"......Forehead" Li Xiangru scratched his head, turned to look at the old man, and asked weakly: "There is no price, there is no other sign, so ...... Can you open the lid and smell the wine?"

When the white-bearded old man heard this, he glanced out of the corner of his eyes, like looking at an idiot. Squint. Then he did not speak and ignored him.

Li Xiangru shrugged his shoulders, is this a tacit acquiescence? Open the seal at will, and the aroma of the wine will be lost. The appearance of the wine bottle does not show the quality of the wine inside, and there is no classification of the wine on the cabinet...... You can't choose a bar based on the size of the container? And the price is not there! Is this NM a trick? Li Xiangru scolded in his heart. He is not a good wine person, and his understanding of wine is only so little, this point is still heard from the old man Fan who entered the mountain, at that time he entered a cellar, a lot of empty wine bottles, and the old man Fan sighed because there was no wine.

Forget it, it's just a horse, and you don't have to get used to it!

Lee Sang-ru decided to just grab a can at hand. You have to be angry when you buy something, ...... We can't stand that.

At this time, a person suddenly walked in at the door, the man was full of gray hair, and his body was still a little rickety, and when he came over, he kicked the calf of the old man on the rattan chair, and the old man seemed to have foreknowledge, and his legs were raised, and he easily dodged.

The rickety old man didn't continue to kick him, but walked to the counter and put down the package and scolded angrily: "Shameless old thing, just rub me and drink, just go out and buy something for you to show me the shop, is it selling it to me again? Just now, the drunkard surnamed Wang at the end of the alley ran away as soon as he saw me." I saw him holding the wine in the shop! You must have told me the price again, and the old guy was like an iron rooster, and he loved to take advantage of it just as much as you! Needless to say, another copper plate took away a jar of wine from me. ”

The rickety old man pinched the copper plate with two fingers, and shouted angrily: "You will pay for today's losses! You have to make up for the wine money you owe for a few months, otherwise next time you dare to take a step close to my gate, and you will directly take a stick to catch it!"

The white-bearded old man turned over, stood up and stretched, and said indifferently: "Isn't it just a few dollars? How much can you sell for these jars of wine?"

The rickety old man sneered a few times angrily, and replied: "Old thing, I'm just a crippled old man, I should have given you a long time ago, and you robbed what shouldn't have been given, but don't be so shameless! I can't be blessed with your piece of land! Since you know that I can't earn a lot of hard money, why don't you pay me back the wine money you owe?"

"Gold and silver, you know, I don't usually bring them!, but ......" The white-bearded old man was indifferent to the rude cynicism, and pretended to be in suspense.

The rickety old man just glanced at him coldly, and then knocked on the abacus to calculate the accounts.

"But...... Forehead...... I've got some money with me today. With that, he took out a golden leaf from his sleeve. He waved triumphantly at the rickety old man.

The rickety old man put down the abacus in his hand, rolled his eyes, and said suspiciously: "When did the old thing become so generous?

......The white-bearded old man was a little embarrassed, and there was still a lot of dissatisfaction, and he jumped to his feet angrily and scolded: "Dead old thief, put up with you for a long time, don't take an inch! Is the old man such a person? I am also a dignified ...... Ahem...... The old man is not that kind of person! I'm here to pay you for the wine today!"

The white-bearded old man's anger was more like a pretend.

The rickety old man stopped knocking on the plate, his hands were folded around his chest, and he stared at him with sneering eyes, as if he was watching those funny and funny performances on stage. He slowly walked out of the counter and took the gold leaf, still looking at it suspiciously, and put it in his mouth and took a bite with his teeth.

The white-bearded old man's face was flushed, and he was even more angry, and his saliva was about to spray on the rickety old man's face, and he said, "Hey, what do you mean by this, you old thief? Could it be that I will fool you with a fake? In your heart, my reputation is so low?"

The rickety old man carefully put the gold leaf into his arms and patted it a few times. Then the corners of his mouth twitched, and he mocked: "Reputation? where do you have reputation?" Hmph...... After speaking, he went into the counter and continued to count his accounts.

"You!!you...... You old thief!" The white-bearded old man looked angry and pointed at him with trembling fingers. A Buddha sleeve strode away.

The rickety old man raised his eyes, let out a sneer, and let the white-bearded old man walk away.

Li Xiangru looked at this scene dumbfounded, eh, can you throw the guests aside like this? Can you owe wine money so much? Forget it, I'm just a little person passing by but watching a big show.

Li Xiangru picked up a jar of wine, walked to the counter, and asked cautiously, "Boss, how much is this wine?"

Only then did the rickety old man suddenly find that there was another guest in general, but he didn't have much enthusiasm, just glanced at the wine jar and said, "One or two silver." ”

Li Xiangru took out one or two from his arms and put them on the counter, the rickety old man suddenly stiffened his face, slapped the table, and said angrily: "It's broken!! My wine! The old thing must have stolen my private Huanghua wine!! I said why he was so generous today!

Li Xiangru was startled by the boss's startle, and smiled bitterly at the boss's disappearing figure.

He threw down the silver, turned around and went out with the jar of wine, and as soon as he stepped out of the threshold, he heard a roar from inside the room: "Old thief......!

There is a pavilion at the mouth of the twelfth alley, the pavilion is not big, and there is an old locust tree next to it, this locust tree looks like it is some years, and the leaves are also extremely luxuriant. The continuous rain washes over its leaves, making it look refreshing and clean.

It's a great place to stop.

The actions of the Tsing Yi Gang these days have been put on the bright side, and they keep purging "rebellion" at night, which is of course the handiwork of Gu Dagongzi. As soon as the third lady disappeared, Gu Daoming started to act, wanting to firmly control the power of the Tsing Yi Gang on his mobile phone. The continuous killing made the night of the entire poor town fall into silence for a while.

Li Xiangru looked up at the narrow sky, and the few stars glowed dimly.

When he reached the pavilion, he stopped.

There was no light in the pavilion, only a dark shadow lying on its side on a long stone bench in the pavilion.

Li Xiangru hesitated for a long time, then smiled and walked to the pavilion.

The man in the pavilion was none other than the white-bearded old man in the tavern. He glanced at Li Xiangru with drooping eyes and did not speak.

Li Xiangru walked into the pavilion and waved to the old man, and then sat down opposite.

Except for the sound of the white-bearded old man drinking a few sips, there was silence here.

"It's good, you're so patient. Looks like you're pretty determined. The white-bearded old man finally spoke.

"If the elders don't speak, the younger generations will not dare to surpass it in their later years. Li Xiangru said lightly.

The old man sat up, looked at Li Xiangru again, laughed, picked up the wine jug, took a sip gently, smashed his mouth, turned the wine jug slowly, and said: "Everyone here knows that the wine of Lao Li Tou in Xinghua Lane is a must, but his yellow flower wine has been hidden for many years. Actually, I knew when he made this wine, it was a good wine...... It also takes some years to be flavorful. Today, it is exactly eighteen years old. ”

Li Xiangru smiled and did not speak, listening quietly, as if a student who respected the teacher.

Li Xiangru didn't dare to be disrespectful, and after entering the house, he felt that he was locked by an aura and roamed all over him. He couldn't find out the old man's cultivation, and he didn't dare to test it. Even the owner of the tavern, according to his guess, was a grandmaster figure of the Great Repair.

The white-bearded old man threw the flask at Li Xiangru.

Li Xiangru took it and looked at the old man.

"Take a sip and tell me how it feels. The old man said.

After Li Xiangru hesitated for a moment, he still raised his neck slightly and took a sip.

"How do you feel?" the old man stared at Li Xiangru expectantly.

"Forehead ......" Li Xiangru licked his lips with his tongue, thought for a while, and then said: "The fragrance is pure, soft and refreshing, sweet and sweet, the mouth is soft, the mouth is sweet, and it is a good wine in the serious." ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, unexpectedly commented on the wine, then clapped his palms, and said excitedly: "It turns out that you still know wine?"

Li Xiangru smiled shyly, "The kid just talks nonsense, he doesn't drink well, and he doesn't understand." ”

The old man stood up and walked to Li Xiangru's side, and Li Xiangru immediately stood up and returned the wine jug with both hands.

The old man took it with a smile, walked a few steps with his back to Li Xiangru and said slowly: "A person who is a good drinker is divided into several realms, one is a drunkard, who has a poor amount of alcohol but is addicted to alcohol. The second is an alcoholic, who loves to drink and drinks a lot. The third is the wine saint, the amount of wine may not be large, but he understands wine. The fourth is the god of wine, who has a very high ability to taste wine. Fifth, the wine fairy, who understands the wine culture and has a high wine quality. ”

The old man turned his head and glanced at Li Xiangru. Then he said, "Just as we practice, every time we reach a realm, we need an accumulation or a path. There is no chance, and sometimes it is difficult to improve, and chance can also be interpreted as at any time, with temperament, with fate. The forcible opportunity is not the chance. This is what it says: half a day, half life, half chance, half daring, half giving up and half doing good. ”

After the old man finished speaking, it seemed that his whole temperament had changed, like a saint and a fairy. The figure also seems to have become taller, and there is no longer the old man's age. A kind of coercion of the superior suppressed the entire pavilion inside and outside, and even the leaves on the old locust tree rattled, as if everything between heaven and earth was going to kneel before him.

The old man looked at Li Xiangru with bright eyes, and said slowly: "You, but, Ming, white?"

Li Xiangru was sweating from his forehead, his face became more and more pale, he bit his lip tightly, tried not to bend his double paint, tried to straighten his body, panting but replied word by word: "I...... Only...... Know, the master used to ...... Tell me...... No chance...... Is...... Go, look for chance...... Want...... To create...... Good luck...... Going to ...... Catch...... Good luck...... ...... owed to others To pay back, what others owe...... It must be ...... To be recovered...... This...... Is...... I fix ...... The Way!"

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and blurted out and asked, "Can Mo Dawei say such a thing?"

Immediately, he was indignant in his heart, obviously dissatisfied with Li Xiangru's answer, his eyes became sharp, and an invisible force pressed it again.

Li Xiangru finally couldn't hold it anymore, snorted, spurted out a mouthful of blood, knelt down on one leg, and supported the ground with one hand. He raised his head and looked at the old man fiercely, scarlet blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

The old man looked at this smart and unconvinced, unwilling eyes, and a trace of unbearability rose in his heart. He sighed. Slowly gathered the momentum.