Walking in the snowy mountains and forests, Ishikawa found a group of elk looking for food in the snow, caught a half-sized one, and then scraped a few mountain ginseng plants back to the cottage and threw them to Liu Ming. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Liu Ming hugged the elk with a smile on his face, turned his head and scolded loudly: "You little cubs who don't have long eyes, why don't you hurry up and stew this wild thing for Shi Ye!"

Throwing the elk to a few minions who stepped forward, Liu Ming turned around and said with a smile: "This, Brother Ishikawa, I'll personally send you the stewed meat when I go back?"

"I only need one pot, remember to stew it better, bring a few jars of wine when you come, and accompany me and the owner of Wubiao Village to drink a few bowls in the evening. ”

Liu Ming's face lit up excitedly, and a stack of voices responded, and the wind and fire went away.

Ishikawa now has a very high status in the village, the second place in the stable Jinyintang, and the entire village can also be ranked in the top five, but he is still very dissatisfied, and if he can't really do the position of several village owners, he can't touch the deepest secrets of the cottage.

If he directly showed his knife and thundered means, Ishikawa thought that he would be able to cut everyone in the stockade into pieces without a tea time, and he would be able to pocket everything under torture, but if he said it, he would not attract the attention of other monks, and he would lose the explanation that Senior Sister Blue Moon said was hidden in the dark.

For months, Ishikawa casually inquired about the news, but could not find anything, and it was in vain that the ordinary villagers talked about women every day except for money, and it was a waste of effort to get any useful information from them.

The scribe-like lord of the village stayed in his small building every day and never showed up, the small building was lonely and far away from other buildings, and there were at least seven or eight swordsmen guarding the four corners, and it was not easy for Ishikawa to go deep into the small building without leaking any traces of his injuries.

Wu Biao, the master of the four villages, also secretly has a lot of complaints about certain things, and he himself is often mysterious, but except for people like Ishikawa who perceives spiritual sense to a certain extent, others are not aware at all.

In the afternoon, the wind and snow became heavier and heavier, everyone either shrank in the house to gamble or sleep with their heads covered, the whole cottage seemed extremely silent, the sound of squeaking and pushing the door came from afar, and Ishikawa, who seemed to be sitting outside the hall of the Golden and Silver Hall to enjoy the snow, suddenly moved his ears, and within the scope of spiritual perception, this was Yuan Sheng pushing the door out of the house.

It has been half an hour since Mr. Liu quietly entered, Ishikawa yawned lazily, closed his eyes and seemed to fall asleep, in fact, all the essence has been gathered on the side and back Yuan Sheng's small building, the wind and snow are very strong, even if Ishikawa tries his best, he can only faintly hear a few words intermittently............

"Immortal Master ......", "Three Watches ......", "Yan Guo ......"

Manager Liu glanced left and right, quietly went downstairs, and after a short time returned to the account room where he lived, Ishikawa, who closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, hesitated for a moment, unable to determine the contact information of the monk and the cottage, and finally decided to wait and see, yawned again, tightened the bearskin jacket on his body, and Ishikawa seemed to be really asleep.

In the evening, Ishikawa wanted to invite Wu Biao to have a drink, but he didn't expect Wu Biao to come to Ishikawa's room in advance, and heard Ishikawa say that he had stewed a pot of tender venison since the afternoon, so he didn't leave immediately, saying that he would eat here.

After three rounds of drinking, Wu Biao casually found an excuse to break away Liu Ming, who was busy before and after, raised his hand to stop Ishikawa, who was about to pour him wine, held down the wine glass and said: "Let's eat meat tonight, and there are things to do the night after tomorrow, so I don't dare to drink more." ”

Ishikawa's eyes flashed, and his heart came, so he put down the wine jug casually and asked inadvertently, "I haven't heard of any red goods to be sent to the village recently." ”

Then he slapped the table suddenly, and said angrily: "Could it be that some guys who don't have long eyes come to the village to make trouble!? Brother Biao, don't worry, I'm Ishikawa don't dare to say anything else, but I dare to say that the white knife goes in and the red knife comes out!"

Wu Biao was unconsciously turning the wine bowl, but he was startled by Ishikawa's beat, and after reacting, he smiled and said: "Don't talk nonsense, the people who dare to come and set up poles within a radius of hundreds of miles have not yet been born, it is something else." ”

Ishikawa drank a bowl of wine alone, wiped his chin with his greasy sleeve, and said with a smile: "What can be bigger than drinking, the world is big, eating and drinking Lazar is the biggest, Brother Biao, we won't get drunk tonight." ”

Looking at Ishikawa, where the soup and wine flowed down his mouth, Wu Biao frowned, lowered his head and thought for a moment, raised his head and took the initiative to pour wine for the two, Ishikawa was overjoyed and said: "Brother Biao is really a cool person, do it!"

After touching a bowl, Wu Biao stared at Ishikawa and said, "Ishikawa, since you entered the Golden and Silver Hall, how has Brother Biao treated you in the past few months?"

Ishikawa swallowed a mouthful of venison and said loudly: "Needless to say, without your appreciation, Brother Biao, how could Ishikawa live such a delicious life now?"

Wu Biao poured himself another bowl of wine, drank it slowly, and said in a deep voice after a small half pillar of incense: "It's good that you know, I, Wu Biao, am also a rough person, I like rough men like you, unlike some people。。。。。。 ”

Bang the table again, Ishikawa directly cut off Wu Biao's words, and scolded: "Which bastard dares to stumble on Brother Biao, the younger brother will use a knife to teach him the principles of being a man, he has not killed people and slaughtered cattle for dozens of days, and his hands are a little itchy." ”

Wu Biao was another agitator, "These two people, you can't afford to offend." ”

Ishikawa picked up the wine bowl, covered his eyes full of speechless and helpless smiles, raised his head and wiped it clean, then slammed the bowl to the ground, squinted his eyes and said fiercely: " Brother Biao, Ishikawa was born in killing pigs and slaughtering cattle, I don't know a few big characters, I don't talk about other truths in this life, only one truth, that is, who is good to me, I take 12 points to report, I heard Mr. Storyteller say a sentence before, the soldier dies for the confidant, I don't remember the next sentence, although I am a butcher, I am 108,000 miles away from the noble title of the scholar, but there is still no shortage of righteousness and blood, Brother Biao, you give a truth, who can't stand you, I Ishikawa doesn't care who he is, make sure that a knife is over!"

As if he was intimidated by the murderous aura that Ishikawa suddenly exuded, Wu Biao was stunned for a moment, then stood up, grabbed Ishikawa's arms, and sighed: "Good brother, I'm satisfied with your words, come, let's do another bowl." ”

Tasting the hot and spicy taste of the liquor in his throat, and slowly swallowing a sip of wine, Wu Biao closed his eyes and whispered: "Ishikawa, do you know that there are still people in the world who are above the innate masters?"

Deliberately knocked over the wine bowl, Ishikawa was stunned: "What! There is still someone above the innate grandmaster who has reached the top in the rivers and lakes? It can't be, who is it?"

Suddenly opening his eyes, Wu Biao said leisurely in a fanatical tone with yearning: "Immortals!" (To be continued.) )