Me and my Jianghu Tavern

Zhang Ming looked down at his fingers, then at Xiao Qi, not knowing what to say.

The long-lost care belongs to him.

He stretched out his hand to touch Xiao Qi, but seeing that his fingertips were covered in blood, he blocked it with his sleeve.

Through the cloth, Zhang Ming hugged Xiaoqi in his arms, and in this world, he muttered: "It's okay, it's okay..."

"Meow."

Before he knew it, a tear fell from the corner of Zhang Ming's eye.

All the memories of his previous life flashed through his mind one by one like a movie playing.

Father...mother...sister, all of these he loves, and the people who love him.

He is no longer there, but the person who loves him is still there, and so is Xiaoqi.

He loves as much as he loves him.

In this world, only Xiao Qi is left.

.........

Yan Shuxian downstairs didn't know what happened above, the sound of the piano was cut off, but she was still recollecting it, thinking to herself: "The sound of the piano is like a woman who is unique in this life."

The Six-fingered Qin Demon is truly unparalleled in this world.

After a while, Zhang Ming walked downstairs with Xiao Qi in his arms.

Yan Shuxian looked up and saw that the shopkeeper's hands were covered with blood, she didn't bother, and poured herself a glass of wine, which had nothing to do with her.

Zhang Ming put Xiaoqi on the counter, and said: "You are here, I'll get some water to wash your hands, don't worry, it's nothing serious, it will be fine in a few days."

Xiaoqi was still a little worried, and hooked Zhang Ming's clothes with his claws, not letting him go.

"I'll be back soon, don't worry." Zhang Ming said, and Xiao Qi let go of his claws.

Zhang Ming took a deep breath, walked quickly to the inner room and found a wooden basin to scoop some water.

When he was about to take it out, he realized that Xiao Qi was right behind him, never leaving a single step.

Xiao Qi raised his head and looked at him with wide eyes, as if there were stars in the sky.

Zhang Ming's heart trembled, and he said softly, "Let's go out first."

"Meow."

One person and one cat walked out of the inner room, Zhang Ming put the wooden basin on the counter, and Xiao Qi looked at him as if he was supervising him.

Zhang Ming stretched out his hand and put the bloody fingers into the basin.

Fingers are like condensed snow, and the water is rippling, washing away the flashy hands.

During the teasing, the blood was gone, leaving only thin wounds.

Xiao Qi seemed to be relieved and relieved.

Zhang Ming turned his head to see this scene, and his heart trembled again. He hadn't felt such mixed feelings for a long time.

Zhang Ming stretched his ten fingers, placed them in front of Xiaoqi, checked it, and said, "Look, it's clean, it's all right."

He also fooled Xiaoqi into not understanding that it was cleaned after washing, but he still had to wait for the wound to heal.

"Meow." Xiaoqi nodded, and Zhang Ming passed the test.

Zhang Ming wanted to smile, but he was afraid that the smile would be too ugly, but in the end he squeezed out an ugly smile.

There is no other reason, just want to laugh, laugh from the heart.

Looking at this scene, Yan Shuxian suddenly felt that the relationship between a person and a cat was no longer like an ordinary thing, it was something she once had but now she lost.

"It turns out that the stars in the sky in the little guy's eyes are the shopkeeper?" Yan Shuxian smiled slightly, raised her head and drank the wine in the glass.

May the sky full of stars never disappear.

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Chapter 87: Buddha is Tao?

The water of the big river runs from west to east, and the river is rushing up and flying stones on the bank.

The man in white was sitting by the river with a jade flute in his hand. He was lost in thought as he watched the rushing river.

The flute sounded by the river, and the white hair fluttered in the wind, like an exile.

After the bony man finished playing the song, he put down his jade flute, and let out a breath of foul air slowly.

A man in purple came up behind Liang Shurong, and the man in purple said, "You still want the power of the world?"

Liang Shurong put the jade flute in his hand on his legs, and said calmly, "Naturally."

"Half the people in the world want to protect you, and half want to kill you. I will only protect you three times, because the demon monk has already used it once." Yan Bei'an shook his head and said.

Liang Shurong turned his head to look at Yan Bei'an, with the corners of his mouth raised, and said with a smile, "I've always been curious about what made Yan Bei'an, the sword fairy, protect me three times."

Yan Bei'an didn't answer.

Along the way, he encountered an unknown number of interceptions and almost died several times.

The most serious one was because of a demon monk. If Yan Bei'an hadn't acted in time, there would be no Liang Shurong now.

Liang Shurong wanted to walk across the big rivers and mountains again because of the situation of the land. He had somewhat forgotten what the mountains and rivers looked like in more than ten years.

What is lost has to be picked up again.

Yan Bei'an didn't know why Liang Shurong was so persistent.

The Tao River in front of me flows eastward, everything in this world has laws, God will not allow people who break the rules to exist.

Liang Shurong looked at him, shook his head and said: "Sword Immortal Sword Immortal, you are an immortal, you are all alone, how do you understand."

Some people can never take off the things on their shoulders. He wanted to forget and put them down, but there will always be someone who reminds him to pick them up.

Yan Bei'an, the sword fairy, only believes in the book of war and the three-foot Qingfeng.

Bai Yuxiao only believed in the jade flute in his hand, there was no difference between the two, it was just because of the different obsessions in his heart.

But the 'Tao' of both is unparalleled in the world.

.........

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Yan Shuxian left the tavern after drinking a jug of wine, without asking any more questions, Xiao Qi chased her out, watched Yan Shuxian's back for a long time before walking back into the tavern.

Zhang Ming bandaged the wound on his hand and waited for the next guest to come.

"Why don't you see anyone coming?" Zhang Ming propped his chin, it stands to reason that the most guests are around noon, but there are not many guests today.

"Meow." Xiaoqi called out in agreement, expressing agreement, and it didn't know what it was agreeing with.

Zhang Ming doesn't know how big the Jianghu circle in Jian'an City is, but if it reaches half of it, it shouldn't be a difficult task.

Speaking of which, from the opening of the tavern to the present, the guests are basically people from the quack, many of them are experts, and there are very few ordinary people.

Of course, some passers-by came into the tavern, but they were all scared away by the price, so the people who came to drink in the tavern were either powerful or rich, such as Gongsun Yu, Yu Linglong and so on.

Suddenly footsteps came from outside the tavern, Zhang Ming looked up, feeling a little puzzled for a while.

"Monk?" Zhang Ming was slightly taken aback.

The little monk was wearing a yellow cloth, with a hole in his knee, and was covered in dust standing at the door of the tavern, twirling Buddhist beads in his hand.

"Amitabha, I want to ask for some tea." The little monk said.

Zhang Ming saw the little monk standing at the door, as if he was not going to come in.

Zhang Ming got up and walked to the door, and said: "This is a tavern, little monk, you come to my place to ask for tea?"

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable." The little monk said, and took two steps back, as if he was about to leave.

Zhang Ming raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's go now?"

The little monk didn't seem to hear what he said, and walked straight back to the official road, heading towards Jian'an City.

Zhang Ming watched the little monk leave, feeling a little puzzled as to what the monk meant.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable? Amitabha? What is this all about?" Zhang Ming shook his head and muttered, without thinking too much, he returned to the tavern.

Taking out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, grinding and placing the paper, Zhang Ming intends to write down what happened yesterday. Although it has nothing to do with the tavern, these things are ultimately for him to read.

[Jianghu Tavern...Yesterday at the Jian'an Poetry Fair, the shopkeeper copied a poem and won the first prize...]

"tread."

It was written that another person came to the door, unfamiliar, it was Yan Yuhan who walked with Zhang Ming yesterday.

Yan Yuhan was a little surprised when he saw the shopkeeper of the tavern raised his head, "Brother Zhang, are you really a wine seller?"

"It's you." Zhang Ming muttered.

It was also the first time for Yan Yuhan to know that there was a tavern outside Nancheng. Looking at the appearance of the tavern, it seemed that the tavern had not been open for a long time. He also understood what Zhang Ming meant when he left the signature.

Because of this tavern...

Yan Yuhan smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Zhang, why didn't you tell me earlier."

"Didn't I tell you?" Zhang Ming said.

"Meow." Xiaoqi raised his head and glanced at Yan Yuhan, seeing if he knew him, so he continued to lower his head and play with Xiaohua beside him.

The flower was given to it by Gu Qingshan last time, and it has bloomed now. As for the other flower given by Wu Manzi, it has withered and died without taking care of it.

Yan Yuhan had already met Xiao Qi yesterday, and he was not surprised, but was a little curious about Zhang Ming's liquor sale.

"Brother Zhang, you won the first prize of poetry yesterday, do you know that?"

"know."

"I don't know...wait, do you know?" Yan Yuhan was a little puzzled, and quickly asked: "Since Brother Zhang knows, why didn't he go back to the middle of the lake?"

"Go lazy." Zhang Ming said.

"..."

Yan Yuhan was left speechless by Zhang Ming's words, his train of thought was interrupted, and he didn't know what to ask.

Zhang Ming remembered that no one came this morning, so he asked, "Did I read that poem yesterday?"

"Of course I read it."

"What about signing?"

"Uh...read it too." Yan Yuhan raised his eyebrows, why did he feel that Zhang Ming cared so much about the signature.

"Then why is no one coming?" Zhang Ming stroked his chin, a little confused. Now that he read it, shouldn't there be many people in the tavern today?

Yan Yuhan continued: "Now the whole Jian'an City is guessing who the 'Jianghu Tavern Outside the City' is. After the poetry meeting ended yesterday, there were still many people pretending to be you, Brother Zhang, but Brother Zhang, I heard that because Your signing... seems to have angered Mr. Xu."

"Who is Mr. Xu?" Zhang Ming asked doubtfully.

"No way, Brother Zhang doesn't even know Old Xu Sanwen?"

"I'm just selling wine, what do I know."

Yan Yuhan swallowed, feeling that Zhang Ming was a strange person, so he explained.

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The little monk walking on the official road twirled the beads, and he knelt down twice every few steps to worship. Unlike the ascetic monk, he recited differently and believed differently.

I prayed to the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable.

Second bow to Amitabha Buddha.

Buddha?road?

"Is it Buddha or Tao?" The little monk paused, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, a smile appeared on the young monk's face, and he muttered: "Buddha is the Tao."