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Wuxi City.

The city is bustling with people and is very prosperous.

Among them, a young figure is extremely eye-catching.

He was dressed in fine clothes, handsome in appearance and extraordinary in temperament.

But there was a melancholy look on his face, as if he had encountered something troublesome and was not in a good mood.

He looked back to the east, with a look of loneliness on his face.

"Duan Yu, Duan Yu, Miss Wang's heart is for Mr. Murong. In Miss Wang's heart, you are probably not even as good as Mr. Murong."

Duan Yu couldn't help but feel a little sad as he murmured in a low voice.

As the eldest son of the Duan family in Dali, he had everything he wanted in his life.

Even though he was once captured by Jiumozhi, imprisoned by Duan Yanqing, and worked as a gardener at Mantuo Villa, he did not feel sad.

But yesterday in the waterside pavilion, he saw that Miss Wang's heart flew to Mr. Murong's side and she didn't care about his feelings at all. He was really sad.

So much so that I didn't want to stay for even a quarter of an hour and just left.

"I hope we never meet again."

Gu Gu Gu Gu.

Just when Duan Yu sighed, his stomach suddenly growled.

Thinking about it carefully, he had not had a drop of water from last night to today, and he had been rowing for such a long time. He was already ravenous, so he should have had a good meal.

Thinking of this, Duan Yu looked around and walked straight into a restaurant called Songhe Tower on the street.

Duan Yu went upstairs and was greeted by the waiter. He ordered a pot of wine and randomly paired some dishes to go with the wine.

When the food and wine were served, he poured himself a cup and drank. Suddenly, a feeling of desolation and loneliness came over his heart, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

A big man sitting in the west seat turned around, and his two cold eyes flashed twice on Duan Yu's face.

Duan Yu felt something in his heart and looked at the big man.

The big man looked to be about thirty years old. He was wearing a gray old cloth robe that was slightly shabby. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth. He had a square face with Chinese characters, and he was full of momentum.

Seeing the appearance of this big man, Duan Yu admired in his heart.

"This big man is so powerful. I have traveled all over Dali and Jiangnan, and I have never seen such a person before!"

"That Bao Bu Bu boasts about his heroic spirit, but it's nothing compared to this big man!"

Thinking of this, Duan Yu couldn't help but want to make friends with this big man.

He glanced at the food and wine on the big man's table and said to the waiter: "This man's food and wine are all on my account."

When the big man heard this, he smiled at Duan Yu and said nothing.

Duan Yu wanted to chat for a few words, but when he saw that the big man had no intention of speaking, he was too embarrassed to take the initiative to speak again.

Just then, two people came up from the stairs.

The person in front was lame and was using a cane, but he still walked slowly.

The second person is an old man with a sad face.

The two of them walked to the big man's table and bowed respectfully.

The big man only nodded and did not get up to return the salute.

The lame man whispered something to the big man, vaguely mentioning the words "meeting at the pavilion of Huishan" and other words.

Duan Yu didn't want to eavesdrop on other people's conversations, but he had no choice but to do so. He was full of energy and had sharp ears and eyes, and could hear every word clearly.

The big man glanced at Duan Yu again and suddenly snorted coldly.

Duan Yu was startled, his left hand trembled, and with a clang, the wine glass fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

The big man smiled when he saw this and said, "Why is this brother in such a panic? Why don't you come over and have a drink with us?"

When Duan Yu heard this, he immediately stood up and walked over, saying, "Then it would be disrespectful for me to refuse."

The big man glanced at the bartender standing aside and said loudly: "Two big bowls and ten pounds of sorghum!"

Duan Yu couldn't help being startled when he heard the big man's words.

With ten kilograms of sorghum, is this big man going to force him to death?

By this time, the bartender had already brought the wine to the table and poured two full bowls.

If it were normal times, Duan Yu would never drink like this.

But yesterday he was listening to the perfume pavilion and suffered a lot of indifference. At this time, he did not want to be despised and ridiculed again no matter what.

The thing in front of him was not only a bowl of sorghum wine, but even a bowl of poisonous wine. He would drink it all in one go!

Thinking of this, Duan Yu picked up the bowl, raised his head and took a sip, till not a drop was left!

The big man couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw this. He laughed and said, "It's refreshing!"

While he was talking, the big man also picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp!

“Good wine!”

"Come again!"

Dahan and Duan Yu drank one bowl after another.

The big man had an astonishing amount of alcohol and was not drunk at all, but Duan Yu was a little out of sorts.

It's just that at this time, Yu was very drunk and seemed to have passed out under the table.

But at this moment, a surge of true energy surged in Yu Dantian.

He subconsciously performed the exercises according to the Six Meridians Divine Sword Forehead Technique, and actually forced the wine out of the circuit that circulated the infuriating energy, and flowed out along his little finger!

The drink was forced out of the body, and soon Yu's mind came to his senses.

The big man couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw that Duan Yu had sobered up so quickly.

At this time, Shi Shiyu had a unique method of "sobering up". Dangjiang raised the sea bowl again and said: "When you meet a close friend, a thousand cups are too little!"

The big man laughed when he heard this and said: "Yes, a thousand glasses of wine is less than a thousand glasses of wine with a close friend. Your ability to drink is much better than that of my sworn brother!"

As he spoke, the big man also raised the bowl of sea, and the two of them drank it in one gulp.

You two have a bowl and I have a bowl, but in a short time you have consumed thirty bowls of wine.

No one had ever heard of such a bold event like drinking wine. At this time, they couldn't help but feel curious and came to watch one after another.

Duan Yu glanced at the wine jar next to him and said with a smile: "If I drink any more, I'm afraid my wallet won't be enough."

The big man laughed, took out a piece of silver, put it on the table, and said, "I'll treat you to this meal, let's go!"

When Duan Yu saw this, he couldn't help but feel a little happy.

When he was in Dali, he was the heir apparent and had difficulty making any true friends.

When I was listening to Perfume Pavilion, I was often ridiculed by others. Now it is rare to meet such a forthright man, and I am willing to make friends with him.

With this thought in mind, he followed the big man downstairs. Unexpectedly, the big man walked faster and faster, drifting dozens of feet away in the blink of an eye.

Duan Yu didn't think much, and immediately used Lingbo Weibu to catch up quickly, walking side by side with the big man.

The two refused to give in to each other, chasing after each other, and left the city in the blink of an eye.

After comparing this journey for thirty or forty miles, the two people's lightness skills were actually somewhat comparable.

This made the big man couldn't help but admire Duan Yu even more, and said with a smile: "Qiao Feng has long heard about the name of Mr. Murong, and seeing him today, he is indeed well-deserved!"

It turns out that this big man is none other than Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan!

When Duan Yu heard Qiao Feng's words, he immediately explained: "My surname is Duan Guangrong. Brother, I recognized the wrong person."

Qiao Feng was a little surprised.

Earlier, when he saw Duan Yu acting carefree and uninhibited, he originally thought it was Murong Fu, who was known as Nan Murong in the world, but he didn't expect that he had mistaken the person!

After Duan Yu explained his origins and how he came to Jiangnan, Qiao Feng felt that Duan Yu was an outspoken person and he was ready to become Jinlan brothers with Duan Yu.

Duan Yu naturally wanted this.

After they became sworn brothers, Qiao Feng smiled and called Duan Yu "third brother".

Duan Yu was a little curious when he heard this and asked: "Brother, you call me third brother, don't I have a second brother?"

Qiao Feng nodded and said: "At this time last year, I traveled to the Ming Dynasty and met a storyteller in Qixia Town. His surname was Lu Fengming. He was as straightforward and unrestrained as you."

"I became brothers with different surnames at that time. He was twenty-six and older than you, so he was considered your second brother."

Duan Yu heard this and said with a smile: "I see, I didn't expect you to have been to the Ming Dynasty, brother. If I have a chance, I will definitely go to the Ming Dynasty and get to know this second brother."

Qiao Feng sighed with emotion and said: "Originally, your second brother and I made an appointment to meet again in the Ming Dynasty this year."

"It's just that the gang is so involved in affairs that I really can't leave."
To be continued...