Me and my Jianghu Tavern

"Of course, I, Jiang He, never lose sight."

Jiang He even dared to pat his chest to say this sentence, how can someone who can impress him be so bad.

It's just a pity that the old ghost can only stay here in Xuzhou as an idler in the end, because of good fortune and tricks, and the martial arts at the beginning are useless.

"You're not bad, kid." Jiang He said suddenly, but then changed his voice and said, "The only downside is, how could you lose Jian Xin?"

"How can I fall in love with you?" Zhang Ming said helplessly.

"You have extraordinary swordsmanship, do you want to be famous in this Jianghu? Are you on the list?"

"No." Zhang Ming denied.

Jiang He frowned, turned to look at Zhang Ming, shook his head and said, "Boy, you can't do it, why didn't you even make it to the top of the list?"

"It's not important." Zhang Ming smiled dryly.

Just kidding, can you know if you go to the top of the list?

If Jiang He knew what kind of civet cat boy he was on the list, wouldn't he be ridiculed again.

The old ghost has an extraordinary understanding of guns. In the past few decades, he has read many military books and read many ancient books on marksmanship.

In his eyes, there is no one in the world who knows more about guns than him.

Like Jiang He, he is an extremely confident person, and he also has the capital of this confidence.

The little girl in front of her has a very good foundation, her meridians have been dredged, and she presumably laid the foundation at a very young age, she is a good embryo for using a spear.

Su Tan grew up in a theater since he was a child, and singing is not just about singing a few lines with his mouth, but also needs to be practiced in form and movement, so his foundation is not bad.

"How long have you been learning how to shoot?" the old ghost asked.

"Less than half a year." Su Tan replied.

"That's right." The old ghost nodded, looked at Su Tan and said, "This old man has three marksmanship, one for killing, one for defense, and one for both offense and defense, but it's less powerful. Which one do you want to learn?"

Su Tan pondered for a moment, a little hesitant.

If the shopkeeper were to choose, it is estimated that she would definitely choose the marksmanship that combines both offense and defense.

But she didn't think so.

"Master Killing!"

The old ghost was a little surprised, and asked again: "You already know the marksmanship of the master, so you should think about it."

"Senior, I've made up my mind."

"Okay then, the old man will teach you the marksmanship of the master."

Chapter 346: Unforgettable

By the time the sun went down, Su Tan was already exhausted. Her days of learning guns were short, and her physical strength was still a little behind. It reminded her of the days when she practiced guns on the high mountains outside Jian'an, where the sun rose and set, Just like now.

Zhang Ming took Su Tan back to Jiangfu, while Jiang He stayed behind.

On the way back, Zhang Ming asked, "How do you feel?"

"That senior..." Su Tan thought for a moment, but he hesitated how to describe it.

The old ghost's martial arts is not high, but his understanding of guns is extraordinary, as if he is an expert in the world.

"Very powerful." Su Tan replied.

"You have been learning guns for half a year, and there is no one to guide you. Sometimes it is not enough to practice guns blindly. You have to find some experience. The old ghost has a good understanding of guns. I think you should be enough."

"The treasurer..."

"how?"

Su Tan pursed his lips and said, "Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome."

Zhang Ming stopped, smiled slightly, and said, "It works."

Seeing that smile, Su Tan forgot what he should say for a while.

Sometimes, it's like this.

With just a smile, you can forget everything and only know the person in front of you.

.........

Weapon shop.

The old ghost warmed the wine and put it on the table.

Jiang He sat at the table and said with a smile: "Old ghost, now I don't care for your soju."

Even though he said so, Jiang He couldn't wait to pick up the wine.

"That's what you say with your mouth, but you're so sincere with your hands." The old ghost scolded with a smile.

The old ghost's wine is not as good as Zhang Ming's, but Jiang He has been thinking about this sip for so many years. Some tastes are unforgettable, just like the old ghost's wine and his gun.

"How many years have I not been here?" Jiang He asked.

"No more, no less, eleven years."

"Has it been so long?" Jiang He just felt that these 11 years passed too quickly, as if it was yesterday.

"Yes." The old ghost sighed, "Time is impermanent, you and I have aged a lot."

The building fell silent.

Only the sound of loose planks and rats crawling in the attic.

Jiang He broke the silence and asked, "How have you been recently?"

"I can't die." The old ghost said.

He is already over 60 this year, although he is considered old, but he can still survive for a few more years.

"You." Jiang He smiled helplessly, poured a glass of wine, raised his head and said, "You haven't thought about finding a woman for so many years? When you are too old to walk, what should you do if you don't even have a child?" .”

"It's up to you to take it easy."

Jiang He gave him a cold look, curled his lips and said, "I'm afraid that you will die, and no one will tell me."

"It turns out that you were expecting this old man to die."

"You are so old-fashioned, it's really hard to talk to you, if I didn't know you, I would have killed you long ago."

"Haha." The old ghost laughed loudly, but suddenly coughed while clutching his chest, "cough cough cough..."

"Drink the shochu." Jiang He handed the shochu to the old ghost.

After taking a sip of shochu, the old ghost felt much better, and he stretched out his hand to catch his breath.

"Phew, I'm really old, I cough and gasp when I laugh." The old ghost shook his head and sighed.

"It's probably not far from death." Jiang He joked.

The old ghost grinned, and said: "I can live for two more years, but I won't die. I won't give it to you if you miss my whole house of treasures."

"Cut, who cares." Jiang He waved his hand, he and the old ghost were old acquaintances, and they talked about the same thing, neither of them cared.

Jiang He took a sip of the shochu, which made him grin his teeth, and said, "I think you should touch the gun more while you can still hold it, or else you'll forget what a gun looks like in the future."

"I can't forget it." The old ghost smiled.

What Jiang He said was a joke, but he also talked about the old ghost's heart.

Maybe in a few years, he really won't be able to hold a gun anymore.

But he will never forget what a gun looks like, and how to dance it. Every move and style is in his mind, lingering.

He has touched a gun since he was six years old, and it has been 57 years since he was six years old, how could he forget it.

I have given guns all my life, but I have left nothing for myself.

Oh……

like,

And this shop, and a silver gun in that shop.

"Don't talk about that, what did you teach that baby today?" Jiang He asked.

"I'm afraid you don't know that she is Su Kuang's daughter."

"Who is Su Kuang?"

"That Madman Su who went to Beimo alone to kill him back then."

When the old ghost said this, Jiang He recalled it and said, "I seem to have some impressions, but I can't remember clearly."

Jiang He is no longer in Jianghu, and he has forgotten a lot of those things.

"Su Kuang is just like his name, crazy to death, like a lunatic, his marksmanship is only offensive but not defensive, and he is the master of killing. Back then, he killed hundreds of people on the North Desert sand field by himself. He was so crazy. The marksmanship is also great."

"What about this girl?"

"It's a lot worse." The old ghost shook his head and said, "But she has the vigor of Su Kuang back then, you know, I asked this girl: I have three kinds of marksmanship, one is for killing, the other is for defense, and the third is for defense." Both offensive and defensive, which one does she want to learn. Guess how this girl chose."

Jiang He looked at the old ghost, and the answer was obvious.

"This girl is interesting." The old ghost smiled and took a sip of the soju.

"Old ghost, old ghost, what are you so worried about? Aren't you afraid of leading this girl astray? Her pistol technique was originally learned from Su Kuang, and you let her learn the master's killing technique! , tsk tsk, be careful that your sweetheart comes to your door."

"In the beginning, I also wanted to teach her some practical things." The old ghost paused, then said sideways: "But that girl was born to hold a gun, maybe she is also suitable to follow Su Kuang's path, she has Su Kuang's blood on her body, Why can't he be the next Su Kuang?"

Jiang He raised his brows when he heard this. It didn't sound like a joke to hear the old ghost's meaning. This joke can't be taken, "Are you sure?"

"She chose it herself." The old ghost raised his eyes and said.

It's not that he wants Su Tan to follow Su Kuang's path, but Su Tan wants to choose this way.

In Su Tan's heart was the madness left by her father, but she was closed by the secular world and fell silent. When everything was awakened, it was her time to come out.

Jiang He didn't ask any more questions, but thought it was too hasty.

Zhang Ming begged him this time and brought him here. He naturally saw that Su Tan's aptitude was extraordinary, and if he wasn't aptitude enough, he wouldn't have lured the old ghost here.

But is it really okay for this woman to embark on this path of killing?

The sun on the other side of the day sank into the earth with red clouds.

Candles were lit in the dim attic.

The old ghost went downstairs to warm a pot of shochu again.

With a pot of shochu and a side dish, the two talked about interesting things over the years.

It's like going back to 11 years ago, drinking and chatting, so happy.

Chapter 347: Heng Wang Xiao Ding

The weather was getting colder, and the last flower in Jiangfu's backyard couldn't stand the cold and shed its leaves.

The servants in Jiang's residence all put on thick clothes, thanks to the fact that they were in Jiang's house, otherwise, they wouldn't even have decent thick clothes.

The turn of autumn and winter is already close at hand.

If you count it, almost half a year has passed since I came to this world.

It seems that I have not accomplished anything, but it seems that I have done something.

I opened a tavern, walked around Chang'an, and saw a lot of magnificent mountains and rivers. Now I still have some illusions that seem like dreams but not dreams.

Sitting in the courtyard, Zhang Ming rubbed his hands together, exhaling a faint mist.

"call."

The fallen leaves under the courtyard were swung up, and it was a spear that swung up the fallen leaves.

Since Su Tan recovered from his injury, he practiced his spear here every morning until the sun went down.

These days, Su Tan would often go to the weapon shop to ask the old ghost master, and naturally learned a lot of good things. The old ghost also taught her wholeheartedly, never hiding it. He said hello, otherwise Ren'er would not have tried so hard to teach.