Chapter 143 Encountering an old man gambling in the building

This restaurant in the lower city is taller than the houses in the city, which is convenient for guests to look at the majestic Yangtze River and remember the achievements of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. Jin drifted to Yucheng and had to go to Yiyilou for a drink.

There are very few tourists on this day, and locals are used to drinking at night. Xiongfeng walks to this restaurant at noon, and he is the only guest. It's time to take a break from the fatigue of these days, and I'm even happier. I thought that no one would disturb my happiness. I just had a good drink, so I called wine.

Xiao Er's speed was so fast that he served the wine at once.

Xiongfeng took the wine on the railing and overlooking the Yellow Yangtze River, but it was hard to see the turbid waves and the water and the sky. Compared with the rolling Yangtze River he crossed a month ago, the Yangtze River had a different majestic atmosphere at this time. The majestic wind was floating and unconsciously drank half of a pot of wine.

Xiongfeng didn't drink much. After drinking half a pot of wine, he was already a little drunk. Looking into the Yellow River, his heart was touched and leaning on the railing, he said, "Your midnight has lost your fragrance. She will give me tenderness in time. My beautiful girl is the bride of the day and the day of the night. I can't live without the day, let alone the bride. To whitewash the lenders who lose money. Although it is a short day. The Chuchu coat watered my crispy heart. Don't tell me that loneliness will retain the dusty years. My cold lips," but this monologue is exactly suitable for the scenery in front of him, saying the feelings and thoughts in his heart.

I think it should be Tang Xiaorou.

Xiongfeng thought about it, drank a few sips of wine, and continued to recite the poems he had read before: "I sat in the lonely west window for a long time, and my old man met him and cut the lamp together. Accumulate the remnants of moss, break the wall, and brush the dust of the world. This is when the ancient Wu Mengchuang went to Yuling, he went with his good friend Feng Shenju. After returning home, he cut the lights and talked with his friends at night to express what he saw and touched during the day.

Xiongfeng has been out for a year, making friends with Fan Lang, Hunyuan, the eight-step monk and the iron flute beggar. Without the help of these people, I'm afraid I don't know how many times I have died.

And when Xiongfeng sang this sentence, he remembered Qiu Bingbing, "If she was also here, leaning on the bar and talking to me about the vicissitudes of life, how beautiful it would be!" Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be melancholy, patting the railing and singing three sighs. Fortunately, there are no other guests in this restaurant, otherwise it would be strange not to treat him as a madman. The bartender who served him is used to the drunkenness of the guests, but he is not surprised.

Suddenly, someone laughed and said, "Okay, the little brother is really an elegant man!" The laughter is sonorous, like a metal strike, very harsh. Xiong Feng was stunned to look back and saw that a man had gone to the restaurant. The man who spoke walked in front, about 30 years old, with a high-value tiger and a powerful appearance. This person isxun da. The people behind him are Xiao Di and Wang Qi. Xiongfeng was surprised to hear the man's laughter, and he was even more surprised to see them.

Xiongfeng had six or seven points of wine. He sat back in his original seat, raised the wine pot, and immediately laughed and said, "Where does life not meet? Come here--" He was about to invite three people to drink, when he suddenly saw Schindler shaking his head at him, winking, and pointing to the window.

Although Xiongfeng is a little drunk, he can still understand his extremely ordinary gestures and glances. First, ask him to pretend that they don't know each other; second, Xunda wants him to escape quickly; third, don't go back to Yueyang Shen's house.

Xiong Feng thought to himself, "Is this person a powerful foot? Do you want me to be afraid of him? It seems that he must be a demonist. How can those who dare to be so bold? What's more, Xu Jiao won't do such a thing. Who else will be so mysterious except those who are demonic?

But Schindler didn't even dare to say a word to Xiong Feng and only dared to signal behind the man. Obviously, the three of them were also afraid of this person. Xiongfeng is very strange. He has learned Xunda's swordsmanship and arrogance. He is still arrogant under Chu Xiong's palm, but now he is so afraid of this person, which is really unexpected and strange!

Originally, Xiongfeng smiled and wanted to say the three words "Xuntangzhu" and asked them to drink. Seeing his gesture, although he felt strange, he did not want to embarrass him, so he immediately stopped. However, when Schindler motioned him to escape, he still sat with his bare hands and looked at them with his god.

Xiongfeng looked at the three of them and laughed and said, "Brother, you are so interesting. Yes, yes, yes! Where in life do you not meet, why do you have to know each other when you meet? Come, come, come, I'll drink with you! I'll give you a toast first."

Schindler's face changed color, and then shook his head again. Xiong Feng swinded as if he didn't know and said, "Okay, it's better to meet by chance, so please come here. Don't say one cup, ten cups will be done!" The previous childish masculine wine has become strong. He stood up with a wine jug and became crazy.

The three Schindler sat down and said, "Brother, how can you drink? Do you dare to gamble with me?" After saying that, he went back and deliberately said to Wang Qi, "Since Brother Qiu and I gambled that year, we haven't met an enemy for ten years!"

The wine surged and said, "Okay, I'll gamble with you!"

Schindler replied, "My brother's pride is rare in the world. Today's gambling, if you lose, how about listening to us?

"Okay, bartender, bring me a jar of the best Fen wine!" Xiong Feng laughed.