At dawn, the pale blue sky was studded with a few remnant stars, and on the rugged mountain road to the Five Kingdoms City, a simple wine house loomed under the starlight mist. There was a thatched hut behind the wine house, and the faint light was shining at this time, and in the shadow of the window, a plump young woman dressed and tied her hair, pushed the door and went out, and then froze......

The store was not opened, but I saw two people sitting on a broken table in front of the wine room. There is a giant tripod next to it, and several supernatural flags are embedded deep in the snow. With the cold wind, the pale cloth is displayed, and the flagpole under him is also driven to tremble with excitement!

One of them was full of anger, and asked in a deep voice: "Does the lady have wine to sell?" The young woman's shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and when she looked at it, she saw that this person was in his thirties, wearing a shabby robe, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a high nose bridge, and a square Chinese face, which was quite weathered.

This general heroic appearance, I can see that the young woman shopkeeper is a little at ease. In this deserted suburb, most of them are tired of the hustle and bustle in the city gates, and they are comfortable with their fists and feet, and they can stay in a quiet place, which can not only make a living, but also enjoy the elegance of hearsay. However, if you are not a person who practices martial arts, if you come here to look for mountains and rivers, if you are not good at observing words and feelings, I am afraid that your life will not be long.

The young woman's shopkeeper was no longer timid, and replied, "Oh...... Yes...... How much do you want to fight?"

Another Dao Gu looked like a dusty man in his hand and pointed to the giant tripod in the middle of the road......

So, in the early morning of this deep winter, the small shop that had not yet opened sold out all the wine stored this winter. Bamboo leaf green, daughter red, burning knife...... All the altars were poured into the huge ding. They ordered a few more side dishes, drank them, and didn't use a wine bowl, they handed a sip of Juding back and forth and drank it in turns.

The young woman's shopkeeper looked at the two strange men in a daze, still wondering if she was dreaming......

The two of them drank until the middle of the day, when they suddenly heard a "rustling" of footsteps in the snow. A Biao-shaped monk with a whistle stick in his hand came in an arrow, stopped in front of the wine liao, and saw eight bamboo poles standing on the side of the road, and a cloth tie was hung on each pole, and the first two were inscribed with thin gold and wild grass respectively: "Jing Kang is ashamed, it is still not snowing; the courtiers hate, when will it be destroyed!" It is a famous sentence in Yue Fei's "Man Jianghong". It is said that General Yue waved the Northern Expedition and broke the golden soldiers in Yancheng, and then overlooked the lost land of the Central Plains by the railing, and was full of emotion, so he made this word to encourage himself.

Under the expectation of the monk, he suddenly realized, and then dipped his stick in wine, jumped up, and wrote eight big characters on the third empty couplet. When everyone looked at me, they were shocked: "I'm fat, but I'm great!"

The two people on the seat frowned at each other, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook their heads, only to see that Dao Gu stood up suddenly, waved the dust, brought a gust of dark wind, waved the wine next to the seat, and shouted: "Please!"

The monk was getting carried away, and when he saw Juding flying, he threw the whistle stick into the snow, and then sank down to lift his breath, and hit dozens of palm shadows with his palms, like a wall of air towards Juding. I could only hear a series of muffled sounds of "bang bang bang", and the wine tripod stopped steadily in the monk's hand.

The cloth guest praised loudly: "What a thousand hands!"

I didn't hear the sound of salute, but I heard a scream like killing a pig: "Ouch! it! Ouch!" It turned out that the monk was working hard in his hands, but the next plate was unstable, and the thousand catties of wine were catched, and a stumble smashed on the surface of his feet. The monk scolded and limped, and did not take back the giant ding, and took off his shoes when he sat down.

The other two frowned, unable to think of what kung fu to use to retrieve the giant ding.

At this moment, a handsome man dressed as a Confucian student slowly came up on the ramp, his movements seemed to be very slow, but his steps were surprisingly long, and he only took three or five steps to reach the wine house. The Confucian student looked at the giant tripod in the middle of the road, and then looked at the inscription on the cloth link, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. I saw him fold his fan and raise it, blowing out a strong wind, holding up the giant tripod in the air. Then with another blow, the giant tripod was driven by the strong wind, and it spun like a spinning top. The crowd could only hear the buzzing bell ringing, and the roaring waves of anger rushed to their faces......

Confucius flicked out the last fan, and with the sound of the giant tripod, it flew towards the wine table. Seeing this, everyone retreated in shock, but unexpectedly, the giant tripod changed direction halfway, drew a perfect arc, passed around the table, and flew towards the cloth on the side of the road. At the same time, Confucius had flashed to the front of the fourth empty link like a ghost, and caught the giant tripod steadily. I saw that the phantoms on his sleeves were layered one after another, and the wine in the Ding Ding actually jumped up in the air, like a dragon out of the water, and wrote on the fourth empty couplet: "Drive a long car, step through the Helan Mountain!"

"What a 'water dragon chant'!" said the clothed guest on the side.

After the last stroke of the question, Confucian was about to put down the wine tripod, when he suddenly saw another person in front of him. I saw that he was five short figures, thin and thin, and his white outfit was almost integrated with the snow, and it was really not easy to find it from a distance. What's even more bizarre is his slender fingers and nails, the length of which is almost the length of an arm! If it weren't for his hands and feet, and his facial features, everyone would probably have to shoot the case and kill the demon together!

I saw Confucian smiling sideways, and with a flick of the folding fan in his hand, the wine tripod flew towards the "monster". Unexpectedly, the "monster" didn't answer, but he fled to the side, looked at the general with a puzzled face, and then saw everyone shaking their heads and sighing, and then suddenly realized, "Oops", turned around and chased, the speed was extremely fast.

Everyone saw the wine tripod fall to the ground from afar, but the "monster" was nowhere to be found. After another moment, the Ding slid back as if it had grown legs, and stopped next to the wine room.

Everyone looked forward to it in surprise for a while, and saw the "monster" break out of the ground. The monk touched the monster's head and asked, "Pangolin?"

The "monster" spat out a mouthful of black mud and said, "I...... I...... I am...... I'm an apprentice of a pangolin!"

Everyone let out an "oh" and immediately understood.

No wonder he is so short and strangely dressed, he turned out to be a disciple of a pangolin, and his body and clothes are all hidden.

Today he came here to make an appointment instead of the master, but as soon as they met, a giant ding, he was timid by nature, and avoided it without thinking.

The monk scolded: "What else do you do besides making holes?!"

The pangolin glared at him, realizing that his eyes were not as big as his, and sat down muttering.

Everyone sat down, waited for a while, and saw the shopkeeper entertaining, and one of them shouted: "Shopkeeper!

The young woman shopkeeper was stunned by the sight, and forgot for a moment that everyone in front of her was a guest, and when she heard the cheers, she reacted, "Come on......" and twisted her waist towards the wine table......

Everyone asked for a few large bowls, added a few side dishes, and the appearance of eating began to be elegant......

Not long after, a man who looked like a soldier came on the other side of the mountain road. He was lazily pacing the figure-eight steps, his eyes red and greedy, and at this time he found the young woman shopkeeper in front of him, and looked at it wantonly, what a pair of wolf eyes it was!

When you look closer, the lines of the official uniform are clearly visible, and you are a golden soldier!

Seeing this, the monk snorted, but was stopped by the clothed guest with his hand, and said in a deep voice: "The big thing is coming, don't make extraneous branches!"

I saw that the golden soldier came to the young woman's shopkeeper with frivolous steps, took off the fur burden on his back, took out three wine bags, and said in a daze: "Three catties of daughter red! Three catties of bamboo leaves green! Three catties of burning knives...... Hehe......" He handed the wine bag in one hand, not to the young woman's shopkeeper, but to her round breasts. The young woman's shopkeeper was about to raise her hand to push the block, but she heard an intermittent sound - "Boom, boom, boom......" It turned out that the other hand of the golden soldier was holding the knife tied to his waist, and he kept unsheathing it and retracted it, making a burst of friction sound, which was quite deterrent.

The young woman's shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and Jin Bing's hand carrying the wine bag wandered more happily on her chest, and she shouted solemnly: "What are you stunned about!

Immediately, he changed his face and smiled evilly: "Isn't it the proprietress who thinks this is very comfortable? Why don't we go to the house, the master can make you even more lustful!hahahahaha!" Before the laughter stopped, the golden soldier suddenly felt that the hairs behind him stood on end, and when he turned around to look, he didn't find anything wrong.

The young woman's shopkeeper was teased so that her cheeks flushed, but she didn't dare to block the fist that rubbed against her chest. Jing pretended to staggered and took a small step back, then smiled awkwardly, and said with an embarrassed face: "Bing...... Soldier ...... Today...... There is no wine today......"

When the Jin soldier heard this, his complexion changed, and he blurted out and scolded: "No wine?!...... What are those singers drinking over there?!"

The Dao Gu not far away was amazing, and when she heard the word "singing", she couldn't help but be angry, and immediately took the case.

The proprietress trembled with her hands, and the whole plate of oil cakes was poured into the pot: "Wine ...... Wine is ...... by them They bought them all......"

said that Jin Bing grew up in the barracks since he was a child, and he had never seen the martial arts people of the Great Song Dynasty. Jin Bing naturally knows how to bully and sing big operas, just like cats know how to bully mice.

The Jin soldier shook his head and came over, glanced at everyone, and said, "Who slapped the table just now?"

Dao Gu said awe-inspiringly: "It's me!" The Mixed Yuan True Qi had already been injected into his right hand, just waiting for the riot to split the person into thirty-six pieces. The monk's eyes were also wide with anger, and the phantoms in his left hand were layered on top of each other, vowing to open dozens of holes in this golden dog. The clothier no longer hindered him, and drank to himself.