Qingmeng took Shi Jingkong to a tavern. The two sat down and boiled some wine. Qingmeng took the cup and was about to pour wine for Shi Jingkong.
Shi Jingkong said hurriedly: "Master...Master, monks cannot drink alcohol..."
After hearing this, Qingmeng had no choice but to put down the wine and asked for a pot of hot water. The two talked for a long time.
"I said, little monk, did you know that you might lose your head on this trip? Do you dare to go?" Qing Meng said with a smile.
"My lord's order...why don't you obey?" Shi Jingkong took a sip of hot water and answered nervously.
"It's so nice to have a sip of hot water on this cold day." Although Qing Meng said that, she still held on to the drink.
The whole tavern was very lively. It was probably because it was too cold. Most people chose cheaper hot water instead of heating a pot of wine. Even with a pot of hot water, four or five gentlemen could gather at the table and chat.
He spent several hours. So the whole pub was noisy and lively.
On the street, pedestrians' shoes made a "clucking" sound as they rubbed against the snow on the ground. The cold wind howled, and the pedestrians moved faster. Under the fierce cold wind, a wintersweet flower fell...
Shi Jingkong paid the money and was served another plate of bean buns. Qingmeng was not polite and quickly picked a few into his mouth with chopsticks, and said with a sticky mouth: "Eat...why don't you eat?"
Shi Jingkong clasped his hands together and muttered something unknown, then moved his chopsticks and ate slowly.
Qingmeng asked the waiter to bring a big bowl, filled it with wine, and said to Shi Jingkong: "Young monk, you can use water instead of wine, and we will drink one!" Shi Jingkong also picked up a bowl.
Bowl of hot water.
"Spit!" A mouthful of phlegm suddenly fell from the beam, and landed in Qingmeng's wine bowl. Qingmeng looked inside the bowl and saw a mouthful of big yellow phlegm!
"Asshole!" Qingmeng drank a little too much wine and cursed, raising the wine bowl and smashing it into pieces with a "pop!" Shi Jingkong was shocked and hurriedly tugged on the corner of Qingmeng's clothes.
Everyone heard the sound of broken bowls, and the voices in the tavern became silent. They looked at Qingmeng and Qingmeng with big eyes and small eyes. The waiter also ran over and asked: "Master, what's wrong?"
Qingmeng grabbed the clerk by the collar and yelled: "I ask you, which bastard dares to spit in my wine? Ah!"
only hear
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A burst of cheerful laughter came from the beam of the room. Qingmeng looked up angrily and saw a man wearing dark blue rags, black trousers with "Tianmen" embroidered on it, and a pair of black boots, with a sword on his belly.
The man was lying leisurely on the beam, pouring wine from the gourd bottle in his right hand.
Qingmeng shook off the man, pointed at the man on the beam and shouted: "Who are you? Come down quickly!" Shi Jingkong didn't know what to do, so he could only recite silently: "Amitabha, Amitabha..."
Everyone seemed to understand something and burst into laughter. Qing Meng pointed at those people angrily: "What's so funny?"
A man laughed and said: "Hero, why don't you come down and let him get to know you!" Upon hearing this, everyone laughed so hard that they could hear the laughter in the tavern miles away.
"With a sword and wine in hand, I can roam around the world. What is your name? Huai Tianmen Xiao Qingfeng!" The man laughed loudly and ignored Qing Meng at all.
The waiter had no choice but to persuade Qing Meng back to his seat after a long time of persuasion, and said to him: "Sir, why are you talking to him? This is a lunatic who came from I don't know when. According to him, his name is Xiao Qingfeng.
He holds a wine bottle in his hand every day, and his clothes haven’t been washed for an unknown amount of time. He always has a place to live, and he keeps saying that he is the ‘best swordsman in the world’ all day long.”
"Bah! I think he is the 'number one madman in the world'!" Qing Meng banged on the table, his face already red with anger.
"Hero, how much money do you owe the boss?" an old man said with a joking smile.
"Just wait, one day I will be rich and buy this entire tavern!" Xiao Qingfeng said arrogantly.
"I said, man, how can you still drink this wine?" Qing Meng asked.
The guy came over with a long broom and said semi-threateningly to Xiao Qingfeng who was lying on the beam drinking: "Xiao Qingfeng, if you don't come down, I will beat you down!"
"Spit!" Another mouthful of phlegm fell, this time it was good, it spit directly on Qing Meng's face.
This time the explosive barrel was set on fire. Qing Meng overturned the table and cursed angrily: "Okay, you bastard, you deliberately provoke me, right? Do you dare to come down and have a showdown?" Qing Meng pretended to fight.
The posture comes.
"Of course, I'll accompany you at any time!" Xiao Qingfeng jumped off the beam with his sword, but unexpectedly fell into the mud. Because he drank too much, he couldn't stand firmly and fell directly to the ground.
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on the ground.
Qing Meng secretly thought in her heart: "How can this drunk lunatic still want to beat me?" Thinking of this, Qing Meng let down his guard.
Xiao Qingfeng stood up unsteadily, burped, and said to Qingmeng: "I can defeat you with only one hand, and I will give you the sword in my hand."
"This is what you said, don't regret it!" Qing Meng said proudly.
"Humph..." Xiao Qingfeng sneered with some contempt: "I'm afraid it's you, a young boy, who regrets it. I, Xiao Qingfeng, have lived for thirty-seven years. What scenes have I not seen?"
"You have lived for thirty-seven years, but no woman wants to be by your side?" Qing Meng said sarcastically.
Xiao Qingfeng's body suddenly trembled. These words seemed to hurt his heart. A gust of cold wind blew into the room and slid across his rosy cheeks, and a tear fell down.
"Look at the sword!" Xiao Qingfeng stabbed Qing Meng like crazy. Qing Meng was so frightened by this posture that she woke up half-awakened. She awkwardly ducked back, but Xiao Qingfeng's fierce swordsmanship suddenly spun.
Qingmeng's hair was cut off in half.
Seeing that there was a lot of excitement, everyone gathered around them. Qingmeng knew that she was no match for Xiao Qingfeng, so she hurriedly ran out of the store and ran under the wintersweet tree.
Xiao Qingfeng chased after him, raised his sword, and was about to strike Qing Meng when he saw the wintersweet tree behind Qing Meng, so he stood there blankly, looking at the falling wintersweet flowers, as if thinking of something, he lowered his head.
He turned his head and disappeared into the flying snow without a word...
Qingmeng's strength was actually not weak, but he could see that Xiao Qingfeng's swordsmanship had extremely fast speed and turning power that ordinary people could not achieve. And he saw a kind of sadness and anger in Xiao Qingfeng's eyes.
If you hit hard, you will either die or be injured.
After the two paid the money and left, Qingmeng said to Shi Jingkong: "This man's swordsmanship has no flaws, and he doesn't look like an ordinary person. I think we can find him as General Lou's bodyguard, but I don't know how to find his whereabouts."
Shi Jingkong's eyes lit up, and he replied excitedly: "Master, do you still remember his pants? They have the word 'Tianmen' printed on them."
Qing Meng suddenly said with enlightenment: "That's right! Why didn't I think that based on those two words, we can definitely find the whereabouts of this guy? Let's go and ask where this so-called 'Tianmen' is."