After deciding on the course of the mass line, Rogan and the other three went into action, uniting several of the main shops in the shopping street.

Liu Buwen first visited the nearest "Yuelongmen Bimo" to Wanshiwu, and when he heard the name of a place like an educational institution.

As soon as you enter, you can see a square table, all kinds of brushes neatly arranged on the pen stand, inkstones are also arranged according to the size of the type, and the bookshelf displays classics, such as laws, ancient books, and so on. The shopkeeper's scholar in a white robe and a lupine scarf are just like Zhou Gongjin guiding the country back then, and he is talented. In front of him hung five brushes of different sizes, like a pen array, daunting.

"May I ask if your Excellency is the shopkeeper?"

The shopkeeper was not happy to accept the title, so he shook his head, shook his fan, and sighed.

"Don't call me the shopkeeper, this kind of cheesy market can't pass this door, it's too unsophisticated."

Only then did Liu Buwen realize that the word "Longmen" was engraved on the floor under his feet, and white characters were drawn on the stone brick floor, which was very obvious.

"I beg your pardon for daring to ask what to call Your Excellency?"

"Ya name Wubi, call me Mr. Wubi."

Five strokes? Liu Buwen had never heard of such a strange name, and the literati and writers paid attention to imagery when they gave themselves nicknames.

Liu Buwen: "This small world is really interesting, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, presumably literati and scholars will happily go there." ”

Mr. Wubi: "This is the East Market, even the princes and nobles will often come to visit, and with such a premise, it will attract more people to be vassals and elegant." ”

Liu Buwen: "Just selling so much pen and ink, Chang'an City is such a prosperous place, how many candidates will come to catch the exam all year round, and they must make a lot of money, right?" ”

Mr. Wubi disagreed, and his expression was slightly proud. But realizing his cold identity, he pretended to be deep in an instant.

Mr. Wubi: "Maybe you don't know it, there is a saying that it is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish. ”

Liu Buwen looked back at the rice paper and classics around him, and suddenly realized.

"Could it be that Mr. Wubi is still a private school?"

"Do it temporarily, like what you need during the time of the exam, and sell some pen, ink, paper and inkstone most of the rest of the time, which is enough for your own life."

Yanshan found Yun Niang who was the sword fairy wine, and happened to meet the other party who was busy, Yun Niang called Yanshan to come over to help.

Yun Niang: "Yanshan, it just so happens that we regularly hold the Wine Fairy Competition, so you can come too." ”

Yanshan agreed without much thought. The restaurant was crowded with people, roughly more than 50 people in the house, and more than 70 people outside, which was very lively.

The rules of the Wine Immortal Competition are not complicated, and those who are interested in participating can sign up, and one person will drink Sword Immortal Wine. This sword immortal wine is divided into three levels of difficulty, namely the bronze sword, the fish intestine sword, and the cadre Mo Ye. The alcohol content of the three types is naturally different, and the further you go, the more treasures you will treasure for many years. After drinking sixteen bowls of bronze sword, he began to advance, and then drank eight bowls of fish intestine sword to continue to advance, and in the end, as long as he drank four bowls of dry general Mo Ye first, he could win.

Yanshan felt that Yun Niang was simply a businessman, because the winner would be free of charge, and the other drinkers would share the wine money equally. It sounds like the probability of winning is not high, but many people are flocking to it, or thanks to Yun Niang's hunger marketing method, under normal circumstances, the fish intestine sword can only be supplied on special festivals, as for the cadre Mo Ye? Of course, it is only available in the Wine Fairy Competition, and many drinkers from all over the world want to have a drink, even if it is expensive, they can enjoy life.

The sword immortal wine was placed on the table, and a drinker drank eight bowls, and happily dropped the bowl and shouted loudly.

"Lao Tzu can still drink 800 bowls! Let me come again! ”

Yanshan immediately served another bowl of bronze sword wine, but he didn't expect the man who was shouting just now to fall down directly, and he couldn't afford to get drunk.

"I was still boasting about my eight hundred bowls just now, and I had to pay for the wine when I turned my head." Yanshan complained coldly.

The drinkers on the side were very dissatisfied and yelled at Yanshan: "You can do it, you can go too!" No, don't shout. ”

This made Yanshan very dissatisfied, seeing that this drinker had only drunk the fourth bowl, and he had to exhale after drinking a bowl, like a goldfish.

Yanshan: "Who said no? I'll drink it to you right away! ”

Yanshan picked up the bronze sword wine, drank it all, the taste of the bronze sword wine is turbidity, there are green dots floating on the face, the wine is mild and heavy, and there is an aftertaste in the throat, like a gardenia, and he wiped his mouth boldly.

Yun Niang looked at it, secretly covered her mouth and smiled, the drinkers on the side had already drunk the eleventh bowl, and they took the lead.

Drinker: "But if you drink a bowl, every woman can drink it, what kind of skill are you a big man?" ”

Yanshan looked back at Yun Niang, the other party was full of spring breeze, and asked Yanshan to let go and give it a try, which made him overjoyed.

The shouts of the people in the store attracted more people to watch, bowl after bowl, and the remaining six drinkers continued to fight.

The fastest one drank the seventh bowl of the fish intestine sword wine, and his body was shaky, and the slowest also drank the first bowl of the fish intestine sword, but he was already lying on the table, dizzy.

Yanshan drank the second bowl of fish intestine sword, the first bowl didn't feel anything, and the second bowl realized why it was named and what fish intestine sword was. The fish intestine sword itself is the sword of the assassin, which has changed the pattern of a great country, and such a wine is naturally full of strength, and a sword seals the throat. When I first drank the first bowl, I didn't feel anything, I just felt that the aroma was full, and the second bowl already felt hot and spicy in my throat, and it tasted like a choking nose.

Drinker: "I just said that I want to compare, I have the seventh bowl, and you are only the second bowl hahaha!" ”

The drinker kept taunting Yanshan, making him anxious and even drank two bowls, and the wine was spilled on his body, as if he had taken a bath.

Drinker: "The words are ahead, and the old spiller is not a good man." ”

When Yanshan drank the sixth bowl, two more people next to him fell down, unable to sleep, and one had already vomited on the ground, Yun Niang patiently cleaned the ground, trying not to affect the performance of others.

Seeing Yun Niang, Yanshan encouraged himself not to lose, not to lose face in front of women, and to continue to drink, the previous bowl was like Zhuan Zhu slapping himself, and this bowl could be regarded as Zhuan Zhu stabbing his stomach. Yanshan didn't want to give up, he hadn't drunk it yet, and if he didn't drink, he would have lost all his efforts.

The difference between the first place and himself is two bowls, the second place is one bowl away from himself, and there should be no competitiveness if he is half-dead.

Yun Niang took down the cadre Mo Ye from the platform, opened the altar and instantly a strong fragrance came to her nose, like a woman feminine, and as pure as a man, and everyone who sang without tasting a drop of wine was drunk.

The first-place drinker looked fearless, and drank a bowl of Ganjiang Mo Ye happily, and before he could finish his stomach, his legs fell to his knees as soon as he was weak, his eyes were white, and his face was red.

"This wine is so fierce! How can there be such a spirit? ”

People were amazed at the cadre Mo Xie, and the second-place drinker and Yanshan glanced at each other, and the eyes of both of them couldn't hide the fear in their hearts. Read the latest chapter of "Drama Tour Shengtang Claw Book House" for free for the first time.