Volume 1 The Sword Chapter 37 The Sword Wine Stops at Midnight in the Third Watch
What kind of man's fingers are more slender than women's, and what kind of work does a person have to do before he wipes his fingers one by one?
It can be seen that the young man cherishes his hands very much. The wiping action is very skillful, and the middle finger and index finger are wiped back and forth several times.
The man in Tsing Yi stepped down from the bow of the boat and walked straight to the endless wine shop. The sound of the lute in the cabin was still there, but there were no lyrics.
After the young man finished wiping his ten fingers, he waved his right hand lightly, and on the table with the brightest candle flame on the right, four stools that had been put away and were ready to close fell from the table.
Then gently hook the middle finger, two jars of wine and two bowls, and automatically fly out of a curtain in the back door. It automatically lands on the table where the stool is set.
The man in Tsing Yi with a hat stepped into the threshold, and the young man stretched out his hand to the right and said with a smile: "Please sit-"
The man in Tsing Yi walked in front of the young man without saying a word, and sat down silently.
The young man also sat down, photographed the mud seal on the wine jar, and poured wine for the Tsing Yi man with a smile on his face. It seems that he has met an old friend, and it seems that he is enthusiastically fulfilling the friendship of the landlord.
The man in Tsing Yi watched motionlessly as the young man sat down in front of him, and while watching the young man pour two bowls of wine, he said lightly in a somewhat hoarse voice: "Why do you want to pour wine for me these times?"
The young man paused with his hand holding the wine jar, his eyes were clear, and he smiled: "Maybe, I want to drink with you." β
"Drink with me?"
The people in Tsing Yi were a little surprised. As far as he can remember, no one ever drank with him.
"Or maybe I want to drink myself. β
The young man put down the wine jar, propped his left elbow casually on the edge of the table, leaned over and sighed. There was a touch of helplessness in the smile.
The man in Tsing Yi pondered for a while and asked, "Why do you want to drink?" β
The young man propped his right elbow on the edge of the table, his shoulders shrugged up with his tight arms, and a pair of eyes that looked like ordinary people fell on the man in Tsing Yi.
Ruchu smiled and said, "Because, your golden sword resting in the cabin is really powerful." I can't kill you. β
The Tsing Yi man's right hand on his lap stretched out and picked up the wine that the young man had poured for him: "Oh?
The young man watched as the man in Tsing Yi passed under the green veil with wine, and a rumbling sound of strong wine entering his throat came from under the green veil.
smiled: "Every time you finish drinking, you get up and leave, and you never have the intention of settling the bill, and I have no way to do it." β
The man in Tsing Yi put down the remaining half of the wine and said, "Do you think that if you sit down and drink with me, you can lose a little less." β
The young man looked at the bowl full of wine in front of him, shook his head and sighed, "Actually, I don't drink, alas-"
Raise the bowl, tilt your head, and drink it all.
The eyes under the green veil of the people in Tsing Yi are like two bottomless wells.
There was no water in the well, only darkness.
The thumb, middle finger, and index finger of his right hand pressed against the wine bowl of the same color as his clothes, and the thumb slid lightly: "Why don't you open your mouth to ask me for an account?"
"Don't dare, I'm afraid of death. β
The young man wiped the wine that overflowed from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief: "I'm so young, I want to live a few more years." β
"In this way, you are not doing a lot of loss-making business. β
The young man didn't look at the three fingers of the Tsing Yi man holding the bowl, carrying the wine jar to add wine to the Tsing Yi man.
smiled casually: "That's not true, it's just a loss of you, and the others will either leave a hundred times the money, or leave their flesh and blood." β
The young man retracted his hand and began to refill himself with wine: "You also know that people like us who have met each other have no big ambitions, and they just want to live a peaceful and stable life. You say yes, right?"
The man in Tsing Yi picked up the wine and drank it under the green veil motionlessly: "What you said is very reasonable. β
The young man looked at the bowl that was slowly lowered from the green yarn, and his face was helpless: "You drank more urgently than usual this time, at this rate, you should drink four jars of wine from me tonight." β
Tsing Yi said: "If you add your own four altars, then there are eight altars in total." β
The young man turned his head to the side, took a deep breath, and kept pointing his finger at the table: "This... This... Isn't that a little too ruthless..."
Tsing Yi said: "You can try to kill me." β
The young man glanced at the man in Tsing Yi in a daze: "How can I try this kind of thing? If I don't succeed, won't it ruin my reputation?"
"But if you succeed, you'll be famous. β
The man in Tsing Yi grabbed the wine jar and poured a bowl of wine for himself.
The young man watched Bai Huahua's wine fall into the bowl and said solemnly: "I am not a gambler, I never do things that I am not sure of." β
"It's a good habit. β
The man in Tsing Yi picked up the bowl for the third time.
The young man lowered his eyes and stopped looking at the bowl. He suddenly hoped that the Tsing Yi guest would drink as much as possible, preferably drunk in his shop...
But as soon as his idea came to him, it was immediately shattered.
The man in Tsing Yi put down the bowl and said, "Don't think too much, I drink more wine than you drink, and I don't know what drunk I am until today." β
The young man covered his lips with the back of his fingers and coughed lightly: "Since you haven't drunk so much wine, why do you want to drink?"
Tsing Yi said: "Why do you open a store to lure customers and kill customers for money, but you don't rob or steal?"
The young man smiled silently, and he already understood what the Tsing Yi man meant.
He seems to love money as much as his life, obeying it, and doing whatever it takes to get it, but no one sees that his goal is not actually for money, but for enjoying the process of achieving it.
Moreover, the process of enjoying him is not the process of making money...
Young people did not continue the problem.
The process he wants to enjoy, and his hobbies, no matter how mad and dehumanizing they are, he will not allow others to judge them arbitrarily.
After a moment of conversation, he asked, "You came to me this time, and as usual, you want to kill people here?"
Tsing Yi said: "In the entire Luoyang City, I can't find a better place than you." β
"Is it close to the outside of the city, so that it is convenient to bury the corpses? Or is it that the moon is dark and the wind is high, and the atmosphere is gloomy, and it has a murderous atmosphere?"
"You've killed so many people, have you ever buried your bodies?"
The young man lowered his head slightly and said with a faint smile: "Those who die in my hands never leave a corpse." β
Tsing Yi said: "I can feel that your killing skills have improved a lot." β
"Yes. β
The young man nodded immodestly: "In terms of their own cultivation, the way in the sword, I am inferior to you, but in terms of killing skills, you are far inferior to me." β
The young man's gaze changed slightly, and a hint of murder flashed through it. In that short moment, a yin wind was born, making the faces of peaceful and approachable people suddenly look like terrifying ghosts.
"I'm just a little curious about what kind of person will be the one who asked you to make a move this time. β
The man in Tsing Yi said calmly: "No need to be curious, you will know soon." β
As soon as the young man stretched out his left hand, two jars of wine flew out from behind the curtain and landed on the table between him and the man in Tsing Yi: "For the sake of having drunk a lot of wine from me, can you give it to me?"
The people in Tsing Yi didn't think about it: "It's not good." β
The young man pressed his palms together, rubbed them gently, and sighed, "You're trying to force me to rob it." β
The man in Tsing Yi poured wine and didn't look at the young man: "You can't rob it either." β
After speaking, he seemed to feel a little unkind, and added: "If you feel itchy hands, I can let you live a hidden hand after killing him." β
The young man glared: "Then I won't be a little shoemaker?"
"It's better to have small shoes to wear than no shoes to wear. β
The young man's expression froze, and he thought carefully: "Then I'd rather not wear it." β
The man in Tsing Yi was not talking.
He only raised his head slightly upwards with the hat on his head.
The young man took a sip of wine, slapped the bowl on the table, and said unhappily: "These three people are so damned that they dare to fly over my roof!"
Before the words fell, three figures had landed at the door of the wine store from the eaves.
The man in the middle was a heroic man, also a young man, with a sword at his waist and a green coat. The left and right are both in their early thirties, dressed in black.
The young man in green heard what the young shopkeeper had just said, and clasped his fists at the young shopkeeper and said, "I don't want to do it in the next moment, if you have any offense, I hope you will forgive me." β
The young man turned his head sideways and sneered, "You're-"
The young man in green was making a gesture: "In Yanqingming, Xiayouzhou." β
The young man's eyes were certain, with a hint of surprise on his face: "It turned out to be the only remaining young master of Youzhou among the five famous families today, which really surprised me." β
The young man unintentionally glanced at the Tsing Yi guest opposite, stood up and waved his hand to Yan Qingming and said, "Please insideβ"
"Thank you. β
Yan Qing bowed his head and raised his feet into the wine shop.
The young man waved his right hand, and four stools neatly fell off the table behind him, and asked Yan Qingming: "The young master is not far away, he has traveled a long way, and he must have suffered a lot of wind and rain on the road, and he came to my small non-stop wine shop tonight, but I don't know what the young master wants to drink?"
Yan Qingming's gaze turned from the young man to the man in Tsing Yi who was sitting, and he closed his head again and said, "Three watches in the middle of the night, stop the sword wine." β
The young man turned his gaze and glanced at Yan Qingming and Tsing Yiren. It has been determined in my heart that this ghost lord and young master are here for the people in Tsing Yi, and it is impossible to determine that the people in Tsing Yi are going to kill tonight, is it this ghost lord and young master?
Young people are not in a hurry. made it look like he didn't see anything, and said with a smile: "The young master is not a child of a family who is famous all over the world, and the wine he drinks is different from ours, but my small nameless wine shop does not have this kind of wine, but I am afraid that it will sweep the young master's interest." β
The motionless Tsing Yi said: "He is asking me for this glass of wine." β
The young man frowned, and his face was full of incredulity: "You, a person who never gives money for drinking, still have people begging you for a drink?"
The man in Tsing Yi picked up the wine in front of him and drank it all: "Although I didn't give money, I also left your life." β
The young man pursed his lips a few times, and suddenly didn't know how to answer, and it took a long time to hold back a sentence: "Then now someone is begging you for wine, do you give it or don't give it?"
The people in Tsing Yi are as decisive as ever: "Don't give!"
Yan Qingming had already thought that it would be such a result before she came, but she never thought that she would be rejected so simply, and her heart couldn't help but throb with this sentence.
"The entanglement of grievances is endless, this indescribable fateful entanglement has gone through hundreds of years, do you want it to continue?"
Tsing Yi said: "I don't want to." β
"Then why did Your Excellency make an appointment with that man in the name of the deceased?"
"Because I want to end this entanglement within a month. β