Although the mantra of this fat man with a mustache in front of him is "Fei Ye, Fei Ye!"

But Duan Yu was not sure that this person was one of the four great ministers of the Gusu Murong family, this person was so rude and didn't let Duan Yu sit here, but the white-faced bearded man next to him smiled gently: "My third brother likes to joke the most in his life, don't mind brother, there are so many places here, you can just sit down at will." ”

Then Duan Yu smiled and nodded, sat next to him, only cared about drinking, and didn't talk much.

The table not far away was very lively, bragging, and happy.

The fat man with the mustache here was still shaking a folding fan in the still cold early spring, holding a wine glass in his hand, and said elegantly: "Senior brother, we didn't come to the Qinlou Chu Pavilion to play with women, wouldn't it be boring to drink like this?"

"You mean we have to call the ** over and pick a few women?" said the white-faced man laughed.

I don't want to play with this, if I get the flower willow disease and spoil my own treasure, then how can I get it? Besides, once this matter spreads, our brothers' reputation in the rivers and lakes will be ruined. The fat man with the mustache said.

"So what interesting can we do? Do you want to fight with me?" said the white-faced bearded man.

Let's tell a story, just talk about the most memorable thing in my life. The mustache and fat man said.

"That's a good idea, so let's ask the third brother to talk about it first. The white-faced man smiled.

"You're younger than me, so you should be the first to talk about it. The mustache and fat man said.

Duan Yu couldn't stand the conversation between the two of them, and really wanted to ask: "Oh, you are sick with that fat man, right?"

So, the white-faced bearded man first told the unforgettable past, he first drank a cup, looked ahead, looked far away, and then said: "One day half a year ago, I hurried through Wuxi, on the suspension bridge on a river, I met a farmer carrying a big dung on the opposite side.

We were both halfway there, and we didn't want to go back to the shore to make way, and besides, it was a single-plank bridge, so it was impossible to turn sideways. ”

"It's easy, you can do a light job, just jump over the head of the farmer. Duan Yu commented while drinking.

"Boy, you are just talking about the general situation, and this brother of mine is called "a gust of wind and turmoil", and he has always acted in his own way, not according to common sense. Since the mustache and fat man said so, then Duan Yu was sure that he was different.

Feng Bo Evil continued: "We only quarreled a few words at first, and we kept confronting each other on the single-plank bridge, and then it was dark, so I said that we had consumed from the first shift to the second watch, and then from the second watch to the dawn. I just won't let it. The farmer's temper is also very hard, and he said, you are not afraid of the smell of my dung, just consume it like this. The farmer was really ruthless, changing the dung burden from his left shoulder to his right shoulder, and from his right shoulder to his left shoulder, but he refused to take a step back.

In the process of consumption, we kept scolding, and all the gossip came up, but he had no internal strength, and after half an hour, he couldn't support it, and when he saw that his body was shaking and he was about to fall into the river, he was angry, put his hand into the dung bucket, grabbed a handful of dung water, and threw it at my chuck. I never expected him to splash, and in an instant, his face and mouth were already covered with dung. ”

Duan Yu and Bao Wei couldn't help frowning when they heard this, such an unlucky and embarrassing thing was lost to the turmoil and regarded it as an unforgettable thing.

"Then you slapped this guy to death in a fit of rage?" said Bao Wei with a very unfair feeling.

"I thought so too, but I hesitated before my palm slammed into his Heavenly Spirit Gai'er. Wouldn't it be a joke for me to wait for people in the martial arts to bully a farmer who doesn't know martial arts at all? So I proposed to have a new competition with him, and in order to appear fairer, I mentioned the flat burden and the dung bucket in his hand, put the flat burden horizontally on my left hand, and held it flat like this.

Then I said, I'll just hold it up, don't change hands, let's consume, whoever loses, will drink this load of dung. The farmer was frightened, and hurriedly retreated, but in a panic, he stepped into the void, and fell into the river. I stretched out my right hand, grabbed him by the collar, raised my right arm flat, held a load of dung on my left, and grabbed a man on my right, laughed, and said, 'Enjoyable, enjoyable!' The storm continued to drink, and finished the story.

"Brother, you're stupid, it's inexplicable. "It's not good to hear it.

"I can't say that, I just feel that it is more rewarding to convince people with virtue than to defeat others with martial arts. After all, we and other rough people can't actually say why, only use actions to convince people with virtue. Feng Bo smirked.

Duan Yu laughed when he heard it, because this thing is really funny, he has never been a gloomy person with a city, he laughs when he should laugh, he cries when he should cry, he has to live happily in life, what is it to live aggrieved?

Unexpectedly, his smile did not arouse the disgust of Bao Wei and the evil, but instead annoyed the rude men at the other table.

"Boy, you laughed out loud like this, disturbing the interest of the uncles in drinking and chatting, why don't you come over and kneel down to admit your mistake and apologize?" A bearded man slapped the table, stood up and pointed at Duan Yu, and said angrily.

The other four people were also shouting there, saying that they were masters in the "Thirteen Eagles of Jiangnan", if Duan Yu didn't hurry over to admit his mistake, they would ruthlessly screw off Duan Yu's head in the past.

"I've never heard of the Thirteen Eagles of Jiangnan, and besides, there are only five of you, so it's a bit of a lame nickname. Besides, I just laughed a few times, and you guys were shouting loudly there, and bragging, who influenced whom, I don't believe that your minds are so stupid that you can't even figure out such a simple question, right?" Duan Yu didn't bother to stand up at all, just tilted his head sideways and smiled leisurely, as if this was just an understatement for him.

"Little brother, you are too arrogant, they are indeed characters in the Thirteen Eagles of Jiangnan, the strength of these five people is not bad, even me and Third Brother Bao will not offend them lightly, little brother, we don't know each other, we may not be able to save you later!"

Even if the turmoil is chivalrous and courageous, once he offends the Thirteen Eagles of Jiangnan, then it is equivalent to erecting an enemy for Princess Murong, so he also has to consider the consequences.

"Boy, this is your own death, and eat me with a knife!" Immediately, a man picked up a thick-backed ghost-headed knife and slashed it.

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