Night, oil lamp.

People, noodle stalls.

A thick-haired monk said, "Sins and sins, Amitabha. ”

A dead scoundrel shouted, "Wine, wine!

More than a dozen rude men crowded into a table, eating and drinking, laughing and talking.

The noodle stall owner smiled wryly, busy.

It's a strange town, not only with a strong people, but also with a mix of people.

The old man has seen a lot, and he can't afford to offend.

Harmony makes money.

That's it.

"If you want to invite you without Zen, please do without Zen. The monk looked ignorant.

"Since you were in for a treat, who taught you not to catch me!" the scoundrel feasted and drank.

The monk nodded, took out a handful of copper plates, and looked down: "I think it's enough." ”

The scoundrel nodded violently: "Enough! Enough! Old man, add three catties of beef and a jar of good wine!"

The old man cut the beef with a knife, and then again, and again, as if it were cut in his own heart! No matter how strange the unlucky monk was, this scoundrel was always a scoundrel! It was not the first time that he had come here to eat white food!

I owe it!, he said.

I owe it!, he said.

I owe it!, he said.

The old man cut the beef and secretly spat on it—

Smiled and took it up.

The scoundrel took it and grabbed the piece of beef with a chopstick!

"Fragrant fragrant! Good taste! Monk, do it again!"

The monk drank the noodle soup with a stack of empty bowls in front of him.

Eighteen in total.

One person praised: "Good monk, good strength, good food!"

One laughed and said: "Happy! Happy! I think the iron rooster has lost haha!"

One person laughed: "I heard that the rivers and lakes are hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and I don't want to finally see them today!"

The scoundrel then laughed: "Heroes are indispensable, it's me hahahaha!"

The people at the table glared at him in disgust and said, "You scoundrel, you are talking nonsense again!"

A scoundrel is a scoundrel, everyone has seen it, the dragon spirit and the tiger are fierce, and it is said that there is no Zen -

Wu Zen is unemployed again.

Because the iron rooster was not going to go for a while, he finished work in the evening and took care of a meal.

Or rather, half a meal.

Then he took out the copper plate and had to send Wuzen away.

It really doesn't make sense.

Fortunately, Wu Zen is finally full.

The scoundrel snorted: "He can eat, I can drink, if you don't accept it, compare with me, one person will beat you a dozen!"

All the men were gone, laughing, eating and drinking.

"The day before yesterday, I heard that there was a character on the rivers and lakes recently, uh, a monk!"

"Yes, I heard that the monk is invulnerable and powerful as an ox, and his kung fu is very good!"

"Bandits?

"Brother, don't you know, that monk is not only a bandit, but also a black and black bandit, running around to do evil......"

"Drink, drink, what kind of bird monk he is!"

"What are you doing, what are you doing, shut your beak!"

"Don't pay attention to him, don't pay attention to him, talk about it again!"

"It is the wicked who have evil retribution, and the evil monk who became a bandit is not only greedy for money and lustful, but also murderous like hemp, and one day he will ......"

"Dead?"

"There is no dead body!Retribution, this is retribution!"

"Drink, drink, don't care what a dead monk is!"

One person slapped the case and said angrily: "You scoundrel, why do you always interject, is this itchy skin and flesh again!"

The scoundrel raised his bowl and invited him, and said with a smile: "It's not a Jianghu person, don't talk about Jianghu affairs, or drink!"

One person smiled disdainfully: "You are a splash and talk about rivers and lakes, haha, ridiculous and ridiculous!"

The scoundrel drank it all and said with a smile: "You laugh, you laugh, the rivers and lakes have my own number one!"

"Which onion are you, and which garlic are you? Why don't you hear it, so I can wait for my eyes to open haha!" one sneered.

"I'm afraid it will scare you to say it, I am the second biggest hero in the world!" the scoundrel laughed, and he was very proud for a while.

One person sighed: "The cowhide blows through the sky, why don't you pee and take a picture of your own house?"

One person smiled: "I've seen a lot of shameless people, but I've never seen you like this-"

One person sighed: "Why don't you say that you are the Yan Tragic Song Yan hero, and be the number one hero in the world!"

One person laughed and said, "Yan Daxia? Haha! You don't deserve to carry shoes to others!"

The scoundrel took a long snort, and his face was already seven points drunk: "It's not a coincidence, it sounds good, it's that-"

Yan Zhao, Yan Tragic Song.

The words fell, and there was silence for a moment.

Immediately, one laughed and said: "If you are Yan Beige, I am Yan Beige's father! Haha, my son, come and recognize your father haha!"

The scoundrel glanced at it, smiled, and said, "That's over." ”

The man stood up suddenly: "How, what, what are you doing, hey!"

But the scoundrel flipped the table!

The scoundrel carried an object and sneered: "Teach you to talk nonsense! I lifted the table, what are you going to do!"

The man was stunned, and sat back helplessly: "If you are sick, you will lift the table by yourself, what will you do to me?"

The crowd laughed and was overjoyed.

No Zen is full of juice.

The old man wept and was speechless.

The scoundrel picked up the wine jar and poured it violently, and said with a strange smile: "The monk is a bandit, and the hero is a scoundrel, haha, some are happy and some are happy!" Wuchan shook his head and said: "Donor, it's not good for you to do this, it's not right for you to do this, the master said that a porridge and a meal are not easy to come by, and you can't ...... them" The scoundrel suddenly pointed and shouted: "Don't be long-winded! You are the bandit monk! Hmph, don't you know when this hero is a hero! You stinky monk, bring me the truth!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and they all looked at each other—

Wuzen was stunned for a while, scratching his head: "Yes." ”

The crowd was stunned.

The scoundrel said sharply: "Okay, you traitor!

Wuzen scratched his head, and it was a joy again: "Wuzen doesn't know, what Wuzen wants to say." ”

The scoundrel sneered, "You're a good bandit, aren't you?"

Wuzen nodded, "Yes." ”

The scoundrel turned his head and smiled: "I said that this fake monk is a good bandit, does anyone believe it?"

The crowd burst into laughter.

The scoundrel pointed to his own house, and said with a smile: "I said that this dead scoundrel is the tragic song of Yan, does anyone believe it?"

The crowd leaned forward and folded together.

The scoundrel poured another sip of wine, staggered and carried the jar and said with a smile: "Ha! I don't believe it either!"

Then he slowly sat down on the ground.

Start singing.

Sweep the world with a stick, set the country with both fists, go to people without getting drunk with three jars of wine, and I will play sad songs from all over the world-

Excuse me, are there any injustices in the world? Say, how many brothers are there in the world?

The head of the enemy that can't be chopped off! The friend who can't drink the wine!

It's really happy, it's happy, it's fun, it's really happy-

Another jar of wine, I'll drink and drink—

Scold!

The sound stopped abruptly, and one person was on all fours.

Snoring loudly.

All the people hid their ears and looked pained.

It's not listening to a song, it's a nightmare.

That rough and hoarse voice was like a frustration knife, slashing in the ears and frustrating.

Ghost crying, wolf howling?

But.

At that moment, a few people couldn't bear it, and rushed over to punch and kick!

It is shaped like a corpse.

The scoundrel just didn't move, he couldn't hear the snoring, and he lay there like a mess of mud.

and like a dead dog.

Wuzen stared at this Mu blankly, remembering where he seemed to have seen it.

Wu Zen still rushed over!

The living are dead again.

Dead and alive.