Spring is not as busy as autumn, so on such days, large and small markets are crowded with people. Everywhere there are vendors and their strange shouts.

The pungent smell of green onions and a hint of floral fragrance wafted through the crowd, and the lady who bought green onions and the little girl who sold flowers met each other. The middle-aged hairdresser who had no guests was spitting and talking to the young man at the blacksmith shop opposite, so it was not lively. The old man held the orange and shouted in the street: "Orange!

This is the worldly world, where people never think about cultivating, eating three meals a day, resting at sunrise and sunset, or even two people who have nothing to do with each other to fight for a small profit, or bending their knees for five buckets of rice, all of which can be attributed to the microcosm of life, and the secular world is made up of these countless microcosms of life.

When Su Xiaoling went down the mountain for the first time, he was shocked and curious about the lively scene in the town, such as the two couples across the street who openly did such a thing, which was really shy.

However, Miss Mo scolded: "It's really immoral!"

The couple naturally heard this sentence very clearly, and the man was about to have a seizure, but when he saw that this group of people were dressed strangely, the one who wore a sword and the one who had an honest back, known to be non-ordinary people, and even more so that they were not easy to provoke, maybe it was a cultivator in a temple who ran out of the mountain gate and traveled to the world, so he quickly left with the woman.

Zhang Ze was already unhappy in his heart, but he didn't say anything, he just thought that this violent woman really ate too much, what is the matter with me, me, you, and me?

They passed through the crowd from East Street to West Street, during which the two of Mosu's servants went to a pollen shop to buy some fish resin gouache.

Zhang sighed: "Miss Mo is also a woman." ”

West Street is less crowded and lively than East Street, it is not as prosperous as East Street, although the street is sparsely populated, and occasionally wandering wanderers pass by, but there are so many shops here that are full.

One of them is a tavern.

There is a tavern.

Generally speaking, each tavern has its own characteristics, and the wine sold in a tavern is old.

The older the wine gets, the older it gets, the more mellow it becomes.

The boss, like most bosses, was forty or fifty years old, not tall, with a wide build, a ruddy complexion, and wore a cyan robe to welcome several people into the hall early.

Zhang Ze had often come here to drink, so he recognized it, said a few irrelevant words, and then arranged a seat.

The store is naturally lively, and the sound of fist drawing is constant.

Su Xiaoling looked around the store and whispered, "Has Miss been here before?"

"Been here so ...... Four or five times. Mo said.

The little maid was worried: "There are many wicked people here. ”

"Will the wicked write 'evil' on their faces?" Zhang looked at her and said, "How do you evaluate good and evil?"

Su Xiaoling snorted coldly and said, "Drinking and fighting is evil." ”

Zhang Dao: "What about your young lady's drinking and fighting?"

"It's not the same. ”

"What's the difference?"

Su Xiaoling thought for a while and said, "Because it's a young lady." ”

"Sure enough, it's a maid. Zhang smiled.

When the wine was served, Zhang first picked up a bottle and said, "Since you are gathered at the same table, it is natural not to get drunk and not return." ”

"If you're really drunk, it's dangerous. Zhu Xiaozhu picked up the wine glass and said, "It is possible that he will be sent to the ring hall." ”

"Are you afraid?" Zhang said, "The head of the house will also toast him." ”

They all coughed early.

A few people were talking and laughing between wines, and they were a little drunk at some time.

In the south window on the second floor of the store, three middle-aged people were sitting in the south window, drinking and guessing boxing at this time.

One of them, with an obscene figure and a thick slag between his lips, is very noticeable, he is a fourth-generation disciple of the Cangyun Sect, named Liuxi Zhou. Four years ago, I left the sect, wandering around, the day before yesterday to the lonely mountain realm, found this tavern, because I couldn't get the wine money by the boss, but was about to have a seizure but was stopped by the other two people at the same table at this time. One is named Jiao Linan, the other is named Liu Min, both of them are nameless swordsmen in the Northern Regions, and they wandered to the foot of the lonely mountain dozens of days ago.

The two saw that there was a sword at the waist of this Liuxizhou, and it was a swordsman, so they generously helped. Na Xiliu Zhou mingled with the two of them, drank all day for fun, told some strange things, and told the two of them to mix a few drinks.

Liuxi Zhou was a little suffocated, got up and went downstairs to relieve himself, but heard a burst of cheerful laughter.

It was Zhang Zeji and others who were sitting in the north window on the first floor.

Miss Mo was talking to Zhao Shu about something, Su Xiaoling interjected a few words from time to time, and the laughter was made by these three people.

Liuxi Zhou is a person with a very heavy heart, and he saw that the three girls had beautiful faces, especially the middle one, who looked charming and had a refined temperament between his hands.

It was also he who somehow forgot to pee and provoked these three.

Liuxi Zhou climbed in front of the table, and said with a smell of wine: "My table on the second floor has good wine to entertain, why don't you come over?"

Su Xiaoling blushed and lowered her head, thinking that there were really many wicked people here.

Zhao Shu didn't say anything and drank all the wine in the cup.

Miss Mo sneered, "Can you drink three glasses of wine?"

Liuxi Zhou laughed and said: "Don't say three cups, thirty cups, three hundred cups can also be drunk!"

Miss Mo threw the wine glass over, but not a drop of wine was spilled.

Liuxi Zhou said in surprise: "Oh, have you practiced some kung fu?" and reached out to take the wine glass.

The cup in your hand, the wine in the cup, don't stop!

Liuxizhou drank the first glass of wine, and then Miss Mo threw the second glass.

After catching the second glass of wine, Liuxi Zhou smiled and said: "It's really good kung fu, these two glasses of wine ......" raised his glass to drink, but suddenly slammed, and even the person fell to the ground with the cup.

Two glasses of wine, two drops of blood.

Zhang Ze has already said: "Such a poor amount is embarrassing to talk about 100 drinks?"

Ma San shook his head and said, "It's not that he has a bad amount of alcohol, it's that the power of the flying wine glass is too great." ”

Zhu Xiaozhu nodded and said, "Let's look at the pillar ahead." ”

There are two dimples in the shape of wine glasses on the pillars.

Standing in front of the pillar was the Baptism Week.

Miss Mo's expression became colder, and she said to all of you, "Borrow the senior brother's sickle and use it." ”

They all smiled early and said, "Yes." ”

The wailing on the first floor scared away the guests on the first floor, and the guests on the second floor ran down to see the excitement, and then hurried back to the second floor or ran out of the store to avoid suffering.

The boss saw such a violent woman for the first time today, and he couldn't help but be shocked into a cold sweat, and he ran out of the store without caring about it.

One arm, three fingers.

Blood and wails continued.

The sword was in the waist, and I don't know if it was the numbness in the broken left arm or the pain in the broken three fingers of the right hand, the sword was never pulled out.

Liuxi cried and shouted, "Bastard, do you know who Lao Tzu is?"

"Lao Tzu is a cultivator of the Cangyun Sect!"

"Lose my arm, pay me my finger!"

This sound also startled Jiao Linan and Liu Min in the south window on the second floor.

"Peeing for so long?"

"Is this voice his?"

"It's him!"

The two went downstairs with knives, and saw that the pool of blood was the drinking friend who had been drinking for the past few days.

Liuxizhou's face was as white as paper, and when he saw the two of them, he hurriedly exclaimed: "The two of you...... Help me!"

Liu Min said coldly: "How did he offend you, because you cut off his arm and cut off his finger so cruelly?"

Miss Mo said lightly: "Two cups are not enough! This girl is merciful and will spare his life." ”

Liu Min said: "Lao Tzu's knife is not merciful!"

The two drew their knives.

Miss Mo suddenly sneered and said, "What kind of Northern Regions swordsman do you want to be a general?"

Jiao Linan was furious, and raised his knife to split.