Chapter Seventy-One: Disaster Comes from the Mouth

"What kind of mess is this?

"Okay, guest officer, you are a little bit"

The shopkeeper was interrupted by Sanzang's words before he finished speaking: "Little second brother, do you sell donkey meat in your restaurant?"

"Oops, sorry Ang, we don't have donkey meat in our store"

"What about beef?" Li Muyang played with the golden leaf. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Nope"

Sanzang thought about it, and the dog meat was also quite fragrant, "What about the dog meat?"

"Nope"

"Is there any rabbit meat?" Sanzang retreated.

"Nope"

Li Muyang opened his folding fan and swayed it, very impatient: "Then what is in your restaurant?"

"Do you eat snake meat?" Our store has newly launched meat, which can relieve menstruation and invigorate blood, and can also nourish yin and yang, and strengthen the body" The shopkeeper gave Li Muyang a look that all men understand.

Li Muyang didn't say anything yet, Sanzang slapped the table and said, "Bring me five jars of fine wine and three bowls of snake meat"

The shopkeeper was dumbfounded, to be honest, the monk came to ask for wine and meat, he really hadn't seen it, and he was stunned for more than three moments before he reacted: "You wait a minute, it will be delivered immediately"

"Your bald head is very eye-catching, in my opinion, three thousand troubles still have to grow hair, and the first point of wanting to become a Buddha is to first melt into the usual" How can Li Muyang have such a great ability to cross people to become a Buddha, he is nonsense.

"Mu Qing needs to know that freezing three feet is not a day's cold, and this body's hair and skin can't grow in a day or two."

Li Muyang didn't understand what the freezing three feet had to do with the monk's long hair, the nervous stinky monk, he just felt that the scar on the bald donkey's head was not pleasing to the eye.

"The wine you want, this is a wine glass, this is snake meat, I'm sorry, this thing has aura, we can't provide so much at one time, you have caught up, this is the last bowl"

Li Muyang kept silent, Sanzang was listening to Han Bao's nonsense, and the shopkeeper thought that the guest was dissatisfied, so he said unhurriedly, "The two masters are also angry, and our shopkeeper said that you will come for free two dollars of silver in the future."

"Master, do I seem to be a person who lacks these few dollars of silver? No need, I don't need it, let me taste your wine, if it's delicious, bring a few more jars"

The shopkeeper patted his chest and promised, "Don't worry, our wine is well-known in this imperial city."

Sanzang drove people directly "Cheng, I know, you step down"

"Hey, you eat and drink well" The shopkeeper retreated, and scolded in his heart, "What is it that the uncle has never seen a distinguished guest?

Sanzang picked up a bite of the snake soup and praised it with a few fingers, "Well, it's good, it's tender and smooth to the touch, and it's chewy, I said Mu Qing, you don't just want to drink, taste it."

I haven't eaten snake meat before, I want to taste it, what if I vomit? But I want to eat it, what if I vomit? Sanzang looks so delicious, I want to taste it, but if I vomit, it will be embarrassing.

Li Muyang was entangled while drinking, he saw the bottom of the altar, there was no more blood on his face, he was pale as if he had been beaten by frost, he stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a small piece of snake meat and swallowed it.

found another one that could be eaten, this Li Muyang must be happy to eat, Sanzang looked at this posture and silently accelerated his eating speed.

Han Bao said that it is called a spittle flying passionately, dancing and talking about the return of the so-called immortals who have seen with his own eyes, this kid chatters endlessly, from the immortals in the sky to the common people, from the common people to the princely precious, from the princely noble to the Fengyue place, from the Fengyue place to the Jianghu martial arts.

After eating the snake soup, Han Bao said, "Recently, there has been a big incident in the martial arts, and the people of Mujiabao and the Song family have pinched up, it is said that it is because Cao Manlong's kid snatched love with a knife and robbed Song Yu's daughter-in-law Mu Tingya"

Han Bao drank a bowl of soju and continued: "How can he give up when the Song family is slapped in the face? If you ignore him, where will Song Sandao's face go?"

Although the imperial city is big, there are only a few gossips over and over, and I finally heard that I drank too much, and my mouth didn't open the door, so I couldn't afford to coax me to continue listening, and there was no such shop in this village.

What Han Bao said was out of the blue, whether it was true or made up by that kid, anyway, after he said this, the reputation of the Mu family girl was a big deal, but unfortunately it was not a good name.

Li Muyang's snake meat was hot and dry at the entrance, and the index finger of his right hand pretended to be unintentionally touching the pulse of his left hand, and it was beating but it was beating very slowly.

Han Bao insulted the Mu family girl, his words were disdainful, and the dirty words made the restaurant guests laugh and greatly reduced their favor.

"Boy, don't talk nonsense," Mu Shuyan angrily smashed the wine jug on Han Bao's head, "Bastard, you dare to speak disrespectfully, I don't think you have that stinky mouth." ”

The fight started, and the guests of the restaurant scattered in all directions, not because they didn't want to stay to watch the excitement, but because the sword had no eyes, it was a nest to lose their lives in order to see the excitement.

The guy in charge of the restaurant hid aside to watch the excitement, the silver two had already been handed over, and he was also happy to watch the excitement, fighting, breaking a few more tables, he happened to renovate.

Sanzang ate the last piece of snake meat and Li Muyang did not move, the wine was really good, he glanced at Li Muyang and found that the other party did not know where the spirit object was, and the sound of smashing the table and splitting the altar ping-pong was simply ignored, and this concentration also convinced him sincerely.

Without saying a word, he pulled out his knife and faced each other, Mu Shuyan was angry, and pulled out the scimitar on his waist to chase and kill, "The thief is angry"

Han Bao shouted as he ran: "At the foot of the imperial city, you dare to kill people?

Mu Shuyan smiled angrily, "Hmph, Wang Fa? Wang Fa is for you, those who know each other will die obediently, otherwise Miss Ben will kill your whole family"

"I'm so scared" Han Bao was also drunk, if he usually wouldn't be powerless to let go of his arrogance, "You come to kill, if you have the ability, you come, I won't stand, stupid pig, kill me, Lao Tzu's whole family will let you kill, do you dare?"

Li Muyang came back to his senses and looked at Sanzang, who was still drinking, "Is it delicious?"

"It's okay, I've drunk better than this, it's hard to buy!

"Is it in stock?"

"Nope"

"Well, you can get out" Li Muyang's expression didn't seem to be fake, and suddenly a violent aura emanated from his body.

"Yes, yes, there is still a jar of century-old wine hidden under the butt of the stone statue of my Buddhist temple"

Han Bao was too drunk, and his sanity was still a little, and he knew how to run to a place where there were people, but unfortunately he couldn't run away from Mu Shuyan, who was already angry, and the scimitar killed Huangquan, split it in half, and blood splattered on the spot.

Blood splashed on the table, the stomach was sprinkled all over the ground, the liver leaked, and Sanzang slapped the table, "Amitabha, the donor has to be forgiving and forgiving, you can make people so with just three words"

Sanzang, you have to remember that you are no longer a monk, there are only three things, and the food is almost over, let's withdraw" Li Muyang put down the wine jar and put down a gold leaf from his cuffs before leaving.

Sanzang got up, the girl who killed people with a scimitar didn't have any remorse, he shook his head and said, "Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the donor will do it himself."