The next day, before the daylight was bright, Da Zhuang quietly got up**, he listened attentively for a while, and heard that Fusheng and Xiangzi were still snoring evenly, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, tiptoed to the door, and slipped out quietly.

The little guy who came to Rujia just opened the door of the inn, and saw that there was a person sneaking down on the second floor, the little guy rubbed his eyes, and when he saw that it was the guy from Yao Dong's family who lived here on the second floor, he breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered in a low voice, "It turned out to be the big man who didn't know how to count the etiquette, so sneaky didn't know what to do, Yao Dongjia was good-natured, and indulged him like this." ”

"You ......" the little guy's muttering was really heard by Da Zhuang who slipped downstairs, Da Zhuang was so angry in his heart, last time it was this mouthy little guy who almost misunderstood his good brother Fusheng is not counted, and was ridiculed by the tiger girl.

This time, he didn't want to alarm everyone, he deliberately got up early, but he was still unlucky to be met by this little guy, Da Zhuang had the heart to pull him to theorize, but he looked back at the morning sun that was about to break out, and after listening to the sound of guests getting up one after another in the guest room, he still temporarily endured this breath in his heart, glanced at the young man who was always against him, and hurriedly went out.

Da Zhuang had something on his mind, and after going out, he finally had no scruples, threw off his arms, and strode towards the direction of Jing'er Hutong.

Da Zhuang ran for a while, stopped at the corner from the Jing'er Hutong, and sure enough, he found the old beggar he met yesterday in the corner of the wall, he slept on the ground with a broken jacket, no different from other beggars, if there is any difference, the only difference is that he has a black wine gourd that can hardly see the original color than other beggars.

In the face of such an old beggar, Da Zhuang was pious, he first gasped for breath due to the fast running, and then carefully attached his body, and just wanted to say hello, he felt a burst of wine coming.

It turned out that the old beggar on the ground had opened his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, he had already sat up straight, he drank a lot, shook the empty wine gourd, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "No, still can't." ”

Da Zhuang stretched out his hand to take the empty wine gourd, and said humbly in his mouth, "Senior, have you drunk all the wine?" I'll call you. ”

I didn't see how the old beggar moved, but the wine gourd that was close to Da Zhuang's eyes suddenly disappeared, and the old beggar's voice sounded behind him: "Boy, I want to take over my old drunkard's wine gourd, you are still far away, let's practice for a few years." ”

"Ask the old-timers to teach me! Da Zhuang is not afraid of hardship, not afraid of tiredness, and must study and practice hard. Da Zhuang said as he turned around to him, didn't look at him, and knelt down in the direction from which the voice came.

"Han boy, I'm in the wrong place." The old beggar's voice came from behind Da Zhuang again.

"Ask the old-timers to teach me!" Da Zhuang followed the old beggar's voice and turned around again, and with a 'bang', his head really slammed on the ground, indicating his determination to follow the old beggar to practice martial arts.

"Han boy, it's wrong again."

"Ask the old-timers to teach me! Da Zhuang is not afraid of hardship, not afraid of tiredness, and must study and practice hard. ”

"Han boy, people are here."

"Ask the old-timers to teach me! Da Zhuang is not afraid of hardship, not afraid of tiredness, and must study and practice hard. ”

"Han boy, kneeling is wrong again."

"Ask the old-timers to teach me! Da Zhuang is not afraid of hardship, not afraid of tiredness, and must study and practice hard. ”

The old beggar moved back and forth, his voice flickered left and right, before and after, Da Zhuang followed the voice to the left and right, and each of them really slammed to the ground, and after nearly an hour, a big bag was swollen on his head, but he still kowtowed, and his voice was hoarse a lot, but the persistence in his voice was the same as before.

Fusheng had been watching from the side for a while.

In fact, as early as last night, when Da Zhuang was in a hurry, Fusheng guessed that he, a good brother who had played since he was a child, must have something to hide from everyone, and it was something that he was particularly concerned about. Whenever this happens, the honest and strong shows his stubborn side, if he makes up his mind not to say it, whoever asks will ask in vain, he doesn't say it is not to say, he is really anxious to ask, he will directly tell you that you can't say, you can't even turn a corner, let you talk like a spring, and don't want to pry his mouth open.

Fusheng grew up with Da Zhuang since he was a child, so he naturally knows his good brother's character best. Therefore, despite the loopholes in Da Zhuang's words last night, he still did not ask him, but chose to find out for himself. But when he woke up in the morning, he found that the big bunk was empty, and the man was gone.

Fusheng was not in a hurry, although he didn't ask Da Zhuang what happened last night, he had already asked clearly where this particular thing happened. Therefore, Fusheng and Xiangzi said hello and left the room, just in time to see the young man who came to the house muttering to himself in a daze.

Seeing Fusheng come out, the young man hurriedly greeted him, and said solemnly, "Our shopkeeper Yang, you have to talk about your guy named Da Zhuang, although the Yao Dong family is such a good-tempered owner, but you can't be too casual with a subordinate." ”

When Fusheng heard this, he smiled secretly in his heart, Da Zhuang must have committed some evil star this year, and he was always disliked by this young man. However, Fusheng's current identity as the shopkeeper of the Yao Dong family is that of the Yao Dong family, and he can't ignore the innkeeper's sincere reminders.

Holding back a smile, Fusheng asked seriously, "What did Da Zhuang do wrong again?" Please let me know. ”

"I can't say if it's a wrong thing" The young man frowned, as if he was still considering the nature of Da Zhuang's behavior just now, after thinking for a while, he decided to tell the truth and let this Yang shopkeeper judge himself, "It's that he got up sneaky in the morning, and as soon as I opened the door, he went out, as if he was going to do something unseemly from others, you have to ask clearly, don't let such a good person from Yao Dong's family follow him to eat and hang." ”

"Well, thank you little brother for reminding me," Fusheng said with a smile on his face, took out a piece of broken silver from his sleeve, stuffed it into the young man's hand, and then pointed in the direction of Jing'er Hutong to confirm, "Did he go in that direction?" ”

"Xie Yang's shopkeeper's reward!" The young man quickly put away the broken silver, and his face was finally filled with a more attentive smile, and he said in one voice, "Yes, yes, yes, he just ran in that direction." ”

Once again, he was confirmed by Da Zhuang's whereabouts, Fusheng said goodbye to the innkeeper with a courteous face, and walked quickly in the direction of Jing'er Hutong. From afar, he saw a big man kowtowing in a different direction, and an old beggar covered in oil and tatters holding an equally dirty oversized wine gourd fluttering back and forth, left and right, so that Da Zhuang would never be able to worship in front of him.

As the saying goes, the layman looks at the liveliness, and the insider looks at the doorway. Da Zhuang, a martial idiot, does not judge people by his appearance, he recognizes the old beggar, and he kowtows regardless of it, and he doesn't even care about the blood oozing from his forehead, or he doesn't care about this at all. Fusheng didn't know anything about martial arts, but the old beggar's light and fluttering posture dazzled him, and after only looking at it for a while, he was a little dizzy.

Rubbing the corners of his forehead vigorously, Fusheng said loudly to the front, "Senior master, please for the sake of Da Zhuang's sincerity, you can point him out a little bit." ”

"Hey, the kid can't hold it back, and you want to beg me with your brother?" The old beggar shook his body slightly, sat down on the branch of the old locust tree in front of Fusheng, and said condescendingly.

"No, you misunderstood, old-timer." Fusheng bowed his hand respectfully, and said modestly, "Fusheng doesn't know anything about martial arts, and he knows that he is not the material for martial arts. But my brother Da Zhuang likes to practice martial arts since he was a child, and I ask my seniors to take pity on him for the sake of sincerity. ”

"What? Martial arts? Hahaha, hahaha. The old beggar burst out laughing, as if he had heard something funny, and he was out of breath when he laughed, and fell from the old locust tree with a 'poof'.

The old beggar cried with an old face, shook the oversized wine gourd in his hand, and said with a face full of grievances, "Do you talk like that?" Don't you know how to respect the elderly? Isn't it fun to scare an old man out of a tree and fall from under it? ”

"Scared? We scare you? Rao is Fusheng has always been calm, but this time he also grew his mouth in surprise, and asked very aggrievedly, "Senior, you're not kidding, are you?" You can come and go freely on such a tall tree, what do we say to scare you? ”

The old beggar jumped up at once, but screamed, completely devoid of the celebrity demeanor that he had just teased Da Zhuang. He rubbed his ass with his free hands, and shouted, "It's not scary, our old drunkard has tasted wine for a lifetime, and has brewed wine for a lifetime. ”

"Old-timers like sake brewing?" Fusheng glanced at the crowd around him that was gradually surrounding, his face was thoughtful, and he said to the old beggar in front of him, who was like an old urchin, "If my brother learns to make wine from the old-timers, and the old-timers are willing to teach him?" ”

"No!" Da Zhuang stepped over in a few steps, still knelt down in front of the old beggar with a 'poof', and said resolutely, "I don't want to learn anything about winemaking, I want to follow the old-timers to practice martial arts!" ”

"Talking bastard again" The old beggar waved his hands again and again, as if chasing flies, he stepped back, and disappeared at the corner of the alley in the blink of an eye, only his voice remained in Da Zhuang's ears, "If you want to learn to make wine, wait for me here in the fifteenth, don't come if you can't figure it out!" ”