Over there, Xu Ao accompanied the captain to study the corruption of the captain, how thick the captain's face was. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Xu Ao touched it left and right, this doesn't look too thick, I'm afraid it's not much thinner than the corner of the city wall.

The spirits that were forbidden were brought up one by one, and poured down one by one. The captain's face has never been red.

Xu Ao secretly tasted it, this wine is afraid that it is a combination of the forty-two degree fragrant liquor that he often drank in his previous life. It's really hard to see how this old man, who seems to be able to blow down the wind, can pour so much.

The captain caught a glimpse of Xu Ao's small action of stealing wine, and knocked down on the little paw that stole wine with his chopsticks.

Xu Ao, who was knocking directly, bared his teeth for a while.

Xu Ao was not convinced, and bent his fingers towards the chopsticks. I didn't see any obvious movements from the old man, but with a flick of the chopsticks in his hand, Xu Ao's fingers seemed to be flicked in the air, and he almost didn't shake his finger bones alive.

The captain continued to pick up the vegetables, chewing and saying: "When His Royal Highness the Seventh promoted you, he said that you have the internal strength of a second-grade master, and now I see that the strength is really good, but this skill is really unsightly." If you can work as hard as those unlucky people with iron blood, maybe the old man who can learn in seven or eight years will be able to do nine things. ”

The old man fell like chopsticks, and after a while, a plate of bird's tongue was swept clean. The captain didn't look like a teacher at all, holding a steamed bun in one hand and an almost empty plate in the other, dipping and dipping the sauce on the plate.

Xu Ao was still robbing the old man, and after being defeated several times, what the old man ate, he would eat other dishes, and the old man was no longer embarrassed.

Half an hour later, the two of them were barely full

"Lord Wufu also explained to the old man, saying that he would ensure a bright future for you. You are here, you choose to learn literature and martial arts, and the old man who cultivates both is not opposed. Since Lord Wufu has spoken, the old man naturally does his best. It's just that the old man here, although what he teaches can be regarded as a talent, but it cannot be completely regarded as a talent. It should not have reached the expectations of the innocent adults. ”

The captain picked up the flask, took a sip, and didn't sell it: "After studying here for three or five years, after some foundation, if you want to study literature, you can go to Haojing to find the Bachelor Mei, if he is willing to accept you, in another three or five years, it will be done." If you want to learn martial arts, you can learn some basics from me, don't study further, the province will delay your understanding, advanced swordsmanship, just go to the two sword saints to learn. You are the seedling of Lord Wu's fancies, and the Sword Saint lineage should be the best path for you. As for the spells, if you can achieve a little bit、、、"

The old man took another sip: "This is far away, far away." Yesterday's incident, the old man will no longer pursue it. Don't do it again. ”

He got up with his clothes, picked up the half jar of liquor that he had not drunk, dropped three or two copper coins, and the captain walked down to the second floor.

I only listened to the courteous greeting of the shopkeeper downstairs, and the farther and farther away.

Xu Ao looked at some of the dishes on the table that had not been eaten and grinned distressedly. Although I didn't pay for it myself, I have suffered for seven or eight years in this life, and I feel distressed when I see such a waste.

Kyushu has not yet invented plastic bags, and it is really not easy to pack so much food.

Xu Ao chose the one with a lot of soup and worked hard to eat a round belly first. Then let the shopkeeper use the oil paper to wrap up the roast lamb chops and roast chicken that had been bitten and a half.

If you are hungry at night, you can take it out and nibble on it again.

Stars illuminate the mountain road, and the moonlight envelops passers-by.

Xu Ao hummed a few popular tunes from his previous life that he could still remember, and carried a string of oiled paper bags. Walking in the spring of the times with cheerful steps.

Today, the moonlight is excellent, maybe it is really because it is a few feet closer to the sky, and even the bright moon is much bigger.

Xu Ao suddenly remembered the poem "Staying in the Mountain Temple at Night" by the poet immortal Li Bai, isn't it just that you can pick the stars at this moment.

It's just that I don't know what this heavenly man looks like.

I don't know if I will have the opportunity to meet those immortals in this life.

Alas, I still remember what the old widower said at the beginning, the Great Zhou Warlock rode the wind, swayed up to 90,000 miles, drank white dew to the sun, and slept with the gods at night.

I used to think it was just a story, but now in the past few months, I've seen a lot of warlocks who walk with the sword and fly through the clouds. I'm afraid that there are immortals, but the old widower can't see it.

I hadn't seen my father in my previous life, and the old widower made up for his shortcomings.

I still remember that when I just crossed over to this Kyushu world, the old widower didn't know that his real son, the dog baby, had already died of fever. It's just that in the middle of the night, I stayed up to get the white rice I begged from my neighbors. The son who did not go away with the high fever, but had already changed his soul, fed the white rice porridge that was not sticky one by one.

I still remember the dim stove, the blue cloth clothes that have been sewn countless times, the big rough hands, and the bowl of white rice porridge.

Xu Ao wiped the wetness on his face, shook his head with a wry smile. I don't want to think about this only man who gave him fatherly love in his past life and this life.

The cocktail Taoist also said that he would have time to go back and have a look, and he didn't know if he would be able to find the old widower's body when he went back in a few years, maybe he had already been taken by the wolf in the back mountain. has been a little person for a lifetime, and I am afraid that after death, no one will remember it. What's more, the village by the river has long since died.

When I wanted to drink, I didn't have it. Maybe that's life.

Walk a few steps briskly, and not far away is the hut where you live. The sooner you go to bed, the sooner you can stop thinking about these sad and sad things.

Seeing that he was about to reach the door of the house, Xu Ao involuntarily stopped.

Outside the next room, a woman of about sixteen or seventeen years old watched her swaying a fan and boiling white porridge in a clay pot on the fire.

Xu Ao hesitated, but still walked over: "Excuse me, can you share a bowl of porridge with me?"

The sudden sound startled the porridge woman, and she turned around to see a boy who looked about the same age as her brother standing behind her, carrying a string of oiled paper bags.

She shook her head.

Xu Ao was slightly disappointed: "It's okay to take a bite" He was just a little homesick.

She still shook her head: "My brother has a fever, and the food in the canteen is not allowed to be brought back, so I begged for some rice to cook porridge for him." I really can't give it to you. ”

Fever, porridge. Hearing these two words, Xu Ao couldn't control his tears anymore.

The woman who was boiling porridge was also panicked when she saw the child crying. Hurriedly squatted and wiped him again and again with his sleeve. Gritted his teeth: "Then I'll give you a small bite, don't cry, I can only share a small bite with you." No more, there really isn't. ”

A string of oil-paper bags was handed to the girl, and it was so close that she could smell the smell of meat coming from the oil-paper bags.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had eaten meat. I only remember that after her father and mother committed the crime, she and her younger brother were sent to this martial arts hall, and they never tasted meat again.

The canteen of the Yanwu Hall is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, and those disciples of the Meritorious Road and the Wealth Road can eat meat at once, but those disciples who come in from the Iron and Blood Road can only eat some radish and cabbage. Although there is still a small stove wine shop, how can these disciples who come in with iron and blood have the silver to enjoy these.

After receiving an affirmative reply, the girl cried out in her hand with a few oil-paper bags, got up and ran into the house.