Me and my Jianghu Tavern

"Wuliang Tianzun." Nian An closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to answer this question.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Ming frowned, feeling even more puzzled.

Could there be something else going on here?

The instigator of the whole incident was this strange monk. Monk Nian'an didn't want to answer. There may be other things left unsaid here, even more than 16 years ago.

"Thank you for the hospitality, Pindao will come to drink again sometime."

Nian'an stood up, wearing a green robe, and walked towards the door of the tavern step by step.

Zhang Ming followed Nian An, and the monk left before finishing his sentence, and there was still half a glass of wine on the table.

"Monk." Zhang Ming called out.

Nian An on the official road turned around and looked at Zhang Ming.

"Do you think what you did was right or wrong?" Zhang Ming asked.

"You can't say right or wrong." Nian An smiled slightly, turned around and left.

Zhang Ming stood at the door of the tavern, looking at this strange monk.

Not bad?

He didn't believe that this monk killed Su Kuang more than ten years ago because of his brain problems. There must be something else in it.

Perhaps, Monk Nian'an is also like Hu Yan and Bai Mei, and he is carrying something on his back?

Things backfired, there is really no right or wrong in this arena.

If there were right and wrong, Jianghu would not be Jianghu anymore.

"What does it have to do with me?" Zhang Ming shook his head, turned around and went back to the tavern.

I am just a spectator.

The tavern fell silent, Zhang Ming put away the flagon on the table, turned around and returned to the counter.

In the afternoon, Xiaoqi and Gray Rabbit were also tired from the fuss, and they both lay down on the counter to take a nap.

The gray rabbits are next to Xiaoqi, one white and one gray, keeping each other warm.

"This is wrong." Zhang Ming thought and thought, got up and ran upstairs.

After rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, he found a stack of things he had written in the past, and there was a large stack, all written when he was bored.

He found a sheet from it, and it was written on it that it recorded the past events between Sifang Envoy and Su Kuang, and Monk Nian'an was also written in it.

This piece of paper is only half written, and more than half of it is left blank. It is an incomplete story, and Zhang Ming also thinks that he can fill it in if he has the opportunity.

Zhang Ming looked at the contents of the paper, tidied up the rest of the paper and put it back.

He took the paper and went downstairs to the back of the tavern.

Zhang Ming picked up the saltpeter on the side. It was still damp after it rained, and it took a long time to hit the saltpeter.

"Crack...crack..."

Dead tree branches ignited by weeds.

It was a little bit cold after the rain in the forest, and the fire was kindled to get a little bit warmer.

"Wow."

The flames burned bigger and bigger, Zhang Ming looked at the swaying flames, holding the piece of rice paper in his hand.

"It's still unknown what happened to this matter, and I will rewrite it later. As for this..." Zhang Ming looked at the paper in his hand and said, "Then burn it."

The meager piece of paper was sent into the fire.

The handwriting was swallowed by the flames one by one, and the black and white characters turned into flying ash, which scattered towards Jiutian.

Zhang Ming watched the last point disappear between the sky and the earth, turned around and went back to the tavern.

It's not like he's doing it.

He once said that it has nothing to do with him whether this Jianghu incident is right or wrong. He recorded what he usually heard because he was usually bored, but in the end it was written by him, and he had to be responsible for all the people in the story. .

Su Tan, Quartet Envoy, Tan Yue'er, Su Kuang...

This matter is not finished yet, I will write again when I have a chance.

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With people coming and going on the streets and hawkers yelling constantly, Jiangnan is not only lively during the day, but even more lively at night.

Brothels and taverns often stay up all night, and the riverside is full of traffic and pedestrians.

Sitting cross-legged on a boat in the lake was a young man in golden clothes, holding a wine jar in his arms, and there were empty jars scattered beside him.

Xu Zihan looked at the calm lake, he was the only one floating on the lake tonight.

There were many people walking by the lake, but on the lake, he was the only one. Except for the man who punted the boat, he could only sigh at the moon alone.

Lifting his head and downing the jar of wine in his hand, Xu Zihan supported himself and stood up slowly, a little dizzy.

He understood that he was a little drunk.

"There is nothing on this lake..." Xu Zihan felt that it was boring. He came here to find freedom, but he found loneliness.

"Boatman!" Xu Zihan shouted while holding the wine jar in one hand.

The boatman at the stern of the boat responded, "Hey, what's the matter, my lord."

Xu Zihan sighed, sat down, and said softly, "Go back."

"Okay." The boatman replied, turned around and rowed towards the shore.

The boatman glanced at the scattered wine jars on the boat, feeling a little apprehensive, for fear that the man would fall into the lake drunk, and he was relieved to be able to return to the shore now.

After returning to the shore, Xu Zihan got off the boat unsteadily, and walked towards the street with the wine jar in his arms.

He was a little drunk, but not unconscious.

Staggering to Qionghualou, he remembered that he said yesterday that he would come again today.

When the old bustard saw the golden-clothed young man, his eyes lit up, and he immediately greeted him, "Please hurry up, young master!"

Xu Zihan reeked of alcohol, and said to the bustard, "Yesterday, yesterday's Lan, Miss Lan Yu."

"Come here, young master, please go upstairs, Lan'er, Lan'er, come quickly." The old bustard smiled and pulled Xu Zihan upstairs.

Same as last time, four or five singers entered the room, and Zhan Lanyu was still holding a pipa and sitting in the center.

Seeing that Shu Zihan was in a daze and smelled of alcohol, Zhan Lanyu said worriedly, "My lord, you're drunk..."

"No, I'm not drunk." Shu Zihan waved his hand.

It was true that he was conscious before, but now that the spirit of alcohol came up, Shu Zihan became a little confused.

Chapter 134: It's hard not to touch the fish

In fact, Shu Zihan just wanted to get drunk, get drunk well, and forget about these days.

He was already a little drunk, thinking that it should be soon.

"Master?" Zhan Lanyu stepped forward and supported Shu Zihan.

The drunk Shu Zihan shook off her hand and scolded, "Don't touch me!"

Zhan Lanyu withdrew her hand, a little at a loss. Although she had a good impression of Shu Zihan, she was afraid that something would happen.

"My lord is..." Shu Zihan sat on the ground, staring at the front with burning eyes, raised his head and pointed to the sky, and said, "Heaven and earth!"

"First Merry!"

Zhan Lanyu sighed, she knew in her heart that this person was drunk, otherwise she would not have said such a thing.

"Heaven and earth... the number one romantic..."

"Windy..."

"Bang, wheel."

The wine jar in his hand fell to the ground, and Shu Zihan calmed down. He was proud of Wushuang a moment ago, but now he smiled wryly.

"My son... I also want to... Unfortunately... I am not, hehe..."

Shu Zihan laughed like a self-deprecating smile, he laughed that no one in this world understands him, and no one understands his flair.

Zhan Lanyu pursed her lips, stepped forward and said softly: "Master, Yulan will help you to rest."

"Don't bang me, you don't understand me at all, you, you, you, you don't understand...you don't understand me..."

"You keep calling me young master, and you respect me only because of my young master's gold. I'm not wrong, am I right?"

"Hehe, I'll give you, I'll give you all..."

Shu Zihan was a little crazy at the moment, he took out the purse from his waist, and opened it in front of Zhan Lanyu.

"Whoa..."

A gleaming gold ingot fell to the floor and scattered all around, making a thumping sound.

"This..." The singers stopped, and were startled when they saw the gold on the ground. They were shocked and looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Zhan Lanyu sighed.

She bent down and picked up the gold ingot on the ground.

One after another.

The drunk Shu Zihan just looked at her like this, and said with a wry smile: "Ha, sure enough..."

All the men and women in the world love his money, not his flair.

Shu Zihan, Xuzhou's most romantic son, is just playing around with other people's words, and maybe he is the only one who thinks so.

Zhan Lanyu picked up the last gold ingot, got up and walked back to Shu Zihan, and placed the gold ingot in front of Shu Zihan.

Shu Zihan turned to look at her, not knowing what she was going to do.

Zhan Lanyu looked at Shu Zihan, and said softly: "Lanyu is just a singer, she can't compare to the young master, and I hope the young master will make amends."

Zhan Lanyu got up and picked up the pipa beside the table.

She thought it was candlelight, but she didn't expect it was just her own sentimentality, that's all.

Shu Zihan turned his head to look at the back of the singer.

The last ray of light disappeared and turned into pitch blackness, Shu Zihan completely lost consciousness.

Zhan Lanyu sat on the bed, thinking about what happened just now.

Ever since she was sold into this Qionghualou, she wanted to leave every day. She was a singer, so she was much better than those prostitutes, but she didn't want to stay here anymore.

She counts the money she has saved every day, thinking about the day when she can redeem herself.

The bustard pushed open the door and entered.

"Mom." Zhan Lanyu looked up at the bustard.

The old bustard responded, sat next to Zhan Lanyu, and asked, "Lan'er, what's wrong with you? Did that man mess with you? Let mom see, and I will know that that stinky man is not a good thing." Things, it’s great to have a little stinky money, alas, it’s all my mother’s fault.”

The old bustard blamed herself, she was obsessed with that ingot of gold yesterday, and she saw that the young man was interested in Lan'er, so she wanted to match him up so that Zhan Lanyu could marry a good man.

Zhan Lanyu forced a smile and said, "No, without mom, Lan'er just doesn't want to stay there anymore."

Although my mother loves money sometimes, she treats her very well. As long as it is something she doesn't want, the madam will never pressure her to accompany guests.

"It's fine, it's fine, it's fine, we won't let you accompany guests anymore, these stinky men are not good things." The old bustard patted Zhan Lanyu's shoulder and chattered.

"Mom." Zhan Lanyu interrupted the madam.

Seeing that something was wrong with Zhan Lanyu, the bustard asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhan Lanyu lowered her head and said softly: "... Lan'er wants to redeem herself."

The bustard was stunned upon hearing this, and the room was silent for a few seconds.

The old bustard looked at Lan Yu in front of her, and seemed a little at a loss.