[Comprehensive martial arts] The correct domestication method of the first killer

The temperature at the end of summer has turned cold, and the most pleasant climate in the whole year is this time. Even if it is a dark night without stars and moon, walking on the road and facing the gentle breeze blowing against your face will make you feel very happy.

A light rain fell from noon to this time, and the road surface was a little slippery, with water spots on the east and west, and in the middle of the night, a thin mist rose up, floating around lightly, matching the rain, and would not let the People feel wet and stuffy, but also add some other kind of interest.

The drizzle is misty, the river is foggy, and I am drunk in front of the bottle and don't know the cold.

This kind of weather, thinking of this kind of poem, even if the weather is not cold, it is inevitable to drink some wine, preferably the kind of strong wine that burns like fire and can make people unconscious.

Once I think of wine, the glutton in my stomach suddenly wakes up, the more I move forward, the more I want to drink two sips, my throat is unbearably thirsty.

Fortunately, as we walked, the dark night in front of us suddenly lit up, and a few oil lamps fluttered in the drizzle. On top of the oilcloth shed, a dilapidated signboard fluttered in the wind. The big wine characters on it were mottled and faded, looking dilapidated .

Whether dilapidated or not, having wine is a good thing to be thankful for. A few pots of burnt knives have fed the gluttons in the belly, so I have other thoughts to look at this small wine stall.

A few crooked tables, a piece of tarpaulin to keep out the rain, a few nails on a few wooden pillars, and a wooden sign with the dishes written on it.The boss sat by the stove, with a sad face, his old face was full of vicissitudes, and his sighs melted into the lights, which made the lights look a bit bleak.

"The store is sighing like this, but what's the problem?" The boss raised his head, and the person who asked the question was a customer who had just come over. He looked like he was only about [-] years old, but he was already in good style. A stick with a green color is obviously not an ordinary person.

"This hero, the little old man is very polite." The boss hurriedly stood up and bowed his head.

"Don't dare." The man supported the old man, "Qiao Feng from the Beggar Clan, saw that the store owner seemed to be in trouble, so I asked boldly, how offensive, please forgive me."

"Heroes are too polite!" The boss got excited and couldn't help coughing on his body. The beggar gang is the largest gang in the world and has always been known for its chivalry. I don't want to hide from the hero, the reason why the little old man is acting like this is because life is really hard to survive! According to this, a group of villains took over the mountain fifteen miles away and became king. A few days ago, my daughter went back to her hometown to visit relatives. So I asked the thief to rob her and prepare to sell her to a shady place. I went to intercede several times, but not only failed to save my daughter, but was also severely beaten, and I guess I won’t live long.”

Speaking of this, the old man felt sad, tears rolled down his eyes, and he couldn't cry.

Just at this time, a man slowly walked out of the mist, wearing a white cloak, so bright in color, it seemed to melt into the boundless night while walking. The two weapons were wrapped tightly with cloth strips, and the hood was drooping, making it impossible to see the face clearly.

His footsteps were really light, like a ghost floating over silently.

"The task has been completed, I'm here to collect the final payment." A hoarse voice came from under the hood, walked past the two of them, took away the jug of wine placed on the wooden table, and then disappeared as quietly as when they came. In the mist of midnight.

"Hey! I left that for the guests!" the shopkeeper said angrily, stomping his feet.

A jug of wine costs exactly three dollars.Qiao Feng frowned, thinking of the rumors that have been raging in the arena recently.

If you meet a ragged young man in a small restaurant with only a glass of cold water in front of him, if you are willing to buy him three yuan of hot wine, he will kill someone for you, no matter who it is , no matter where the person is, within three days, the head will fall to the ground.

That man is the best killer in Jianghu.

He was also the killer who turned the entire martial arts world upside down without catching even half of his shadow.

Ethereal and indeterminate like a ghost, even the person who invited him to drink can't remember the person's appearance and body shape, and the night passes like a dream, and he can't even determine whether his own experience is real.

Qiao Feng laughed, but felt a little regretful.

"Store don't panic, I think the customers have already come."

……

In the woods outside the city, it was dark in the starless and moonless night, the shadows of the trees fluctuated like dormant beasts, a few night owls hid in the woods and screamed non-stop, and the rain hit the leaves, the sound was subtle and continuous.

Su Muzhe sat on a tree branch, one leg dangling lazily, and took the last sip of wine with his head raised. The smell of inferior wine made his brows and eyes sore, he covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and threw the empty flagon in his hand on the on the ground.

The grass was wet and soft, and there was no sound when the flagon fell on it. Su Mu closed his eyes, hummed the only tune he knew, and fell asleep wearily.

Today's business can be said to be a big loss, three dollars for bad wine, and the rain has already been cold, but he would rather do this kind of loss-making business than deal with those people from the rivers and lakes who are treacherous at first glance.

In recent days, there are too many people who are willing to invite him to drink. If everyone drinks enough to make him drunk, it is a pity that although he asks for a cheap price, he is not willing to accept anyone's business. After all, his price is In addition to the three dollars for the hot wine, you need a little bit of luck—you can find him in countless small wine stalls, and you have to be in the right mood, willing to see blood, and want to drink some hot wine. Only then was he willing to take on such a list of business.

Controlling the Western Demon Cult will never let his left protector starve to death.

After leaving Peach Blossom Fort, he would always go in the opposite direction to Baihualou. After checking a map for a while, he decided on his destination—Northwest.

Seeing that the weather is getting colder, it is also good to go to the north to see the snow.

Gu Xichao sneezed, his back felt cold, and he always felt that something unplanned was about to happen.

……

At this moment in Baihualou, Lu Xiaofeng had already drank today's fifth jar of wine, all of which were stored by Su Muzhe in Huamanlou. Then his face turned red, Wutan was already drunk, and he lay on the table and muttered inarticulately: "Asu is so disrespectful, I still owe him wine, how could he leave, He didn't even say hello...too much, too much!" He patted the table and emphasized his tone, "Qi Tong, don't you?! Too much!"

Hua Manlou also filled a glass of wine and drank it slowly. He only poured this glass and drank it all night, and just this one glass made him feel slightly drunk, as if he was stepping on floating clouds.

The table was divided into two sides, and Lu Xiaofeng's five wine jars were piled up on one side. He was opening the sixth jar now. The delirious Lu Xiaofeng couldn't hold his hands steady, and he patted the mud seal several times before he swayed it into his mouth. He poured a small half of it onto his face.

Su Muzhe's wine is the most mellow when he is drunk to the point of unconsciousness, and the wine penetrates into the marrow of the bones, and the fragrance of wine is wafting in his dreams.

On the other side of the table, stands a small wine jar. The pottery jar is round and lovely. The colors complement each other.

Huamanlou couldn't see it, but he could feel the care of this jar from the feel of the hand. The jar is good, and the wine contained in it is naturally extraordinary.

The most prosperous tea flowers in late spring, mixed with the smell of green plums, mint and rosemary hidden in the clay, sealed together under the peach blossom tree, the wine smells like tea, so beautiful and brilliant that it is almost rotten, with the sourness of green plums, A little mint coolness mixed with rosemary like a dream, unusual contradictions, but wonderful harmony.

When Su Muzhe left, he put this jar of wine in front of Baihua Building. Once the seal is opened, the aroma will last for a long time. You can't smell it is a jar of wine, you can only smell the fragrance of flowers, like the four seasons of the year The flowers bloom at the same time, like the flowers all over the world are blooming in front of your eyes at the same time. You don't need to see it, as long as you smell the fragrance, you can already imagine that the trees are full of flowers, and the sound of flower buds opening echoes in your ears. This breath is the flower open breath.

But this wine smells so intoxicating, but it is extremely bitter when drinking. It is a bit sweet at first, but gradually the bitterness is left. , sour and astringent, sore throat, red eyes, drinking can not help but burst into tears, the wine is still cold, no matter how many times it is heated, it will only It will be cold, chilling to the bone, like a steel knife scraping bone.

That being the case, why drink it?

Perhaps it is because of the slight warmth after drinking, when the consciousness is not clear, there is a hint of warmth that sneaks up. After waking up, it is like a good dream, and the scent of flowers lingers for a long time.

Or it may be because the name of this wine is called Remnant Flower Piece.

Beast stove sinking hookah, emerald marsh residual flowers, written line by line in the legend of lovesickness.

In this life, only lovesickness is the most bitter, only love is the most painful, but it is only these two that are the warmest and sweetest, which makes the idiots and resentful women in this world hold on tightly and cannot bear to let go.

Hua Manlou likes to spend the whole day drinking this glass of wine, one glass, and just happens to be slightly tipsy.

The man seemed to know him better than he thought.

Lu Xiaofeng lay down on the table and fell into a deep sleep. There were only a few drops of wine left in the sixth jar, and it was necessary to hang it on the mouth of the jar. After Huamanlou settled him, he opened another door. Unable to detect the fragrance of the medicine, the cat stood up and let out a hoarse cry.

After Su Muzhe left, the cat was always very irritable, and Huamanlou couldn't help it, so he took it back to Baihualou. The cat lay on the bed where Su Muzhe had slept, sniffed the familiar smell with satisfaction, and acted like a baby. It's like barking non-stop.

I don't know how it spotted Su Muzhe in just a few days.

The cat made a nest in Baihualou, and slept on the soft quilt. The little smell of blood on the fabric soothed its emotions, as if it was still lying in the arms of that person, and put things when it was not sleeping. Rushing in the utility room, almost all of Su Muzhe's things were stored in it. It turned out one by one, buried itself, and often fell asleep after rubbing and rubbing.

Then Hua Manlou took the sleeping cat back to the room, and the cat would be extra docile at this time.

"You miss him..." Hua Manlou patted the cat's fur, and sighed softly, "What should I do, actually, I miss him a little too..."

The cat's blue eyes were astonishingly bright, and it let out a long cry, which seemed to be a response.

The author has something to say: there is a bug that will be fixed tomorrow, and I am too sleepy to keep my eyes open. Good night, little angels 030