Me and my Jianghu Tavern

The main reason is that Xiaoqi is too lazy, and he only knows how to sleep when taking it out, and it is still heavy.

Zhang Ming found a morning stall and ate a bowl of noodles. Chang'an City is not small, but the speed of news circulation is very fast.

A few people were sitting at the table to his left discussing something, as if something happened last night.

Zhang Ming murmured and pricked up his ears to listen.

"Someone broke into the palace again last night. What happened? It's been so peaceful recently."

"Who knows, it is said that the man looks good."

"How's it going?"

"What can I do, I haven't come out since I went in."

"Dead."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about this, eat yours."

Street stalls always like to discuss these things, but they don't have any fear, they can say whatever they want, just don't make loud noises like a fool.

"Did someone break into the palace again?" Zhang Ming thought.

There are endless things, but Xiao Qian, the emperor, is really stable. He doesn't change his face when he comes to half the world, and he is not afraid at all, but he thinks about it, after all, he is the current emperor, who doesn't have any cards.

"Meow." Xiaoqi stretched out his claws and grabbed the noodles in Zhang Ming's bowl.

With a "snap", Zhang Ming slapped the paw away.

Xiaoqi withdrew his hand aggrieved, it just wanted to taste it, it doesn't matter if it doesn't taste it, it has eaten many good things, even drank wine.

"Let's go." Zhang Ming threw down the money and left with Xiao Qi in his arms.

One-fifth of the task of searching for wine has been completed, and the jug in the system space has not yet been opened, so it is not too long. Zhang Ming plans to look for that happy baby again, maybe there will be something to gain.

There is a tavern.

Zhang Ming stepped into the tavern. There were few people drinking in the morning, but there were only a few people.

Shopkeeper Zhu raised his head, saw that it was Zhang Ming, stood up to greet him and said, "Master, you are here early, this morning is very leisurely."

"Shopkeeper, is Chuanliu there?" Zhang Ming asked.

"Here, it's upstairs, young master, please." Shopkeeper Zhu stretched out his hand to guide.

Zhang Ming went upstairs with Xiao Qi in his arms. Xiao Qi didn't seem to be interested in all of this, but when he entered the door, he smelled a smell of alcohol and thought he had returned to the Jianghu Tavern. He opened his eyes and saw that it was not, and continued to close his eyes fell asleep.

Walking into the compartment, he saw a wine jar on the table, and Chuan Liu stood silently in front of the wine jar.

Zhang Ming stepped forward, but saw that Chuan Liu's eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept all night.

It wasn't until Zhang Ming came in front of him that Chuan Liu came to his senses and said, "Are you here?"

"Come and see, you haven't slept all night?" Zhang Ming asked.

"En." Chuanliu nodded, and pulled Zhang Ming to sit down.

Only then did Chuan Liu see that Zhang Ming was still holding a white cat in his arms, "A civet cat? You still have this leisurely mood."

Zhang Ming just smiled for a while, then looked at the wine jar on the table.

The wine jar was covered with dust, and the red paper pasted on the wine jar had faded away, presumably it had been hidden for many years, at least five or six years.

"What are you doing here with a wine jar?" Zhang Ming smiled, and said with a sneer, "It's not that you want to buy me a drink."

Chuan Liu nodded and said, "Yes, I'm treating you to a drink."

"Ah?" Zhang Ming was taken aback for a moment.

Chuan Liu stepped forward, stretched out his hand and opened the paper on the wine jar.

"hiss."

The wine jar, which has been dusty for more than ten years, is unsealed, and the aroma of wine that has been dusty for more than ten years blows to the face.

Thick and violent.

Zhang Ming's eyes lit up, smelling the aroma of the wine, he knew that the wine was unusual.

The scorching heat in the aroma of the wine is enough to prove that it is a jar of strong wine.

The best spirits!

This is an altar of wine that surpasses ordinary grades and can be classified as a high-quality product.

"Where did you find this wine?" Zhang Ming asked.

In Chuanliu, the peach blossom wine is the only one he brewed the best, and this wine must not be brewed by him.

"Ask after drinking." Chuan Liu said.

He fetched two bowls, lifted the wine jar and poured down two bowls of wine.

The wine is reddish, translucent, and a faint aroma floats into Zhang Ming's nose.

Zhang Ming picked up the wine bowl, raised his head and drank it.

Spirits should be drunk.

The hotness of the wine and the boldness of the wine are not inferior to the General Xing he brewed.

"Cool!" Zhang Ming shouted.

The wine was strong but shocking, like riding a horse on the battlefield.

Liquor is at the throat and the sword is at the waist, riding a horse to kill a hundred thousand huss.

This feeling can only be given by spirits.

[The host has tasted [Sword Walk (Medium Quality)], tasting progress: 5%]

[Chang'an Regional Mission (3/10)]

Chuan Liu closed his eyes and thought about it, sighed: "Sure enough, it's not Fanpin."

"Where did you get it?" Zhang Ming asked.

Chuan Liu put down the bowl and said, "Lingyun Mountain gave it to me."

"Where did he get this wine?" Zhang Ming thought thoughtfully.

Chuan Liu bowed his head and said, "It should be left to him by his master."

"Master?"

It was only at this time that Zhang Ming noticed that Chuanliu seemed to be very strange today. Zhang Ming thought that Chuanliu was a chatterbox and a funny person when they first met, but today he talked very little, which was very strange.

"Then... was it his master yesterday?" Zhang Ming asked tentatively. When he went to the small courtyard yesterday, the person who paid homage to Lingyun Mountain should be his master.

Chuan Liu nodded slightly, he was indeed Ling Yunshan's master.

"What about others?" Zhang Ming asked.

Chuan Liu paused, but raised his head to look at Zhang Ming, and remained silent.

Zhang Ming also noticed something was wrong, frowned, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"died."

There was silence in the compartment.

Xiaoqi in Zhang Ming's arms snored. He glanced at Chuanliu, then at the wine on the table.

The person I met yesterday disappeared overnight, leaving behind a jar of wine.

Zhang Ming felt very uncomfortable, drank Lingyunshan's wine, but never thanked him, never even said a word to him.

"How did you die?"

"Die under the sword of the palm print supervisor."

Zhang Ming's arms trembled slightly, and he had heard people talk about it before, so it turned out that he was the one who broke into the palace at night and never came out again.

The compartment fell silent again.

Last night, he wanted to stop him, but he didn't know where Ling Yunshan had gone, until there was news from the palace, he rushed over, but it was a step too late.

Ling Yunshan stepped into the palace gate, but couldn't come out again.

"His master..."

"It's Hong Qingyu."

Zhang Ming came back to his senses, so it was because of Hong Qingyu.

Hong Qingyu died under the sword of Grand Master Kong Yue, and Ling Yunshan was Hong Qingyu's apprentice.

It's just that Zhang Ming didn't understand why he went to die when he knew he couldn't do anything.

……

In fact, in Ling Yunshan's eyes, Hong Qingyu is his only relative in this world, and also the only warmth he has left in this world.

Ling Yunshan was never afraid of death, what he was afraid of was that there would be no one to accompany him.

If they are gone, then what is the point of living.

Keep filial piety for three days.

Burn 72 incense sticks.

Draw the knife, break the door, and never return.

Once you enter the rivers and lakes, you will leave the rivers and lakes.

Chapter 250: Old Man at the Wine Stall

"That kid is dead, and the top brothels in Chang'an City probably won't be taking customers today."

Chuan Liu said with a wry smile, Ling Yunshan was never from the rivers and lakes, he was not in the past, and he is not in the present.

"yes."

Zhang Ming stroked Xiao Qi's hair, his thoughts drifted away.

In Zhang Ming's view, Ling Yunshan's death was not worth it.

I have said before that there is no shortage of fools or lunatics in this world, the only thing is that some people are completely stupid and completely crazy, such as Liang Shurong and Ling Yunshan.

Knowing that there is no way ahead, you still move forward.

Zhang Ming stood up holding the white cat, Chuan Liu asked, "Where are you going?"

"Stroll around casually." Zhang Ming stretched out his hand, lifted the wine jar on the table, and said, "Give me this jar of wine."

Chuan Liu froze for a moment, then said, "You can do whatever you want."

Zhang Ming nodded, picked up the wine, and put the wine jar into the system space the moment he walked out the door.

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The streets of Chang'an City are very noisy.

Every few streets you walk through will become noisy, and there will be more people. Everyone in this world lives with their own attitude.

Some things, maybe they have never touched, or even heard of.

But there are always people who walk the roads that no one else takes.

Walking through the streets is just like how Zhang Ming walked from the gate of Chang'an City to the gate of the palace a few days ago.

Many people have traveled this path.

Zhang Ming stopped and saw a wine stall beside him.

He paused for a moment, then walked towards the wine stall.

"A jug of wine." Zhang Ming sat down and said.

The man guarding the wine stall was an old man who seemed to be hard of hearing, so he got up and asked, "What?"

"A jug of wine." Zhang Ming repeated.

The old man agreed, picked up the jug and poured a jug of wine.