"I'm starting to wonder a little now, how did you make these friends?"

Zhao Yuansong suddenly opened his mouth and asked with an extremely serious expression.

In his opinion, whether it is Huixin or Shen Lang, they are enough to be regarded as strange people, the former has deep roots in Buddha and can produce visions when chanting, and the latter acts absurdly, but people have to admire.

Hearing this, Ji Yuan smiled bitterly, and the situation when he was seven or eight years old suddenly appeared in his mind.

At that time, I often sneaked out of the Taoist temple, wearing a Taoist robe, holding a pole in my hand, jumping up and down in the county.

It was in this process that he met Shen Lang, who was studying hard in the cold window, and secretly climbed over the courtyard wall of Baiyun Temple with him, pulling the little monk who was ignorant of the world to chat.

"Everything is predestined."

He put away the memories in his heart and replied nonchalantly.

Zhao Yuansong, who was on the side, glanced at him deeply, and said as if with deep meaning: "Since you and I are monks, we will change our lives against the sky in the future, how can we still believe in fate?" ”

Mortals only live for decades, and some people may live longer, but no matter how they are maintained, they will not live to be 120 years old at most.

And once you embark on the path of cultivation, even if it is only the first realm, you can easily live to be one hundred and twenty years old, and if you enter the second realm and cultivate mana, you can extend your life for sixty years.

These longevity that grew out of thin air were originally 'stolen' from the sky, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they were changing their lives against the sky.

"If you don't believe in fate, why do you need to fight to change?"

Ji Yuan smiled indifferently, and what he said made Zhao Yuansong stunned, and he immediately fell into deep thought.

The two walked briskly in the night, and it took half an hour before they came to the general meeting of the Three Swords Society.

Although this place is far from the prosperity of the city, it is the most populous place, not only the people of the city, but also many outsiders.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a mixture of fish and dragons, because there are not only dock husbands, but also restaurant stalls, as well as men from major trading houses, and vendors all over the street corners.

And almost everyone here has joined a gang, and it seems that only in this way can they make a living in the county.

When the two of them stood in front of a mansion, two young men guarding the door immediately stepped forward, holding the saber at their waists while looking vigilantly about their intentions.

Seeing this, Ji Yuan smiled and took out a name card from his sleeve and handed it to one of the young men, saying that he wanted to visit a certain leader of the Three Swords Society.

As soon as the man saw the name on it, and he had the handwriting of the head of his own guild, he immediately turned around and ran into the mansion, presumably to find someone to report the matter.

"How many leaders will there be in the Three Blades?"

Zhao Yuansong asked curiously.

Seeing another young man, he reflexively returned to the gate and stood there, Ji Yuan nodded after hearing the sound, and explained a few words casually: "There are a total of three leaders of the Three Swords Society, and it is said that the founders of this gang are all good at using knives. ”

can be known as a family of three factions, these three knives will naturally have a good reputation in Qianyu City, once the three founders had one knife per person, and they fought for hundreds of miles, and all the underworld gangs did not dare to squeak.

The Three Swords Club has developed for more than 100 years, and the head of the meeting has also changed several times, and now only one of the three leaders is good at swords, and the other two are better at other weapons.

And the name card he handed out earlier was from the hand of the new head of the Three Swords Society, and the other party had invited him to the door many times, as if he wanted to ask for some kind of elixir.

It's just that he didn't want to contact the underworld gang, and he couldn't refine the elixir that the other party wanted, so he could only politely refuse, but he didn't expect to use that famous post today.

If he really wants to talk about it, he is still a little embarrassed in his heart at the moment.

Not long after, the young man who had left with his name post before hurried to the gate of the mansion with an old man with gray hair.

After handing back the name post, the former took two steps back, letting go of the smiling old man behind him.

Although this old man is old, his body is very tough, and he should have been a practitioner when he was young, and there was a flash of light in his eyes from time to time.

"Old man Weng Yang, it is our honor for the Taoist to call Weng Lao."

The other party hugged his fists with a bold expression, and smiled slightly at Zhao Yuansong on the side when the words fell.

Ji Yuan recited the number of honorifics while making a gesture, which can be regarded as a mutual salute with the old man.

"Please also ask the Taoist to come in."

Weng Yang stretched out his hand to invite, there was not so much red tape, some were just neat and neat of the people in the rivers and lakes.

The two glanced at each other, and then followed the old man across the gate and walked through the mansion of the Three Swords Society.

Although it was already the middle of the night, the candles were still lit in the mansion, and many young men could be seen wrestling with each other or competing in their own martial arts in the courtyard.

But what the two saw more was the scene of a group of men eating meat and drinking wine in a room with doors and windows wide open, and it seemed that hearty laughter could be heard in their ears at any time.

After a while, the two followed Weng Yang to a courtyard, and as soon as they crossed the courtyard gate, they could see a middle-aged man in a green shirt, standing in the small courtyard and looking up at the moon.

"Fifth master, the person has arrived."

Weng Yang took two steps forward and reminded loudly.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man slowly turned around, and a smile immediately appeared on his resolute face.

He stretched out his hand and motioned for the two people in front of him to sit down, and then lifted the lid of the pot on the stone table that was lit with a charcoal fire, and suddenly the aroma of boiling incense filled the air.

"The two of you came just in time, if it was earlier or later, this pot of meat would be a little less delicious."

The middle-aged man took out the dishes and chopsticks from the bamboo basket on the side, and then poured a bowl of wine for the two of them.

Just by smelling the smell of wine coming from the tip of your nose, you can tell that this wine is extremely strong.

"The moonlight is good tonight, accompanied by a cool breeze, and with a pot of fragrant meat, it is really the most beautiful thing in the world to eat and drink again."

While greeting the two people in front of him, he added a piece of fragrant meat and threw it into his mouth, and a look of satisfaction suddenly appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Ji Yuan smiled, and finally pinched the fragrant meat, and as soon as he put it in his mouth, his eyes suddenly lit up, and before he swallowed it in his mouth, he hurriedly sandwiched another piece.

I don't know how this pot of fragrant meat is made, what kind of seasonings are put in, the taste is surprisingly delicious, Rao is almost no mortal food, he just wanted to have a little fun, he couldn't help but eat a lot of meat.

As for Zhao Yuansong on the side, his face was a little hesitant at the moment, he naturally knew what the so-called fragrant meat was, and he was a little resistant in his heart, but when he saw the two of them eating so happily, he was also a little moved.

"Why did the little Taoist come tonight, I have invited you many times before, but each time it is a little disappointing!"

When half a pot of fragrant meat was eaten by the two, the middle-aged man drank the liquor in the bowl in one gulp, wiped his mouth with his sleeve robe without any image, and then said loudly.

Hearing this, Ji Yuan also put down the chopsticks in his hand, and said with a wry smile: "There is a reason for this, I have to come, and I ask the head of the three meetings to forgive me." ”

"The honorific title is waived, my name is Xu Liuqing, just shout Brother Xu."

Xu Liuqing waved her hand, she really didn't want to be polite at all.

It's just that Ji Yuan opened his mouth, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him who was old enough to be his 'father', and he couldn't shout 'big brother'.

In desperation, he could only shout apologetically: "Mr. Xu." ”

However, Zhao Yuansong on the side, after eating a few mouthfuls of fragrant meat, naturally called out to the eldest brother and asked how this pot of fragrant meat was made.

This question was asked about Xu Liuqing's interest, and he talked about his recipe endlessly, and when he paused, he didn't forget to ask why the two of them were here.

"Mr. Xu, there is a friend in Poor Dao who had a little conflict with the hall master of your gang tonight in Baihualou, and he should have been arrested and returned to the Three Swords Society."

Ji Yuan made a gesture and slowly explained the purpose of this trip.

And as the words fell, Xu Liuqing raised his eyebrows, and his face suddenly showed displeasure, and the little Taoist priest who watched it secretly exclaimed.

He poured himself a bowl of wine, raised his head and drank it cleanly, and then said in a dissatisfied tone: "You Taoist monk, how can you speak in a crepe, and you are not those bullshit Confucian students. ”

Xu Liuqing shook his head, called Weng Yang, who was waiting on the side, and asked him to ask if there was such a thing, and if it was not a big deal, he would directly lead the person over.

After Weng Yang was ordered to leave, he poured himself another wine, but he fell heavily on the table without taking two sips, and he could see that his mood was somewhat unhappy.

Seeing this, Ji Yuan had to smile bitterly, and hurriedly raised the wine bowl in front of him: "Thank you, Mr. Xu." ”

As soon as he raised his head, he drank not a drop of the liquor in the bowl, but as soon as the wine entered his throat, he couldn't help coughing again and again, and his face suddenly turned red.

I don't know if it was Ji Yuan's actions of no longer writing crepe, or the embarrassment of drinking for the first time, Xu Liuqing, who watched it, laughed constantly, and the displeasure on his face gradually receded.

"That's right, we people in the rivers and lakes, the most annoying thing is the red tape, except for getting in the way."

He looked a little disgusted, and said that the most annoying thing for him was Confucianism, and he was full of sage articles and people every day, and he was not happy at all when he started doing things, and he was just troublesome to death.

Zhao Yuansong on the side nodded again and again, with a look of deep approval on his face, he raised the wine bowl and drank with Xu Liuqing.

The two suddenly had a familiar posture, drinking constantly with each other, and almost scolded those Confucian students who were working with their mothers-in-law and mothers.

Ji Yuan, who watched this scene, couldn't cry or laugh, and he didn't expect that the gentle and polite he had always admired was very annoying in the eyes of some people.

However, it seems that because he doesn't know how to drink, the two people in front of him directly ignore him, and those who push the cup and change the lamp there have to shout that it is too late to see each other.

Ji Yuan was also happy to be like this, this kind of scene was really a little inappropriate, seeing that they were too lazy to take care of themselves, they took care of themselves to eliminate the remaining small half pot of fragrant meat.

It's just that before he could eat a few pieces, Weng Yang, who had left earlier, went back and forth, followed by an embarrassed-looking scholar.

It is actually a bit modest to say that he is embarrassed, and the scholar does not have a good cloth on his body, and what is exposed is not white and flowery skin, but bruises and purple scars, and even more than a dozen cuts in the flesh that have been whipped by the whip.

This person is Shen Lang, the scholar who gave up his good future and had to live in the slums, wanting to impress those who wanted to get something for nothing with the sage's articles and teachings.

As soon as he walked into the courtyard, after looking up and seeing Ji Yuan, he knew that he should have ignored it, and when he was relaxed, he saw wine and meat on the table, and immediately trotted all the way over.

Shen Lang didn't care about the two people who were pushing the cup and changing the lamp, he just smiled at Ji Yuan, and took a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo basket by himself, and ate fragrant meat again, and poured wine for himself.

Although it is a messy look with a cloak of hair, it is a face of enjoyment to eat, and it is a starving ghost reincarnated.

"Laughing."

Ji Yuan looked at the three people who were stunned on the side, and confessed with embarrassment.

At this time, he felt quite faceless, and he was so angry that he kicked Shen Lang under the table several times.

Who knew that after the scholar was kicked, he raised his head blankly, and looked at his friend around him with puzzled eyes: "Why are you kicking me?" ”

"Poof!"

"Hahahaha!"

Xu Liuqing and Zhao Yuansong were stunned for a moment, and then the former couldn't help but squirt out the wine in their mouths, and the latter laughed even more.

As for the 'culprit' scholar Shen Lang, he even blinked his eyes innocently, so angry that Ji Yuan's forehead was bruised, and he almost drew his sword and poked a few holes in this guy's body!