As the old saying goes, there are fewer than a thousand cups of wine for a confidant.

Xiao Feng felt that it was very good to use it in the scene in front of him.

Because regardless of whether the old and the young in front of them are confidants or not, looking at the posture does mean that a thousand cups will not be poured.

Neither the wine order, nor the fist guessing wine, a few pots of wine in the stomach, the two of them are still staring, you drink a glass, I pour a glass, and praise the good wine and good wine, this amount of wine alone is enough to applaud.

Chu Ling was stunned for a moment, and asked strangely, "Is it so delicious?"

Xiao Feng looked at him with a smile, "Didn't you drink it?"

"It's so spicy, I didn't taste it. The primordial spirit blinked.

"One more drink, then. Zhang Ran didn't know when he listened to the conversation between the two, and threw away a pot of wine.

"Hey!" Chu Ling exclaimed, and hurriedly caught it, looking at Xiao Feng a little helplessly.

Xiao Feng ignored him, hooked the corners of his mouth, raised his hand to pick up the teacup, sent it to his lips and frowned, put it down again, took another teacup, wanted to pour tea, shook it and simply gave up, stood up and went outside.

Chu Ling blinked blankly, picked up Xiao Feng's teacup and sniffed it, stuck out his tongue and licked it.

It's spicy, it's spicy...... Well, it's a little bitter, a little astringent, as if it's ...... And a little sweet.

Chu Ling stuck out his tongue and licked it again.

It's really sweet, it's a little sour, well, it's smooth, it's quite fragrant, and it doesn't seem to be as bad as it used to be.

So, when Xiao Feng came back after asking for tea, there were more than two wine fairies in the private room.

Zhang Ran raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiao Feng, a little proud, "Doll, come on?"

Xiao Feng shook his head, sat down casually, and continued to drink tea by himself.

The so-called thousand flavors in wine, although he is curious, he is limited to sniffing, and he can't think about anything else.

Zhang Ran pursed his lips boringly, turned his head and pulled two young people for a drink.

Xiao Feng watched quietly, and he didn't feel bored, as long as he wanted to, he had enough things in his head to help him relieve his boredom.

The drizzle is getting heavier, the night is falling, the breeze is coming, and the lake is rippling.

Three alcoholic guys finally got drunk.

Chu Ling and Zhang Ran's wine is very good, they don't say a word when they are drunk, they only drink hard, but Nangong Qingya is not honest, he doesn't pull Xiao Feng to drink, Xiao Feng has a good temper, and he doesn't feel offended, but he doesn't know how to drink, and he takes the wine glass and changes the empty glass casually.

After drinking for a long time, Nangong Qingya pulled Xiao Feng to engrave on the 'mean', and tossed for a long time before he was satisfied and fell asleep like mud.

The next day, the two woke up.

The light rain had stopped, the sky was a little overcast, and a slight breeze blew the green water on the lake.

Xiao Feng and Chu Ling have long since left, and they have not left a word, but the 'mean' has not been taken away, and the wind has not been taken away.

Nangong Qingya looked at the word "wind" and the word "cliff" on the "mean" in a daze, he didn't think that his carving on the sword would make the family elders jump like thunder, but that yesterday he vaguely remembered that the young man seemed to ask him, if he didn't recognize him one day, would he be angry with him?

Will he be angry with him? Nangong Qingya didn't know, but the young man left the sword, but he felt that something was wrong, was it a surprise? That's it, that guy must be afraid that he would break the peach branch again in the future, and it was really interesting.

He came back to his senses, smiled, and carved a word next to the two new words, Xia.

When he carved that word, his face was indescribably solemn.

When Zhang Ran saw it on the side, his expression couldn't help but be a little trance-like.

That year, he carried a knife on his back, and met the down-and-out young man, who was dressed in gray and carried a long sword.

The two fought heartily when they met, and it seemed that the tacit understanding in the previous life did not need to be greeted.

That battle was won or lost.

Then he gave the young man a drink.

He was drunk, but the young man was not drunk, and when he woke up, the young man was already gone.

At that time, he thought, the young man was too uninteresting.

Later, they often fought each other, each time it was a dead end, and every time he would invite the young man to drink, but every time the young man did not drink at all.

Later, he became a sword, he became a sword god, he was sharp, he was low-key and introverted, so he became the object of those people's pursuit, they were no longer opponents, but friends, every time he was hunted down, there was always someone behind him to help him block those dark arrows, no regrets.

At that time, he thought, this guy is still quite righteous.

Later, the men stopped hunting him down, and the man was gone.

He was a little disappointed, the guy was still not interesting enough.

Until one day, the youth was no longer a youth, and the long sword was no longer a long sword, and the guy actually took the initiative to invite him to drink.

That day, both of them were so drunk that he vaguely remembered that the guy had said two words.

I'm sorry for them.

I will never come out with a sword again.

When he woke up again, the guy was gone, leaving behind a severed sword, the one without the hilt.

He remembered that he was also stunned for a moment, and wrote a word on the half-broken sword, with such a solemn expression.

What kind of word was engraved at the beginning, it seems to be a chivalrous word.

It's just a little later......

He didn't sleep for a month, and searched all the places where he might find the guy, only to hear that the woman he told his sister-in-law to wait for the guy for twenty years died, but he couldn't find even a corner of the guy's clothes, and finally fell off the horse and fell asleep for three days.

When he woke up, he laughed and shook the broken sword into pieces, never slashing again.

The guy who had an accident helped him, but that guy didn't say anything when he had an accident, what kind of bullshit friend he was?

Nangong Qingya carved the words, and returned the sword to the sheath with satisfaction, and looked up just to see Zhang Ran looking at him with a complicated face, and he didn't think much about it, he grinned with his fists, "Yesterday I drank with my seniors, and I haven't asked my seniors for their names?"

Zhang Ran came back to his senses and rolled his eyes, "Who did you learn this from in crepe, old man Zhang Ran." ”

"Zhang Ran?" Nangong Qingya muttered, naturally not thinking that he had encountered a terrifyingly famous tyrant knife, and suddenly realized: "You are the old man who saved Xiaofeng when he met the rolling flotsam...... Seniors?"

Zhang Ranqing coughed, what is it called to save easily, as if he was reluctant, he reacted again, frowned, and said, "This, the doll also told you?"

"Hmm. Nangong Qingya didn't know why he nodded.

"Then what else did he say?" Zhang Ran asked with interest.

"I said it all the way, but it was too boring, and the younger generation didn't listen to it much, so if the seniors were curious, the younger generations couldn't talk about it. Nangong Qingya said vigilantly.

"Huh. Zhang Ran looked at Nangong Qingya meaningfully.

Nangong Qingya was stared at by Zhang Ran, and laughed dryly, "That, the junior still has something to do, so I will leave first." ”

With that, he turned around and left.

Zhang Ran suddenly laughed behind his back and shouted, "Slow, the old man asks you, if one day, Xiao Feng suddenly denies you, what should you do?"

"He said that he was still young, and his brother would talk about it in two years, so if he didn't admit it, he wouldn't admit it. Nangong Qingya glanced at Zhang Ran strangely, thought about it and said.

"Huh. Zhang Ran shook his head with a smile, left first, and said with a low smile, "That doll uses the old man as a groom, and says to stay." ”

Nangong Qingya didn't know why, and he looked dazed.