"Drinking is all about having a good time.

When you make an appointment with five or seven friends, play the mountains and rivers, play the piano and admire the moon, sing and dance, dance swords and chant poems, and have the most enjoyable time, shouldn't you have a few drinks?

At this time, you reach into your arms and find that you don't have the right wine glass, and you don't have a good time drinking, you don't have a good time playing, and you don't have a good time from head to toe.

If you encounter something bad and want to use wine to drown your sorrows, no matter how mellow the wine is, at this time there will only be a sour and astringent taste, but at least it can relieve your worries.

At this time, you reach into your arms and find that you don't have the right wine glass, and you are more and more unhappy.

You encounter a life-and-death battle, your blood is boiling, your arrogance is soaring, you can drink a pot, and you will kill a lot.

Need a wine glass?

Directly open the wine bag, drink the spirits, and then shake the wine bag away, the wine power surges, and let it go.

At this time, you reach into your arms and find that there are more than a dozen wine glasses in your arms, and you are worried that someone will break them during the fight, how can you be proud?

Drinking wine is about style, but is it not just a wine glass?

Do you know what wine to go with what music?

Do you know what wine to go with what scenery?

Do you know what kind of food can enhance the flavor, what dance can enhance the flavor, and what swordsmanship can add color?

This old gentleman, if you talk about drinking freely, you don't do it enough freely, if you say that the literati are elegant, or even the etiquette norms, you are only at the level of entry! ”

A rare tirade for Hu Chong.

It's still the same sentence, Ling Hu Chong's learning ability is very flexible, you can remember what you like to listen to once, and what you don't like is in the left ear and out of the right ear, and then you forget it.

Zhu Yueming took Ling Hu Chong to enjoy it a few times, and talked about drinking etiquette a few times, and he remembered it all.

The words that Fang just said were said by Zhu Yueming when he ridiculed a few sour talents, which made Hu Chong mistakenly think that Zu Qianqiu was the target of Shen Lian's investigation, so he deleted and changed Zhu Yueming's words, made provocative remarks, and prepared to fight.

Zu Qianqiu is most proud of the wine glasses he has carefully collected, and he feels that no one in the world is better at drinking than him, and only he can taste wine.

Ling Hu Chong's words were to trample his arrogance into the muddy ground, and trample on two or three hundred feet.

If you're looking for wild pleasure, carrying a wine glass with you is too restrictive and restraining.

Xiao Feng vs. Juxianzhuang, vs. Shaolin Temple, holding a big bowl or wine bag, drinking more than a dozen catties of spirits in a row, arrogant and admirable.

What's the deal with holding a wine glass?

Doesn't that make people laugh out of their big teeth?

If you pursue the elegance of etiquette, only the wine glass is too far away, the etiquette is a complete set, a collection of music, dance and poetry, and the wine glass is just a small path.

The literati gathered, and the poems were drunk, which was called flowing and winding water, singing and singing, and narrating the romance.

The military attachés and generals gathered, the sword dance and the wine, that is called 800 miles under the command, and the fifty strings turned over the outside sound!

Zhu Yueming has sharp teeth and sharp mouth, and her scolding ability is better than Shen Lian, so Hu Chong doesn't understand it very well, but he directly deleted the original words, and Zu Qianqiu was dumbfounded.

"This ...... This one...... This one...... Could it be that the old man's half-life pursuit is worthless? ”

Zu Qianqiu stammered and died of grief.

Ling Hu Chong regretted a little in his heart, did he say too ruthlessly, he didn't look like a killer!

"The old gentleman's words are wrong, I have already said that drinking is to have a good time, and the old gentleman feels happy when he drinks, that is valuable."

"Well said, when the big white floats!"

Zu Qianqiu breathed a sigh of relief, and said in his heart that my life has not been in vain, I used to think that Ling Hu Chong was a bad boy with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, but now I feel that it is very pleasing to the eye.

"Brother Linghu, let me introduce to you, the jar you are drinking now is Guanwai liquor, the wine taste is excellent, but it is a pity that there is a lack of fragrant gas, it is best to drink it in a rhino horn cup, it is very mellow......"

"This is Fenjiu, it should be a jade cup!"

"It's wine, in a glow-in-the-dark glass!"

"This is sorghum wine, with bronze jue!"

"This is a hundred herb wine, with an ancient rattan cup!"

Zu Qianqiu knows a lot about wine glasses, and has collected a lot of precious wine glasses, although there are many fine wines in Huiyanlou, he can always find the most suitable wine utensils.

Ling Hu Chong and Zu Qianqiu were tasting wine, Shangguan Xue'er and Qu Feiyan were shopping, although there was a task in them, but girls were shopping, how could they care about any task?

watched juggling, ate snacks, and listened to commentary, and the two played until the evening, and then they were ready to return to Liu's Mansion.

Suddenly, the mournful sound of the piano came from afar.

The sound of the piano is melodious, which contains an indescribable sense of hatred, just like the destruction of the country and the family, full of grief and indignation, and like being bullied and insulted, and the depression is difficult to eliminate.

Heaven and earth are full of desolation and slaughter, like a blind pianist who only plays the piano and a little girl who listens to the piano.

Qu Feiyan didn't feel anything about it, but Shangguan Xue'er had personally experienced the tragic changes in the family, and had heard the elders say that Jin Pengguo was bullied because of his weak national strength.

Hearing the sound of the piano, Shangguan Xue'er immediately stopped, and couldn't help but shed tears in her bright big eyes.

Shangguan Xue'er's heart is deficient, especially the lack of parental love and the kindness of elders.

If it weren't for the fact that after apprenticeship, Shen Lian would have completed the role of her father in her heart, I am afraid that she would not be able to help but burst out with murderous intent.

Shen Lian is a father who is as powerful as a god.

Zuo Shi is a mother who is as gentle as water.

Mo Xiaobei, Yue Lingshan, Qu Feiyan, classmates of White Horse Academy, are her playmates of the same age.

Tong Xiangyu is the best psychological mentor.

The lack of heart was made up for a lot, but in the end, the time was too short to make up for it completely, and I couldn't help but burst into tears when I heard the sound of the piano that was grieved to the extreme.

Shangguan Xue'er couldn't control her steps, sat opposite the blind pianist, listened to the piano quietly, and let the pianist use his superb skills to draw out the inner obstacles.

It is also a practice.

Dayu controls the water, and it is better to be sparse than blocked.

To resolve the psychological shadow and inner loss, it is not only necessary to resolve it with warmth, but also to guide the negative emotions out, and then release them in one go.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Shangguan Xue'er took out a large handful of copper coins, put them in the jar next to the two, and praised: "The two of you are really good skills, you are all sad people!" ”

The piano master's thin face was full of bitterness: "A song of liver and intestines is broken, where to find a bosom friend at the end of the world, I didn't expect my bosom friend to be a little girl." ”

"The rhythm of music comes from the heart, if there is no feeling from the heart, how can it be regarded as a bosom friend?"

"The girl is so knowledgeable, although I really want to play another song for the girl, but it has reached the end of the song, and the old man is leaving, so we will meet again."

The violinist got up, put the piano behind his back, explored the way with a bamboo stick, and groped his way into the distance.

The rising moon shed a faint light, but unfortunately the luthier could not see the light, so he could only walk slowly, slowly moving forward, step by step towards the darkness.

Qu Feiyan wanted to ask, but seeing Shangguan Xue'er's tearful appearance, he had to comfort his friend first.

After returning to Liu's Mansion, Qu Feiyan finally couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked, "Xue'er, is this person an old man from Jinpeng Kingdom?" Is it the ancient rhyme of Jinpeng playing? ”

Shangguan Xue'er shook her head: "It's just been twenty years since Chengping in the world, and the country is ruined, not to mention the Shangguan family of Jinpeng Country, where is there no sad person in the world?" ”

"This person's tune is so sad, when grandpa is the saddest, the tune he plays will not be like this, he must have suffered countless grievances and suffered a lot."

Qu Feiyan has been influenced by Qu Yang since he was a child, and he knows a lot about the rhythm, although he can't feel the sadness from the heart, he can hear the sadness in the rhythm.

Shangguan Xue'er wiped away the tears on her face: "This guy has not only suffered countless grievances and suffered a lot, but also killed many people, and we almost died." ”

"What do you mean?"

"I can feel the murderous intent in him, like a demon asking for his life, which makes people chill in their bones!"

Shangguan Xue'er was very smart, and knew that what Shen Lian asked her to find must be this violinist, and even guessed that the killer who assassinated him was this blind piano master.

……

Ling Hu Chong walked drunkenly towards Liu's mansion.

On the way, I saw a drunken man, who was so drunk that he almost fell into a well.

Ling Hu Chong laughed dumbly, and said in his heart that this person is really a drunkard, I am afraid that if he falls into the well, he can lie at the bottom of the well and sleep, which is already excessive.

was about to help the drunk man up, but found that the drunk man was dressed extremely gorgeously and wore a purple and gold crown on his head.

The drunken man hung a fish talisman from the Tang Dynasty around his waist, which was a symbol of official status, and Zhu Yueming had a pair of excellent fish talismans in his hand, which were his treasures.

According to Zhu Yueming, this is the fish talisman worn by a certain criminal department secretary in the Tang Dynasty, the boss of Zhu Yueming's top boss, and Zhu Yueming's dream!

The drunkard's fish talisman and Zhu Yueming's fish talisman can almost be said to be exactly the same, and the quality is even better.

Ling Hu Chong was drunk and irrational, so he walked over drunkly and quipped, "Which book is this gentleman?" Are you the secretary of the criminal department? ”

The drunk man breathed wine and said, "How do you know that I am the secretary of the criminal department?" The official He Zhizhang ......"

Ling Hu Chong vaguely remembered that Shen Lian once told him that the people who liked to drink the most in the Tang Dynasty were He Zhizhang, but he was a waiter in the Ministry of Rites.

After He Zhizhang's death, he posthumously presented the book of the Ministry of Gifts.

No matter how you calculate it, He Zhizhang has nothing to do with the Criminal Department, this drunk is definitely drunk.

"Brother is joking, He Zhizhang has been dead for hundreds of years, and he is from the Ministry of Rites, and the Shangshu of the Criminal Department is a big fat man, his name is Zhu Yueming."

"What is Zhu Yueming?"

"Zhu Yueming is a person, not a thing!"

The two drunks were messing nonsense, and just when Ling Hu Chong dragged the drunk He Shangshu away from the wellhead and wanted to leave, He Shangshu suddenly opened his eyes.

The drunken eyes were no longer drunk, and his hands slammed into the acupoints on Ling Huchong's chest.

The blow was sudden, and it was so brilliant that it was perfect.

Drunk and lying in the clouds Seven Killers!

Among the peerless martial arts in the world with words such as "wine" and "drunk", the Seven Killers of Drunken Lying Clouds are not the most powerful, but they are the most exquisite and subtle.

He Shangshu made a sneak attack, Ling Hu Chong was absolutely unstoppable, but Ling Hu Chong was very lucky, and he drank with Zu Qianqiu during the day, Zu Qianqiu felt that Ling Hu Chong's knowledge was far better than him, and gave him more than a dozen wine glasses.

These wine glasses were in Linghu Chong's chest pocket, He Shangshu grabbed it, and just grabbed the wine glass, the ancient vine cup and the rhino horn cup collapsed at the touch, but the golden cup and jade cup were quite strong, just enough to block the claw strength.

If it was a normal situation, Ling Hu Chong would subconsciously urge the internal strength to resist, his chest was pushed forward, and He Shangshu's sharp claws were grabbed downward, and the golden cup and jade cup would definitely not be able to stop it.

It was also a coincidence that Ling Hu Chong was drunk.

The drunk Linghu Chong was unsteady on his feet, was pushed by the claws, took a few steps back, and squatted on the ground with a buttocks, just unloading the strength.

The pain in the buttocks made Ling Hu Chong regain his senses, he was a prodigal and chic character, he didn't care about his demeanor, he was a lazy donkey rolling, pulling out his sword when he rolled, shooting the scabbard flying, standing up, and the horizontal sword in front.

"You want to kill me?"

"Can't Ben Shangshu kill you?"

"Linghu Chong doesn't kill unarmed people, do you have a blade? If you have no blade, pick up my scabbard, unarmed, I will not kill you! ”

He Shangshu is a ruthless killer, he originally wanted to sneak attack and stun Ling Hu Chong, and then throw him into the well.

The next morning, the story will be heard;

——The eldest disciple of Chaoyang Peak, Ling Hu Chong, drank heavily, returned drunk, fell into a well, and lost his life.

Unexpectedly, Ling Hu Chong was so lucky that he used this way to dodge the killing move, looking at the scabbard that Ling Hu Chong threw over, He Shangshu's beard was all open.

"Linghu Chong, you are looking for death!"

"You were going to kill me, why should I come to find death or not death? Hurry up and draw your sword, let me see how much skill you have as a guy who calls yourself Shangshu! ”

He Shangshu is good at grappling, but he is not unskilled in swordsmanship, there is a soft sword hidden in his belt, and he was furious by Linghu, and immediately pulled out the sword out of the sheath, saying that Ben Shangshu is going to make you drunkard into a drunken roast duck!

Seeing the sword in He Shangshu's hand, a smile appeared in Ling Hu Chong's eyes, and Shen Lian's words came to mind.

"Brother Linghu, Dugu Nine Swords claims to be able to break ten thousand laws with one sword, but in the end, it depends on your own accumulation, what you are best at is swordsmanship, and you are also the best at cracking swordsmanship.

If the opponent attacks you with punches and kicks, how do you deal with it? Do you know how to break your fists?

Tactics are to weaken the enemy and improve yourself.

If the opponent has a sword in his hand and he can't use punches and kicks, you will become stronger. ”

Ling Hu Chong kept in mind Shen Lian's entrustment, and deliberately stimulated He Shangshu to take the blade, He Shangshu's martial arts were far above Ling Hu Chong, if it was a fist and foot kung fu, three moves could kill Ling Hu Chong, but he pulled out his sword.

He was competing with Linghu Chong in swordsmanship.

The drunk Linghu Chong was unsteady on his hands and feet, and his brain was also confused, just getting rid of all the shackles, making moves as he wanted, and he could play Dugu Nine Swords.

Even if Shen Lian took a sword against Ling Hu Chong, unless he used brute force to smash it, it would be very troublesome.

Coincidentally, He Shangshu is good at tricks.

He was competing with Dugu Jiujian.

He was competing with Linghu Chong, who had an epiphany.

Let's bless this hapless warrior!

Half an hour later, He Shangshu's purple gold crown was cut off by the sword, and there were seven or eight wounds on his body, and the sword in his hand was picked up by Linghu Chong, and he ran away in a panic.

It's horrible!

How could this Huashan disciple be so terrifying?

Ling Hu Chong staggered back to Liu's Mansion, and the last thought in his mind was that what Shen Lian said was really right!

That's right, I'm up late again today

(End of chapter)