The rivers and lakes are the stage of heroes and prodigal sons.

And whether it is a hero or a prodigal son, there must be one thing in their stories.

Such a thing is wine.

Some people drink to kill their sorrows, and some people make fun of it.

Some people love it, and some people hate it.

There are many people who love it and many who hate it, but there is no one who can ignore it.

Neither heroes nor prodigal sons.

Huo Meng understood this truth, so he only wanted to get the best wine in the world.

So where is the best wine in the world?

That's a good question, but it's also a stupid question.

Wine is like a sword, and the best sword must be made from the best steel by the best swordsmith.

The best wine should also have the best reputation.

"Golden Wind Guizi" has such a name.

The West Lake is the most beautiful lake in the world, the morning dew and sunset rain building next to the West Lake is the largest green building in the south of the Yangtze River, and the most beautiful Oiran lady in the morning and dew and sunset rain building is the most beautiful person than their own wives in the eyes of all the people in the rivers and lakes, and the golden wind laurel she brews is the first wine in the world.

Jinfeng Guizi only brews ten jars a year, and all these ten jars will be sold out on the first day of September every year.

Why are there only 10 jars, and why are they all sold out in just one day?

Because the best cinnamon in the world is only enough to brew ten jars of golden wind cinnamon, because these ten jars of golden wind cinnamon are the best to drink on this day!

Yes, Jinfeng Guizi can only be called the world's best wine on the first day of the ninth lunar month!

Yes, wine is really the same as swords, and it can only be called the best in the world for a moment!

In any case, there is very little alcohol, but there are always many people who want to buy it.

So much so that even Huo Meng, the second hall master of the Wudao Hall, the largest gang in Hangzhou, has never bought it.

No, he's not the second hall master anymore.

The Lobby Master died three days ago, so now he is the Lobby Master.

But he still never bought it after all.

Today's Huo Meng was fully prepared, and he brought enough silver, which was all the silver in the entire Black Dao Hall.

But he knew it wasn't enough.

Can't you buy what you like with enough silver?

Silver is enough to buy naturally, but even if it can be bought, it doesn't necessarily belong to you.

Huo Meng also brought a knife, a black knife, and the most terrifying black knife in the Black Knife Hall.

He knows that if you like something, you must not only have the ability to get it, but also have the ability to keep it-

After all, there is very little wine, but there are many people who want to get it.

Huo Meng took his silver and knife into the Chaolu Xiyu Building, on this ordinary morning, on this extraordinary day.

He has been here countless times, and each time it has given him infinite tenderness and liveliness.

Today's morning dew and sunset rain building is the most crowded day of the year, and it should also be the most gentle and lively day of the year.

But today there is neither gentleness nor liveliness.

There is only a silence, a complex silence.

Huo Meng didn't understand, didn't understand why he was so silent on the most lively day.

He was angry because no one was qualified to face Jin Feng Guizi with silence!

He roared angrily: "Are they all dumb? Where is Jin Feng Guizi, quickly move out for Lao Tzu!"

His voice was loud, loud enough for everyone to hear.

But in fact, no one seemed to hear it.

No one looked at him, no one spoke, all looked in one direction.

Smack-

There was a crisp sound, like the jar being smashed to the ground.

Smack-

Two ......

Three ......

The voice rang out nine times.

It's almost exactly the same every time.

The same calmness, the same crispness, the same elegance and rhythm.

They all carry a poet's romance and a swordsman's awe.

After nine sounds, the sound stopped.

Huo Meng walked towards the crowd in the center of the lobby, where everyone was looking.

That's where the voice sounds.

Although the sound has stopped, the people have not dispersed.

Huo Meng looked inside, looking into the middle of the crowd.

There is also a person there.

A man.

His hair was not tied up, and there were endless vicissitudes in his eyes.

He was dressed in a white shirt and carrying a black wooden box, sitting at a table with a graceful demeanor.

The face is like a dawn and the wind blows on the willow bank, and the body is like a bright moon shining on the river. God has a red carp jumping dragon gate, and the gas contains Taishan stone to dare to be.

There was a jar of wine on the table in front of him.

On the floor at his feet were nine jars of wine, nine jars of broken wine.

His eyes were on the table, at the jar of wine on it.

His fingers tapped on the table, striking a strange rhythm. This rhythm is a little lonely, a little depressed.

This rhythm is waiting to be reconciled.

Huo Meng knew everyone in Hangzhou, but he didn't know him.

Huo Meng also knew all the famous people in the rivers and lakes, but he still didn't know him.

He is not from Hangzhou, and he is not famous.

Huo Meng was still angry, but he was even more confused.

His doubts were addressed to the crowd surrounding the man in white.

They were shaking.

Why are they trembling?

Huo Meng knew that this tremor did not come from fear, although people did often tremble with fear.

But at this point, they were furious.

This trembling comes from anger.

One man couldn't hold back his anger, and he walked over to the man in white.

He was tall and burly.

He had a square face with prominent bones and a scar on his face that was smuggling.

Huo Meng knew him.

Although he is not from Hangzhou, he is very famous in the rivers and lakes.

He is the dart head of Jinling Weiyuan Dart Bureau, Yuan Sankuai.

Since his name is Yuan Sankuai, there must be three Kuai.

The first one is straightforward.

He never goes around the bend, never goes around in circles, he talks when he has something to say, and he lets go when he farts.

The second fast is the eye disease and the fast hand.

He is a disciple of Chen Fucheng, who is both his open-door disciple and his closed-door disciple. Because Chen Fucheng said that having one apprentice like him is better than a thousand.

Chen Fucheng was not wrong, Yuan Sankuai's chaotic hands were already faster than his master.

Even faster than his own mouth.

And what is the third fast?

Huo Meng swallowed.

Although he had heard of the third fast, he had not seen it.

Of course, he didn't want to see it.

Because this third speed is the speed of taking people's lives!

Yuan Sankuai was standing in front of the white-clothed boy at this time.

He stared at each other, a nameless fire burning in his eyes.

He stretched out his finger and pointed to the broken wine jar under the table, and yelled at the man in white, "Do you know what kind of wine this is?"

The man in white said: "Golden Wind Guizi Wine." ”

Yuan San said quickly: "Do you know what it is called?"

The boy in white said: "The best wine in the world"

Yuan San said quickly: "Do you know why we came here?"

The man in white said, "In order to buy it." ”

Yuan Sankuai was furious, his eyes were about to split, and his hair was flying.

His fists slammed into the table, and the entire table instantly shattered into chips, and the only remaining jar of golden wind cinnamon on the table fell.

Everyone looked at the jar of wine, the only jar of golden wind laurel this year.

No one dared to look at the jar of wine, nor to see it fall to the ground.

It didn't fall to the ground after all.

It fell into the hands of one person.

In the hands of the man in white.

His eyes never took their eyes off the jar of wine.

But there was never covetousness in his eyes for the jar of wine.

Yuan San said quickly: "Jin Feng Guizi only brews ten altars a year, you bought all ten altars, and then smashed nine altars!"

Huo Meng heard this, he heard all the words, but he didn't dare to believe any of them.

He looked straight at the broken wine jar on the ground, and what was broken was not real money, but the dream of every Jianghu person.

He didn't understand who would do such a thing, why would he do such a thing?

The man in white was still looking at the golden wind guizi in his hand, and his gaze never shifted to anyone.

There was a coldness in his eyes, but also a smile.

Yuan San quickly understood the smile, which was disdain.

Yuan San quickly roared: "Since you know that it is Jinfeng Guizi, the best wine in the world, then why did you smash it?!"

The man in white said: "Because it is not worthy." ”

Yuan San said quickly: "What is not worthy?"

The man in white said: "It is not worthy of being called the best wine in the world." ”

Yuan San was stunned, and everyone was stunned.

How could Jin Feng Guizi not be worthy of being called the number one in the world?

Yuan San laughed quickly.

His laugh was rough and loud.

His laughter is also a disdain.

He asked, "Since you said that Jin Feng Guizi is not worthy, then what kind of wine is worthy?"

The man in white said: "Do you know the imperial wine that Annan paid tribute to?"

Yuan San said quickly: "No one knows about Annan Imperial Wine. In the past, Annan Kingdom once paid tribute to a jar of wine from our dynasty, and then this wine was given to Li Shishi, the flower of Fanlou, by Zhao Guanren. Miss Li then gave it to Liang Shicheng, hoping that he could inject the imperial wine into the well, so that all the soldiers on the border could taste it. ”

The man in white said, "What happened later?"

Yuan San said quickly: "Later, instead of injecting the imperial wine into the well, Liang Shicheng hid it privately. ”

The man in white said, "What happens after that?"

Yuan San said quickly: "After that...... After that, I didn't know. ”

The boy in white said: "Later, when this girl Li learned about this, she gave Liang Shicheng 100,000 taels to buy a million pots of wine as a gift to the soldiers." ”

Yuan San said quickly: "How can the surnamed Liang buy it." ”

The man in white said: "Yes, he didn't buy it, and he swallowed the 100,000 taels privately." ”

Yuan San said quickly: "What are you doing with this matter?"

The man in white said: "Do you know what the name of the imperial wine that makes Liang Shicheng reluctant to give away?"

Yuan San said quickly: "What?"

The boy in white said: "The prodigal son laughs. ”

Yuan San said quickly: "Could it be that this wine is worthy of being called the best wine in the world?"

The man in white said, "Do you know why it's called the prodigal son?"

Yuan San said quickly: "Why?"

The man in white said: "Because it is rumored that if you drink it, you can be extremely happy, and the prodigal son in the world can't resist its temptation." ”

Yuan San said quickly: "In that case, why did you still leave a jar of golden wind cinnamon?"

The white-clothed boy looked at the golden wind guizi in his hand, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said lightly: "For gambling." ”

Yuan San said quickly: "What are you betting on?"

The man in white said: "Bet on whether it deserves to be called the best wine in the world." ”

Yuan San said quickly: "Haven't you ever drunk the prodigal laugh?"

The man in white: "No, that's why I have to bet." ”

Yuan San said quickly: "What kind of gambling method?"

The man in white said: "Miss Li is willing to throw 100,000 taels of silver for the prodigal son, and my altar of golden wind guizi will also sell 100,000 taels." ”

Everyone in the hall was shocked.

The price of Jin Feng Guizi is 500 taels per altar, and the price of 10 altars is only 5,000 taels.

Now there is only one jar of golden wind laurel left, and this altar sells for 100,000 taels.

100,000 taels is money that ordinary people can't spend for a lifetime to eat and drink.

100,000 taels is the money that can buy any human life.

It's not selling wine, it's a gamble, a gamble to decide who is the best wine in the world.

Yuan San quickly ignored that many, and snorted coldly, "As long as someone is willing to spend 100,000 taels to buy the Golden Wind Guizi in your hand, you will admit that it is the best wine in the world?"

The man in white said: "As long as someone is willing to spend 100,000 taels to buy the golden wind guizi in my hand, I will admit that it is the best wine in the world." ”

Yuan San said quickly: "If no one buys it, will you never recognize it as the best wine in the world?"

The man in white said: "If no one buys it, everyone will not admit it." ”

Yuan San was quick to speak.

Does Yuan San have 100,000 taels? He doesn't, he's just a darthead.

Does Huo Meng have 100,000 taels? He does, but he can't bear it.

Who is willing to spend 100,000 taels for a jar of hops to buy a false name that is the best in the world?

Everyone present looked left and right, and there was a lot of discussion.

There are 100,000 taels that are reluctant, and those who are willing are not.

The man in white said: "Could it be that Your Excellency is unwilling to give out these 100,000 taels?"

Yuan Sankuai's face was flushed, "I ......"

He was hesitant, but he only said the word "I".

The man in white said: "Do you also think that Jinfeng Guizi is not worthy of being called the best wine in the world?"

Yuan San hurriedly said: "Of course not, Jin Feng Guizi is the best wine in the world, and Jin Feng Guizi must also be the first wine in the world!"

There weren't many words in the sentence, but he said it hard, as if he were boasting about his hands.

But he never boasted of his hands, because he knew very well that his hands were the fastest in the world.

This is a fact, a fact that everyone knows.

No one needs to boast of a fact that is well known.

But he was boasting about Jin Feng Guizi at this time.

I boast very hard.

He gasped for breath, his eyes wide as if he had killed someone.

It's like trying to kill someone.

He stared at the man in a white shirt with a wine jar in his hand.

The man seemed to be at ease.

It's as if I never knew what death was.

The man in white sighed, "It seems that you really can't take out 100,000 taels." ”

Yuan San quickly gritted his teeth, "I really can't take out 100,000 taels." ”

The man in white said, "But you still have something to say." ”

Yuan San said quickly: "I do still have something to say. ”

The man in white said, "But I don't want to hear it." ”

Yuan San said quickly: "You don't need to listen, because I don't plan to use a sentence to make you admit that Jin Feng Guizi is the number one wine in the world." ”

The man in white said, "Then what are you going to say?"

Yuan San snorted coldly, his face hideous, "Take your life!"

Since you don't admit it, then you die!

It's a pretty straightforward approach.

There are many people in the world who are dissatisfied with themselves, how can we make everyone satisfied with themselves?

If you want everyone to be happy with you, the most straightforward way is to kill those who are not!

Yuan Sankuai particularly admired this method.

This is also how he walks every dart.

He never wronged himself, and he never bent to meet him.

He only believes in one thing: as long as he shoots fast enough, he can grab everything he wants!

So he trained his hands to become the fastest in the world.

He's in for a shot!

His hands swept out together, and his ten fingers were flat like ten unsheathed swords!

But they are not swords, and swords kill people by piercing the body.

And his hand kills with just a light touch.

As long as he touches the opponent's body, he can invade the true qi of his whole body, causing the muscles and bones to be misaligned, and the skin and flesh to be deformed!

That's the messy hand.

This is the world's number one fast hand!

His right hand struck at the left hand of the man in white, who was holding the wine jar.

His left hand struck at the neck of the man in white holding his head!

He wanted his life.

and his wine, too.

I want the best wine in the world!

His hands are so fast, like a bolt of lightning, that as soon as you see it appear, it's over.

His hands were getting closer and closer to his target.

His expression grew more and more frenzied.

Three-inch ......

Two-inch ......

One inch!

He never missed.

No one has ever been faster than his hand.

He's about to get it!

He is about to get rid of the only person in this world who doesn't agree with Jin Feng Guizi!

But!

But!

But he didn't succeed!

He really didn't succeed!

The body of the man in white did not move away from the chair under him.

The man in white did not take his eyes off the wine jar in his hand.

And Yuan Sankuai, he was already lying on the ground.

Lying on a mess of debris.

Everyone only saw Yuan Sankuai's shot.

But no one saw the man in white's shot.

Did he make a move?

He must have made a move, otherwise how would Yuan Sankuai miss!

Yuan Sankuai was still lying in the mess of debris, and he buried his face in it, which was the nine wine jars that the white-clothed man had broken, and it was also a table that Yuan Sankuai had broken himself.

He lay there in silence and did not get up.

Everyone was silent.

Silence as always.

Only one person spoke.

It's the one who speaks as always.

"Are any of you here willing to give 100,000 taels?"

He was still just looking at the wine in his hand.

He still acted as if nothing had happened.

Someone in the crowd walked out.

Walked out stupidly.

Stupidly walked to Yuan Sankuai's side.

Stupidly crouched down.

He is Chen Qi.

He is Yuan Sankuai's apprentice.

He is the descendant of the chaotic hand and the descendant of the world's fastest hand.

It is also the next world's No. 1 fast hand!

But he was disappointed at this point.

Even despair.

He looked desperately at the master who had fallen to the ground in front of him, his eyes flickering.

Chen Qidao: "He is the fastest player in the world. ”

The man in white said: "People think so. ”

Chen Qidao: "But your hand is faster than his." ”

The man in white said, "I don't think so. ”

Chen Qi turned his head to look at the other party, there was doubt in his eyes, there was confusion, and there was pain that a seventeen-year-old boy should not have.

Chen Qidao: "Isn't your hand faster than his?"

The man in white said, "I'm just faster than his feet." ”

Chen Qi frowned, he couldn't understand this sentence, "What do you mean?"

The man in white sighed lightly and said, "It seems that you don't know." ”

Chen Qidao: "I don't know anything?"

The man in white said, "It seems that he never told you." ”

Chen Qidao: "What did he never tell me?"

The man in white said: "His secret." ”

Chen Qidao: "What secret?"

The man in white said: "The secret of killing." ”

Chen Qi smiled, laughing a little stupidly.

This is indeed a very silly answer.

After all, no one doesn't know the secret of Yuan Sankuai's killing.

He kills people, naturally, by his hands, by relying on the world's first and unparalleled fast hand.

Chen Qi said with a smile: "What else can he have to kill people, does the world's fastest hand kill people with his feet?"

The people around them heard their conversation.

Everyone who heard their conversation wanted to laugh.

But no one could laugh.

The man in white said, "Yes, it's indeed feet." ”

Chen Qi was stunned, he felt inexplicable, he felt incredible, and he felt that something was tugging at his heart.

He asked urgently, "How the hell did he kill people!"

The man in white said: "People call him the fastest player in the world." ”

Chen Qidao: "Yes. ”

The boy in white said: "So no matter who fights with him, his eyes must always be fixed on his hands." ”

Chen Qidao: "As long as they don't want to die, they must always keep an eye on his hands." ”

The man in white said: "He has never missed?"

Chen Qidao: "He has never missed, and he will hit it!"

The man in white said: "But his hand has been watched by others, and he has been guarding against it, and no matter how fast his hand is, it should always be able to be dodged." ”

Chen Qidao: "But he still never missed." ”

The man in white said: "So people are staring at the wrong place. ”

Chen Qi was in a trance, and his head seemed to have been hit by a brick.

He was half-crouched on the ground, but desperately wanted to lie down.

He has been following his master since he was seven years old.

Since he was seven years old, he knew that his master was the fastest player in the world.

The master's hands are his faith, the only belief that sustains him.

The master is the world's number one fast-hander, and the master must also be the world's number one fast-handed!

The boy in white continued: "Actually, his fastest is not his hands, but his feet. ”

Everyone present was shocked, they really couldn't believe this ridiculous statement, but they had to believe it, because the person who said it was obviously not ridiculous at all.

The man in white didn't seem to hear of them, and said leisurely: "Actually, Yuan Sankuai is not the fastest player in the world at all, and his hands are far inferior to his master Chen Fucheng. ”

Chen Qi covered his ears hard and shook his head like crazy, "I don't believe it...... I don't believe in ......"

The man in white said: "He knew that his hands would never be faster than Chen Fucheng, so he simply gave up his hands and practiced his feet." All the people who fought with him only paid attention to his hands and ignored his feet, but every time he fought he was the first to come out and then to strike! ”

Silence, morning dew and sunset rain in the building turned into silence again.

Everyone looked at each other, but they couldn't spit out a word.

When Yuan San made a quick shot, no one saw him kick, because no one really paid attention to his feet!

Who would pay attention to the feet of the world's fastest hand?!

This silence lasted for an unknown amount of time, but it was finally broken by a sneer.

Who's laughing?

Who else can laugh out loud?

People followed the laughter, and the person who laughed was none other than Chen Qi.

He was like a madman at this moment, grinning wildly, and the saliva in his mouth trickled down his body and then onto the ground.

Finally, he stopped laughing, and he shot!

Who did he shoot to?

Who else can get him to shoot?

The ten fingers of his hands were flat, and the qi on the palms of his hands surged, like a monstrous wave on a still lake.

Finally, this huge wave pressed down and pressed on Yuan Sankuai's heart!

Yuan San Kuaiben didn't die, he was just kicked when he was kicking and fell.

But this fall has lost all the honors he has accumulated for more than 40 years, and he has lost his only reliance on walking the rivers and lakes.

He couldn't stand up, even though he wasn't hurt at all.

And now, he can't stand up even more, because he's dead.

He was killed by his most satisfying apprentice.

He was killed by his most loyal followers.

He had thought about the possibility of death countless times in his life, but he had never thought of this one.

Just like Chen Qi, he never thought that the secret of the world's number one fast hand was actually a scam.

Chen Qi dragged Yuan Sankuai's body out of the Chaolu Xiyu Building, and then walked out of Hangzhou.

No one heard of him again for years after that.

In the end, he walked out of the rivers and lakes.