Although the words were implicitly annoyed, Cheng Lingsu was used to seeing his brother-in-law's startled and unreliable appearance. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Since the true body of the righteous brother has not yet been in a hurry to leave the newly hewn blessed land of the Cave Light Spirit Ruins, the so-called Buddhist mana is just a small problem that can be easily solved.

Brother Yi's exhortation, at most, he couldn't analyze the origin and root of the magic power in the first time, and he was a little regretful.

But she still looked to the southeast.

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At the beginning of the day, the tavern was already hanging up the green cloth wine signs. The man who took care of the tavern had a gloomy look on his face, holding a wooden basin and sprinkling the floor at the head of the door with a wet face.

But when it was time for tea, the temperature rose a lot, and the crooked-necked willow leaves next to the tavern curled slightly, looking half-dead.

The location of this tavern was originally very well chosen, although it is a wild store, but it is located on the main road of the two counties under the jurisdiction of Dongping Prefecture. But looking at the shopkeeper's expression, it was as if someone owed him hundreds of copper coins.

Add a spoonful of coarse salt to the old soup on the stove, put some pig's head, fat chicken, donkey water and the like, and a small handful of firewood and grass burn slowly in the stove. This man with thick eyebrows and a black face doesn't know what to do anymore.

The village wine and stewed in his store are also famous, and no matter what time it is, there is no shortage of customers. But in the past two months, as the business travel on the road has gradually become scarce, his business has deteriorated day by day.

It was the same today, until sunset, when a young man, carrying a whistle stick, sat down in the pergola in front of the store, and shouted: "Shopkeeper, I have been walking for a day, and I am thirsty, bring me a bowl of wine!"

The shopkeeper answered, fished out some pig's ears, chicken wings, and donkeys from the stewed pot, cut a large plate haphazardly, sifted half a bowl of wine, and put them in front of the young man.

It seemed that this man was really hungry, so he grabbed the plate full of marinated chops, and tore them up in large pieces, chewing and swallowing even the chicken wings and the thin bones.

The man picked up the wine bowl, only tilted his neck, and poured all the half bowl of village wine into his throat, before he shouted: "This wine is very good, and it has long strength, shopkeeper, sieve another bowl to eat with me!"

However, the shopkeeper with thick eyebrows and black face just took a rag and wiped it a few times on the old table covered with an unknown number of layers of grease before responding: "Guest officer, if you want to add meat and rice, you just have to do it, but you want no wine." ”

This young man has already been hooked up, and where is he willing to listen to him, he just shouted: "I eat a bowl and pay you back a bowl of money, but how can I say that there is no wine? Come and see, I still have a lot of money here, is it enough to pay you back wine and meat?"

As he spoke, the young man untied his baggage, revealing several strings of copper coins and a half-old and a handful of bills.

The shopkeeper glanced at the money, shook his head and said, "Although the guest officer has a lot of money, there is really no wine in the shop." ”

Hearing him excuse himself, the man couldn't help but exclaim: "But it's a strange thing! You make a living by opening a shop on the side of the road, why don't you have wine to treat customers?"

The shopkeeper glanced at him, copied his hand and said: "My family's wine is unusual, it is called through the bottle of incense, and it is also a secret recipe handed down by the ancestors. In the past, the guests ate three bowls and got drunk so much that they didn't know who they were, and they couldn't pass the hill in front of them, so they were also called 'three bowls but not the post'. It's just that my family's reputation for this wine has spread far and wide, and it has provoked a king on this post, who robs and steals in my store all day long, and there is really not much left to eat with guests. ”

When the young man heard this, he sneered: "You are really nonsense, I Wusong is from Qinghe County, this Jingyanggang has also gone through one or two decades, where can I see any king willing to live on this low hill for a long time?"

After hearing this, the shopkeeper shook his head and said: "You don't know anything about this man, but now there is a king in this gang, and people don't know what kind of spirit he is, but he is elusive." When a passing merchant bumped into him, he suffered a great calamity. The cloth and wealth are not taken, but the wine and food meet the guy, but there is no left, the past business travel to report to the official, provoked Yanggu County to search the mountains several times, are in vain. A few days ago, there was a wandering Taoist passing by, boasting that he had the magic power of catching monsters and taking monsters, cheated a few meals of wine and food in a few large households, and went to the post to get the house, but he has not come back yet. If you want to eat and drink, you go to work yourself, and when you meet the king, I can't say that he will invite you to eat a few bowls, but I don't have anything here. ”

After that, the shopkeeper actually ignored Wu Song and walked towards the back kitchen by himself.

Seeing the unlucky appearance of the store, Wu Song also felt bored, put down the money for wine and dinner, carried the baggage, and walked towards the Jingyanggang with a whistle stick.

In the customs of the Great Song Dynasty, there is a village and there is a soil valley temple, and there is a mountain temple if there is a hill. This Jingyanggang is naturally not exempt from vulgarity, built a small temple that is still spacious, and molded a mountain god with a helmet and armor.

It's just that this small temple does not have a temple to take care of the incense, and as the days go by, it naturally looks ruined, and it is really a spider silk hanging all over the carved beams, and the dust falls all over the canopy windows.

When Wu Song walked to the temple of the mountain, it was already the time when the willows were on the moon, but the small temple not far from the abandoned house in his impression was swept clean by people.

A pair of lanterns hung at the head of the mountain temple, and inside the broken temple, there was a burst of silk and bamboo sound mixed with the aroma of wine and food, which did not look like a broken temple, but like those famous restaurants in the city.

Wu Song stood next to the temple of Nashan, and heard someone knocking on the porcelain plate inside, and sighed with emotion: "This is not a treasure land, how can one or two of them drill here? If you are determined to develop towards the immortal road, forget it, but what are you doing here as a martial arts master who has gone astray?"

In exchange for this, it was only a series of munching sounds, and after a long while, someone responded with a mouth full of food and a vague answer: "How do I know? I was obviously doing special boxing training in the Rare Animal Forest Park in Liuhuanze, but I don't know what happened, so I came here when I slept that day." ”

"Did you cross unconsciously?" the man who knocked on the porcelain plate muttered, and then continued: "After fighting in the past two days, a martial artist like you who can block the Liujia arrow with his fist wind is also rare. But you live by robbing and eating every day, so you can't help but be a little more shameless. ”

The sarcasm in these words, the other party didn't seem to hear it at all, but replied seriously: "The boxing method of our school originally relied on this way to improve the level. ”

"Robbing and stealing during the day, and then touching into someone's house in the middle of the night to deliver silver? ”