After Wulu's dream attack that night, although Song Yougu and Wulu didn't say anything, they were all trembling and more careful in their hearts. In addition to teasing a few words with Wulu Hun during the day, the rest of the Chenguang was avoided to the side, not daring to get together with Wulu's body;

Wulu Lao still complained about himself in his heart, when he went down the thin mountain, he shouldn't have secretly ordered the fifty auspicious Jinwei elites to follow so far, they should have been kept left and right all the time, and it was best to surround themselves in the middle of the three layers and the outer three layers. However, repentance, remorse, resentment, taking into account his brother's mood, Wulu Lao did not dare to do too freely.

Wulu Hun saw through it but didn't say it, neither warm and close, nor cross-eyebrowed, everything was as usual, as if it was not himself who was holding a sword that night.

The three of them walked slowly like this for another three days, and finally arrived at Qimen Gate.

Fang entered the urn city, and several people felt strange: this Qimen Pass, since Wulu went south to establish the country, although it lost its danger, but it was not wasted, but it became more and more prosperous. In addition, the Ding family later settled here, brewing wine and animal husbandry, and the more people in the city, it was thriving. However, when this time came, I saw that the people in the city were closed, the shops were closed, there were few pedestrians on the streets, and even the teahouses and restaurants were mostly out of business.

Wulu Lao looked sideways for a long time, pulled the reins of the horse, and said lightly: "Brother, I remember when I came back to Ding's house to buy wine, this place was very lively, just like a little Linglongjing." How can you look at it again today, and it has changed so much?"

Wulu Hun didn't say much, and saw a wine flag on the street corner not far away, and the book on it was the "Samadhi Restaurant". Wulu looked sideways at Song Yougu and said lightly: "That, but the Ding family's wine shop?"

Song Yougu smiled lightly, looked at Wulu Lao again, bowed his head, and said, "I hope Lao Ding's family is not closed yet." ”

All three laughed and led their horses forward.

Entering the store, Wulu saw that there was no one on the counter, but on the edge of the more than ten huge wine jars lined up in the corner, there were two men lying on the ground: one had frosted sideburns, about fifty or sixty years old, with a big belly like a drum, and a wide sackcloth robe covered at will, with one arm around the wine jar, and the other hand was holding it, and poured some loose wine into his mouth from the wine jar, his side cheeks were tilted to the inside, and his face was not very distinct;

Wulu Lao sighed twice, and said softly to Wulu Hun with his ear: "This Ding Menghuang, drunk into a lump of mud in his own wine shop during the day, can be regarded as a golden signboard." ”

Wulu Hun chuckled, and shouted at the two of them: "Shopkeeper Ding, let's make wine." ”

The pot-bellied old man's ears trembled, and he turned his face right, and his cheeks and nose were all red.

"Don't sell alcohol today!"

Song Yougu opened his fan, covered his kiss and hummed: "If you don't sell wine today, will you sell it tomorrow?"

Ding Menghuang blinked, his reaction became slower, he smiled at the middle-aged man beside him, raised his palm and pointed at Song Yougu and said, "I said Ah Ku, look, now these dolls, one is more horizontal than the other!"

The man who was called "Ah Ku" squeezed a smile, did not speak, groped for a bamboo scoop from his feet, approached his lips, puffed twice, mixed with foam and some dust, fished into the wine jar, and waited for a full scoop, which then poured down, and then breathed a long sigh of relief, and looked at the pleasure.

Seeing this, Wulu Lao secretly swallowed his saliva, paced forward, regardless of the ground, picked up another bamboo scoop on the ground, took half a spoonful by himself, closed his eyes, shook his Adam's apple up and down a few times, and drank it all.

"Hey......" Wulu puffed out his cheeks and said to himself in a deep voice: "This wine is different from the abyss of the sun." ”

Ding Menghuang was stunned, but said with a smile: "The person who came turned out to be a high roller!"

"Don't dare. Wulu Lao arched his hand and answered softly, "I was fortunate enough to taste two cups in the Chaotic Cloud Pavilion, and I will never forget it to this day." After that, he stole a glance at Wulu Hun, and threw the scoop straight at Song Yougu.

Song Yougu frowned slightly, folded the fan, and on the side of his body, one palm was already pinched on the scoop handle, neatly and cleanly.

Ah Ku snorted softly, his right wrist trembled slightly, scooped up some more wine, and drank it with his head down.

"Shopkeeper Ding, something evil happened in the Chaotic Cloud Pavilion a few days ago, have you heard of it?"

Ding Menghuang's face did not change, and he lazily responded to Wulu: "That news, it is like giving birth to wings, and it has already spread throughout the Three Kingdoms." ”

Wulu sighed long, and said again: "Didn't you see the shopkeeper Ding hanging on Bo Mountain, full of sorrow?"

Ding Menghuang's eyes were cloudy, and he raised his voice to see anger, "If you die sooner or later, what do you mourn?

Hearing this, Wulu Lao on the side softened his knees, imitating Ding Menghuang's appearance, leaning straight into the wine jar, squatting aside, drinking one sip at a time, and said while drinking: "The two predecessors of the fish and dragon have to drink the sun before they die, and it is not in vain to return to the world." ”

When Ding Menghuang heard this, he actually laughed, raised his palm and let the Wulu brothers and Song Yougu, and said slowly: "I don't sell wine today, Lao Tzu invites wine, you can drink it as you like." If this shop is not enough, Lao Tzu asked Ah Ku to take it to the cellar again. ”

Song Yougu was overjoyed when he heard this, folded the fan, took two palm-sized wine jars from the shelves in the cabinet, checked them in his palms, knotted his wrists, and blinked his eyebrows and sent a jar to Wulu.

Wulu Hun was not polite, took the wine seal, knocked three or five sips, felt the sweetness of the lips and teeth, and the fruity flavor overflowed, so he burped, his body trembled, and praised: "Good wine!"

Ding Menghuang was drunk, and replied softly: "How can it be bad to store fruit wine for a winter?"

When Song Yougu and Wulu heard this, they couldn't hold it back, and while pouring wine into their mouths, they looked around, and when they saw the wine jar that suited their hearts, they didn't let go.

Seeing this, Ding Menghuang laughed wave after wave, elbow, swaying and about to get up, the clinker had no order, his body was deviated, the soles of his feet seemed to have stepped on oil, and he slipped to the side, and turned over a big wine jar, and pressed firmly on Ding Menghuang.

When everyone saw this, they laughed and were surprised.

Ah Ku wanted to step forward and knock over the wine jar, but Ding Menghuang heard him panting and said quickly: "Slow down." That's right. When the words fell, Ding Menghuang took off the wine seal at the mouth of the altar, and saw that the wine was like a waterfall, and it hit Ding Menghuang's face, causing him to even breathe, closed his eyes, opened his mouth, held his breath, and drank it.

After half a pillar of incense, only half of the large jar of wine remained.

Wulu looked at Nading Menghuang fixedly, seeing that he seemed to be drunk but not drunk, as if he was sleeping but not sleeping, his arms were tightly wrapped around the wine jar on his body, uh-huh, ahhh

Seeing this, Wulu felt an inexplicable grievance rise in his heart, squatted on the spot, and drank the sullen wine one by one.

The five people in the hall were silent, and it took half a day, and the wine had already dropped dozens of catties. At this moment, there was a voice outside the wine shop, the tone was bright, and the man in the hall only had to listen to the first half of the word, and he knew that the voice must be a fierce tigress.

"Zhong Sanku! You thing that kills a thousand knives! Where did you die?"

When the Wulu brothers heard this, Song Yougu raised their eyebrows together, and looked at the middle-aged man beside them.

Ding Menghuang didn't need to distinguish carefully, he was already out of breath with laughter, and raised his voice and said bitterly: "I said, your mother-in-law has started scolding the street again." ”

Ah Ku saw neither cowardice nor sorrow on his face, swallowed a sip of wine, pursed his lips and responded: "Let her go." Anyway, she didn't dare to look for the owner's place. ”

Ding Menghuang snorted, left the wine jar with both palms, and rubbed it his face, smiling and seeing tears on his cheeks.

"You, a good man, actually married the ugliest mother-in-law in Qimen, and you have to listen to her shouting all day long, so that you can be sent around. In this world, where should we go to reason?" The voice fell, and he sobbed lowly.

Seeing this, Ah Ku moved half a step to the side, reached out and helped Ding Menghuang's shoulder, but he didn't seem to have the strength, his lips opened and closed, and he said word by word: "I have seen the best, and the rest of them, whether they are the second in the world or the forty-eight thousand seven hundred and twenty-three in the world, are all just one virtue;

"Exactly, exactly!" Ding Menghuang cried and laughed, patted the side of his thigh with one palm, and answered slowly, "Then you are the only one who knows why I, the holy hand of winemaking, are drunk to death in the mixed wine with water every day! Sui Da is buried in the ground, and he suffers from the end of the world. ”

"Dead. Ding Menghuang smacked his lips, "The thirteen young people of the Zhantai Yu family, the fourteenth dragon of the Chaotic Cloud Pavilion, and now even the Buddha's mouth and Buddha heart at the door of the snow-capped mountain...... I'm dead!"

When the Wulu brothers in the hall heard this, they woke up drunk, they were stunned, and they wanted to ask Ding Menghuang a few more words, but they saw him lying on the ground, sleeping motionless and dying, and the snoring shook the sky.

Wulu rolled his eyes slightly, raised his eyebrows to look at Ah Ku, opened his lips slightly, and before he could speak, he heard Ah Ku say in a deep voice: "If it weren't for the evil thing of Sui Chengfeng the day before yesterday, why would this Qimen Pass be so deserted?"

"He died the day before yesterday?, just inside this Qimen Pass?" Song Yougu shook his eyebrows and said lightly.

Wulu swallowed two mouthfuls of bitter wine, and then Song Yougu said, "Who moved his hand, how did he die, and where is the body?"

Ah Ku scooped up the wine again, wiped the cuffs to the corners of his lips, and hummed: "The brain melon seeds are broken." The corpse has long been unrecognizable, no one has sent it to the Snow Mountain Sect, and it can't wait for the nearest Xiang Jinwei to come and take over, thinking that Sui Chengfeng is also a good man, and I chose a secluded place in the suburbs with the owner at night last night, and hastily converged. ”

"Broken ...... Broken heads?" Wulu Lao swallowed his spit, looked at Wulu Hun and Song Yougu before and after, and the three of them had a plan in their hearts.

Wulu bent his neck, closed his eyes and looked up, his right wrist trembled slightly, his cheeks smacked, and with a snap, he raised his hand and threw the wine jar in his palm on the side of the wall.

Ding Menghuang in the dream shook his body, stopped snoring, turned over, blinked his eyebrows, and had already connected Fang Cai's broken dream.

The wine flowed down the wall drop by drop, and also down the chin of the five men in the hall little by little, just like the fifth watch the day before, when the dawn was coming, Sui Chengfeng, who knelt in the darkness with his hands tied, had a sticky and leaky brain on his face.