has to have a good drink, it is important to eat and drink enough.

"Okay, guest officer, wait a minute" For this kind of more generous guest, Xiao Er has always been customer first.

"Alas, wait...... Wait, a pound of meat is good, and a bowl of wine is enough."

Ling Ling also wants to eat meat, and he doesn't want to eat baked cakes, but he doesn't have much money on his body, he doesn't have much savings, and he has been frugal all the way, but he can't be squandered like this by the loser brother here, you must know that it is a long way to go to Bianliang, what kind of livelihood to make in the capital, and you can't spend money.

"Brother, you ......" Wu Song was a little unhappy, he didn't approve of going to Kyoto, and he wouldn't be allowed to drink, Wu Song's suspicion of the big brother in front of him was a little deeper, Wu Dalang wouldn't let him drink before.

"We still have to hurry, let's drink less wine, there are so many baked cakes, just order less meat" Ling Ling had to explain, he could see Wu Song's displeasure.

After a while, the wine and meat were all together, a big bowl of beef was full, the fragrance was still quite sufficient, Ling Ling suddenly moved his index finger, threw down the baked cake in his hand, and ate the meat in a big gulp, of course, Wu Song would not be left behind, eating more wolf-swallowing than Ling Ling, a gust of wind swept the clouds, a bowl of meat was gone, Ling Ling still wanted to eat, but he couldn't help it, Wu Song cooed a bowl of fragrant through the bottle, he still didn't feel good, but he was embarrassed to ask for it again.

"Little Er, let's have another night of wine, hurry up"

"Okay" Xiao Er is also Lisuo, and after speaking, he brought a bowl of wine.

"That's all for this bowl, let's hurry after drinking"

Ling Ling still felt a little sorry for Wu Song, after all, Wu Song was a heavy drinker.

Wu Song drank this bowl of wine extremely slowly, taking small sips and sips, for fear that it would be gone, but the bowl of wine was still quickly gone, wiped his mouth and began to pack his luggage and prepare to get up.

"Xiao Er, check out" Ling Ling can't care so much, let's supply Wu Song after the wine.

"Guest officer, a total of fifty wen"

Ling Ling took out his money bag and carefully counted out fifty copper plates, this meal is still quite expensive.

After paying the bill, he was just about to leave with his luggage on his back, when the door of the hotel was suddenly slammed open, and then an unkempt monk wearing a tattered monk's robe came in, walked straight to the table in front of Ling Ling and sat down.

"Xiao Er, give the monk ten catties of meat and five catties of wine, hurry up" The voice was very loud.

Ling Ling's steps about to take suddenly stopped, his attention was attracted by the monk, and he couldn't help but think, "It can't be so coincidental, this monk who doesn't look like a monk shouldn't be Lu Zhishen", Ling Ling stared at Lu Zhishen blankly, forgetting to walk for a while.

"Shorty, what are you doing?"

"What about you, dead dwarf, what are you doing" The monk's voice was still so loud that many people around him looked up.

Ling Ling reacted at this time, "No, it's nothing."

"Let's go" If it is really Lu Zhishen, Ling Ling can't wait to disappear quickly, this is also a restless winner, if this is mixed with Wu Song, then this task is much more difficult, it is the best policy.

"Explain it to me before leaving" Lu Zhishen patted the table and stood up, about to reach out and drag Ling Ling.

"Hmph, you dare to move my brother" Wu Song saw that the monk's hand had reached over, and then immediately grabbed it.

"What's the matter, I want to fight, I'm afraid you won't make it" was blocked, and the monk's temper came up.

"I don't want to fight", "Brother, let's go"

After Wu Song finished speaking, he turned around and protected Ling Ling in front and walked forward.

The monk saw that Wu Song turned around and left, and suddenly couldn't hold back his anger, and grabbed Wu Song's shoulder fiercely, Wu Song turned sideways slightly, and wanted to avoid the monk's grasp, but unfortunately he was caught by the monk with the burden on his body, and suddenly the baked cakes in the burden were scattered on the ground like a heavenly maiden.

Seeing that Ling Ling (Wu Dalang) had fortunately made the baked cakes that were scattered on the ground, Wu Song was also a little angry, frowning, but he really didn't want to fight, so he bent down to pick up the baked cakes.

As soon as Wu Song's hand touched the baked cake and was about to pick it up, a dirty shoe stepped on it, and it was crushed a few times, and the baked cake turned into a pile of debris.

Wu Song raised his head slowly, only to see the monk with his two hands on his chest, bowing his head slightly, looking at Wu Song playfully, with an expression of what can you do to me.

"Dead bald, do you want to die?" Wu Song stood up, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth.

The monk stared at Wu Song and didn't speak, but his expression became more playful.

"Two heroes, you two dissipate the gas, dissipate the gas, our store is a small business, but I can't stand your toss, the line is good, the line is good......" Xiao Er saw that the ** taste between the two people was already full, so he called the shopkeeper, and he didn't dare to persuade him in this meeting.

"Let's go out to fight," Wu Song turned around and walked out the door.

"Hmph, I'm afraid you won't make it"

The monk also went out, as arrogant as he wanted.

Ling Ling knew that this persuasion was useless, and he could only let Wu Song come, but he knew that Wu Song was to defend Wu Dalang, although it was not himself, but his heart was still a little warm.

The diners in the tavern also went out one after another, and the onlookers watched, people are like this, and it is not a big deal to watch the excitement.

"Ah" Wu Song roared angrily and rushed towards the monk, the monk did not show weakness, clenched his fists and rushed up, and immediately Wu Song and the monk tore up, you punch, I palm, you kick, I leg, dozens of rounds, the two sides have fought back and forth, no one can help anyone.

Finally, after almost an hour, Wu Song and the monk began to slow down, and both of them looked a little unsightly, their eyes were swollen, their noses were crooked, and the corners of their mouths were bleeding.

"Don't fight, don't fight, I'm tired and sprinkled home" After speaking, the monk sat on the ground, wiped his sweat, and laughed loudly.

"It's a real pleasure, hahaha......"

"The name of the Sprinkle family is Lu Zhishen, what about you, what is your name?"

"Wu Song" Wu Song didn't sit down, just bent over and panted.

(To be continued)