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A window table in the lobby is particularly eye-catching. There was only a plate of fennel beans and two wine bowls on the table.

The bowl is full of wine, and as the bowl is lifted and lowered, the wine in the bowl is gone, but don't worry, the bowl will soon be filled.

Life is like this wine bowl, when it is empty, it will be filled, and when it is full, the wine will be empty. People care more about the people who drink than about the people who drink the wine than the ones that have been opened around the table.

It was two middle-aged men who were drinking, and the middle-aged man didn't talk much, all of them were in the wine. When the two wine bowls touched, a thousand words melted in the stomach with the wine. The two of them cared more about the wine in the bowl.

There are two kinds of wine, one is the wine that is drunk in the stomach, and the other is the wine that drips on the body.

The wine that was drunk into the stomach was so hot that it seemed like a fire burning from the throat to the stomach and from the stomach to the intestines, and it took more wine to pour it off.

The wine dripping on his body was cold, peeking out from the corners of his mouth, flowing down his chin and neck, through his fiery chest, and down his chest. It felt like a cold snow rain in the hot and dry desert, and I couldn't wait to drink another bowl of wine and experience that feeling again.

No matter how much wine you drink in your stomach, your stomach will be swollen, but your stomach will still be empty.

No matter how much wine drips into his chest, no matter how cold his skin is, the blood in his chest is still hot.

The two drank for a long time before the man with the knife spit out a sentence, or a swear word: "All these years it has been on its meow live dog!"

"That's right!" the other man staggered to his feet, grabbed a piece of broken silver from his bosom, raised his hand and shouted to the counter, "Shopkeeper, cut two catties of dog meat!" and threw the broken silver over.

The shopkeeper quickly brought two catties of sliced spiced dog meat to the table.

The man with the knife pointed at the dog meat and smiled, "Ate it?"

The other grabbed a piece of dog meat with his hand, put it in his mouth and chewed, "Yes!

"Delicious!"

"Then you'll have more!"

"Haha!"

"Haha!"

This smile is a helplessness to fate, an indifference to the world, and a sigh of sympathy.

"I don't lose anything to make a friend like you!" said the man with the knife as he hammered the table with his hand.

"Am I Chen someone who loses?" the other person stretched out his finger and pointed at the other party and said, "Punish wine, punish wine!"

It turned out that the two people who drank were Chen Pavilion Master and Chen Rang, who had just become friends.

"Punishment will be punished! I'm still afraid that I won't be able to drink alcohol?" Chen Rang raised his head, and a bowl of wine went down. "Wine is such a good thing, you don't drink it yourself, but you persuade others to drink it, do you say this person is stupid?"

"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. If you don't bring your own good things to entertain friends, are you still friends?" Pavilion Master Chen shook his head and said.

"Yes, yes, yes, you're right! Then I'll have another bowl!" Chen Rang picked up the wine bowl again, ready to drink it all.

"Wait! It's better to be happy alone than to be happy with all. You and I did this together!"

"Good!"

......

As the saying goes, there are a thousand glasses of wine for every confidant, and the two don't know how much wine they have drunk, but it can be seen from the mountain of wine jars.

Even the smiling shopkeeper came to persuade the two: "The two guest officers are drunk, they can't drink anymore, if they drink any more, they will die!"

"Who said I was drunk? Come on, do it! Why is there no wine, the shopkeeper is about to serve the wine!" Chen Rang opened his tongue wide, drunk and confused.

"That's right! Where can wine be intoxicating! Shopkeeper, don't pestle here, serve wine quickly! Chen is indispensable for your wine money. Pavilion Master Chen took out another piece of broken silver and stuffed it into the shopkeeper's hand.

The shopkeeper was in a dilemma with this broken silver. At this moment, the bowl on the wine table made a humming sound, and the sound became louder and louder, and even the ground under his feet began to tremble.

"The earth dragon has turned over!" I don't know who shouted, and the people in the inn rushed out. The owner of the Chen Pavilion ran out with Chen Rang's collar, but as soon as he ran outside, a gust of wind and sand hit his face, choking many people.

When the wind and sand passed, Pavilion Master Chen fixed his eyes and saw a team of heavily armed cavalry standing quietly in front of them. Pavilion Master Chen looked at the cavalry leader a little familiar, no, where is this familiar, this is too familiar to be familiar, isn't the leader the Zhao Zhuang owner of Qinglong Villa?

Lord Zhao patted his somewhat drowsy head, stepped forward two steps and hugged his fists and said: "Isn't this Lord Zhao Zhuang?

The owner of Zhao Zhuang did not get off the horse, so he sat on the horse and said highly: "The master of this village is here to find someone." ”

"Who are you looking for?" asked Pavilion Master Chen.

Lord Zhao Zhuang said in a strange manner: "Of course you know. ”

Pavilion Master Chen knew that Zhao Zhuang was originally a woman, and at this time he was hysterical, but he was disguised as a man's voice, and he thought that this yin and yang tone was just caused by Zhao Zhuang's slip of the tongue for a while, but he didn't care. He continued, "Who is it?"

Lord Zhao raised his chin and said, "It's the person behind you!"

Pavilion Master Chen looked back, wasn't the person behind him Chen Rang?" "Chen Rang, what are you looking for him?"

Lord Zhao Zhuang squeezed out two words: "Revenge!"

"Revenge?" Hearing these two people, Pavilion Master Chen's wine immediately sobered up for the most part, and he said: "He may be the magic knife Chen Rang, but he has now lost his memory. If he once offended Guizhuang, he asked Guizhuang to raise his noble hand......"

Zhao Zhuang said coldly: "Can you be irresponsible if you lose your memory?"

"This ......," Pavilion Master Chen didn't know how to answer for a while.

A palm stretched out from behind Pavilion Master Chen and patted him on the shoulder, "Brother Jing Qiu, thank you." Since it is aimed at me Chen Rang, then whether it is the Demon Knife Chen Rang or me, all the faults will be borne by me alone!"

Pavilion Master Chen held his hand and said, "You and I are friends, how can I ignore this matter?"

"Chen Jingqiu, the master of this village is thinking about his friendship with you, and he has endured it until now. Do you really want to help the enemy of this Qinglong Village? Then don't blame the owner of this village for not being close to people!" After Zhao Zhuang finished speaking, he took out the spear placed on the harness and raised it high, and the hundred knights behind him drew out their spears in unison, held them flat in front, and only waited for an order to launch a charge.

Although the distance of charging at this time was not enough to maximize the advantages of the cavalry, the cavalry torrent composed of a hundred knights was by no means something that a single person in the rivers and lakes could deal with, even a peerless master.

"Stay under the gun!" a voice that was lacking in breath, but it was also a loud voice, came from the back of the cavalry to the front.

It was Han Xing who shouted "Leave people under the gun", and at this time, he ran over out of breath.

Why did Han Xing, who set off with the people of Qinglong Villa, come here at this time? In fact, this can't be blamed for the stinginess of Qinglong Villa, and he is reluctant to share a horse, but he can only blame himself for not being able to ride a horse.

There is nothing more anxious in this world than to watch other people ride away on their horses, while the horses under their crotches do not move.

In desperation, Han Xing could only get off the horse and chase after him on his own legs. If it weren't for the dust raised by the cavalry, I'm afraid he would have been lost.

Luckily, he arrived in time.

(The third update will be sent.) It seems to be a little late. No way, when I was about to write this chapter, I looked at the blank document, and I didn't type a word for 2 hours, so I was forced to write hard, and it took me an hour to write 200 words. It was so difficult for me to write about drinking scenes for someone who is allergic to alcohol. In the end, I had to come up with a trick - drink plain water as wine. Seriously, I drank and vomited, don't laugh, I really drank boiled water and vomited. This can be regarded as an adventure, right? Finally, thank you for the recommendation votes of Bookworm, TSZY Debugging and Shepherd Uncle, and thank you to all the friends who see this! Your support is my biggest motivation. ）