Me and my Jianghu Tavern

The little monk continued to worship, recite his Buddha, and practice his way.

The demon monk and the demon way are all him.

Chapter 88: No wonder it's half way

The man wearing the white fox mask raised his head and glanced at the signboard of the tavern. It was indistinguishable from the signature of Fairy Magpie Bridge. It seems that Jianghu Tavern came to the right place.

Stepping in, the masked man looked over, and saw two people chatting in front of the counter, the one in the counter should be the shopkeeper of the tavern.

Zhang Ming looked up, Yan Yuhan followed Zhang Ming's line of sight and saw the person coming.

The man wearing the white fox mask walked to the counter, and said in a vicissitudes and richness, "Are you the shopkeeper here?"

"Yes." Zhang Ming agreed, "Drink?"

The man wearing the white fox mask did not answer Zhang Ming's words, but raised his head to take a look at the layout of the tavern.

"Uh, Brother Zhang..." Yan Yuhan was a little puzzled, and glanced at Zhang Ming, seeing that Zhang Ming didn't express anything, he didn't look any further.

Since Brother Zhang doesn't care, it has nothing to do with him.

The man wearing the white fox mask saw that there was nothing special about this tavern, and finally saw the price of the wine written on the wall.

Four taels, eight taels, ten taels, the masked man frowned and asked, "Why is your wine so expensive?"

Zhang Ming glanced at him, and without saving face for this person, he replied nonchalantly, "It's not very expensive."

"Expensive?" Yan Yuhan also looked towards the wall when he heard that the person said it was expensive, and was a little surprised when he saw it: "Eight...eight taels!? Brother Zhang, you open a black shop!"

"It's not a black shop. The wine here is worth the price." Zhang Ming glanced at him, turned back to the masked man, and said, "Drink?"

The man under the mask looked at Zhang Ming and felt very interesting for a moment, so he said, "Then let's have a pot of eight taels."

After speaking, he took out a silver coin from his pocket and put it on the table.

As usual, Zhang Ming went to the inner room to get wine.

Yan Yuhan looked at this scene, and was a little dazed for a while, and muttered: "Eight taels of silver? Is this the one you bought?"

The wine was brought up, and the man wearing the white fox mask poured a glass, but he also smelled the aroma of the wine.

He looked at it, then raised his head and drank it.

Yan Yuhan turned his head to look, and saw that the man did not move after drinking.

It seems that he is reminiscing the wine he drank, but his face is covered by a mask, and he doesn't know what his expression is.

After a while, the man seemed to come back to his senses and added another glass.

He squeezed the wine glass, looked at the color of the wine, and muttered, "It's really worth the price."

He didn't drink the glass of wine, got up and walked towards Zhang Ming.

The man wearing the white fox mask took out a wooden waist card from his waist and threw it to Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming stretched out his hand to catch it, and looked at the waist plate, which was engraved with a dragon with its eyes closed.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Ming looked at the badge in his hand and asked in confusion.

"If someone in Jian'an City makes things difficult for you, then show that waist card to that person, and it will save your life at critical times."

The man wearing the white fox mask said those words, then turned his head and walked out of the tavern. There was still unfinished wine on the table in the tavern.

Zhang Ming held the waist card in his hand, and was a little puzzled.

He didn't know what the waist card was for, but that person's words should be true, it should be a good thing.

Yan Yuhan stood aside, he was still a little surprised and didn't understand what happened.

"open……"

Zhang Ming interrupted him, and asked, "Do you drink?"

"Uh..." Yan Yuhan opened his lips slightly, and withdrew his hand, drinking?What wine do you drink?No wonder he can afford it.

Although he is also from a wealthy family, he can't afford eight taels of wine.

"It's okay if you don't drink, I heard you say that Xu Sanwen seems to be very dissatisfied with my signature?" Zhang Ming said.

"Ah, yes, Brother Zhang, your inscription is indeed a bit...uh..."

"Oh." Zhang Ming said.

Yan Yuhan looked at Zhang Ming, thinking that he was going to continue, but who knew that Zhang Ming hadn't opened his mouth for a long time, so he asked in confusion, "And then?"

"What then?"

"..."

"Cough cough." Yan Yuhan coughed dryly twice, and said, "Brother Zhang probably has nothing to worry about. It wouldn't be like this if it was someone else."

Zhang Ming didn't care about Qian Sanwen at all, he only cared about what the badge in his hand represented.

dragon?Shut-eyed dragon?

In a feudal society, it was not ordinary people who dared to engrave dragons on their waist cards.

.........

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Qingzhou City

Xu Yi still couldn't find a job, so he bought a biscuit for two Wen and sat down on the street to eat it.

Practice is not easy, and earning money is even more difficult.

"Half way, why did you come here?"

Xu Yi heard a familiar voice from behind, and he looked back.

Sure enough, it was the boy from yesterday.

"You..." Xu Yi was stunned.

He didn't know how this young man found himself, he was already far away from the place yesterday.

Young Lang took advantage of the situation and sat beside Xu Yi, and said, "I just happened to meet you when I was passing by, do you think you are waiting for me?"

"No." Xu Yi said.

Seeing that Xu Yi had a lot of dust on his body, the young man asked, "Where do you live at night, Ban Daozi?"

"The ruined temple outside the city."

"A ruined temple outside the city?"

"Ah."

"That must be fun!"

"Cough, cough..." Hearing the young man's words, Xu Yi choked on the pancake in his throat, and almost didn't come up in one breath.

A ruined temple outside the city?fun?

"It's no fun to ruin temples outside the city," Xu Yi said.

The young man shook his head, and said: "I have never lived in a ruined temple when I grow up, so I am a little curious, or you can take me to play in the ruined temple tonight, I won't go home tonight .”

"How can this work? If the elders in your family can't find you, they will be anxious." Xu Yi frowned and asked: "You are so playful, do the elders in your family really ignore you?"

"Yeah, don't care about me." The young man showed a smile on his face, and continued: "And even if I really got lost, I won't be as pitiful as you, Ban Daozi."

"..."

After Xu Yi finished eating the whole pancake, he was still a little hungry, but he had nothing to eat, so he chatted with the young man: "What's your name?"

"Me? Take a guess halfway, and I'll tell you if you guess right."

"If you are poor, don't guess."

"Don't you Taoist priests know how to tell fortunes? Can't you figure it out? Oh, yes, I almost forgot. You are a half-taoist. I guess you can't."

"..."

Xu Yi regarded his conversation with this young man as a practice.

The master said that wherever you go in this world is practice, the wind and rain are the way, mountains, rivers and rivers are all the way, and passers-by also have their way. Xu Yi thinks that maybe this young man has his 'way' in him.

"My name is Meng Buyan, what about you, Ban Daoist? Since you are a Taoist priest, you must have a Taoist name."

"There is no Taoist name in a poor way."

"why?"

"I don't know. The master said that I am the Tao, but the poor Taoist doesn't understand."

"Oh... Then your master is probably fooling you. You are too pitiful, half-daoist. You don't even have a Taoist name as a Taoist priest. No wonder you are a half-daoist."

"..."

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PS: Next, I will write abbreviated words, and I won’t write some boring things. There will be more people in the tavern, but I don’t think the intermediate process is necessary, because I feel that the tavern is about writing stories, not purely for drinking. The protagonist is just a spectator, not participating or commenting, just like a gentleman.

If I write out those pretentious and slapped faces, I can write twenty chapters, which is not nutritious, so I plan to just take a few sentences and write the best ones.

This volume is almost finished, the second volume is the beginning of the journey, the first volume is about Jian'an Sankui, and the second volume is about the anecdotes of the Jianghu. Many people in the tavern have their own stories, which is also part of this book. The longest roll.

Finally, ask for a vote!

Oh, by the way, Xiaoqi is male, not female.

Chapter 89: You know what a hammer

"Morning brother Zhang."

Gongsun Yu came to the tavern to drink as usual, but today there was no one else, he was the only one here.

Yan Yuhan turned his head and saw Gongsun Yu and couldn't help exclaiming: "Brother?"

"Yu Han, why are you here?" Gongsun Yu asked frantically.

Zhang Ming put down the brush in his hand, looked at the two and said, "Do you know each other?"

"I know." Gongsun Yu nodded.

Gongsun Yu had some friends when he was in the academy, and Yan Yuhan was one of them, because Yan Yuhan wrote a bad poem, and Gongsun Yu said a few words, and the two knew each other, and they didn't know each other when they said it.

Gongsun Yu is a few years older than Yan Yuhan, and his seniority in the academy is also double that of Yan Yuhan, so he is naturally the senior brother. After Gongsun Yu left the academy, the two of them have not lost contact, and they would invite them to hang out from time to time.

"Are you the only one here today?" Zhang Ming asked, usually Gongsun Yu would not come alone.

Gongsun Yu nodded and said: "Tomorrow is Double Seventh, the scholars are all making preparations, and I came here after I was busy."

"Is that so..."

"Let's not talk about that, let's drink first." Gongsun Yu took out the silver from his pocket and put it on the counter.

Yan Yuhan felt a little strange, so he asked, "Brother, is this wine good?"

"You don't know?" Gongsun Yu explained: "It seems that you haven't drank it before, but you will know after drinking it. Put another pot and count it on him, that's okay."

"Yes." Zhang Ming said.

Gongsun Yu paid another eight taels of silver, and Zhang Ming took the money and went to drink.

"How can this work?" Yan Yuhan could tell that Gongsun Yu wanted to buy him a drink.

Gongsun Yu laughed and said, "Are you still afraid that I don't have money?"

Yan Yuhan was embarrassed to refuse, because he knew what kind of person Gongsun Yu was, but he still felt a little uncomfortable.

After a while, two jugs of plum blossom wine were served.

Gongsun Yu picked up the jug, and seeing that Zhang Ming hadn't gone far, he suddenly remembered what happened last night, so he said, "By the way, the Magpie Bridge Immortal was made by Brother Zhang?"

Zhang Ming turned his head and replied without hesitation: "No."

"Uh..." Yan Yuhan wanted to say something, but he didn't expect that he didn't admit it, and couldn't say what he wanted.