Reborn in the Water Margin as emperor, built tanks to level the world

Zhao Ji originally wanted Master Nalu to order it. After all, he had no experience of eating in a tavern in this era.

If you say something that people cannot understand, it will also make people suspicious.

But at this moment, Master Lu seemed to be still thinking about something and had no intention of ordering anything first.

So Zhao Ji had no choice but to say vaguely:

"All the famous wines and dishes in your store will be served."

"But not too much, just enough for the three of us to eat and drink."

After Zhao Ji finished speaking, he took the two people beside him to find a seat in the corner and sat down.

Perhaps because of the custom of the world, Zhong Sijin put his Qiu Shui sword beside the wooden table as soon as he sat down.

Lu Zhishen, on the other hand, was afraid that the Zen staff would reveal his identity, so he did not take it with him when he came out of the vegetable garden of Daxiangguo Temple.

So at this moment, Master Nalu had no other defense except a pair of fleshy palms.

While the three of them were sitting down and waiting for their food, Zhao Ji deliberately found a topic to prevent outsiders from seeing anything strange about their table, hoping that the atmosphere at their table would be the same as that of other drinkers.

Zhao Ji first slowly lifted up the autumn water sword that Zhong Sijin had placed on the table, and then pulled it from left to right, and the cold edge of the sword appeared:

"Little sister, didn't I remember that your sword was broken in half?"

"Why are they together again now?"

Zhong Sijin glanced at Zhao Ji angrily:

"This sword is not that sword."

"The Longquan Sword that was broken by you has been taken back to the house by me a long time ago."

"And this is my other magic weapon, the Qiushui Sword."

Zhao Ji nodded pretendingly.

I was about to start another topic, but at this moment, a man sitting at the next table suddenly picked up the conversation:

"Autumn Water Sword?"

"Is it really the Autumn Water Sword?"

"If that's the case, then I really want to broaden my horizons."

"I wonder if that young master and this young lady can use this sword to give me a closer look?"

Zhao Ji's face was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't help but secretly thought.

Isn't it just playing with a sword?

How come something like this can actually attract passers-by to talk to you?

As he slowly turned his head, a burly man in official uniform appeared in Zhao Ji's eyes.

There are silver hairpins inserted in this man's hair.

Pale yellow complexion, extremely thick eyebrows.

The eyes are very big and there is a lot of energy in them.

The nose is straight, the mouth is broad, and the appearance is dignified.

At this moment, he was holding a large bowl filled with wine in one hand, and his other hand was slightly forward, pointing two fingers at the autumn water sword in Zhao Ji's hand.

Although his face is quite kind.

But there is always an unruffled power that spreads out in all directions.

As soon as Zhao Ji saw that person, he felt some good feelings in his heart.

I wanted to hand over the Qiushui sword in my hand directly and let the man watch it.

But in his heart, he also worried that his sister-in-law would get angry again.

So, he could only give him a questioning look.

But that kind of brocade was not as pretentious as other women at this moment. Instead, she smiled slightly and said to the heroic man:

"Since this strong man wants to watch it, there's no harm in taking it for a look."

When the burly man took the Autumn Water Sword from Zhao Ji's hand, he frowned slightly and looked at the scabbard carefully.

Then, he suddenly pulled out the entire sword blade.

Reflecting the nearby candlelight, he looked left and right.

After a long time, he just said with admiration:

"It's really good steel that makes a good sword!"

"If I had such a good sword when I was practicing martial arts in the temple, why would I practice a double sword?"

"It's a pity, it's a pity, there really isn't such a weapon in the temple."

After the man finished sighing, he put the sword blade back into the scabbard and handed it back to Zhao Ji.

During the whole process, Lu Zhishen, who was dressed in turtle slave clothing, kept looking at the burly man's figure and appearance.

So at this moment, he said with great appreciation:

"I see that this brother has long arms and a broad body, and has bright eyes. He must be a practicing martial artist as well."

"But I don't know where I learned from him and what kind of skills I learned?"

When the burly man turned to look at Lu Zhishen, the first thing he saw was a complete set of turtle slave clothes on him.

When he saw Lu Zhishen's appearance clearly, he couldn't help but frown a few times:

"A mere turtle slave, a rotten person, but he also knows martial arts?"

The reason why the man said this was not because he looked down on his servants.

But in this era, the turtle slaves in the brothel are almost the most despised existence.

After all, what those people do on weekdays are all despicable things.

Such as helping the madam to abduct and sell women, working for prostitutes on behalf of clients, etc.

So at this time, it is not surprising that the burly man sitting opposite would say this.

But when these words suddenly reached Master Lu's ears, Master Na Lu immediately became dissatisfied.

When he raised his fist as big as a casserole, he had the momentum of a fight.

Fortunately, Zhao Ji had quick eyesight and quick hands, and he was able to pull out Lu Zhishen as soon as he took action.

If not, Master Lu would be captured by those officers and soldiers in just a matter of minutes.

After Zhao Ji appeased Lu Zhishen, he also had to find a place for Lu Zhishen.

But now, since it was inconvenient to go to war with that man, Zhao Ji thought of a compromise.

But he smiled slightly at first, then stretched out his palm and pointed at Lu Zhishen sitting opposite:

"You man, don't look at my brother's background, but his skills are quite impressive."

"If you don't believe it, you two can definitely compete here and fight over it."

"If my brother is lucky enough to win, then please take back what you just said and apologize to my brother."

"If my brother loses, the three of us will not only say nothing, but we will also settle the drink bill on your table."

"I wonder if you, a man, have the courage to compete with my brother?"

As soon as Zhao Ji finished speaking, the burly man sitting opposite gave a soft drink.

Immediately, a look of interest appeared on that face:

"Interesting, really interesting."

"Ever since I, Wu Erlang, killed that fierce tiger with three punches and two kicks on Jingyang Hill, everyone who meets me has not failed to salute me."

"But no one has ever dared to challenge me."

"But I never thought that this would happen to me in the capital today."

"It's really, really good."

"It's just that there are too many idle people here, and I, Wu Erlang, am afraid of hurting innocent people."

"Why don't we find a clean place to compare notes now?"