Outdated swordsman begging online

Isn’t this nonsense? Of course, his real name sounds better than Chen Dajun, but he can’t be complacent just because his name is being praised. Seeing that he is asking questions knowingly, Qin Zheng calmly adjusted his surprised expression and said, “What’s so nice about it?”

Wen Tingyun said, "Shi Xian is in a hurry, the zither is natural, the plain finger is around the qin, the sound is around the beam, and Ning knows Yan Ruyu. Didn't he say it himself, and he wants to live up to his name and wait for the good news?"

"..."

Qin Zheng raised his forehead, it's alright for a young man to utter wild words, but it can still be passed down to the present, and the taste has changed. No wonder there are rumors of him being lustful in the world.

Qin Zheng said euphemistically, "I'm afraid he was talking nonsense when he was young and ignorant. Only he can say such things, hahahahaha."

The dry laughter became more and more embarrassing, Wen Tingyun shook his head and said, "I think it's very well said, so I remember his name, and I can't even forget it."

Qin Zheng took a peek at Wen Tingyun, and found that this person kept staring at him as he spoke, like a test, and there was something else that he didn't understand. If he found out that he was Qin Zheng, there must be some reason why he didn't say a word. , but if he really didn't doubt his identity, he would talk about everything on Qin Zheng.

He looked weird from both sides and verticals, he spoke weirdly, dressed weirdly, that gleaming knife was weird, and his eyes were especially weird.

Seeing that the cup in Qin Zheng's hand had been empty for a long time, Wen Tingyun just kept holding it, so he got up and poured tea for him. The corner of his clothes swept across the table and just swept his own teacup to the ground. Tsukuru used to be able to pick up the cup quickly and prevent it from falling, but now he has become useless. Even though his eyes are still good, his hand speed can't keep up. He frantically picked it up and let the cup fall to the ground. It was broken.

He squatted on the ground and glanced at the teacup regrettably, it was indeed worth a lot to him now, if Xiaoer asked him to pay for it, he really couldn't pay it back, "It's a pity, how expensive it is..."

Just as he was about to reach out to pick it up, Wen Tingyun grabbed his wrist, "It's just a broken cup, I'll pay them for it, there's no need to pick it up."

Suddenly someone clamped his wrist, Qin Zheng looked at him with some embarrassment and said, "Brother Wen treats guests to tea today, if I still pay for a cup, I will feel really sorry, or...or this cup will be on my head ?”

Wen Tingyun didn't seem to hear him, frowned, and rubbed Qin Zheng's wrist with his thumb a few times, which gave Qin Zheng goosebumps, and hurriedly withdrew his hand.

Seeing that his expression was not good, Qin Zheng wanted to ease the embarrassment of being touched by goosebumps, and said indiscriminately, "Brother Wen, what's wrong, do you still know a little bit about medicine? Just now...was it a pulse?"

Wen Tingyun pondered for a long time, and said solemnly, "Yes."

Qin Zheng's heart sank, and he guessed that he wanted to see if he knew martial arts. There were rumors in the world that his martial arts were destroyed and his meridians were cut off. Anyone with a little martial arts would know it at random, so he asked cautiously, "How? "

Unexpectedly, Wen Tingyun answered confidently, "Happy pulse."

Qin Zheng choked, and followed him to talk nonsense, "How many months?"

Wen Tingyun looked gloomy, "Three months, but I can't keep it. My condolences."

"..." Qin Zheng really didn't understand why this man wanted to sing an inexplicable drama in front of him, but he wanted to accompany him to perform, so he sighed sadly, "Forget it, the child's father has always abandoned him. Born is also a bitter child, and it is fate if you can't keep it."

Wen Tingyun finally couldn't hold back this time and burst out laughing, supported Qin Zheng to stand firm with both hands, and did not forget to pat him twice like an elder, and said, "It's been a long time since no one has accompanied me to talk nonsense seriously, Brother Qin, don't come here unharmed, you still have the same temper after changing your name, it's hard for people not to recognize you."

Qin Zheng's smile froze on his face, very helpless.What is the intention of this swordsman who is half a head taller than him and looks younger than him? Although he has tried a few times in words, Qin Zheng always feels that he has no malicious intentions, so he sacrificed his life to spend time with the gentleman until now.

"Everyone is looking for him, how can you be sure that I am this person..." Qin Zheng stared at his toes and said in a low voice, "No matter how bad the reputation is, Qin Zheng will not be so downcast, you see I am covered in dust and dust , I don't even have a place to stay, and I ran into Brother Wen after I was begging for a drink here, and the wine peddler just now wanted to kick me out, "

Talking to himself and calling himself pitiful, Qin Zheng pushed Wen Tingyun's hand away weakly, walked outside the door and said, "I'm Chen Dajun, how could it be him, you misunderstood the wrong person. Thank you Brother Wen for the tea today, It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a good tea, it’s just a chance meeting, so I’m going to say goodbye to Chen, and we’ll see you later.”

As soon as he got to the door, Wen Tingyun suddenly said, "You said that teacup was credited to you... Who am I going to find when you leave?"

Qin Zheng took out his pockets and found that he was penniless and couldn't afford to pay. He blamed himself for being brave because he had no money, so he had no choice but to pretend not to hear, and went straight out the door and downstairs.

It wasn't until he got out of the surprise teahouse that Qin Zheng remembered that the jug was taken away by the weird man surnamed Wen, saying that he was going to fill it with wine, but he forgot to come back. If the jug is gone, it means his life is gone. Go back and find it.

It just so happened that the burly man who had been keeping silent behind Wen Tingyun was also looking for him. When he saw him coming back, he came forward with a jug in his hand and said, "Brother Dajun, this is the wine that the master ordered to be delivered to you." Pot, please take it!"

Qin Zheng thanked him again and again as if he had found a treasure, "Thank you so much!"

Qin Zheng took the jug and wanted to leave quickly, but his chest felt a little stuffy and he couldn't breathe, and his eyes began to lose sight, so he opened the jug with trembling hands and feet and took a quick sip.

In the past three months, the wine has long lost its taste in the heart, but today's wine...

Originally, what the hawker called was the local Wenjun wine, but just now he swallowed it with a mouthful, and the mouth was full of fragrance, it was Jiudan Qingye.Not only has the wine in the flagon been replaced, but it was also replaced with wine that would not be available in such a border town. You must know that Jiudan Qingye is not something ordinary people can drink. What's more, it is Qin Zheng's last drink Love wine, if Wen Tingyun ordered someone to prepare it for him, did he specially prepare a jar of his favorite wine and transport it all the way from the Central Plains?

Qin Zheng was afraid that he was thinking too much, so he asked the big man to confirm, "Please ask me, your master made this wine for me, right?"

Da Khan saw that he was dripping with sweat after walking a few steps, his face turned pale, and he said with concern, "It was my master's order, but brother Dajun, what's wrong with you? I went out just now and it was fine. How could it only take a blink of an eye?" Are you sweating profusely?"

Can't explain clearly in a few words, Qin Zheng said vaguely, "I have been weak since I was a child, and I get tired after walking two steps. It's okay, this wine is..."

The big man is very sincere, "One of the best wines in our Central Plains, Jiudan Qingye. My master specially brought it here. Brother Dajun still likes it?"

Qin Zheng said with a smile, "I like it, I like it very much. Since it is your master's private collection, thank him on my behalf. I know this alcohol is expensive, so let's go first..."

The big man said, "The master said it was specially prepared for Brother Dajun. You like to pick it up after you finish drinking, as much as you want. By the way, my master will see a doctor. If Brother Dajun is not feeling well, why don't you go back and let the master give it to you?" Take your pulse... eh? Brother Dajun, why are you running away..."

Qin Zheng didn't dare to stay longer when he heard that he needed to take his pulse, and hurriedly slipped away holding the pot of extremely expensive wine.

The big man watched him run away with a disheveled face, and when Wen Tingyun came out from the table in surprise, he greeted him respectfully and said, "The wine has been given to Brother Dajun, and he knew it was changed after he took a sip. But he liked it very much, and thanked the master for giving him this precious private brew."

Standing in the shadows, Wen Tingyun squinted at Qin Zheng's back, until he couldn't see clearly, then slowly said, "It's good that he likes it."

The big man said, "How could you not like it? This wine is so rare, and the owner specially brought it here for him. Our entire bodyguard team only transports these jars, which is evident."

Wen Tingyun glanced at the big man, "You didn't talk to him much, did you?"

The big man hurriedly said, "...the young one only said that the master specially prepared the wine for him, and didn't say anything else. But I saw that when Brother Da Jun came back to look for the wine pot, his face was not very good. I wonder if he is in ill health."

Wen Tingyun said nervously, "You don't look good?"

The big man continued, "Well, brother Dajun's complexion is as white as paper, he is sweating profusely, he is holding his chest and gasping for breath, and he feels a little better after taking a sip of wine. Could it be that...he is addicted to alcohol?"

Wen Tingyun deliberately clasped Qin Zheng's wrist to check the veins, but it was a symptom of the exhaustion of martial arts and the destruction of internal energy. The physical fitness of martial arts practitioners is different from ordinary people. nothing.

Wen Tingyun pondered and said, "I checked his pulse...it's really not normal. His pulse is vain, and it's extremely confusing. I don't know if I read it wrong..."

The big man hurriedly flattered him, "Master's kung fu for pulse calling was taught by Guzhu Su himself, so he can't be wrong. Is Brother Dajun injured or sick?"

Wen Tingyun said, "There is no sign of injury, and no illness has invaded the body, but..."

"It's a deadbeat."

The big man took a deep breath, "Brother Dajun is good-looking, looking at a good-looking person, is this going to disappear?!"

Wen Tingyun sighed and said, "I hope I'm wrong. Call some people and invite Su Dan over quickly. Don't delay me for a moment. If it's late, no one will want to go back to the valley."

The big man shivered, and hurriedly arranged for the manpower in response.