Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I was born to be useful, and my wealth will come back when it is gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

- Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine".

Although Li Bai is a literati, he also has a heroic heart.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. These two poems, for hundreds of years, have become the mantra of the heroes of the rivers and lakes. For a ranger, you can live without food, but you can't live without alcohol.

"Five-flowered horses, daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine." This is the style of the heroes of the rivers and lakes.

Since ancient times, emperors have loved the country and loved the beauty more. The heroes of the rivers and lakes are different, they also love beauty, but they may love wine more. Beauty will leave the hero at any time, but not wine. As long as the hero wants to drink, he can buy it at any time, and he can eliminate a few sorrows for you.

In Xuezhou City, there is a tallest pavilion restaurant, the highest place has six floors, drinking at the fence above the sixth floor, you can almost watch the entire scenery of Xuezhou City. In addition, Xuezhou City is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful scenery, and it is a good place to watch the scenery.

Therefore, above the sixth floor, the price is also the highest. Even if you order a normal dish, it is about twice as expensive as the one below. But even so, there are still many literati, dignitaries, and rangers who have come to the highest place of this pavilion restaurant to eat and drink at any cost.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with eating wine at the highest place, but the second shopkeeper who delivers the food suffers. However, this is something that the store should consider, the price above the sixth floor is the highest, and there is undoubtedly the hard work of the second shopkeeper inside. In this world, people are begging for money to live, as long as they ask for money, no matter how hard and tiring things are, someone will do them.

Because this pavilion restaurant is most suitable for viewing the scenery of Xuezhou City, it naturally has another name, called Guanjinglou.

Strictly speaking, the best viewing place in Xuezhou City is not this pavilion and observation tower, but the top of Youlan Mountain. However, although Youlan Mountain is not too high, it is extremely steep and dangerous, and ordinary people do not have good physical strength and endurance, so it is really not easy to go up to the top of the mountain. Even if you try your best to reach the top of the mountain, it takes a lot of effort and you are as tired as a pig or a dog, how can you still be in the mood to watch the scenery? In contrast, except for some martial arts heroes with extremely high martial arts, who will easily go up the mountain to view the scenery, the general nobles and gentlemen are still more willing to come to the second highest place in Xuezhou City to watch the scenery. For just a few dollars, you can enjoy the scenery while eating and drinking, and the beautiful scenery of the wine will naturally be more exciting.

Now, at the highest point of the observation tower, there are two strange people, drinking happily.

One is a bold and tall swordsman, and the other is a strange-looking monk.

The two of them didn't know how many cups they had eaten, and the little monk was red all over, and he was talking a little nonsense, as if he was a little drunk. However, the swordsman's alcohol consumption is very good, and it seems that there is really no one in the world who can compete with him.

"Good wine! The little monk is not drunk! Again! The little monk didn't speak very clearly.

Generally, drunk people like to say that they are "not drunk".

"I can't drink it, I'm a little drunk!" The swordsman waved his hand strongly.

Generally people who are not drunk like to say that they are "a little drunk"? But in fact, the real meaning of "a little drunk" is that I can still drink. The swordsman can say this, which can only mean that he can still drink himself, that is, he feels that the little monk is already drunk and can no longer drink.

People who are really virtuous in drinking, who drink without disorder, will think about others first, not themselves, at the wine table.

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. The first time the little monk drank alcohol, he naturally wanted to get drunk and not return. The little monk said loudly, and suddenly seemed to have some spirit again. It seems that he also understands the meaning of the swordsman, but he just feels that he can't drink it himself, so he deliberately excuses himself.

"Well said! There is wine today, drunk today, and sorrow tomorrow comes. Keep it up! As he spoke, the swordsman poured another cup for the little monk, and it seemed that this time, he really wanted to get the little monk drunk.

The little monk was obviously infected by the swordsman's arrogance, so he drank more than ten cups, and this time he seemed to have drunk a little too much, and accidentally vomited "wow".

This kind of thing, in a restaurant, is obviously a normal thing. The better the restaurant, the faster it will react to this kind of thing. The observation tower is the best restaurant in Xuezhou, especially on the highest floor, there is a little second ready at any time. The little monk had just vomited, and immediately Xiao Er came over to clean up the ground.

"Donor, I'm sorry!" The little monk had to apologize.

"It's okay! Master Slow Drink! It's just that when Xiao Er said this, he felt that something was wrong. Because monks generally don't drink alcohol, I don't want this monk to not only drink, but also drink so much.

"The donor must be thinking, why does a monk still drink so much wine?" Who knew that the little monk actually saw the mind of the second child in this shop.

"The master is too careful, and the little one doesn't think like this." Xiao Er said anxiously.

"Nope! The donor lied, you think so! You lie! The monk's words were a little confused.

"Oh! It's none of your business, Master, you're drunk! The swordsman had to relieve Xiao Er.

"Nope! The little monk is not drunk, the little monk is really not drunk. It's just that a monk who drinks and kills people can't seem to be called a 'master', right? The little monk seemed to be really drunk, but in the drunken words, there was still half a sentence of truth.

"Master Dabu, isn't it just a title? Why should the master mind! The swordsman said.

"That's right! One salutation, one salutation, one salutation......" the little monk said, no longer supporting, only lying down on the wine table.

"Sleep! Get some sleep and you're all right! The heart is quiet, it is annoying, the evil is gone, the devil is silent, the blood is heavy, and the strength is weak......

Collect the heart, settle in, end the fate, Zen enlightenment, and emptiness...... The Buddha is extinguished, the nightmare is hidden, the void is gone, the qi enters the ten thousand acupoints, and the origin is returned to the sect. The little monk was asleep, but the voice of the swordsman kept coming from his ears, and the words were all these strange, incomprehensible, and unintelligible words.

The little monk faintly heard the swordsman's voice, only to feel that his body was getting more and more comfortable, and the idea in his heart that had been excited suddenly relaxed, and people became easy and relaxed, without any burden at all.

The little monk slept comfortably and calmly. This is probably the most restful sleep he's had since he fell into the spell.