Me and my Jianghu Tavern

"My lord, it doesn't have to be exactly the same. Others are fine too. Maybe Xiao Qi just likes to raise some plants. After all, Xiao Qi is a cat." Yu Linglong smiled.

"That's the only way to go." Gu Qingshan sighed.

He still thinks it would be better to get an identical one, as a creature like a cat is very real.

"Little bastard, why are you so bored now, and you are stumped by a cat." Old Man Huang teased.

Gu Qingshan got up and patted the dust on his hands, and replied: "I'm not bored, I think you're just idle, old man, why bother."

Zhang Ming originally thought that Gu Qingshan was just dealing with it, but he didn't expect him to be serious, but he thought about it too, this guy never liked to owe others.

"Brother Zhang, it's getting late, I'll come back another day, and I'll make an apology to Xiaoqi."

"Okay." Zhang Ming nodded in agreement. After thinking for a while, he asked another question by the way: "By the way, didn't you say that the Oiran Grand Competition is about to start? When is it, I plan to go and have a look."

Yu Linglong replied, "It will be tomorrow night."

Most of the oirans lasted more than one day. Tomorrow night is just the opening. This competition will last for seven days. The last day is the most lively and crowded.

Yu Linglong suddenly remembered it, so she mentioned it: "By the way, there will be a reception in Qingyu Tower tomorrow evening, I wonder if Mr. Zhang is interested in attending?"

"What kind of reception is it?" Zhang Ming asked.

The old man Huang explained: "Actually, it's a wine competition. Whoever produces the best wine will win the first prize. Last year, Linglong girl's Baihuaniang won the first prize."

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[Task: Reception head name]

[Task Content]: Participate in the annual reception of Qingyu Building and win the first prize.

[Task Rewards]: General’s Walk (wine), random martial arts comprehension machine card × 1, random appetizer × 1.

[Failure Punishment]: Deprivation of [Mortal Realm] cultivation base.

Zhang Ming didn't want to go, but since he received the task, he had no choice but to participate, so he asked, "Do you want to sign up?"

"No, when the time comes, Mr. Zhang will go over with the wine." Yu Linglong explained.

"it is good."

Gu Qingshan shook his head with a wry smile, and said: "Then this reception is not worth watching. Since Brother Zhang wants to participate, the first prize will be set."

"Not necessarily. Although my wine is good, it is not unsurpassable." Zhang Ming shook his head and retorted.

The wine here is only made of good materials. If someone can find good materials, he can make good wine.

Gu Qingshan always felt that Zhang Ming was not being modest, but showing off, judging by Brother Zhang's pissed-off character, it was really possible.

Then they said goodbye and left the tavern.

Zhang Ming got up and began to clear away the wine glasses and jugs on the table.

The tavern will be cleaned regularly every night, which is one of the functions of the tavern, but Zhang Ming still has to do it by himself.

After a while, Zhang Ming cleaned up the tavern and sat back at the counter. He happened to ask for leave the day after tomorrow to attend this so-called reception, and he could buy some things along the way.

This time, he wanted to take a good look at what Jian'an City was like.

…………

The sky gradually darkened.

It started to rain lightly in the evening, the rain was not heavy, but the wet weather was always uncomfortable.

The weather in the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River is always changing. Today it rained in the morning, but it was sunny at noon, and it will rain again at night.

"Meow."

Xiaoqi woke up slowly, his eyes were still a little confused, he was dizzy today, and after thinking about it, he also looked out of interest.

Zhang Ming didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he could only comfort him: "You see that you are wronged, Gu Qingshan said that he will get you a better flower."

Xiao Qi just glanced at him, then continued to be in a daze.

Zhang Ming didn't know if it understood or not, but he was a little afraid that Xiao Qi would be too attached to the dead grass. A creature like a cat would easily get sick if it was held for a long time.

Cats also have feelings, just like people love the new and dislike the old. It is estimated that Xiao Qi will not forget that grass in a short time.

"Ahem." A thin cough came from outside the tavern.

Zhang Ming tensed up when he heard this voice. He was right, it was the white-haired man Liang Shurong a few days ago.

Just like the previous few days, Liang Shurong's appearance was still scary, his face was pale and his figure was thin, as if he had been sucked blood.

"Give me back Yuxiao." Liang Shurong stretched out his hand.

Zhang Ming glanced at him and said, "I can give it to you, but you have to pay for the drunken tourists last time first."

Liang Shurong didn't speak, but took out a silver ingot from his pocket, about 20 taels, and threw it to Zhang Ming.

"Bring another jug ​​of that wine last time, I'll reward you a lot."

Zhang Ming took the money, then returned the jade flute to Liang Shurong, took the jug from the inner room, and walked to where Liang Shurong was sitting.

"I will throw you out." Zhang Ming said with a frown.

"Cough cough." Liang Shurong coughed and turned pale. He put the jade flute back on his waist, waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter."

He didn't intend to embarrass Zhang Ming, he didn't want to resort to such a small tavern owner, he just drank.

Zhang Ming sat back at the counter, he glanced at Liang Shurong from time to time, he was still very curious about this person.

Inducing the power of heaven and earth like a body sounds a bit unreal, but this is the category of martial arts. Zhang Ming doesn't understand these things, he only knows that it is very powerful.

"boom."

After a while, there was a sound from the direction of the wine table.

Zhang Ming turned his head and saw that Liang Shurong was already lying on the table.

Zhang Ming sighed and was speechless, and he wanted to move Liang Shurong out again.

But fortunately, there are no people at night, and the tavern is not open at night.

Zhang Ming carried Liang Shurong to the door and put him by the wall.

"Growing hair all night and being as skinny as a stick, is this the end of competing with the sky for glory?"

Zhang Ming sighed, maybe Liang Shurong didn't want to fight at all, but everyone on Luoxi Mountain was forcing him to fight.

Zhang Ming didn't understand that because of the identity of a criminal, he would be cast aside by thousands of people.

this world,

Whether it is righteousness or evil, or good and evil.

In this way, as soon as he enters the rivers and lakes, he cannot help himself.

Liang Shurong suddenly opened his eyes, a pair of cloudy eyes revealing endless vicissitudes.

Chapter 43: The Weird Xiao Sound

"Awake? How could..."

Zhang Ming's pupils shrank sharply, and he took a small step back. He was frightened, and he was still conscious after drinking three cups of tourists.

Liang Shurong looked at him without speaking, his eyes full of vicissitudes were full of confusion, Zhang Ming's heart trembled, and suddenly he felt a chill behind him.

After a while, Liang Shurong moved.

He seemed a little confused when he just opened his eyes, as if he didn't know what to do, he subconsciously picked up the jade flute hanging from his waist.

He picked up the jade flute to look at it, and finally put it to his mouth slowly.

"Ugh..."

Under the tavern, in front of the eaves, the sound of Xiao was everywhere.

Zhang Ming stared at the scene in front of him and was stunned. He swore that this was the weirdest flute sound he had ever heard.

"rustle……"

There was a rustling sound in the dense forest, and the birds were awakened, and a biting breeze hit like a demon wind, making people feel chills on their backs.

Asuka attacked the same kind, and one after another wild beasts in the dense forest surrounded the tavern.

"Roar."

"Squeak."

These wild beasts roared and crawled on the ground as if they were paying homage to the leader. Without exception, the eyes of these wild beasts were dim, as if they had lost their sanity.

Zhang Ming didn't know why he wasn't affected, but this scene really scared him.

"Is this... still the category of martial arts?" Zhang Ming was very confused, and he could do it with only a flute by inviting hundreds of spirits to pay homage.

This scene lasted for more than ten minutes.

Zhang Ming thought to himself, the sound of the flute is so strange, is this the so-called magic school of martial arts, no wonder it has to be accepted by the world.

The sound of the flute was extremely desolate, the night was as cold as water, the chill pierced into the bones, the voice was melodious and deep, as if there was endless melancholy.

Liang Shurong stared at the front with both pupils, as if showing no emotion at all, and the sound of the flute gradually became low.

Thousands of beasts crawling in front of the tavern groaned, retreating as if they had heard an order, and finally hid in the dense forest.

After a while, the sound of the flute stopped, Liang Shurong put down the jade flute in his hand, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Everything, as if it never happened.

Zhang Ming froze in place and looked around. Just now, there were more than ten large beasts, all kinds of bugs and birds gathered in front of the tavern, but now it was solitary, with nothing left.

He couldn't help shivering.

Zhang Ming took a deep breath, looked at Liang Shurong for a long time, couldn't help sighing, and muttered: "It's really amazing."

It's just that the flute sound...was a little too bleak.

The sound of the flute is like a dream, attracting thousands of living beings to bow down, as if he is the only one in the world, and everyone or things must bow their knees.

Bai Yuxiao, who once competed with the sky for glory?

Zhang Ming was lying on the bed, his flute sounded in his heart, making him unable to fall asleep.

After listening to the flute tonight, he slowly recalled it, and realized what Liang Shurong was thinking. Although it was sad, it also contained unwillingness.

How to let go.

…………

The sun in the sky is gradually rising, and the morning dew adheres to the flowers and plants, revealing some spots of light.

The door of the tavern was pushed open, and Zhang Ming looked aside.

"When did you leave?"

Liang Shurong had already left, leaving nothing behind except for the flute sound from last night.

Zhang Ming took out the broom and swept the dust under the eaves. After all, he had to take care of these.

Xiaoqi climbed down the stairs, and squatted in front of the gap in the floor where the grass had grown, feeling a little depressed.

"Meow."

Xiaoqi gave a hutch, and suddenly felt sleepy again, then ran to the counter and lay down, which was its old position.

The days without grass are so boring and boring.

After a while, a few figures walked up the official road. Zhang Ming was cleaning the eaves, so he looked over.

"It's so early?" Zhang Ming muttered.

It wasn't anyone else, they were all regular customers of the tavern, except for old man Huang and Liu Yihan, the gourd, and the rest of them came.

"Morning brother Zhang!"

"Morning shopkeeper." Everyone greeted, and Zhang Ming led them into the tavern.

Wu Manzi was still holding a pot of flowers in his arms. He didn't know what kind of flower it was. It was a bit gorgeous, but Zhang Ming had never seen it before.

"Where's Xiao Qi?"

"Sleeping on the counter."