The wine of this era.

To be honest, you can easily change to a small drink and you can easily dry it in a large bowl. The wine in this Xu Ji dog meat shop should also be aged, and the wine has a degree of about twenty or thirty degrees, but that's it. In reality, he is used to drinking the kind of liquor with a high number of fifty or sixty degrees, and Zhao Futu has no pressure to drink this kind of wine at all.

Wine, invigorating blood and removing blood stasis, cultivators do not prohibit alcohol.

Among the cultivators, there are no longer a few good wines, and Zhao Futu once also drank wine, looking for recipes to make medicinal wine.

During the Dan Dao Week, there were times when he needed a little help from external objects, and he used to maintain the habit of drinking one or two medicinal wines every rì. This habit has even been maintained for almost a year or so.

When Zhao Futu sat down in the shop, the shopkeeper immediately brought a plate of dog meat, this dog meat stewed very badly, fragrant, but it was a large piece of dog meat connected together, and it was eaten by tearing it open with his hands. Zhao Futu had been on the road for a day, and he was already very hungry, so he unceremoniously grabbed a dog's leg and swallowed it in two bites.

"Good dog meat!" Zhao Futu ate half a catty in one breath and exclaimed.

The so-called 'dog meat rolls three times, and the gods can't sit steadily'!

People who don't eat dog meat don't understand the fun of dog meat, everyone loves dogs in different ways, and Zhao Futu is a person who likes dog meat.

He ate a pound of stewed cooked and fragrant dog meat in one go, then picked up the wine jug and opened his mouth to drink, without using a cup, he drank half a pot in one go, exhaled a long breath, and exclaimed: "Good wine!" Good meat! ”

The shopkeeper on one side was also a little surprised. He has also seen people who eat meat and drink alcohol.

But he hadn't seen many people who could eat and drink like this, and it only took a minute or two to eat a pound of dog meat and drink a pot of wine. That's a good appetite. However, he didn't dare to say anything, so he quickly picked up a large piece of meat and handed it over. Then he brought out another jug of wine. Zhao Futu's clothes are quite extraordinary, and he doesn't look like a person who can't afford to pay money.

"Come on! Have a drink with me! ”

The middle-aged swordsman saw that Zhao Futu was eating so well, and he saw that he was getting a little more and more right.

The way he just ate it. It's not an exaggeration to say that it's gobbling up, if Sven reads it, he will definitely despise it, but this middle-aged swordsman feels that he has the right appetite, and a man should eat like this, just like a tiger coming down the mountain!

Zhao Futu sat on another table, raised the wine jug and drank it in one gulp, the true qi in his body was running endlessly, it was an exaggeration to say that he was not drunk in a thousand cups, but he had no problem with a jar of wine.

The two did not speak. In this way, the toast was made one by one, and soon there were several flasks on the table.

The two sides did not say anything to each other, and the two of them ate until the sky gradually darkened.

At this time.

Usually at seven or eight o'clock in the evening, there is no one left.

This is the reason of the times. Usually at this time, people have already eaten, and then hide in the bed to carry out the man-making movement.

The limitations of the times, there are too few entertainment items, and only people can play with them.

"Money!" The middle-aged swordsman looked at Tian Sè, threw a silver ingot on the table, and said to the shopkeeper who had been waiting carefully.

He was quite generous. I didn't mean to wait for the store to make change, so I got up and prepared to go out.

But at this time!

A big man with a gold-backed knife on his back came to the front of the shop with a group of menacing menacing.

The leader was a scarred man who was about forty years old, and he angrily stopped in front of the middle-aged swordsman and said in a deep voice: "Xiahou! You kill my brother! If you don't give me an explanation today, I'm afraid I won't want to leave so easily! ”

Zhao Futu saw that there was movement outside, and he was immediately interested.

He picked up the wine jug and filled it with a glass, and he didn't mean to make a move, these people were ordinary martial arts people, even he could easily deal with seventeen or eighteen, not to mention the middle-aged swordsman who gave him a lot of pressure in front of him.

He tore off a piece of dog meat and put it in his mouth, ready to sit there and watch the play!

However, Zhao Futu really didn't miscalculate, the middle-aged swordsman in front of him was Xiahou, the first-class swordsman who had been looking for Yan Chixia to compete for seven years, but he had also lost for seven years! This person's martial arts are very high, and he has been trying to defeat Yan Chixia, wanting to obtain the title of 'the first sword in the world', but he didn't expect that he was not Yan Chixia's opponent no matter what, but in Lanruo Temple, he met Nie Xiaoqian, and then was sucked dry by the thousand-year-old tree demon and died!

This person's martial arts are very high, but he doesn't know the law.

A martial arts master like him met that kind of thousand-year-old demon, and it was completely a matter of resting!

Xiahou Swordsman had a disapproving look on his face, but Yīn Han's eyes revealed a murderous aura, even an ordinary person could feel that this person was not a good talker, and he had a very heavy killing year in his heart. He glanced coldly at the middle-aged man who had stopped him, his gaze swept over the scar on his face, and then turned to the calloused hand of the other party, and there was a hint of interest in his expression.

Xiahou swordsman gently pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, and said in a deep voice: "Since he dares to challenge me, then he should have the consciousness of dying under my sword!" ”

"But why did you kill the other two!?" The scar on the middle-aged man's face twisted into a ball and shouted.

Xiahou Swordsman frowned, and said in a deep voice: "If they dare to use lime as a means of inferiority, they will naturally be damned!" ”

Although this Xiahou swordsman has a very murderous aura, he never kills innocents indiscriminately, this person seems to be obsessed with martial arts and has a strong utilitarian heart, otherwise he would not have been looking for Yan Chixia for seven years. He kills people mercilessly, but he doesn't kill innocent people, which can be seen from his actions after meeting Ning Caichen. Otherwise, Yan Chixia would not have been annoyed by him for seven years, and she would not take his life, but would have been forced to compete with him again and again!

This person is utilitarian, but he is not a real evil person!

You must know that Yan Chixia is also the No. 1 Great Evil God, and there are dozens of lives under her hands, if not a hundred.

The Jiangyang thieves he killed in all directions were terrified, and many corrupt officials were also terrified when they heard his name! This is also the reason why Yan Chixia couldn't stay in the officialdom later, Zhao Futu inquired in many ways and understood one thing, that is, although no one dared to offend Yan Chixia, many people in the officialdom were very exclusive of him, and there were many ways to make it disgraceful behind his back.

After all, being an official in a place like the Central Plains, there is a reason not to be greedy!

Naturally, there is no room for people like Yan Chixia.

………………

"You! ...... "The middle-aged man can't get off the stage.

Behind him were seventy or eighty big men, all of whom were carrying swords, and at first glance they were people in the rivers and lakes, since he was here today, if he was said by the other party like this and retreated, his face and name would be a little unbearable. Sure enough, as Zhao Futu expected, the two sides talked a few words, and after the talks collapsed, they finally started.

He had already guessed such a result from the beginning.

As soon as the Xiahou swordsman made a move, Zhao Futu paid attention to his swordsmanship, since this person can compete with Yan Chixia, his martial arts are naturally very high, and he dares to come out to compete for the title of 'the first sword in the world', Xiahou swordsman will definitely have two brushes on his body.

Seeing the sword light flickering, Xiahou swordsman had already plunged into the encirclement of those people in the rivers and lakes, he didn't care about one against ten, but locked on the scar man led by his gaze, and said in a deep voice: "You are qualified to compete with me!" ”

After speaking, with a 'sonorous' sound, Xiahou Swordsman had already pulled out his sword, the sword light was like frost, as soon as the sword was unsheathed, the momentum on his body changed greatly, and the dismal murderous aura became more and more intense, and there was a faint smell of blood. Obviously, the sword in Xiahou's hand has killed others today! He swung his sword upward, and his swordsmanship was dazzling, and in less than a breath, the scar-faced man had been forced by him to be powerless!

"What a fast sword!" Zhao Futu observed silently.

Pity.

This Xiahou swordsman's swordsmanship is fast and fast, but his strength is insufficient, so he will not be able to be accurate.

Moreover, Zhao Futu found that although the swordsmanship of this Xiahou swordsman is powerful, his internal strength cultivation is very ordinary, he does not have advanced internal skills, and what he has learned is just some ordinary internal skills. Besides, if a swordsman's internal cultivation can't keep up, he will probably be unable to succeed after fighting for a period of time, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to support it at that time.

However, Zhao Futu must say that this person's sword is really fast!

"The odds of winning by three points at most!" Zhao Futu compared, if he used swordsmanship to fight, at most he would have a three-point chance of winning.

But if you add other abilities, then you have a chance of winning by more than nine points.

Because the Xiahou swordsman obviously broke out in the fighting style, as long as Zhao Futu survived the time of his outburst, and then dragged it until his internal strength could not keep up with the consumption, he was already at his mercy.

Heads fly, blood splatters!

That Xiahou swordsman didn't have any scruples, and directly killed people in this town.

He stabbed the scarred man in the heart with a single move, then turned around and pounced, cutting off several heads in a few moves.

The group of people in the rivers and lakes who were looking for revenge for him saw that the situation was not good, and immediately turned around and ran, but the Xiahou swordsman did not give up, and chased after him again, and with a flash of sword light, a population flew up.

Soon, there were only two or three people left in the group, and the Xiahou swordsman swung out another sword and cut off a human head.

Then it was time to catch up with the last man who wanted to escape!

But.

Just as his sword was struck, a cold light suddenly flew in the distance, followed by a crisp sound of 'bell', and a sword flew into the air, blocking the sharp sword swung out by Xiahou swordsman!

Xiahou Swordsman was taken aback, and then his face showed a sense of joy.

He let the man flee and stood in the empty street, slowly pressing his hand on the hilt of his sword again.

momentum, suddenly like a sharp sword!

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