Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

Before the sun sets.

Yang Ge set foot on the road back to the city along the river.

The broad river under the sun reflected the light like a jade belt, which made Yang Ge unable to open his eyes.

He looked at the endless winding river and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's really like a winding mountain road!"

What is it like to travel through time?

Yang Ge felt that it was a bit like bankruptcy...

No!

It should be like a gambler at the end of his rope...a gambler who went from being a billionaire to losing his family overnight!

In another world.

He has parents, sister, and brother who love him.

He has a girlfriend who has been dating for six years, has a stable relationship, and is about to get married.

He has a three-bedroom apartment in the provincial capital city that he earned after leaving his hometown and returning to the provincial capital for many years to "receive" and "OK" it.

There is also a group of interesting and loyal friends, and a large six-figure savings...

In this world, he has nothing but himself.

No relatives, no friends, no property.

Even past experiences have been returned to zero by time and space...

There is no better way to be alone than in a sea of ​​people.

…

Yang Ge hurriedly hurriedly hurriedly, and finally returned to Yuelai Inn just as the city gate was about to close.

As soon as he stepped into the front hall, Yang Ge noticed that the atmosphere in the inn was a bit depressing.

He raised his eyes and scanned the hall, and immediately discovered that the seventeen or eight guests scattered around the hall were all powerful and armed with weapons.

Yang Ge felt a chill in his heart, even though these days, he often saw martial arts practitioners wearing swords and carrying sabers coming into the shop.

But it was obviously abnormal for so many martial arts practitioners to flock into the store.

He withdrew his gaze as usual and only used his peripheral vision to secretly look at these guests.

Soon, he slowly let go of his worries...Standard oxtail knife, official family.

"Shopkeeper, I'm back."

While he continued to observe these customers who were holding official swords but not wearing official clothes, he casually greeted Shopkeeper Liu who was standing at the counter: "Where can I find the manpower in the store?"

Shopkeeper Liu was holding a pen and writing on the account book, but the sharp-eyed Yang Ge noticed that there was not a word on the account book.

"There's a need for fodder over there at the stable. Go quickly!"

Shopkeeper Liu responded with a smile as usual, but there was a bit of uncontrollable worry on his old face.

Yang Ge still wanted to communicate with the old man with his eyes, but shopkeeper Liu had already lowered his head to write the wordless scripture silently, so he had no choice but to respond and quickly walked to the backyard.

As soon as he passed through the courtyard gate, Yang Ge saw Wang Dali, half of his cheeks swollen like a bun, standing at the door of the kitchen holding a tray full of food, shaking like a sieve of chaff.

Looking at Yang Ge who came in, Wang Dali's eyes showed the ecstasy of meeting a savior. But when he opened his mouth to say something, he swallowed it back and just raised his chin in the direction of the stable. Signaling him to come quickly.

Yang Ge looked at the tray of expensive hard dishes that Wang Dali was carrying and pointed to the second floor seating area.

Wang Dali nodded dejectedly.

Yang Ge hesitated for two seconds and then walked over.

"Store, where are the food and drinks? Come here quickly!"

At the right time, a deep and angry roar mixed with a thick nasal sound suddenly resounded through the inn... It was like the roar of a beast in the deep mountains and old forests.

Wang Dali, who was already shaking like chaff, was so shocked that his knees went weak. If Yang Ge hadn't quickly grasped the tray with quick eyesight, he would have overturned the tray of hard dishes.

"okay!"

Yang Ge reluctantly took the tray: "I'll do it!"

This guy wasn't that timid in the first place, but he was beaten so hard yesterday that he flew away...

"Little brother..."

Wang Dali let go of the tray, feeling relieved and guilty at the same time, hesitatingly whispered: "The man above, I heard is the leader of thieves from Hebei Road, killing people is like chopping vegetables!"

Yang Ge looked back at the front hall speechlessly, and whispered comfortingly: "It's okay, I'll just go!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked back to the front hall with the tray. Under the worried gaze of shopkeeper Liu, he walked up the stairs step by step.

It is now the time when customers are served for dinner. At this time in the past, the second floor would have been full and bustling with people.

But today, the second floor was quiet with only the sound of Yang Ge's footsteps echoing.

As soon as he walked up to the second floor, Yang Ge saw a tall and fierce figure that looked like a man standing on a bull, sitting alone in the center of the second floor.

The man was wrapped in a tiger-skin cloak, with square ears and a beard. At this moment, he was squinting and leaning on a chair with his hands on his lower abdomen. A wide and long black sheath sword stood on his body. By the side...

One person and one sword complement each other and are domineering!

"Sir, your food is here."

Yang Ge only glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze. He slumped his shoulders, stiffened his waist, and stood forward holding the tray with a smile on his face.

The bearded swordsman raised his eyes and glanced at him, then lightly breathed out the word "hmm" from his nose.

Yang Ge felt slightly relieved and started to arrange the dishes quickly.

After Yang Gebu finished the dishes, the bearded swordsman sat up, grabbed his chopsticks and started eating the dishes: "Pour the wine!"

"Why!"

Yang Ge agreed with a smile on his face, wiped his hands vigorously on his waist, then grabbed the ten-pound wine jar on the table, carefully opened the mud seal, grabbed the wine jar with one hand, and took the wine bowl with the other to pour liquor.

The bearded swordsman was devouring the food. The corner of his eye accidentally glanced at Yang Ge's right arm, which was as stable as iron, holding the wine jar, and his eyes were slightly vacant.

"Snapped!"

Yang Ge only felt a pain in his wrist, and subconsciously grasped the wine jar with his palm.

He lowered his head and saw a pair of chopsticks clamping his wrist tightly.

He looked at the bearded swordsman without knowing why, and said with an apologetic smile: "Your Majesty, how could I not serve you attentively?"

The bearded swordsman looked at him sideways, with a dangerous aura flowing in his eyes: "Boy, which family do you belong to?"

Yang Ge was confused and carefully responded: "Back to guest officer, I am from Yuelai Inn..."

"Ah!"

The bearded swordsman sneered.

The next second, the chopsticks fell, and the big hand like a cattail leaf grabbed Yang Ge's wrist with lightning speed.

"Huh?"

The bearded swordsman narrowed his eyes in surprise.

Before Yang Ge had time to react, the bearded swordsman had already stretched out his other hand and clasped Yang Ge's left wrist. He picked up an afterimage with both hands and pinched it all the way up his forearm.

Finally, he stood up and clasped Yang Ge's pipa bone with both hands across the square table.

Yang Ge looked at the reckless man in front of him with a question mark on his forehead. He couldn't figure out what kind of airplane this guy was doing with his fierce operation!

Unexpectedly, the bearded swordsman's eyes were even wider than his own: 'His body is like jade, his veins are connected, he is an unparalleled martial arts genius! ’

In an instant.

Numerous distracting thoughts flooded into the mind of the bearded swordsman. The eyes he looked at Yang Ge gradually turned fierce, and the hands holding his arms unconsciously used strength.

Yang Ge saw the fierce light in his eyes and felt the pain in his shoulders, but the panic and panic in his heart slowly and strangely calmed down.

"Sir, the food is getting cold!"

He lowered his eyelids and whispered with a chuckle.

The bearded swordsman was startled, and slowly let go of Yang Ge's arms as if he was waking up from a dream.

He stared at Yang Ge intently for half a minute, then slammed back into the chair, picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp. He laughed wildly and said: "Boy, remember to go to the City God's Temple to burn a few more sticks later." fragrant!"

The deep and powerful laughter made the eaves of the house tremble.

Yang Ge lifted up the wine jar and filled it for him, and asked with a low eyebrow, "What do you think, sir?"

The bearded swordsman lowered his head and drank: "Of course it is thanks to the blessing of the City God that I want to be a good person before I see you. In the past, I would have dug out your heart and soul and drank it!"

Yang Ge thought for a while and said with a smile: "The villain should thank the guest officer!"

"oh?"

The bearded swordsman glanced at him sideways with a half-smile, "Thank you for sparing your life, sir?"

Yang Ge raised the wine jar, filled a bowl of wine for him again, and said seriously: "Thank you, guest officer, for wanting to be a good person!"

The bearded swordsman was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly again: "Well said, well said... I shall be rewarded, heavily rewarded!"

He was obviously laughing, but there was a hint of sadness in his laughter.

He grabbed the baggage tied to the long knife, took out a thick stack of thread-bound books, grabbed one without looking at it, and threw it at Yang Ge.

Yang Ge subconsciously caught the book, and when he came to his senses, he was about to return it to the bearded swordsman, when he heard the beard swordsman shout angrily: "Go away, you dare to appear in front of me again, I will eat you alive!"

Yang Ge hesitated for a few seconds while holding the book, but finally did not dare to disturb the beast that had just emerged from the old forest.

…

"Shopkeeper, this is the reward given by the guest officer above. Look..."

Yang Ge approached Shopkeeper Liu holding the books given by the bearded swordsman.

"Get away, get away!"

Before he could finish his words, Shopkeeper Liu acted as if he had seen a ghost. He backed away and pushed the books into Yang Ge's arms: "My old Liu family is a single family of three generations. Little brother, please don't harm me. Quickly put this book away." You are just trying to destroy your family... put the treasure away!"

Yang Ge:......

He turned his head helplessly, holding books in both hands and looking at the group of officials and family members sitting in the hall: "Everyone, officials..."

Seeing this, all the officials and family members turned their faces away one after another, looking at the sky and the earth...but they couldn't see what was in Yang Ge's hand.

One of them was still holding a wine glass, pretending to look at the ceiling and muttering to himself: "Not everyone can take the belongings of Jiang Kui, the 'Sangmen Star'!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was another burst of gloating laughter from the second floor.

Today’s question: If there is a time-travel button in front of gentlemen, and they only have three seconds to think about it, how many gentlemen will press that button?