Isn't this much more elegant than the gossips of those old women and bachelors?

Hello brothers, one is familiar with the family and the other is familiar with the road. Soon they set up a wine shop and sat down to drink together. Today, Chen Lingjun brought two jars of good wine. Jia Lao Shenxian took a sip and shuddered. Good wine, good wine.

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Chen Lingjun sat cross-legged on the bench and chuckled, "I'm shaking after drinking."

The old god wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, "Three is the right number."

The old man and the young man laughed and drank.

Jia Sheng comes from a small central vassal country, a place called Bozhou. He said that his hometown has been a wine country since ancient times, and a sparrow can drink two taels.

So much so that now even the little mute next door has learned to curse, and is no better than a Bozhou sparrow.

Chen Lingjun suddenly frowned, put down his wine bowl, and said in his heart: "A few people of high standing have come to Qilong Lane. Brother Jia, please go to the backyard first. If you are sure that they are not causing trouble, you can come out to entertain the guests."

The blind old Taoist smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, let me wait for a while..."

Chen Lingjun said: "At least three Nascent Soul realms."

The old Taoist stood up immediately and said, "I will take Jiu'er and Peanut to stay in the backyard, and then I will inform the leader secretly."

Chen Lingjun nodded, put on his boots, and walked to the door of the shop alone, reminding Shi Rou from his heart to take it easy, take care of Kong Hou and Ah Ma, and don't show up no matter what happens next.

The three guests, two men and one woman, were all unfamiliar faces.

A young-looking man with an elegant demeanor. A stocky man with an ancient look, carrying a heavy cotton parcel slung across his body.

There was also a tall woman, not exactly beautiful, but with a dashing appearance. She had a long knife with a poplar handle hanging from her waist.

The three of them walked down from the top of Qilong Lane, and the woman said in her heart: "This place is indeed rich in water transport and rich in dragon energy, which is unusual. No wonder the master would stay here in the first place."

On the territory of Longzhou, in addition to the extremely high-grade Tiefu River, there are also the confluence of the Chongdan, Yuye and Xiuhua rivers over Hongzhu Town.

It's just that now Yang Hua, the water god of the Tiefu River, has moved to Dadu to serve.

The young man smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist Lingjun."

Chen Lingjun asked in confusion: "Who are you?"

The young man reached out and wiped it on his face, removing the mask and revealing his "true face" in this small town.

Chen Lingjun smiled and said: "It turns out to be Old Master Chen, long time no see."

I know the other person, but I haven't interacted with him much.

The other party had previously served as a tutor for a period of time in the school opened by the Chen family in Longwei Xi. It was said that he was an old drunkard who was addicted to alcohol. He soon went out to travel. Because his reputation was not outstanding, his teaching ability was also limited.

Sloppy, no one at the school cares.

Because Pei Qian had gone to school when he was a child, Chen Lingjun was worried, so he secretly went over there and squatted on the wall. He looked at the old master a few times, and it seemed that his name was Chen Zhenrong. He heard from Big White Goose that this foreigner old gentleman came from Nanbo Suozhou and had the same relationship with the saint.

Ruan Qiong has a good relationship.

The two people beside the old master began to introduce themselves. The man called himself Luoshan Muke, and his Taoist name was rosin.

The woman smiled sincerely and said cheerfully: "My name is Qin Buyi, and I am a native of Jinlong County, Zhongtu."

Chen Lingjun's brain ached when he heard this. What a fool, what a fool. He was so confused by Uncle Chen, wasn't he? It would be great if the master was here, he couldn't answer the question at all.

Having an idea, Chen Lingjun shouted: "Brother Jia, we have a distinguished guest in the shop."

The blind old Taoist immediately rushed out and entertained the guests hospitably. There happened to be a wine table, and both Jia Lao Shenxian and Chen Ling were sitting on the same bench.

Except for the Luoyang wooden guest who was not good at talking and drank a lot, the other two, Old Master Chen and Qin Buyi, were both cheerful people who spoke freely and said whatever they wanted. The old god Jia was thinking about it in his mind while toasting with a smile on his face.

I soon made up my mind. It turned out that the dull man with the name of rosin had just traveled here and planned to visit the Baofu Zhai in Niujiao Mountain. And Qin Buyi heard that there were many pure martial artists here in Luolu Mountain, and there was also a martial artist.

Grandmaster Ping didn't come here to ask for advice or discuss, she was just very interested and wanted to see if she could go for a walk in the mountains.

Immortal Jia said that it was not difficult, but that he had to say hello to Luopo Mountain in advance. He also praised his mountain top for its beautiful scenery and lush greenery. The weathering was extremely beautiful and Confucianism was at its peak. But he did not dare to say the best word.

, to avoid the suspicion of Wang Po selling melons.

Qin Busuo smiled and asked, "Shopkeeper Jia, may I ask who your mountain master is."

Jia Sheng took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "When it comes to our mountain master, he is extremely humble. He is kind-hearted and gentle in his words, and his actions are fair and peaceful."

The old master, whose real name is actually Chen Rong, burst into laughter.

This can be considered an unattainable compliment.

Qin Busuo smiled and asked, "Does Master Jia highly admire Mr. Nanfeng?"

Chen Lingjun was confused when he heard this.

Jia Sheng put down his wine bowl, stroked his beard and smiled, "No, it's actually the owner of my mountain. He likes Old Master Zeng's articles very much. He often advises me to read more, especially Mr. Nan Feng's prose, which is full of eloquence.

Tao Lai is rigorously organized, elegant and meaningful. At first glance, it seems to be inconspicuous, but in fact it has endless aftertaste."

Qin Buyi smiled and said: "I never thought that your Mr. Chen Shanzhu would only be in love with Mr. Nanfeng's articles. It's really unexpected."

Compared with Bai Ye, Su Zi and Liu Qi, Master Zeng's prose is indeed not as well-known throughout the world.

Immortal Jia immediately explained with a smile: "It's not considered 'dudu', but in relative terms. My mountain master, who is a scholar, actually highly recommends the phrase 'opening the book is beneficial'. The mountain master once told me with a smile, just

Because my family was poor when I was young, I was unable to go to school, so during my subsequent spiritual practice, I often traveled far away from home, just to make up for my study debt."

Qin Buyi and the man who called himself Luoshan Muke looked at each other and smiled.

It was a banquet with a lot of fun. Chen Rong, who was born in the Chen family of Nanbosu Island, took his two friends to find an inn to stay first, and then went back to wait for the news from Luopo Mountain.

Chen Lingjun would feel frightened whenever he saw a stranger.

Fortunately, I still have the most reliable brother Jia, who is always welcome outside the wine table.

In the early years, Wei Xian and Lu Baixiang passed by Qilong Lane and sat here for a while. Brother Jia was stunned when he met Wei Xian. Later, when Pei Qian revealed the secret, he realized that it was a big joke.

What kind of drinking capacity does Wei Xian's so-called "massive amount" mean?

We walked all the way to the end of Qilong Lane and when returning to the shop, Chen Lingjun jumped up and patted Brother Jia on the shoulder, "It was a good chat."

Immortal Jia stroked his beard and smiled, "When it comes to dealing with people, to be honest, I dare not say that someone with half the mountain master's skill, 20% or 30%, still has it after all."

Zhang Lu Changming, who was dressed in a snow-white robe, slowly walked down the steps of Qilong Lane and stopped at the door, with a smile on her face.

This girl smiles with her eyes narrowed all the year round, but no one thinks she is easy to talk to. Even the fearless Ah Ma from the shop next door stopped eating when she met Changshou and behaved like a little mute.

Unexpectedly, the smile on Jin'er Changsheng's face revealed a hint of sincerity. The flattered Immortal Jia did not dare to get carried away. He immediately bowed his head and bent towards the door, shook his hands slightly a few times, and then slipped away.

Then he turned sideways, spread out his hands, and said with a bright smile: "In the palm of your hand, please, please."

Changming leaned against the door, nodded to the blind old Taoist, and then said to Chen Lingjun: "Most of the people in this group are here for you."

As if struck by lightning, Chen Lingjun stomped his feet, threw down his sleeves, and wailed: "What kind of evil has happened to you! It can't be done. I messed with whoever I provoked. I am kind to others every day, and even the ants on the roadside don't dare to step on me."

Ah Ma, who was sitting at the door of the shop next door, stood up, came here, crossed his arms across his chest, and asked, "Do you want me to tell Pei Qian?"

Chen Lingjun's eyes turned rapidly. Looking for Pei Qian, it worked, but the problem was that Pei Qian liked to keep accounts the most.

You can't be too strict as a person, right?

Changming chewed melon seeds and said with a smile: "If someone comes to you, can't it be a good thing?"

Chen Lingjun coughed and waved his hand towards Ah Man, "Go, go, kid, don't interfere with adults' affairs."

Ah Ma shook his head, turned around and left.

Chen Lingjun added, "Thank you for your kindness. Next time you go to my brother Li Jin's shop to buy books, just give me my name."

Of course there is no point in saying his name. After all, there is no discount even if you say your own name.

But he could secretly take a trip to Red Candle Town, advance the book money first, treat it as an advance payment to the bookstore, and then let Li Jin pretend to be a discount when the little mute is carrying a sack to buy books.

You, the Chongdan River Water God, shouldn’t be embarrassed by such a trivial matter, right?

If you really don't give me this little face, how can you survive in the world? Ah? Do you want Uncle Chen to teach you?

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Dali Capital, Tongtuofang.

An old gentleman in shabby clothes was squatting in an alley and had just finished playing a game of chess with someone.

The other party was playing chess to make money, while the old man was acting like the God of Wealth, giving away money.

It takes too long to play a game of Go, so the alley is almost full of chess. Some are playing chess based on their real skills to win money, and more are playing old tricks to trick people.

The old gentleman stood up, kneaded his wrists, jumped twice, and muttered something that made me want to get serious next time.

I'm so angry. Not only did I lose money, but I was also scolded as a bad chess player by a few old men on the side who liked to give advice.

The person who squatted there and won a lot of money was a young man with a sly smile, short stature, and a bit crooked appearance. At this moment, the man was only worried that the poor old gentleman didn't have enough money in his pocket.

The old gentleman squatted down again and took a deep breath, but after one game, he had to pay for the bill again.

This old gentleman's chess skills are really... It's hard to put it into words. His ability to regret chess is better than to play chess.

Almost every three or five steps he took, he would yell at me to regret my move. Alas? Why did I put it in the wrong place? I am getting older and my eyesight is not good enough.

Later, young men became accustomed to it. As soon as the old man raised his head, he knew that a discussion was needed. It was easy anyway, there were no regrets, and there was no need to discuss.

Fortunately, I was quite happy when I gave the money, and I was willing to admit defeat. My chess skills were poor, my chess quality was low, and the gambling products were just okay.
To be continued...