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"Let's go."

"Where to eat?"

"Today is Senior Brother Song's first time staying in, going to this professional canteen is definitely not enough face, the Agni Dao canteen can be considered, but if you want me to say, you have to go to the Qianjin canteen."

"Are you sure? Qianjin Canteen is not just the meaning of Qianjindao Professional Canteen! ”

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Yue doesn't care about this little money, look at how majestic the rooftop plane is."

Song Ming looked at the dialogue between the two husbands singing the wife, Qin Se and Ming, and couldn't help but sigh at the poverty of the samurai, and said with a smile helplessly:

"Drizzle, drizzle."

Song Dabao smiled:

"It's still a little junior brother who is generous. The Qianjin Canteen is still some way away from here, don't tell you the little junior brother, our senior brothers, the art of the sword is still unfamiliar, after all, it is dangerous to take you, why don't we fly the plane, senior brother, my stomach is already growling. ”

"But my plane can only seat two people, what should I do?"

"It's okay, your Senior Brother Xiaochuan is so thin, he can only be regarded as half a person, it's no problem to squeeze it."

"Get out!"

In this way, the three climbed onto the roof and squeezed into the cockpit of less than two square meters with difficulty.

With the sound of a hoarse engine, the plane spewed out a cavity of steam downward, completely enveloping the entire 421 in the vast white fog, and the plane climbed into the sky with difficulty like an overfed little yellow finch, and flew up and down trembling up and down towards the Qianjin Canteen.

……

The gap between the rich and the poor in the ten majors of the samurai academy is huge, and you can see one or two from the attached cafeteria alone.

The canteen at Merry Channel was converted from a vacant dormitory, and the food served was basically clear soup and no meat, and there were no more customers except for the lazy people of the profession.

If the canteen is regarded as a roadside food stall, the canteen on Qianjin Road belongs to a five-star hotel.

Listening to the boasting of the two of them about the daughter's canteen, Song Ming parked the plane in the open space in front of the canteen and walked down to take a look-

A tall tower stands on a stone lawn in front of a row of bamboo houses.

The three-storey tower, about ten zhang high, has a pine structure throughout, which looks extremely primitive, and only the plaque on the top looks brilliant:

"Thousand Golden Flavors."

It was five big gold characters with a constantly changing luster, shining brightly in the reflection of the setting sun.

It's dinner time, and the flow of people in front of Baiwei Pavilion is gradually increasing, these people not only include nearly five hundred disciples of the Qianjin Dao Major, but also foreign Dao disciples like Song Ming, who occasionally come over to improve their food.

"Before it's six o'clock, there's still a place inside, let's go in quickly."

Song Dabao and the others straightened their shirts and led Song Ming into the door on the first floor.

Song Ming looked around, the space in the tower was larger than the outside, hundreds of tables were densely packed with people, four copper pillars more than one meter thick stood in the middle, looked up along the copper pillar, on the top of the five-zhang high floor, hung a huge chandelier, emitting a soft yellow golden light, illuminating the whole room brightly, the soft halo shone on the fairy dishes, which couldn't help but make people appetite.

"The difference between the canteen and the canteen is sometimes bigger than the difference between the canteen and the pig."

When Song Ming thought this, Song Dabao had already sat down at a square table by the window where someone had just left the table, and summoned the two of them from afar.

The three of them sat down and ordered a table of dishes, nine meat and one vegetable, two soup pots, and three pots of wine.

Song Ming stared at the wine jug a little puzzled:

"Can a cultivator drink alcohol?"

"This is a Taoist wine, Haraya Titian, and it is more intoxicating to a samurai than ordinary wine."

"I don't drink."

"You said that if you don't drink, you won't drink, today is a big day for you to get started, since you are destined to live together, you are brothers, and today the three of us brothers will not get drunk and not return."

At this moment, I heard a man shouting from afar:

"Wait—"

The man walked straight over and sat down next to Songming:

"How can there be wine without me, another pot."

Song Ming turned his head to see that this person was wearing the same samurai robe as the three of them, and the robe was printed with a unified Merry Channel logo, and his appearance was dignified, quite heroic, but his eye circles were a little black, and his sideburns were a little messy.

Song Dabao laughed and said:

"Senior brother, why are you here, besides...... Don't you usually drink alcohol? ”

Zhao Xiaochuan shook his head and introduced to Song Ming on the side:

"This is Shi Yun, the earliest senior brother who has just started in this major, that is, our squad leader, Senior Brother, and this is the little junior brother Song Ming who has just started."

Song Ming was surprised and bowed:

"Hello senior brother."

Shi Yun glanced up at Song Ming at this time, with a bit of indescribable loneliness in his expression, his face seemed to be forcibly cheered up, and he said with a smile:

"I ...... I know, that's why I made an exception to drink and wash the dust for my little brother. ”

Song Dabao seemed to see something unusual, and deliberately laughed:

"Why did you come to dinner alone today? Where's your Zhang Cuishan? ”

Shi Yun's eyes froze, and after a while, he shook his head:

"I won't talk about women today, just for the little junior brother to pick up the wind and wash the dust - come, little junior brother, senior brother toast you."

Before Song Ming could pour a glass of wine, Shi Yun raised the wine jug and drank it all.

The three were dumbfounded.

Shi Yun:

"Come, serve the wine again - little junior brother, senior brother wants to ask you, why did you choose Merry Channel?"

Song Ming replied truthfully:

"I heard that the peach blossoms are lucky."

Song Dabao and the others laughed out loud, and then ate the vegetables frantically while drinking themselves.

"Yes, senior brother, I chose the Merry Channel, so I got Cui Shan, the first beauty in my profession and the only female warrior, all because of the Merry Channel-"

Shi Yun said this, his eyes were red, and he raised the wine jug:

"Dry, respect the wind and flow, respect the peach blossoms ******!"

Without waiting for Song Ming to raise his glass, Shi Yun drank it all again, and then hiccuped, and actually cried, the cry was heartbreaking, attracting everyone to look sideways, and those in the crowd who knew his inside story even laughed.

After crying, Shi Yun was drunk and lying on the table, unconscious.

Song Dabao and the others looked at each other, then poured themselves a drink, and ate like no one else.

"Little junior brother, senior brother is probably out of love, don't worry about him, let's drink."

Song Ming raised his glass and took a sip, a strong fragrance of the Force, with the wine sneaked into the abdomen, the sake moistened the stomach silently, making him refreshed for a moment, very comfortable.

However, looking at Senior Brother Shi Yun who was asleep on the side, a sense of foreboding spread in Song Ming's heart.

"Senior brother seems to be a talent, far better than me, even such a person will fall out of love, is it true that the Merry Dao profession is just a vain name, and the peach blossoms are not vigorous?!"

Then I turned my head to look out the window, and an autumn peach forest came into view.

The small pink and purple peach blossoms bloom arbitrarily, looking fragrant and pleasant in the secluded green bamboo, but also enchanting and picturesque.

Song Ming looked at it in a daze, and couldn't foresee what would happen a moment later.

Disaster in disguise.

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