Zuo Daoke is very interested in Changqing, and he can still behave so calmly in a chaotic environment that can be said, this kind of heart is not something that can be generally had, and he is still a little brother who looks young, which is even more rare, to be honest, even if Zuo Daoke is well-informed, he really sighs from the bottom of his heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info And, and this little brother speaks to his own taste.

The left knife man came over with a pot, sat on the side of Changqing and said, "It's cold, nothing is warmer than a glass of wine, little brother, take a sip?"

Changqing shook his head: "I don't drink." ”

Very few people refused the wine of the left swordsman, and they rushed at him as a person, as well as his knife.

Hearing this, Zuo Daoke did not feel disappointed, on the contrary, he was more interested in him, and secretly praised: He is worthy of his favorite person. Accustomed to flattery, accustomed to hypocrisy, it is rare to meet a person with a true temperament, for this, it is worth a toast.

The left swordsman tapped the table, and the upside-down cup on the table flew up, and he reached out and made a gesture to hold the cup, as if he had known that the cup would fall here. The cup flipped in a circle in the air, fell, and sure enough, it was falling into his hanging hand. This trick is extremely coquettish, and if it is seen by knowledgeable people, it must be applauded and applauded. You must know that this needs to be just right in control of power, not as easy as it seems, simple.

The wrist of the left knife man is very stable, the mouth of the wine bottle is large, and the mouth of the cup is small, but he can pour a drop of wine into the wine glass without wasting a drop, and the technique is very unique at a glance, and he is an "old man" who drinks all year round.

Raise your hand, raise your glass, raise your head, let go, these actions are common actions for drinkers, I don't know how many times I have seen it, but the left knife man is particularly impressive, belonging to the kind that can be remembered at a glance, just because his movements are really atmospheric, and the drink is really uninhibited, just like he is a person.

"Ha" Zuo Daoke couldn't help but exhale a sigh of relief, obviously he was enjoying it, and said: "There are thousands of kinds of wine in the world, whether it is famous or unknown, what can be drunk in the stomach is good wine, what do you say?"

To be honest, Changqing doesn't quite understand the hearts of those who say that the wine is delicious, he has tasted the taste, spicy and choking, and the word good is not related to the word good at all, but many people are completely fascinated when they get it, and I don't know if there is a problem with his taste.

In this regard, Changqing really had no opinion, so he had to give a perfunctory "um".

Zuo Daoke asked: "I see that you are a little handsome, you don't seem to be from this area, where are you from, little brother, and what is your name?"

Changqing said indifferently: "Born on the mountain, grown on the mountain, the name is Changqing." ”

Zuo Daoke asked: "Changqing? It's the first time I've seen it with the surname Chang, it's strange." He added: "Since meeting is fate, I and your little brother are very eye-catching, or you, I, bring your friend and the person with a drooping face who seems to owe him a debt, let's put together a table, how about getting to know each other? ”

The person with a drooping face that Zuo Daoke said was referring to the fast swordsman who was drinking tea alone, and it was estimated that he was the only one who dared to call him so blatantly.

The fast swordsman snorted coldly when he heard this, he didn't like to deal with strangers, he had long been accustomed to being alone, if it was someone else, he would give a little face to the left swordsman, but if it was Changqing who had spoken against him, it would be another matter. In short, he doesn't like Changqing very much. Generally don't like a person very much, he has already pulled out his sword, and he has not made a move until now, and the fast swordsman himself feels very strange, so many people don't know that he is such a tolerant person, it can only be said that Changqing is really lucky.

However, the purpose of his coming was to fulfill the agreement with the Left Swordsman to divide the winner and lose, and other than that, he didn't care about anything else, and there was not even anything worth his interest in.

Since the agreement can't be realized, there is no need to stay, the fast swordsman is not interested, he picked up the sword and got up to leave, but when he saw the knife on the opposite side, he hesitated for a moment, so he stretched out his hand

The left knife man noticed the abnormal movement behind him, and his head did not turn, and his backhand followed the galloping thing, it was his knife, borrowing strength, pressing down on the trend, and heard a crisp sound, the knife was obediently buckled on the table by him, and said: "Just treat old friends like this?"

The fast swordsman said: "Your knife is just for you." As he spoke, he walked out the door, seemingly not wanting to say hello again.

"This man. Zuo Daoke shook his head, although he already knew his character very well, he couldn't help but complain a little.

Changqing didn't care, and he didn't take it to heart, what is important to him about a stranger's going and staying, he should be a passerby, and in the long river of life, there are thousands of people who pass by at home.

So he drank tea silently without raising his head.

"You also use a sword?"

I didn't hear the sound of the door opening as I thought, but I suddenly heard the voice of the fast swordsman and remembered it.

The fast swordsman's eyes were scorching, and there were very few things that could make him show his fiery eyes, and the sword was the same. He was about to leave, but by chance he saw something beside Changqing, although it was tightly wrapped, but with his keen intuition, he still knew that it was a sword. There are some things that can't be hidden, such as the edge.

Every sword has its own edge, there is no good or bad edge, only strong and weak, the better a sword, the more exposed its edge, and similarly, the worse a sword, the less imperceptible its edge is.

In terms of swords, the fast swordsman can be said to be proficient, and he is not just fast with swords.

He could feel the slight tremor of his sword-gripping hand, it was the soft roar of his sword, and it was only like this in two situations, one in excitement and one in danger.

Of course, this situation will not be exciting, it will be dangerous.

The fast swordsman knew that Changqing's sword must be a good sword, because its sword was threatened and had begun to shake off. It is said that to a certain realm, people who use swords will have a mysterious sense with the sword, and they can feel each other's thoughts, probably the fast swordsman will feel it, and feel the strength of sympathy but no one will fall behind.

So he couldn't help but raise his voice, and for a while his voice was extremely round, and said, "Show your sword." ”

There was a strong wind, and the tables and chairs that were close to the surroundings were blown apart, just freeing up a small open space, and the fast swordsman stood in the center, his clothes were automatic, his long hair was flying, and he couldn't say that his momentum was like a rainbow.

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