Zongwu: Opening Awakening copy and paste

"and many more."

But at this moment, Feng Wuhen suddenly spoke.

Zhai Xingzi was shocked, stopped, turned around on guard, and looked at Feng Wuhen cautiously.

"You just knocked over my last glass of wine."

As Feng Wuhen said, he looked down at the wine glass powder on the ground and the pool of wine stains that hadn't dried up, his face full of pity.

Zhai Xingzi was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Feng Wuhen meant.

"I'm a heavy drinker. If you knocked over my wine, it's like killing me. Do you want to kill me?"

Feng Wuhen looked at Zhai Xingzi and asked seriously.

"No, no, no! What's the matter with Feng Shaoxia, you are someone valued by my teacher, how could I..."

Zhai Xingzi hurriedly explained, but then seemed to understand something, hurriedly untied a bag from his waist, and handed it to Feng Wuhen respectfully.

"There are some meager taels of silver here. I hope that young hero Feng will accept it with a smile, and it will be regarded as compensation for the young hero's wine money."

Feng Wuhen looked at the money bag in front of him, and couldn't help swallowing.

"Since you are so persistent, I will reluctantly accept it."

As Feng Wuhen said, he took the money bag and said in embarrassment.

"Then I bid farewell."

After Zhai Xingzi finished speaking, he turned around and went downstairs quickly.

"No delivery."

Feng Wuhen nodded and said.

Zhai Xingzi left, not even having time to take away the corpse in the hall on the first floor.

Feng Wuhen shook the purse, showed a satisfied smile, turned and went back to the room, took the jug and walked downstairs quickly.

Behind the counter on the first floor, the waiter of the inn shivered and curled up in the corner, his face pale.

He saw everything that happened just now.

Now he already regretted his rudeness to Feng Wuhen during the day, and even had the idea of ​​running away.

"Xiao Er, have a jug of wine."

At this moment, Feng Wuhen's voice came from outside the counter.

Hearing this voice, Xiao Er shuddered all over, stood up tremblingly, and looked at Feng Wuhen who was standing outside the counter, who seemed to be in a good mood, with fear on his face.

"I have money."

Feng Wuhen smiled knowingly, stretched out his hand and took out a silver ingot from the purse, and threw it on the counter.

Xiao Er hurriedly took the jug, ran to the back kitchen to fill a jug full of wine and put it in front of Feng Wuhen, but he still didn't dare to put away the ingot of silver, his whole body trembled violently.

"Take it away, and help me change to a spacious room by the way, remember to clean up that corpse, otherwise you may be in bad luck if your boss sees it."

Feng Wuhen felt that it was almost done, curled his lips and smiled, turned around and walked towards the second floor while talking.

Xiao Er came back to his senses, hurriedly agreed, found a square card with the number one Tian Zi, and quickly chased after Feng Wuhen.

Chapter 15 Wine and Friends

Dongpeng Inn.

In an elegant room on the second floor, Feng Wuhen was sitting alone.

On the table in front of him was a jug of wine, three side dishes, two wine glasses, and two pairs of chopsticks.

Now that he has money, he doesn't need to be so hard-pressed.

In the lobby on the first floor, the storyteller with white beard and hair was eloquently telling stories about two people, Feng Wuhen and Qiao Feng.

Since the news that Feng Wuhen had arrived in Yangcheng was revealed, the inn was full every day for three consecutive days, and many people from Jianghu also heard about it and moved into the Dongpeng Inn one after another.

Everyone was waiting to see what Feng Wuhen wanted to do with Qiao Feng.

Duel?

No one knows, but this seems to be the one they're most looking forward to.

Feng Wuhen looked at the direction of the entrance of the inn while picking up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

He had been sitting here waiting for three days, but Qiao Feng never showed up.

He also thought about going directly to the head of the Beggar Gang to find Qiao Feng, but now that the news about him has spread all over the Jianghu, he doesn't want to cause any unnecessary misunderstanding with the Beggar Gang.

After all, besides Zhang Sanfeng, Qiao Feng was one of the few people he admired.

The third day passed unknowingly, the sky was getting dark, Qiao Feng still didn't come.

The storyteller ended today's story, and the spectators in the hall gradually left, and the bustling Dongpeng Inn gradually quieted down.

Feng Wuhen drank the last glass of wine, shook his head, got up and prepared to go back to his room to rest.

But just as he stood up, a system prompt sounded in his mind:

"Remind the host that the invincible replication system has been activated!"

"The system sensed the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and is copying and pasting..."

"The system detects the dog-beating-stick method and is copying and pasting..."

Hearing this sound, Feng Wuhen stopped suddenly and couldn't help laughing.

Immediately afterwards, a muscular figure walked in from the door of the inn.

coming!

Feng Wuhen looked at the figure at the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he had never seen the real Qiao Feng, but judging by the man's attire, he was definitely Qiao Feng!

In the entire Yangcheng, there was no one who didn't know Qiao Feng, so the waiter at the inn immediately ran over to greet him.

After the two talked for a few words, the waiter in the inn turned his head and pointed to the elegant room where Feng Wuhen was.

The visitor looked up and happened to see Feng Wuhen.

When their eyes met, both of them paused.

Immediately afterwards, the man slowly went upstairs and came to the elegant room where Feng Wuhen was.

"Your Excellency is the Feng Wuhen young hero Feng Wuhen who has been famous in the world recently?"

The visitor arched his hands and asked slowly, his voice was like a bell, full of heroism.

"Exactly."

"Your Excellency must be the youngest gang leader in the history of the Beggar Gang, Qiao Feng, Qiao Daxia?"

Feng Wuhen nodded, clasped his hands together, and asked with a smile.

"It's down."

The visitor nodded his head in return.

really!

"Xiao Er, another jug ​​of wine! No! Two jugs!"

Feng Wuhen greeted the waiter in the inn downstairs, and then invited Qiao Feng to sit opposite him.

"I originally thought that Daxia Qiao didn't show up for three days because he didn't want to see me. Fortunately, he finally showed up today, otherwise I would have given up."

Feng Wuhen looked at Qiao Feng and said with a smile.

"I'm really sorry, I'm not in Yangcheng recently because I'm not in Yangcheng. I just returned today. When I got back, I heard from the brothers in the gang that the famous Feng Wuhen had arrived in Yangcheng and wanted to see me, so I rushed over directly."

"But I don't know why Young Xia Feng is looking for me?"

Qiao Feng explained something, then looked at Feng Wuhen curiously and asked.

"It's nothing serious, but I always respect Qiao Daxia as a person, and I hope to make friends with Qiao Daxia. I don't know if I have this blessing."

Feng Wuhen explained with a smile.

He wasn't telling the truth.

Of course, I can't tell the truth. If Qiao Feng knew that the purpose of his trip was to copy Qiao Feng's martial arts, he probably wouldn't be so polite.

But even if he really said it, no one would believe it.

But what he said just now was all from the truth. Qiao Feng's character was really rare in the bloody arena, but he had a rough life, and in the end he ended up committing suicide with two swords.

This point, I don't know how many people regret it.

"Just to make friends?"

Qiao Feng asked in surprise.

Originally, he thought that Feng Wuhen had something very important to find him.

"Just making friends."

Feng Wuhen nodded affirmatively and said.

At this time, Xiaoer walked in respectfully carrying two jugs of wine, and gently placed them on the table.

The look of surprise in the eyes looking at Feng Wuhen was even worse, it seemed that he did not expect Feng Wuhen to be able to sit on an equal footing with the leader of the beggar gang, and chat happily with each other.

Feng Wuhen picked up the jug and poured a glass for Qiao Feng and himself.

"It's an honor to be able to have a drink with Qiao Daxia today, and I will do it first to respect!"

As Feng Wuhen spoke, he picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

"Okay, young hero Feng is really bold! I, Qiao Feng, are lucky to be friends with a young hero like young hero Feng. Do it!"

Qiao Feng also picked up the wine glass, with a smile on his face, he also drank it down in one gulp.

After drinking a glass of wine, the two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

Perhaps it was because of their temper that they clinked three glasses in succession without even eating their appetizers.

"Happy! Hahaha..."

After drinking three cups, Qiao Feng waved his hand and said happily.

He has always been a person who likes to make friends, and he attaches great importance to love and righteousness. He has heard about Feng Wuhen fighting against the six sects alone for Wudang. .

But at this moment, Qiao Feng, who was originally smiling happily, suddenly froze, and then his face turned red, which soon turned black and purple.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Wuhen also felt something strange in his body, and couldn't help but look at the wine glass on the table.

"There is poison in the wine!"

Qiao Feng clutched his chest, pointed to the jug on the table and opened his mouth with difficulty.

Feng Wuhen suddenly turned his head to look at the waiter in the inn who was standing aside and was reluctant to leave, his eyes were instantly cold!

"what?!"

"It's not me! It's not me... I didn't poison... none of my business..."

Xiao Er suddenly panicked, fell to the ground in horror, and said tremblingly.

The wine was new, except for Feng Wuhen and Qiao Feng, only the waiter in the inn had touched it.

"Hurry up, brother! Seal your acupoints quickly, don't let the poison spread!"

As Qiao Feng reminded him, he sealed his acupoints with all his strength, and began to practice kung fu to suppress the toxins in his body.

"late!"

At this moment, a gloomy voice sounded, and a figure slowly went up the stairs to the second floor, arrived at the door of the elegant room, and looked at Feng Wuhen coldly.

On the 25th day of the year, with long hair draped over his shoulders and a pale face, he looked like a dying person who was dying.

Seeing this person who suddenly appeared, Feng Wuhen's eyes suddenly became cold, and an invisible murderous intent instantly permeated the elegant room!

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Dongpeng Inn.

in the elegant room.