Chapter 11, The Mustache

After he drank like this, everyone woke up like a dream, came back to their senses, and looked at Lu Zhan's eyes all changed, contempt, disdain, and contempt were gone, replaced by shock, surprise, and respect—they never dreamed that a person dressed like a beggar could play the piano so well, and it really felt like the sun was coming out of the west, which was too unexpected.

"What's the name of this piece?" The brocade-clothed boy who had never spoken for a long time, a bit like Zhu Bajie, looked at Lu Zhan and asked curiously.

""Laughing Proud of the Troubled Times." Lu Zhan replied casually, without saying the real name of the song, and then looked up at the mustache that slowly walked down from the second floor, looked from a low place to a high place, and found that he had very white skin and no Adam's apple under his chin, while the woman in the blue dress stared at him tightly, with a complicated look in her eyes: envy, surprise, and emotion......

Lu Zhan couldn't help but think: What are you doing looking at me like this? You don't like me because you like the tunes I play.

"Laughing at the troubled times? Yes, as the name suggests, it gives people a majestic and uninhibited feeling of being smiling at the wind and clouds. I don't know why it suddenly stopped? We're all interested in hearing it. Pig glanced at the mustache as he spoke—he didn't seem to think so much of the woman named Shishi beside him.

"yes, why don't you play it? If you hook our interests, you have to make us happy, otherwise...... We'll be upset. Ma Gongzi said with his hands on his chest and glaring.

"Forgive me, everyone, it's not that I don't want to play, but I don't have the energy to play again because I don't want to fulfill my wish in the past." Lu Zhan decided to lie.

"What wish? Let's hear it. The mustache reached out and touched the face of the woman in the blue dress, left her, and walked over to look at Lu Zhan with great interest.

The old bustard on the side hurriedly walked to the woman in the blue dress and asked about the situation.

Listening to his soft and thin voice, Lu Zhan wanted to ask him if he was disguised as a man, but he didn't ask, but said with a sad face: "Before I went down the mountain, the master asked me to make a wish: every time I play the piano in the future, I will do a good deed until I have done a hundred good deeds." Now that I am playing, I think that I am penniless, and eating is a problem, how can I have the ability to do good deeds? Alas......"

"Hehe, you are talking about so much, don't you just want money? Okay, as long as you play the piano again, I'll give you money, okay? The mustache suddenly felt that this man was very vulgar, although he played the piano well, and chuckled.

"Can you give me money first, so that I can do a good deed and then come back to play the piano, then I have no distractions, and I will definitely play better than this time." Lu Zhan saw a hint of contempt in the eyes of the mustache, and he didn't care.

"How much do you want?"

"Well, the more the merrier."

"I only have twenty taels on me, don't you know enough?" As he spoke, the mustache took out two ingots of silver from his sleeve pocket.

When some of the surrounding ladies and ladies saw his generosity, they couldn't help but be very envious, and even a little greedy - the common people of this era only had about three taels of silver a month. The mustache is twenty taels as soon as he shoots, which is not too much.

But Lu Zhan had no concept of money in this era, and he didn't know what he could buy with a tael of silver, and he thought: Since you want to do good things, the more money you have, the better, so she pretended to groan for a while and said, "It seems to be a little less." ”

"Well, you're greedy, but who told me I wanted to hear you play? Okay, then I'll borrow some for you. The mustache glanced at Lu Zhan with some dissatisfaction, and then turned his head to look at the three horse-faced boys, "Looking at your dress, there must be no shortage of money, right?" Can you lend me some money? Not much, is there a hundred taels? ”

He said it lightly, but in the ears of the three horse-faced boys, none of them changed color.

"Why do you want us to lend you money? Which green onion are you? ”

"Are we familiar with you? Wouldn't it be shameless to say that you will borrow? ”

"We'd rather spend it on the girl than lend you this sissy."

……

The three of them counted one sentence at a time, and they didn't notice that the mustache's face was getting darker and darker, and his eyes gradually narrowed, a bit like a vicious wolf who was about to choose someone to devour.

"Haha......" said a foul language, and they seemed to be in a good mood and couldn't help laughing.

"Ahh

It turned out that the mustache jumped over by surprise and punched him hard in the nose.

"Dare to hit my brother? You look for death. The cowboy shouted, took a few steps, raised his leg and kicked at the mustache.

The mustache snorted coldly, flashed to the side, and quickly swept his legs at him.

At this time, Niu Gongzi, who was a bit like the reading power of the golden rooster, couldn't dodge at all, so he had to watch the other party sweep himself down...... Just when his whole body was just half down, the pig boy standing behind him stepped out and grabbed him.

The mustache was agile, and when he got up, he quickly flashed behind the piggy, raised his leg and kicked him in the back mercilessly.

"Ahh

The pig boy stood unsteadily, stumbled, and rushed forward, and the cow boy who was pulled by him and did not fall down was lucky that he did not fall, but he was suddenly pushed by his companion standing behind him, and he fell faster. "Plop" sounded, and landed on all fours like a toad, extremely embarrassed. That's not all, he also made a "human flesh pad" to catch the pig who fell on him.

Ma Gongzi, who was bleeding from his nose, saw that his two companions had been put down by the other party, and his heart was furious, ignoring the pain in his nose, he grabbed the big bowl on the table next to him with his free hand and threw it at the mustache.

But the mustache was quick-eyed, stretched out his hands while flying back, caught the flying bowl with softness, and then turned around, tooth for tooth, and smashed the bowl in his hand at Ma Gongzi with an acceleration.

Ma Gongzi was holding another big bowl in his hand at this time, and when he saw that the big bowl thrown by the other party was fierce and fierce, he panicked and quickly dodged. It's just half a beat slower, and he was hit in the left chest, like being hit with an iron rod, and he screamed "wow" in pain, and even bent his waist.

At this time, the pig boy and the cow boy who fell to the ground both stood up, saw their companions screaming in pain, shrugged their eyebrows and gritted their teeth, looked at each other, and then divided into left and right to bully the mustache.

"Hehe, if you dare to take a step forward, I'll cut off his ears and cook them for you." The mustache was not afraid at all, quickly dodged away, came to the back of Ma Gongzi, and took out a flying knife out of nowhere--three inches long, the tip of the knife was like a needle, and the blade was like paper, grabbed his back collar, and put the flying knife on his right ear.

"Oh, no, don't cut my ears." When Ma Gongzi heard this, he was so frightened that he forgot the pain and hurriedly begged.

"Heh, whether you cut your ears or not, it depends on whether you are sincere or not." The mustache sneered when he saw the two of them throwing rat traps.

Lu Zhan, who was standing on the side, saw that the mustache was skilled, and the three of Ma Gongzi suffered a loss in three or two clicks, and he was a little surprised and a little envious, but when he thought that he had a Jin Yong martial arts secret system on his body, as long as he had enough contribution points, he could use any martial arts, he was relieved, calm, and watched how the mustache dealt with the matter at hand.

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