CHAPTER XXXII

There are many people in the world who love to joke, but there is only one person who loves to joke and has martial arts to such an extent - Zhan Ruichong. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Chen Guo has a narrow land and good public order, and there are few injustices, and naturally there are few people who are not in peace. Fewer people means quiet, but also less competition. Where can the martial arts that lack competition be?

It's just that who knew that this barren wild meadow actually gave birth to the seeds of towering trees.

The seed named Zhan Ruichong grew up absorbing Chen Guo's nutrients, and of course he would treat Chen Guoren more preferentially. What's more, Zhan Ruichong's empty door is in Chen Guo, if he dares to hurt Chen Baichuan, Chen Baili at home will let him know what the miserable scene is.

Knowing that this person is detailed, Chen Baichuan is not afraid of him, but the necessary respect still has to be given. Do not offend a powerful man, even if you are not afraid of him now. People, there will always be a time when the tiger falls in Pingyang.

"Chen Baichuan has seen Zhan's seniors."

"Hee-hee, don't be polite." Zhan Ruichong unabashedly probed Chen Baichuan, and his eyes actually stayed on his chest, "This chest wrap is quite tight, it looks like there is nothing on the chest." ”

Insult? Or insult him as a woman?

It's a man who can't bear it!

Chen Baichuan's face turned dark, and he put the wine washing sword in front of him. Wait for his rainstorm pear-like swordsmanship to be displayed, forgive him Zhan Ruichong is no matter how powerful he is, he will ......

Forget it, you can't be too self-deceived. Chen Baichuan felt that he had used a set of swordsmanship, and the pervert who ranked second in the martial arts opposite him must have been unscathed. A gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late!

Ten years from now, if this humiliating old thing dies, he's lucky. If he hadn't died, hmph, Chen Baichuan would have waited for another ten years.

Old man Zhan never got up from the ground, and when he saw Chen Baichuan drawing his knife and facing each other, he didn't react much, as if he was waiting for Chen Baichuan to cut over.

Chen Baichuan decided to ask the adults to spare a lot of old man Zhan, but old man Zhan had a slut expression on his face. If he hadn't been able to beat him, Chen Baichuan would definitely have vented all his moves on him.

"Senior Zhan, if there is nothing to do, it is better to set up a banquet and drink each other in the future." You go, you go, get out of my sight. "No, no, no. Tonight is a beautiful night, just in time for a moon view and a drink. The old man is cheeky and asks Chen Gongzi for some water and wine, Chen Gongzi won't refuse, right? "If you don't leave, you won't leave, I'm thick-skinned, what can you do with me?

"Oops, I drank all the wine in the house last night, and now I'm afraid there is no wine for the moon at home."

"Chen Gongzi, is this an invitation for me to admire the moon? Hey, you're welcome. If you don't have wine, you can replace it with tea, Chen Gongzi must not blame himself in his heart. The old man is not a picky person, and he will not care about such trivial things as the Chen Mansion is accompanied by only tea. ”

When encountering someone who can't be beaten and can't be said, silence is the best way to deal with him. Chen Baichuan ignored the old man Zhan who was still nagging on the side, and called Lao Lu and instructed: "Go and get a few jars of Moutai." ”

After a few years, I'm still a kid, and I can't do anything. Chen Baichuan was engaged in production at home, and Moutai was a masterpiece at that time. In fact, it is to distill the low-alcohol liquor made by the common people from grain into a high number, which has no technical content. At present, only a few relatives and friends who have drunk Moutai know, otherwise they would have been admired by a group of Jianghu reckless or military generals and soldiers who love to drink.

"Didn't you just say you didn't have any alcohol?"

Seeing that Chen Baichuan's face was about to turn black into ink, Old Man Zhan finally knew how to restrain himself and stopped talking.

Beep――――――

On the willow tops of the moon, there are a few side dishes on the ground, and two figures.

Zhan Ruichong refused to sit at the table, and Chen Baichuan, who sacrificed his life to accompany the gentleman, naturally followed. The two sat on the floor, bowls in their hands.

Wouldn't it be nice to burn your throat with strong wine!

Or compared to elegantly holding up the celadon wine glass under the moonlight, Chen Baichuan wanted to drink with a wine bowl more aggressively.

In the previous life, I couldn't drink Moutai, and in this life, I can drink the "Moutai" brewed by myself with the first madman in martial arts, which is also a proud thing.

"Hurry! Hurry! Chen Baichuan patted his chest and laughed after a drink.

Is this wine really that good?

I saw with my own eyes that after a pure young man drank that wine, he evolved into a big man who picked his feet. Zhan Ruichong carefully picked up the wine bowl, fragrant.

Chen Baichuan looked at his cautious appearance and said seriously: "This wine Moutai is as violent as fire. If you are not a good man, you can't stand it, and your predecessors are old, so I think it's still ......"

Sixteen or seventeen teenagers can take a sip of wine, and Zhan Ruichong can't afford it?

Old man Zhan was provoked to be violent, picked up the wine jar and poured it into his mouth. No old man is old. Besides, he Zhan Rui rushed away from the south to the north, what kind of wine has he not drunk? Could it be that what Moutai can still be stronger than all the wine in the world?

Old man Zhan felt that he was on fire. The flame burned from the tip of the tongue to the larynx, and then burned the whole body along the larynx. The burning sensation engulfed him together.

"Hurry! Hurry! ”

Obviously he couldn't bear it anymore, but he still gritted his teeth and said a word to save face.

Chen Baichuan looked at Old Man Zhan's painful and uncertain expression, and laughed happily. He picked up another jar of wine and shook it in front of Old Man Zhan defiantly.

Zhan Ruichong's reputation is indeed well-known in the rivers and lakes, and he is also worthy of his name to be called the second in martial arts. It's just that I'm used to drinking low-alcohol wine on weekdays, and suddenly the cow drinks the fiery Moutai, and my body can't stand it for a while.

He used his internal force to protect his stomach and intestines, and then forced the wine out of his body. The white mist floated above his head slowly, and his face returned from ruddy to pale white.

As soon as the ugliness was lifted, Zhan Rui rushed past the wine jar in Chen Baichuan's hand and took a small sip gently.

It's not as spicy as the ones just now, but the aroma is the same.

"Chen Gongzi, the wine we drink seems to be different." Old man Zhan saw through everything and asked questions with squinted eyes.

After "this ......" avenged the insult just now, Chen Baichuan began to think about how to fool the wine.

"Chen Gongzi has nothing to say?"

"This ...... Good wine is given to heroes, Baichuan is still young, and he is not qualified to drink the wine that heroes should drink. An empty gun can stir up the world and change color. Only a hero like Zhan Senior can be worthy of this ......"

Old man Zhan didn't hear his explanation, and he scolded:

"Shaft! People are careful and small-eyed! It's just a few insults to you, and you actually hurt the old man like this. It's really inhumane and miserable! ”

Chen Baichuan looked at his eyes calmly, and there was pity for the mentally handicapped between his eyebrows. He sighed deeply and said, "If my predecessors say it's my fault, that's my fault." It's just that the predecessors, the rivers and lakes are dangerous, Baichuan thinks that you should live in seclusion in the mountains and forests and withdraw from the complex world. Your memory is really not as good as before, Baichuan just clearly advised you not to drink, and now all the blame is on me. Hey, you're ......."

What he said doesn't seem to be wrong? Zhan Ruichong thought.