Chapter 89 Three people drinking on Moyun Building
At noon, Zhuque Street is still deserted. The Moyun Tower is tall and quiet like an ancient building covered with dust, and there is no sound.
When he was young, a steed horse swirled across the corner of the street, and the sound of the horse's hoof suddenly stopped. The young man on the horse looked at the seven layers of ink cloud in a moment, suddenly turned over and got off the horse and rushed into the building.
The servant maidservant had already been dismissed. Xiao Hou had not returned for a few days. Pingzi and Afu went to the shop to help. An Bochen went upstairs, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, which made him more and more panicked.
In a blink of an eye, I came to the seventh floor. The wind rolled the curtains, the bells rang, and An Bochen swept all over the building, but there was no one. Not only Simajin, but also Li Xiaoguan, who turned around early, is not in the building.
His heart fluttered and jumped, An Bochen's chest heaved and gasped, his hands clenched into fists, and the blue veins bulged.
"Amitabha, why is the benefactor in such a hurry?"
The monk of Qin with a smile on the corners of his mouth appeared at the top of the stairs, followed by a sad face, with ten bags of wine bags in his hand.
Irmented Wuhua, and An Boxhen walked straight to the Tibetan Jade Hall.
Pushing the door and entering, there was no bucket on the door this time. An Bochen's worry was not relieved, but a little stronger.
Until I saw the note on the low couch.
- Xiao Pang and I went out of the city to buy some good horses and came back in the evening.
With a long sigh of relief, An Bochen squeezed the note tightly and felt a little at ease. But on second thought, what if Mr. Li secretly harms Simajin when he is out of the city?
Although there is no big horse farm in Liu, there are more than a dozen small horse farms more than ten miles away from Liujing, which are exclusively for the purchase of dignitaries. An Bochen does not know which horse farm Simajin goes to. If he goes to look for her at this time, it will be in the afternoon when he arrives in the suburbs. In case of finding the wrong place, he will have no time to turn back in the evening.
The heart was so anxious that the young man was spinning in the Tibetan Jade Hall. The favor and humiliation of the 20 days of recuperation suddenly disappeared. An Bochen was beaten back to his original form and could no longer maintain his composure.
"Is the benefactor worried about the female benefactor?"
Buddha's Zen heart, divine wisdom, no Hua observes words and colors, and in a moment, he has guessed a few clues.
Although he didn't know what had happened, Wuhua couldn't help sighing and shouted, "Amitabha Buddha, everything is empty, and the color is also empty. If the benefactor doesn't look away, what if..." Before he finished speaking, he was stared back by An Bochen coldly.
"Drinking!"
But Zhang Bushi went up in a muffled voice, raised the wine bag and handed it to An Bochen.
Wine?
An Bochen was stunned and then raised his hand to take the wine bag.
He has been following Mr. Li for four years. As a servant, An Bochen is not qualified to drink. On the contrary, in Yuanjing Village, when An Bochen was five or six years old, when his father and uncle next door were drinking, he always liked to lick some bad wine with chopsticks and handed it to An Bochen. Every time An Bochen was so spicy that he stuck out his tongue, then stood timidly aside and looked at the adults who were laughing.
At this moment, An Bochen's heart was in turmoil, and the fragrance of wine filled his nose. An Bochen didn't care about it. He raised the wine bag and poured it into his mouth. Wuhua and Zhang Bushi were stunned.
Osmanthus fragrance is a famous tribute wine in Liujing. It not only pays tribute to Liujun, but also pays tribute to the royal family. It is well-known and has its own uniqueness. The mouth is sweet and mellow, the throat is not spicy, the stomach is not strong, and there is a faint fragrance of osmanthus in the wine. It is easy to drink. But this wine is very strong, and it is not weaker than any kind of liquor in the world. It can only be a sketch, not a quick drink. For example, the drinking method of An Bochen is not only violent, but also easy to get drunk.
Under a bag of wine, An Bochen's face floated with a blush, staggered out of the Tibetan jade hall, sat down on the low couch, looked at the clouds outside the window, and the neighborhood was cold.
Wuhua walked out helplessly, and did not forget to stare at Zhang Bushi. Zhang Bushi spread out his hands as if nothing had happened, even if he didn't know that An Bochen would not drink.
The teenagers sat on the seventh floor of Moyun Building. An Bochen looked at the window, while Wuhua and Zhang Bushi tasted the fragrance of osmanthus and silently.
Looking at each other, Wuhua and Zhang Bushi exchanged eyes. At the same time, they shook their heads and withdrew the words around their mouths.
They came to Moyun Tower on this trip to find out about privacy, about the traces of the divine master, about the double-headed snake demon, and about the young man in which Moyun Tower can't see through. After a few years, Wuhua and Zhang Bushi will not take ten bags of good wine to accompany An Bochen like today. With their identity and strength, they can naturally get the secret they want by using strong or other means.
But even the children of the divine master can't wear out the youthful nature. The young man is vigorous, full of blood, likes to fight, and is easy to make friends. Maybe he is unrestrained, but he is not as smooth as an adult. He goes straight, and the kindness and resentment are all in his mouth.
Wuhua and Zhang Bushi are the proud sons of heaven. The eyes are higher than the top, and the prince and grandson may not like it, let alone the son of a mediocre family in Liujing. This long trip to Liujing, the biggest surprise is to break the secret art with a shot and An Bochen, who retired from the family.
What about being born in poverty? What about being humble in status? The former Wuhua is also a monster in other people's mouths. Even my parents dare not raise it again and abandon it in the wilderness. Zhang Bushi is not much better. He is a businessman in Guanzhong, and his family is in decline. He began to support himself at the age of six. The two may be the rare people in Liujing who do not despise An Bochen because of their status. Maybe it is because of their origin that they look up at An Bochen.
I came to Moyun today, firstly, to find out the secret, and secondly, I more or less have the intention of making friends.
Since he came to make friends, he had to ask openly to inquire about secrets. At this time, An Bochen was already drunk and it was easy to pull out those secrets, but the two teenagers stopped talking at the same time, but they didn't want to take advantage of people's danger.
The warm and pleasant wind in the afternoon circulates on the seven layers of ink clouds, blowing away the residual fragrance of osmanthus.
Wuhua and Zhang Bushi couldn't let go at the beginning. They drank a few sips of wine, and they didn't care about An Bochen, who was thinking about their thoughts, and drank up.
"Incloth shoes, why do you think the snake demon lingers in Liujing?"
"How do I know?"
"According to the little monk, there are only two reasons why demons are lurking in the world. The first is to steal a lot of treasures, and the second is to eat people. But the snake demon he saw that day has been cultivated into a human shape. It is reasonable that he should no longer covet human flesh. In this way, there is only one reason left in Liujing. There must be something he wants to get but hasn't got in Liujing.
The words of the monks of the State of Qin floated into An Bochen's ears along the autumn wind and rested for a long time. Water and fire digested the power of wine, and An Bochen was a little sober.
"Stealing treasures..."
An Bochen's eyes flashed and muttered.
Wuhua smiled at the corners of his mouth, looked at each other with Zhang Bushi, and turned to An Bochen and said, "Doesn't you know that there is any important treasure in Liujing?"
Hearing this, An Bochen shook his head.
To say that Liujing has heavy treasures, it can only be Jiu Chenjun, who hides the secrets of immortals, but Jiu Chenjun is clearly the thing of Li Gongzi, and then falls into the left opponent. The two snakes are used in the end, but in the end, it is used for the spring test. Obviously, it is irrelevant to them, and the immortal secrets are even more true or false. However, in the "Da Kuang God Monster Talk", the method of cannibalism and becoming an immortal is recorded. Mr. Li also "refine" the four servants, including An Bochen, the adult elixir, but it is not surprising that he stopped halfway.
Thinking that in the past four years, the young man he served in front of the saddle and behind the horse turned out to be a snake demon. He regarded the world as grass mustard, regarded himself as a pawn, regardless of life and death. An Bochen was in a trance and depressed. He stared straight at Zhang Bushi. For a long time, his face was slightly red, and he stretched out a hand.
Zhang Bushi looked at An Bochen, and then at the fragrance of osmanthus. Under Wuhua's forced eyes, he reluctantly took out a wine bag and handed it to An Bochen, muttering something.
Taking the wine bag, An Bochen took a sip, thought for a moment, and asked Xiang Wuhua, "Dare to ask Master Wuhua, can these monsters and practitioners get rid of them?"
Hearing that An Bochen was also called "no flower", Zhang Bushi looked at An Bochen with approval, and squeezed out a mocking smile from the corners of his mouth.
Wuhua has long been used to it. He ignored his fate and smiled and said, "I heard that the time for An Shizhu's cultivation is very short. The little monk didn't believe it in the past, but now it seems that he has to believe it. The reason why demons are powerful is that most of them rely on the power of the flesh and the innate spirit. Even so, the way of demons' practice is similar to that of human beings, and they all practice literature, martial arts and fire. Therefore, as long as the cultivation is profound, whether it is practiced Taoism, Taoism or secret arts, it can kill demons and demons.
Zhang Bushi, who was beside him, also interrupted: "When it comes to killing demons, someone has personally encountered it once. Last year, I followed the army to conquer the Northern Wasteland and worked under the command of the general of the Northern Expedition. Speaking of Xia Hou, the general of the Northern Expedition, I am also a fierce general of Da Kuang. My Taoist skills are strong, and my martial arts alone can also rank in the top ten among General Da Kuang. That night, I followed General Xiahou to patrol the camp and went to the end of the camp. Suddenly, I saw two soldiers running back in a panic. They didn't even tie their trousers. The general was suspicious and took me to inquire... Guess what you see?"
Wuhua sighed secretly, shook his head, and ignored it.
An Bochen smiled and said that this bitter teenager was really not good at selling. Compared with Simajin, it was simply a world of difference.
Seeing Zhang Bushi looking at himself expectantly, An Bochen drank other people's wine and didn't want to spoil his fun, so he pretended to be slightly shocked and said, "Is it possible to see a monster?"
Wuhua looked at An Bochen with a smile. There was a trace of fun on his handsome face, and Zhang Bushi nodded inexplicably.
"Brother An is right. General Xiahou and I did find a monster, and it was still a banshee. She sneaked into the barracks and lured the sergeant to come and suck the innate fire for her practice. General Xiahou was immediately furious and drew his knife. The female demon estimated that she had been practicing Taoism for more than a hundred years, and her cultivation was also in Tianpin, but how could she be General Xiahou's opponent? After ten moves, he couldn't stand it. Before he could escape, he was cut into two by General Xia Hou. The original shape turned out to be a skunk.
Zhang Bushi's ability to tell stories was really not good, and it was boring to hear, but in the end, the beautiful banshee who seduced the soldiers turned out to be a skunk. An Bochen and Wuhua were stunned, and then laughed at the same time.