different paths

When Jia Wukai woke up, it was just dawn, and he had curled up all night, his whole body was sore and his back was aching, and his limbs were completely numb and lost consciousness.Looking at the motionless Yue Chentan in front of him, he carefully pulled out his hands and feet, held his breath, and lightly propped himself up to take a look, only to see that the other person's breath was calm, and he should still be asleep.He quietly got up from the bed, wrapped Yue Chentan tightly with a cloak and quilt, then picked up the charcoal bag that had been emptied, and went downstairs.

Before the inn opened, Jia Wukai removed a wooden board blocking the door, and slipped out through the gap.In the early morning, Boxian Town was deserted and lonely.There was no one on the Loess Road, most of the shops with signboards were tightly closed, there were only one or two small shops, the shopkeepers seemed to have just got up, and stood sleepily at the door of the shop, removing the wooden stakes on the top of the door.

Jia Wujue walked through more than half of Boxian Town before he found a small shop that had opened.It is said to be a small shop, but it is just a small shed supported by a few wooden piles. There are a few wooden benches and long tables scattered inside the shed, and a faded wine flag is planted outside the shed.As soon as the morning breeze blew, the wine flag lifted a corner lazily, as if still intoxicated in a sound dream, lifeless.

Although it is difficult to find half a person in the streets and alleys at this moment, the owner of the small shop has already lit the stove, steaming steamer is emitting hot white gas, and several jars of hot wine are being scalded in the hot big iron pot. The aroma of the wine wafted through the mud, making people want to take a sip.

In the small shop, there was one customer, and also the only one, drinking heavily.His attire was really not decent. In such a cold morning, he was only wearing a tattered single robe, and his right shoulder and arm were exposed to the air.It's just that he has nine sacks on his shoulders, and anyone who has a little knowledge of Jianghu affairs will know that this person probably has a high status in the beggar gang, so he is not easy to provoke.

His head is like a flying pendant, and there is a cross-shaped scar on his right cheek. Without this scar, although he is slovenly, he can be regarded as a handsome man with a face like a crown of jade.It's a pity that this ragged clothes and unrestrained posture really make it impossible to compare him with a handsome man like Pan Yueweijie.

As soon as Jia Wukai passed by the door of the small shop, he was greeted by a bold voice: "Little brother on the way, how about coming over to have a drink together?"

Jia Wubai looked around, but there was no one there except him, so he stopped and turned around.As soon as he turned around, he saw the wild and unrestrained elder of the beggar gang staring at him with radiance.

"Your Excellency is calling me?" Jia Wukai pointed to his nose uncertainly.

The man with shirtless arms hooked his fingers at him: "Drinking alone is really boring, it's better to be together." Although he said it politely, one of his hands had already grasped the wooden stick leaning against his side, obviously If Jia Wujue doesn't obediently walk over by himself, he will catch it himself.

There was no other way, Jia Wukai had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk over, and sat down.

"Boss, two jars of hot wine." The man cheered and shouted to the shop owner.

The boss lowered his head and wiped his hands, walked over from the steamer, looked at the man's feet, and said very sincerely: "Guest officer, you can't drink any more!"

Jia Wukai took a closer look, there were at least seven or eight wine jars lying at the man's feet, not counting the ones he stepped on and smashed to pieces.

"I didn't drink it." The man patted Jia Wuzhen's shoulder heavily, "This little brother wants it."

The boss gave him a suspicious look, and finally had no choice but to sigh, and ordered to get the wine.This man's hands are strong, and he took a few random shots, and he almost vomited blood from Jia Wuchai.Those who know the current affairs are heroes, and Jia Wujue knew that he would not be able to get out of it for a while, so he could only deal with this person first.

"Brother, you haven't asked your name yet." Jia Wuchao cleared his throat and asked.

The man picked up the sea bowl and drank the wine in one gulp, then said unhurriedly: "My name is Qiu Wanzhan, well, I was nicknamed Hunqiu."

"Bastard..." Jia Wukai repeated hesitantly, thinking he had heard it wrong.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Wanzhan took a sip of the wine and nodded: "Yes, it is Hunqiu. If you like it, you can call it that. The children of the world are not so particular." After drinking for a long time, he suddenly thought He seemed to get up, and looked at Jia Wuhai: "It seems that the little brother hasn't told me my name yet."

Just now Jia Wujue was still immersed in all kinds of unconstrained conjectures brought about by the nickname "Bastard", only then did he realize that he hadn't reported his family background yet, so he hurriedly said, "My name is Jia Wujue, and I'm currently working in Luoshuanglou. "

"Luoshuanglou?" Qiu Wanzhan drank another bowl of wine, frowned and thought for a while, "This is the first time I've heard of such a sect in Jianghu." Immediately, he slammed the bowl down Putting it on the table, he bullied Jia Wu excitedly, "Tell me quickly, when did your Luoshuanglou sect be established, who is the master, and what powerful unique moves do you have?"

Jia Wujue suppressed a smile, and said solemnly: "I didn't mean you, Brother Qiu is really ignorant, our Luoshuang Building was founded more than ten years ago, the name of the head is taboo, it is inconvenient to report, there are two An elder who acts as an agent for all affairs in the gang, one surnamed Jin and the other surnamed Qian. As for the unique skills of the sect, there is a dragon and tiger double stew that is particularly powerful."

"Dragon and tiger double shields?!" Qiu Wanzhan rubbed his chin, his eyes sparkled, "Is there anyone in the world who uses two shields as weapons? It's unheard of!" I'm going to see this dragon and tiger double shield."

"Yes, yes," Jia Wujue pretended to be hesitant, and lowered his head in thought for a moment, "It's just that Brother Qiu must have this." As he spoke, he stretched out a hand and rubbed his two fingers together. Gestures in front of the lamp.

Qiu Wanzhan lacks nothing but money.

Jia Wukai's request stumped him, he stomped on the wine jar with his feet, and couldn't think of a good way for a while.At this moment, a group of people rushed in from the city gate, everyone was carrying a long stick, dressed in rags, walking, from head to toe, there was air leakage everywhere.

The group of people only glanced at Jia Wuzhen, and immediately someone shouted: "Elder Qiu is here!"

When Qiu Wanzhan looked at the person, he yelled "Oops", stood up, and wanted to escape, but he didn't expect that there were slippery broken wine jars under his feet, his center of gravity was tilted, and he sat on the stool again.It was too late to try to escape again, the group of people walked fast despite their tattered shoes, they huffed and surrounded them, completely surrounding this small wine shop.

These beggar gang brothers came up without saying a word, leaning on wooden sticks one by two, staring straight at Qiu Wanzhan, there was too much content in those eyes, anger, disappointment and even some grievances, It's a bit sad and angry about its indisputable meaning.Those who knew that Qiu Wanzhan was the elder of their gang, those who didn't know thought that Qiu Wanzhan had cheated them of their wealth, and happened to be caught.

Qiu Wanzhan, under the rich sight of the brothers, finally pushed Haiwan out of his palm uncomfortably, then touched his nose and said, "You guys, why are you here..."

An old man with white beard and hair came out, pointed at Qiu Wanzhan very sadly and said: "Elder Qiu, why are you drinking again! The leader specifically explained that this trip may not be peaceful, and you are injured again. It's not suitable for drinking. But you, why do you keep persuading me so much?"

Injuried?

Jia Wuchai glanced at Qiu Wanzhan quietly, only to realize that there was indeed a bandage under his tattered robe.It's just that the bandage hasn't been changed for some time, and the white color has long since turned gray, blending in with his dirty robe, making it hard to detect.

Although the old man only had six bags, he was old after all, and it was hard for Qiu Wanzhan to retort when he said so, but he changed the subject in embarrassment and said: "Old Zhu, didn't you ask you to wait for me at Longyuan Villa?" , why do you bother to come to Boxian Town on purpose?"

As soon as he said this, only a few "plops" were heard, and several young disciples had already knelt in a row, looking at Qiu Wanzhan as if looking at a heartless man: "If we don't come, I don't know when Elder Qiu will come." We will arrive at Longyuan Mountain Villa. The leader sent us to accompany him just to keep an eye on Elder Qiu. We cannot drink a drop of wine. If Elder Qiu insists on drinking, we will naturally not be able to complete the task of the leader, and we will be punished if we go back. Elder Qiu might as well just kill us thing."

As soon as the words fell, those young disciples had already skillfully pulled out their daggers from their arms and placed them across their necks. The whole set of movements was smooth and smooth without any delay.

Seeing this, Jia Wuhai was speechless.I'm afraid this trick is specially used to deal with Qiu Wanzhan, and it took no less than a hundred times to use it so well.

Seeing this scene, Qiu Wanzhan really had a headache.I had no choice but to stand up hastily, bowed down to help those young disciples up one by one, and then said with a face of reluctance: "Why do you force me like this, that's all, I'll just go back with you."

After finishing speaking, he turned to the old man: "Master Zhu, I'm penniless, so I'll trouble you with the money for the drink."

Although the old man was blowing his beard and staring at him with anger, he still couldn't let the Nine Pocket Elder of the Beggar Clan be crowned with the title of eating the overlord's meal, so he could only sigh heavily and walk towards the owner of the wine shop.

After the wine money was settled, Qiu Wanzhan looked at the wine that had just been scalded by the iron pot reluctantly, licked his lips and said, "Zhu Lao, why don't you do me a favor and allow me to bring some jars of wine back."

It was calm before, but as soon as he said this, there was another "swipe", and Jia Wujue was dazzled by a row of silver light. This time, it was not only the young disciples, but also the beggars in the first row of the crowd. All the disciples showed their daggers and hung them around their necks.

"Hey." Qiu Wanzhan smiled wryly, "Forget it, why don't I go with you?" After finishing speaking, he waved his hand at Jia Wuchai, "Little brother, see you by fate." Surrounded by his disciples, he left the city.

Jia Wujue was shocked by the skill of this group of beggar gang disciples who say they kill themselves. Most importantly, they successfully achieved their goal by relying on this skill - escorting Qiu Wanzhan back to Longyuan Villa.Jia Wuchai rolled his eyes, as if he had also learned some incredible skills.

Bought a drawer of steamed stuffed buns from the boss, Jia Wukai took the warm steamed stuffed buns and headed home.The morning light is light, the weather is not as cold as it was when we came here, and there are many more people who get up early to work on the main road in the town.Contrary to when we came here, most of the shops have opened, even the small tile shop in front of Luoshuang Building has started to do business.A large group of people stood at the entrance of the tile shop, some gnawed on the pancakes, some stuffed the steamed stuffed buns, no matter how they tasted, they all ate with gusto while listening to the stories of the storyteller.

"What book are you talking about?" Jia Wujue asked casually.

"The oil seller monopolizes the oiran." A porter, who was wolfing down a steamed bun, replied vaguely when he heard Jia Wujue's question.

There is nothing unusual about this story. It tells the story of a famous prostitute with excellent sex skills and a poor and honest oil seller who know each other and love each other, and finally become a good story for a hundred years.The storyteller spoke very hard, spitting all over the place, and when the oil seller saved enough money to buy famous prostitutes in a brothel for a night, he was even more beaming and dancing.

In normal times, Jia Wujue would have been impatient to listen to the whole story, but for some reason today, he felt that the oil seller and the oiran really resembled him and Yue Chentan.It was like a madman, he was able to connect with people who couldn't be reached, and the more he listened to the story, the more he felt that the gap and barrier between the two were exactly the same as himself and Yue Chentan.

I am that powerless oil seller, and wanting to make friends with that peerless oiran who is so high above and untouchable is simply a dream.But in the story book, the oil seller finally succeeded, and the two people with very different status finally came together.

How did he do it?

At this moment, Jia Wuchai didn't realize at all that it was problematic from the very beginning to compare him and Yue Chentan with the oil seller and the oiran.He considered himself to be friends with Yue Chentan, while the oil seller and the oiran were lovers.Furthermore, he may be poor and destitute, but comparable to that oil seller, but Yue Chentan, if he can get in touch with the oiran, then he must have seen hell.

Those who are deeply in love will miss each other all the time.Jia Wuhai's strange association may also be one of many worries.

It’s just that Jia Wuzhen is still ignorant of this strange emotion, and he is still trying hard to classify it with the friendship he is familiar with, but he can’t realize how unsuitable the thoughts he often thinks are for friends. between.