Beiyang City, a city thousands of miles away from the capital, the people are simple and simple, and the people are kind and charitable, but on the surface it seems to be an ordinary city, but if you enter the city, you will find that there are not only ordinary people in this city, but also families who cultivate immortals live here, of course, the demon sect is naturally mixed in, but there is a mutual restraint between the three.

In a tavern outside the city gates, the storyteller was talking impassionedly about the anecdotes that had happened in the rivers and lakes......

"Smack"

There was an alarm, and everyone in the audience instantly fell silent.

"As the saying goes: 'If the mountain is not high, there will be a fairy, and if the water is not deep, there will be a dragon, and then there will be a spirit', and now let's talk about the funny story of the rivers and lakes......"

I saw that the man paused for a while and said in a deep voice: "On Wangwu Mountain, not far from our Beiyang City, such a major event has happened, this thing is terrible, the duel between the two masters in the rivers and lakes started from this mountain, and the battle footprints spread for hundreds of miles..... However......" At this time, Mr. Storyteller did not continue to speak, but looked at the audience with a smile, and everyone in the audience saw that Mr. Storyteller was no longer able to continue, so they were dissatisfied: "Say it quickly, don't always lose our appetite." Then there was a commotion in the audience, and then someone threw money on the stage, and the storyteller said happily when he saw this: "Everyone, don't be impatient, and listen to me slowly." ”

That time the battle can be described as huge, the two masters on the rivers and lakes, one is Zhu Ninglian, the master of the god on the Minshan Mountain, and the other is Hu Jiawan, who sells meat in the capital.

In other words, how could these two characters who couldn't fight with eight poles fight, that Hu Jiawan, a meat seller, could have the capital to fight against the Jindan master?

According to insiders, Hu Jiawan even beat Zhu Ninglian, the master of the gods, and vomited blood, but in the end, for some reason, the two of them put their hands together and ran to the unknown place to drink, Zhu Ninglian also said on the rivers and lakes, if anyone can't get along with the Hu family brothers, they can't get along with him, and why the two people who fought inextricably that day will be the same as their own brothers, which is worth slowly scrutinizing.

But someone still knows the reason for the fight between the two.

It turned out that Zhu Ninglian was walking on the street that day, and someone happened to be arguing on the street, and the two were fighting, and they accidentally bumped into Zhu Ninglian.

Fortunately, no one on this street can recognize his realm, so he arrogantly regards himself as an ordinary person, an ordinary person, who can't hide from normal.

Just as Zhu Ninglian was thinking this, Hu Jiawan, the owner of the pork shop next to him, sneered and said at this time: "Is a Divine Transformation Stage monk so bad this year?"

It's okay not to say this, Zhu Ninglian couldn't hold it on his face, and shouted directly to Hu Jiawan: "Do you dare to fight with me!"

Hu Jiawan was disdainful, until Zhu Ninglian took out the Yuelong Sword as collateral, this Yuelong Sword is the top 50 famous swords in the weapon list!

Seeing this, Hu Jiawan accepted Zhu Ninglian's challenge, and since then, this competition, which was thought to be a small fight, was unexpectedly shocking.

The story is not finished, the storyteller looked at the audience a little confused, and before they could reflect it, he quickly put away the silver tickets they scattered, and when everyone came back to their senses, the storyteller was nowhere to be found, but everyone greeted the storyteller more than eight generations of ancestors, and after a long time the crowd dispersed angrily.

But the storyteller ran to a remote alley and hid, looked around to see that there was no one around, took out the silver ticket he had taken before, counted them, stuffed them into a small compartment of his clothes, and then took out a jug of wine from his bosom.

Mr. Storyteller couldn't help but take out a small wine glass from his arms, carefully put a glass into the wine glass, and then put the wine jug in his arms, smiled and said: "Those people who listen to books patronize and listen, it's a pity that this pot of good plum wine, but when it comes to Mr. Storyteller's mouth, it's not a pity that this pot of wine." ”

As he spoke, the storyteller took a sip of wine, enjoying it incomparably, and after he took a sip, he couldn't help but chant a sentence that sounded not smooth at all: "There are a few drunk people in the world, why is it difficult to get drunk, only to be drunk, if there is no sadness in the world, why should you be drunk and not drunk." ”

"Can you give me a drink, I don't have any money, but if you want to tell a story, I'm still willing to listen to it...... Can you give me a drink after you're done?"

Mr. Storyteller was half frightened to death when he heard this voice, and when he looked back, a young man in a black cloth shirt, about a teenager, with a depressed figure, this is not who Mo Xiaotian is.

It has been three months since the last incident, and it took Mo Xiaotian almost a month to finally get out of the prairie, but the coiling on his body has already been used up, and he has no ability to make money, so he can only secretly pick up leaks all the way, so he walked all the way to the north, and came to this Beiyang City two months later.

Mo Xiaotian, who was worried about the next meal, heard that the restaurant was very lively, so he ran over to take a look with a fluke thought, maybe there was something to eat, but he never wanted to listen to this storyteller telling that story.

In the words of his brother Dou, it's called bullshit!

The storyteller looked at the young man and said with a smile, "Oh?

Mo Xiaotian nodded stunned, he was not interested in the story told by this old man, he was listening to the story while everyone was concentrating, so he secretly ate the food on their table, and he was full after a circle.

At this moment, Mo Xiaotian saw a pot of wine under the storytelling table, Mo Xiaotian saw that those literati and writers often became poetic and happy after drinking, and he also wanted to taste what it was like, maybe after drinking, he could also take ten lines in one step!

So he slowly crawled under the table, and when he was about to take it, he never wanted to be taken away by a sneaky hand, Mo Xiaotian couldn't stand it, seeing that the things in his hand were gone, Mo Xiaotian scolded that person for being shameless!

Seeing Mo Xiaotian nodded, the storyteller asked a little funny: "Then why do you want me to tell you a story if you don't have money, and even more excessively, you want me to give you wine to drink, anyway, you are such a big baby, do you want to drink when your hair grows?"

"Look, you just told a story to the people in the audience, and the people in the audience also gave you money, and you just started telling the story, and the story is finished, and you take the money and leave, but you don't forget to take the pot of wine away, and they don't drink the pot of wine at all, if I want to drink, then I have to listen to you tell a story, of course I don't have money for you, but if you go through the motions, it doesn't hurt to talk about it, should I drink some wine to help you enjoy the story, of course, you can save these cumbersome steps, or you can tell a story, so that I can taste what this wine tastes like！”

Mo Xiaotian shook his head and said that the head was the way, and then scratched his head again, and he was even more sure that what he said was right.

After listening to this, Mr. Storyteller looked at Mo Xiaotian with a dull expression, and after a while he came back to his senses and scolded: "You little brat, you can say so much at a young age, if you don't listen carefully, you will really let you take the ditch to the ditch, and it almost didn't destroy my Jiupin Dao heart." ”

Mo Xiaotian didn't know why, shrugged his shoulders, and grinned, indicating that this was the case.

Mr. Storyteller looked at Mo Xiaotian's harmless smiling face again, and Mr. Storyteller thought: "That's it, just let him taste what this wine tastes like, listen to him, I haven't tasted wine, hehehe, when the time comes, the spicy won't kill you!"

After thinking about it, the storyteller took out the pot of green plum wine from his arms, poured a little into the cup, looked at the wine in the cup distressedly and said to himself: "You have to taste it raw, don't insult my wine!"

"Yes, yes, it's verbose!"

Mo Xiaotian slowly took the glass of wine while talking, sniffed it carefully, and a pungent fragrance instantly entered his nose, and Mo Xiaotian took a small sip!

"Ahem, what the hell!"

Mo Xiaotian almost didn't choke to death, and looked at the wine in his hand very strangely

It turns out that this wine is so difficult to get into the throat, how can those literati and ink writers get into their mouths, seeing that Mo Xiaotian was choked, the storyteller immediately laughed mercilessly!

Mo Xiaotian was not angry and finally burst into a foul mouth: "Stinky old man, what are you laughing at!"

The storyteller was not annoyed, looked at him with a wicked smile, and signaled that there was still half a glass of wine.

Seeing Mr. Storyteller's playful expression, Mo Xiaotian poured it directly, this time choking Mo Xiaotian's face turned red, and he just didn't drink it and spit it out.

Mr. Storyteller looked at the glass of wine on the ground with a distressed face and complained: "Tut-tut, it's a pity that this half cup of green plum wine has been trampled by your doll, it's not worth it......"

Mo Xiaotian slowed down for a while before he said angrily to the storyteller: "Isn't it wine, it's a small meaning to me, I want to be an immortal in the future, how can this waist not be matched with wine, no, you give me another sip." ”

Saying that, Mo Xiaotian directly reached out to grab a pot of wine in Mr. Storyteller's arms, and was so frightened that Mr. Storyteller hurriedly hid the wine a little deeper, and looked at Mo Xiaotian angrily, "How can my pot of good wine be ruined by you, you just said that you want to be an immortal?"

Mo Xiaotian saw that he didn't grab it, so he said angrily: "What's the matter, I know that I want to be an immortal in the future, why don't you give me the wine to practice, otherwise I won't drink in the future." ”

The storyteller laughed even more when he heard it, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

The storyteller was immediately a little stunned, "I haven't heard such words in a long time!"

Then he slowly took out the wine in his arms, gritted his teeth and said: "That's it, anyway, this wine is not a long-term thing, buy it if you don't have it, I'll teach you how to drink wine today!"

After Mo Xiaotian heard this, his eyes lit up, his face was flushed, he looked at the storyteller, and said suspiciously: "Ah? There is still a way to drink this wine, why didn't you say it earlier?"

The storyteller said angrily: "I just want to kill you thorn, what's the matter?

Mo Xiaotian didn't dare to say anything, and he kept listening to how Mr. Storyteller taught him to drink......

So in an unknown alley outside Beiyang City, there were two people drinking wine one by one......