[Comprehensive martial arts] Mr. Psychic Medium

From that day on, Lu Xiaofeng came to meet Zhong Yanqiu for a drink. Although Zhong Yanqiu said that he rejected Lu Xiaofeng as a friend, he would not drive out the guests who came to his door. To neglect the guests.

Of course he has a buddy, otherwise you want Mr. Zhong to roll up his sleeves to wipe the table, wash the dishes, chop firewood and pour water.

The guy Mr. Zhong is looking for is not very old, at first glance, he looks only fourteen or fifteen years old, with starry eyes and sword eyebrows, even if he hasn't opened his eyes yet, one can imagine how many girls will be dreaming of him in the future.

"A Fei, here are three jars of good wine!" Lu Xiaofeng called the boy's name, looked around the store, and sat by the window.

The little guy named A Fei silently agreed, and brought three jars of wine to Lu Xiaofeng from the back kitchen.

The difference between him and the guys in other shops is probably that A Fei doesn’t talk much. He looks like a 50-year-old boy, but he is [-]-year-old mature and calm. It came quickly and swiftly.

Lu Xiaofeng could tell that he had some knowledge in kung fu, and that he had learned not ordinary hard kung fu, but rather high-quality inner kung fu, but he never asked too many questions. It would not be a pleasant story to think about why a young man with inner strength and mentality would be reduced to doing odd jobs in a country tavern.

However, this does not prevent Lu Xiaofeng from making friends with A Fei, he always likes to make friends, the old Jiang Hu always has too many strange legends in the Jiang Hu, and a young man like A Fei, no matter how calm he is, There is always no way to escape the stories of those happy, enmity, beauties and famous swords.

"Mr. Zhong didn't come down today?" Lu Xiaofeng asked.

Ah Fei hummed in a low voice, lightly tore off the mud seal on the wine jar and poured him a glass, then sat in front of him, with imperceptible expectations in his dark eyes.

Of course Lu Xiaofeng knew what he was expecting.So he cleared his throat with a couple of coughs, and began to tell one of his plethora of corny stories that no one wanted to hear.

But he didn't know that the stories downstairs could be heard upstairs as well.

Zhong Yanqiu's tavern only has two floors, the first floor is for guests, and the second floor is for people.

"If this goes on like this, Ah Fei might be abducted by him." Zhong Yanqiu made a black move on the chessboard.

Then he flipped the chessboard over, picked up the white piece and dropped it. At the same time, as if he heard something interesting, he shook his head with a smile: "Is his fate with me? I can't keep it if I force it."

The chessboard flipped, and the sunspots fell.

In the small censer beside the chessboard, a line of cigarettes spread lightly. The aroma is not heavy, like a stream that is still cool in summer. Disappeared without a trace.

But this aroma confuses his nose very well, so that he will not smell too much unpleasant smell. These days, the guests who come to the tavern are often burdened with blood, even when they sleep, he always feels There is a lingering coppery smell on the tip of the nose.

Blood is like rusted iron, but with more blood, it is more like rusted copper.

The bells hanging on the window jingle loudly, drowning out the never-ending wailing in the ears.

His ability is naturally not limited to vision, his ears can "hear", his nose can "smell", even his tongue can "taste" and his skin can "feel" the world. He reflects his truest self.

So he always has to learn to confuse his five senses in order to live a happier life.

Only the eyes cannot be fooled.

Unknowingly, a large piece of black and white intertwined has fallen on the chessboard. Zhong Yanqiu holds black in one hand and white in the other, talking to himself while turning the chessboard, quite like the Wei Jin literati who drank five stones and became mad. , but if you look at it with his eyes, there is clearly a magnificent woman sitting opposite him who was originally empty.

Her complexion is still rosy and delicate, and her eyes are still agile and bright, but she is indeed dead. She died of a serious illness in Beidi a few years ago. The barefoot doctor greeted her disembodied soul with a smile.

She was playing chess with Zhong Yanqiu.

The soul couldn't touch the real thing, so she dictated the location of the son, and Zhong Yanqiu made the son for her.

Chatting and playing at the same time, it is impossible to play any good chess. The wisp of incense in the incense burner has not yet been burned, and the white pieces on the chessboard are at the end of their way.

"I lost." She admitted defeat without hesitation. The woman who has maintained the most brilliant years of her life is shockingly beautiful. When she raises her hand and lowers her eyes, they are all peerless elegance.

"It's not yet time." Zhong Yanqiu said calmly, obsessed with the white pieces falling on the chessboard, the situation was reversed in an instant, the defeated white piece forcibly tore a gap between the black pieces, and got a moment of respite.

So, the chess pieces were exchanged, Zhong Yanqiu took the white, and the woman took the black.

"If you keep playing like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to finish it until it gets dark." The woman smiled, "Yesterday I drew for a day, and today I have to play chess for another day. If you think the person below is troublesome, ask A Fei to drive him away." He just went out."

"He doesn't steal or rob or pay on credit, so there is no reason for me to drive out customers in this business." Zhong Yanqiu twisted the chess piece with his fingertips, "Besides, when did I say that I didn't want to go down because of him?" of?"

It's just that the old problem of being too lazy to deal with people has committed again, and all the human relations in the mind are thrown into the box, locked, nailed and discarded.

The woman covered her lips and smiled lightly, pointed a point on the chessboard with her slender finger, and said: "Mr.'s hand looks very suitable for playing the piano."

The beauty is really beautiful when she smiles, her moon-like eyes are bent, and her white skin and red lips are like red plum blossoms in the snow, like blood.

Zhong Yanqiu dropped Heizi on the place pointed by the woman, and said in his mouth, "Want to hear it?"

"What if I say I want to hear Mr. Feng Qiuhuang play?" Although she couldn't touch the real thing, the woman still made a posture of leaning against the table. Seeing that Zhong Yanqiu really got up to get the piano, she couldn't help giggling Get up, "If I met Mr. when I was alive, I would definitely not be able to resist the promise."

"You won't." Zhong Yanqiu fiddled with the strings to test the sound, and replied calmly, "If you are still alive, you should look down on me the most."

"Why?" the woman asked, squinting at Zhong Yanqiu playing with the strings. She wasn't lying. Zhong Yanqiu's hands were really good for playing the piano. His fingers were slender and knuckles well defined. Guqin lined with ink lacquer.

"Because...you are Bai Feifei, but I'm not Shen..." Zhong Yanqiu swallowed the name of the person who came to his mouth, and lightly moved his fingertips, the sound of the piano was like flowing water. His piano skills are not very good , but the level of playing the song proficiently is far worse than the song that was moving and lingering for three days. The woman named Bai Feifei hummed a few lines in time, "Jiangqin Daiyu" Let’s talk to each other.” After singing, he burst out laughing, “If Sima Xiangru was like you, Zhuo Wenjun might not even look at him.”

"Show your ugliness." Zhong Yanqiu leisurely dialed the last piano tone, and added a pinch of incense powder to the burnt incense burner.

"I'm not the master's phoenix, how can I show my shame." Bai Feifei clicked on the chessboard. The black and white pieces are in a stalemate situation. If you advance by one point, both sides will suffer, and if you retreat by one point, both sides will suffer.

Dilemma.

"How about making a draw this time?" She said, looking out of the open window, "It seems that there are guests again."

In the distance, two fast horses were coming at a gallop. The excellent thousand-mile horse was foaming at the mouth, and fell to the ground whining as soon as it stopped.

But the man on horseback turned a blind eye, stepped on his horse and landed firmly on the ground, he didn't even look at the horse on the ground that was already exhaling more and less inhaling, and only raised his eyes to look at the tavern.

The paint on the walls of the tavern has peeled off, the ground is full of pits and pits, and there are many traces of repairs. Even the plaque hanging on the forehead, the words "Bai Yu Jing" are also faded and ugly. Wang Jing", the tables and chairs inside are also very old, even if they are wiped clean every day, they will always look a little dirty.

"Is this right here?" One person asked the other. This was a rather arrogant girl. When she asked, her chin was raised high, like an insurmountable iceberg.

"It's here." Another person replied, this is also a girl, she is frowning and looking at the ground that looks a little dirty and greasy, her tone of reply is cold, as arrogant as the people around her.

They all wore snow-white gauze gowns with silver ribbons around their waists.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at their attire and sighed deeply.

Ah Fei was about to stand up to meet the guests, when he heard him sigh, he asked, "Why are you sighing?"

"I sigh, of course it's because of trouble." Lu Xiaofeng gestured to the two girls at the door, "Do you know who they are?"

A Fei shook his head, he had never walked the rivers and lakes, so naturally he knew very little.

But Lu Xiaofeng didn't need to say more, the two girls had already reported their families, "Under the gate of Shenshui Palace, please see Mr. Zhong."

The voice is beautiful but indifferent, with a bit of lingering arrogance, just like their raised chins and straight backs, it doesn't seem like they are asking for a meeting, but they seem to come to find fault.

Ah Fei walked up, "Sir, I don't see any guests." He didn't raise his chin high, and he didn't look at people from the corner of his eyes like those two girls did, but his flat tone somehow showed a sense of arrogance Come.

This kind of arrogance is undoubtedly not very pleasing, the two girls' faces turned blue and red, "Isn't there under the door of Shenshui Palace?" With magic, it allowed these two girls to look at people with their chins up and out of the corner of their eyes, and it also made many people grit their teeth and endure their arrogance.

A Fei shook his head, "If you don't buy wine, don't block the door, guests will not be able to come in."

As he said this, he turned around and wanted to sit back and listen to Lu Xiaofeng's story, this attitude angered the two girls, one of them let out a sigh, and drew his sword out of its sheath.

A Fei was just a half-grown boy, standing there unarmed, Lu Xiaofeng subconsciously stood up to protect him, but froze in place the next second.

Ah Fei dodged the sword that was attacking him like a civet, and picked up the iron piece standing by the wall with his backhand—two pieces of cork sandwiched a three-foot-long iron piece, which looked like a fire stick when placed there , no one would take it as a sword.

But when Ah Fei picked it up, no one would think it wasn't a sword!