Zhang Lang let out a long sigh and looked at the direction of the flattery. Well, of course, it was not the flattery, but the smaller one on the flattery disappeared into the peach blossom forest. His eyes swayed with the rise and fall until they disappeared.

Yang Dazhuang looked at Zhang Lang's hand and asked, "Brother Lang, are you okay with your hand?"

Zhang Lang was still looking up from afar, as if he was looking for a certain breath, his hands were hot, and his heart was even more hot. Seeing Yang Dazhuang asking questions, he came back to his senses and said, "It's okay, your parents told you to keep a low profile, you should not stand up for me and cause trouble."

Yang Dazhuang nodded. Indeed, he also felt that his parents seemed to be avoiding something.

Suddenly, someone behind me panted and shouted: "Which damn waste is this? I was beaten by a little girl and didn't dare to fight back. I didn't go home. I came here to embarrass my eyes and made me sleepy. I'm so shameless!"

Zhang Lang looked back silently and saw a one-armed Taoist lying under an ancient peach tree not far behind him. He seemed to have just recovered from a serious illness, his stomach collapsed, and he fell asleep under the tree. After just woken up, his trembling fingers shouted and scolded him. Although he was weak in speaking, his expression was fierce and full of energy.

After a closer look, the one-armed Taoist man had a long figure, black and thin legs, like a dead wood. Zhang Lang couldn't help but look at the branches of the old peach tree, which was really comparable. His eyes shrank again, and the Taoist man's right arm was broken with his wrist, leaving only half of his thin and hard bald arm as thin as iron. Zhang Lang couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning. The anger that was originally scolded was also replaced by sympathy.

When Yang Dazhuang saw that he was just a ragged Taoist, he immediately stepped forward to scold him. But Zhang Lang saw that the one-armed Taoist was weak and he probably had been hungry for a long time. Zhang Lang was born with good deeds and pity for him, and was no longer surprised by his worries. Instead, he aroused Zhang Lang's sympathy and stopped Yang Dazhuang and signaled him to retreat. Then he walked over slowly, leaned over and asked with a smile: "Master, please don't blame me. I just thought of some thoughts by chance. I was lost for a moment, blocked my way, and woke you up. I was very sorry."

Then Zhang Lang looked around and said, "It's a pity that there is nothing to eat here. I have some clear springs in my water bag, but I have to drink a little to refresh myself. I'll give you some more money. How about finding a place to buy some food to satisfy your hunger?"

When the one-armed Taoist heard this, he turned his two strange eyes, looked at the sword on Zhang Lang's body, and then panted and said: "You doll is so irrelevant. I have not eaten rice for four days. I have been hungry and hungry. I finally slept here for a while. I woke me up. I was still worried. I can't even walk on the road. How can I buy food by myself? Look at the peach blossoms blooming and the fragrance of flowers is everywhere. What a beautiful state. I have nothing to worry about. How can I bear to leave such a good place?"

Zhang Lang looked strange and was so hungry. He was still in the mood to enjoy the flowers and scenery. Wouldn't he still want to enjoy it? Hehe, thinking of this, Zhang Lang couldn't help but shake his head. Peach blossoms are so beautiful, who doesn't like it? Even if you die under the peach blossom tree, you can't be romantic even if you become a ghost?

At this time, the one-armed Taoist said again: "Since you wake me up, I'm sorry, you have a lot of money on you. You won't buy some wine and meat, and have a meal with me."

Zhang Lang has been pampering with poverty since childhood and is generous. His adoptive father also said that when he goes out, he must first be patient, be easy-going, humble and hard-working, and not be concerned about the rich and poor, and be equal to others. Be courteous and compassionate first, so as not to be deceived or deceived. More importantly, he does not have enough power and has constant trouble. If he beats his servants, he will have a master. If he beats a master, he will have a bunch of people. In the end, you may be finished if you destroy a family.

I have heard of the actions and deeds of people in the world. As time goes by, I can see that the strong ones have their own strength. Now that the martial spirit has not yet appeared, I have temporarily clamped the second head of the family as a human being, and gradually cleans the scholar's aura and is used to being humble to others. When I become strong in the future, it is not too late to let the second head of the family charge into battle.

At this time, although I felt that the one-armed Taoist was old-fashioned and even unreasonable, I just vaguely felt that the one-armed Taoist was very good, not as simple as it seemed on the surface. I might even have some chance.

Yang Dazhuang pulled Zhang Lang. Zhang Lang knew his meaning, and he felt that there was no need to pay attention to the one-armed Taoist. But Zhang Lang didn't think so, so he smiled and said, "It's really good to have a few drinks with you under this peach blossom tree, but?" Zhang Lang looked around again, looking embarrassed.

The one-armed Taoist smiled and said, "As long as you sincerely invite a drink, it's easy to do. Do you think that isn't the wine seller here?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Lang had heard the sound of ding chanting behind the peach forest along the peach blossom river. He had heard such sounds before, and sometimes he had seen a load carrying a copper bowl on his hands and knocking while knocking on the peach forest. He often appeared in the peach forest. People said that it was the burden of selling liquor by the river, but I really didn't care about it.

Zhang Lang heard the sound and realized that he was a wine vendor. Zhang Lang and Yang Dazhuang looked up and were thinking, but suddenly heard a long roar, like a phoenix ringing in the sky, resounding through the sky, and couldn't help but turn their heads and look back. He was surprised to find that it was the one-armed Taoist. Zhang Lang and Yang Dazhuang couldn't help but look at each other. At first, they felt that this person was weak in speaking, but then the roar sounded loudly at the forest, which made them buzz with their ears. How could they have such a long qi?

Zhang Langyang and Dazhuang looked strange and looked right. Yang Dazhuang even breathed a long sigh. Fortunately, Zhang Lang stopped him at first, otherwise he would have been harshly to train the one-armed Taoist and cause trouble. If he thought of the consequences, he would have taken a breath of air conditioning.

Looking down the back slope of the forest, I saw that the wine pick was originally a piece of peach shade behind the slope, knocking on the copper bowl in my hand all the way along the riverside, and it was almost over. Then, when I heard the roar, I suddenly turned around and came through the forest with a smile.

Looking back at the one-armed Taoist, he had closed his eyes slightly, leaning against the peach tree and gasping for breath, as if the roar had just been used up. At this time, the wine pick was quickly approaching in front of him and putting it down.

The wine seller is a strong man wearing a wide-brimmed cool hat. In front is a large wooden plate with jelly and various ingredients, as well as some cooked beef, dried tofu, bean sprouts, braised eggs and other wine dishes. Behind is a large round cage, inside is a large wine jar, and there are two wine gourds hanging next to it. After stopping the burden, he kept looking at Zhang Lang and Yang Dazhuang, and then asked the one-armed Taoist and smiled: "Have you met a good customer again?"

When he said that, he couldn't stop looking at Zhang Lang, but ignored Yang Dazhuang. The one-armed Taoist ignored him first. The wine dealer asked twice, and the one-armed Taoist turned his eyes and said angrily: "Wang Lao San! Do you think this kid can't afford to invite guests?"

Sui Tong said to Zhang Lang with an unhappy look: "Why are you like a kid? You don't pay quickly when you come. You wake me up and don't do it immediately. You just pretend to be generous and say you want to treat me, which makes me addicted to alcohol. It doesn't matter whether I eat New Year's Eve dinners. I have no money. I have to pretend to be dead everywhere and cheat you for a while when I encounter loopholes. It's okay if I don't mention the word "wine". As long as someone treats me, I feel greedy and the wineworms in my belly will rebel. If you don't invite you quickly, it's harder than killing me later. Then don't blame me for fighting with you!"

Zhang Lang started with a one-armed Taoist expression, and a sick and hungry man actually shook the surrounding mountains and forests with a long roar. He responded together, and the echo was surround for a while. He remembered what his adoptive father said, there were many strange people in the wind and dust, so he needed to pay more attention. He usually said less and paid more attention. While thinking in secret, he couldn't help but feel enlightened again, and forgot to speak for a while.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lang hurriedly replied: "Master, don't be angry, how can you say that it doesn't matter? You just lost your mind just now."

The one-armed Taoist then showed a smug smile and said breathlessly: "Damn Wang Lao San forgot my instructions a few days ago that no matter where I heard my whistle, I must encounter loopholes and someone would pay the bill. Today I have been extremely addicted to alcohol, otherwise, this young baby will be very difficult to mess with in the future. Now I have a good meal of wine. Alas, I just have to be entangled in the future, I don't know how much trouble it is, and it's not that I feel too greedy, so I don't mind him." After saying that, I rolled my eyes at Zhang Lang.

Zhang Lang's heart skipped a beat, and Yang Dazhuang seemed to hear something. He kept looking at Zhang Lang. Zhang Lang also felt that this one-armed Taoist knew him. It seemed that there was something big trouble in the future and needed the one-armed Taoist to help him. He couldn't help but think about the long whistle just now. After thinking about it, he should be a master. If he could get the help of such a master, he would have let go of a lot.

At this time, the one-armed Taoist saw that Zhang Lang and Wang Laosan were both lost, and said angrily: "I promised to eat three or five bowls for me first when I meet, and then talk about anything else, why are you still staying there?"

When Wang Laosan heard this, he looked at Zhang Lang and kept looking at the sword on Zhang Lang's body. While immediately using a bowl of wine, hesitating, he whispered: "I know you're saying it well, but they don't know how much you drink. Is this guy willing to pay for that money?"

Before he finished speaking, the one-armed Taoist trembled and snatched the wine bowl with an iron-like iron hand. He drank the bowl of nearly half a pound of white wine in one breath, and looked anxious. He touched his mouth and shouted: "Good wine, good wine, two more bowls, the bun has meat but not on the folds. If you really want to see people down, you will be fine! This little kid is definitely willing to pay."

While taking the bowl of wine, Wang Laosan said angrily: "It's not only once that I'm fooled. Although I can get the money sooner or later, I can cause trouble all at once. Even if this guy leads a skilled teacher, he is still a rich man. But now he has no friendship with you. How much do you want to eat for this wine? Will he be willing to give you a round?" He looked at Zhang Lang while saying that.

Yang Dazhuang pulled Zhang Lang's neck of clothes and whispered: "Looking at the moment of drinking this long drink, it should be fine if seven or eight bowls, that's fine, it shouldn't be all done, it would cost a lot of money."

Zhang Lang smelled the fragrance of the wine and felt refreshed and full of energy. The peach blossoms bloomed in thousands of colors, bright red like fire. He took his waist and pecked at the flowers, and tsk tsk tsk, and was so beautiful. Zhang Lang couldn't help but shout: "Good wine! Summer is like no wine without wine and birds are silent. Autumn is like no wine without wine and the moon is bright, and winter is like no wine without wine and snow is invisible. Get up early and get out of bed without wine, and sleep at night without wine. I feel unhappy without wine and I am always happy."

Yang Dazhuang also hummed with enthusiasm: "After drinking, we ventilate up and down, we ventilate up and down, we ventilate up and down, we ventilate up and strengthened the yin and yang, we ventilate alone, we ventilate alone, we ventilate up and kill the emperor, we ventilate up and down, we ventilate up and down, we ventilate up and down, we ventilate up and down, we ventilate up and down, we ventilate up and down, we ventilate up and down, we ventilate up and down, and we ventilate up and down, and we ventilate up and down, and we ventilate up and down, and we ventilate up and down, and we ventilate up and down, and we ventilate up and down, and we ventilate up and down, and we don't have to worry about anything."
Chapter completed!