Ximen Qing always had an ominous premonition when he looked at the dark door. Xiao Tianqing couldn't help but clenched the riding whip in her hand, blocking her master's body intentionally or unintentionally.

"Brother Ximen, you're overthinking it!" Jiang Jing, a fortune teller with rich experience in Jianghu, looked at Ximen Qing and Xiao Tianqing's nervous expressions and couldn't help but smile: "Even if it is a black shop, it is opened in a place where people come and go, and

It’s not in a remote area like this. If a black shop were to be opened in a place like this, there wouldn’t be anyone around for a long time.”

"Anyway, the owner of this hotel must be a business idiot." Ximen Qing rolled his eyes, and after listening to Jiang Jing's words, he relaxed a little. With Lao Jianghu by his side, Ximen Qing was still

Relatively safe.

"Is there anyone inside?" Xiao Tianqing felt a little hairy and pulled her neck and shouted twice, but she didn't see any movement inside.

Jiang Jing, the divine fortune teller, took a step forward and said, "Brother Ximen, I'll go in and take a look first."

"Wait a minute, there seems to be someone." Ximen Qing's ears were pointed, and he seemed to hear something. Then there were two coughs from inside the room, and then an old man with gray hair walked out of the darkness. He looked to be in his fifties or sixties and was dressed in black.

Black pants, already a little hunchback.

"It turns out that some guests are here. The little old man is a bit deaf. I just heard it. Please forgive me." The old man cupped his hands as a salute: "Please come in, three guests."

"You are such a careless old man and so rude!" Xiao Tianqing scolded: "Do you know who these two people are? You are so rude!"

"Huh?" Ximen Qing frowned and stopped Xiao Tianqing. The old man looked a little strange: "Old man, are you the manager of this hotel?"

The old man raised his head, and the fortune teller Jiang Jing discovered that both of the old man's eyes were red, and he didn't know if they were smoky or not.

"The little old man has lived for such a long time, no one has ever seen him." The old man's face was calm and unsurprised. He gave Xiao Tianqing a soft nail first, and then answered Ximen Qing's question: "This hotel is the little old man's.

My property, of course the little old man is the shopkeeper. Please wait a moment, sir, while the little old man goes in and opens the window to let in some light."

After saying that, the old man disappeared into the darkness again, minding his own business, presumably to open the window.

"This old man is so weird, why doesn't he even have a waiter?" Xiao Tianqing couldn't help but muttered.

The divine fortune teller Jiang Jing didn't care. He had been traveling around the world for a long time and had seen many strange people. He didn't pay much attention to the old man. Instead, Jiang Jing looked around at the environment.

"Brother Ximen, I just looked at the location of the hotel. I didn't expect to take such a look. This place is in the shade of the mountains. It hides the wind and gathers energy. It is a good place to store wine." Jiang Jing looked around and said

He closed his eyes and took two deep breaths of air. He seemed to be feeling something: "I'm afraid that this hotel was opened here. The location was not to attract business, but to store wine. It seems that the old man is unusual, a certain hotel

I’m really looking forward to his wine.”

Huh? I didn’t expect to find such a place in such a nook and cranny before I had climbed over Jingyanggang. Could it be possible that I could find two winemakers today?

Ximen Qing looked at Jiang Jing's serious expression and couldn't help but not believe what he said. At this time, with a few harsh and unpleasant sounds of wood scraping, there was gradually some light in the small hotel. The old man didn't know whether he was choked by dust or something.

I was so tired that I coughed several times.

"Please come in, gentlemen." The old man shouted in a hoarse voice: "I'll get you some wine."

Jiang Jing, the master fortune teller, didn't even think about it and just raised his legs to go in. Ximen Qing and Xiao Tianqing looked at each other and followed them in boldly.

Two or three wooden windows were opened, and at least the inside of the house didn't look so dark now. However, the three of them took a little time to get used to it before they could clearly see the furnishings in the house.

It’s small! There’s a big table in the middle of the room, and there’s not even a stool!

Broken! The tabletop looked like it had been gnawed by a dog. It was terrible!

It sucks! The table top is crooked, I don’t know if it will collapse at any time!

Even a black shop is a hundred times better than this one!

Even Xiao Tianqing couldn't adapt to this environment. He reached out and touched the table. His hands were covered with dust. He frowned and quickly took the hand towel he brought to wipe the table: "Master, let's not stay here anymore. It's really too bad."

...so dirty!"

The magic fortune teller Jiang Jing had already brought a bench over by himself, stopped Xiao Tianqing and said: "The dust is too big, don't wipe it, otherwise the dust will spread everywhere and it will be difficult to clean."

"Anyway, when you drink, you don't eat ashes. Just pick it up and drink it." Jiang Jing's confident attitude made Ximen Qing look down on him.

Where did this guy hang out in the world? Could it be that he was in the Beggar Clan?

Xiao Tianqing was not willing to let it go, so she turned around and wet her hand towel somewhere, wiped the table carefully twice, and wiped a bench to wait for Ximen Qing to sit down.

The handkerchief picked out from the ashes was thrown on the ground.

Sitting face to face with the master fortune teller Jiang Jing from Ximen Qing’s Dama Golden Knife, he greeted: “Shopkeeper, first cut two plates of meat to go with the wine!”

"No." At this time, the old man came out from behind unsteadily, holding three stoneware wine bowls in his hands and a small wine jar in his arms.

"The shop is a small profit. We originally had some side dishes to go with wine, but the waiter ran away a few months ago." The old man put down the wine bowl and the small wine jar, conjured up a handful of fried peanuts from nowhere and put it on the table:

"Gentlemen, we only have some fried peanuts left. Let's make do with it and give it as a gift from the shop."

After saying that, the old man showed no intention of helping to pour the wine, and simply retreated into the darkness behind the counter.

Where did the fat beef go with the flower cake? Even if there is no beef, at least some mutton, goose, etc. can be used to drink wine? A handful of fried peanuts, what does it matter!

The official Ximen, whose face was full of grief and anger, wished he could use his smart phone to write a rant about the worst pub in Qinghe County on Dianping.com. On the other side, Jiang Jing had already removed the mud seal of the small wine jar and took a deep breath.

After taking a sip, his face was filled with surprise: "This wine... smells very good."

Xiao Tianqing rushed to pour wine for Ximen Qing and Jiang Jing, but she was not even interested in touching it. Jiang Jing just smelled the smell and even the wine bug in his stomach was hooked out, so he didn't care about Ximen Qing.

Whether he drank or not, he drank a bowl first and felt the strong aroma filling his mouth: "Pour the wine, pour the wine!"

Ximen Qing took a shallow sip. Although he was not very interested in rice wine, the wine was still far beyond his expectation. The taste was almost comparable to the ten-year-old daughter's red he drank with Zhu Zhixian some time ago.

Jiang Jing, who was opposite him, had already drank three glasses of wine in a row. Then he peeled off a peanut and threw it into his mouth, chewing it. His eyes became hot: "Good wine! I didn't expect to be able to drink such good wine!"

Usually when faced with such compliments, the store owner would stand up and say thank you, but Ximen Qing looked at the indifferent expression of the old man behind the counter and ignored it at all.

"Mr. Jiang, what's so good about this wine?" Ximen Qing asked deliberately: "How does it compare to other hotels?"

"The wine is rich in aroma and smooth in the mouth." Jiang Jing, the fortune teller, asked Xiao Tianqing to pour another bowl and tasted it carefully: "Don't talk about Qinghe County, I think even compared to other famous wines, it is not inferior.

."

"Oh? How about compared to three bowls but no post?" Ximen Qing asked next. He clearly saw the eyes of the old man who was looking up at the roof at 45 degrees flicker, and knew that he had asked the right question.

The magic fortune teller Jiang Jing also hesitated and considered it for a moment, after all, the store owner was sitting behind him: "In terms of the craftsmanship of making this wine, it is not inferior to that of Shopkeeper Liu from Jingyanggang, but the strength of the wine is a little worse...

."

Seeing that the old man frowned obviously, Ximen Qing seemed to be resisting the urge to jump out and vomit, and asked again: "If two bowls of wine were placed in front of you, which bowl would you drink?"

We work together like enemies. This old man runs a hotel here in Jingyanggang, and shopkeeper Liu from Yanggu County across the street runs another hotel. They are probably shouting at each other secretly. Judging from the old man's reaction just now, it seems that there is something going on behind the scenes.

There are bloody stories.

Sure enough, as soon as Ximen Qing asked this question, the old man looked directly at the magic fortune teller Jiang Jing. He no longer looked indifferent, but pricked up his ears and waited for the answer.

"This..." Magic fortune teller Jiang Jing hesitated: "It's still shopkeeper Liu's three bowls, but it's half a point better..."

"That little bastard, what does he know!" The old man jumped out from behind the counter. He was so excited that two or three veins popped out on his face. He suddenly raised his voice to the loudest: "Even the wine was stolen from me!

"

"You old man, what do you want to do!" Xiao Tianqing looked at the gesticulating old man and shouted loudly.

The divine fortune teller Jiang Jing was also quite surprised. He stood up and looked at the old man: "Who are you? The county captain is here, please get out of here!"

"What! Lord County Lieutenant!" The old man looked like he couldn't believe it: "Who is the Lord County Lieutenant?"

"This is the newly appointed county captain, Lord Ximen!" Jiang Jing stretched out his hand, and Lord Ximen took a stance and looked at the old man with official authority.

With a "plop" sound, the old man fell to his knees and kowtowed: "The adults must make decisions for the common people!"

Ximen Qing originally wanted to find a few winemakers, but he didn't expect that a lawsuit would suddenly arise. However, Yanggu County on the opposite side was not under his control anyway, so he just gave him a few words of comfort.

"Old man, what's your name?" Ximen Qing suddenly felt like he was transforming into Bao Qingtian, and he almost couldn't sing: "If you have any grievances, tell me about it."

"Sir, I'm afraid it will be insulting to hear this little old man's name, but because he makes good wine and is somewhat famous in Qinghe County, everyone gave him a nickname to save some..." The old man kowtowed again.

After bowing his head, he thanked Mr. Ximen County Lieutenant, and then said in a calm and steady tone.

"What? How many hands are left?" Ximen Qing felt that there were black lines on his face, and he almost stopped laughing. He didn't expect to meet a Weibo celebrity in this era.
Chapter completed!