[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Daoist Mo's Whisk

At the beginning of the winter solstice, it is Xiaohan.The chilly winter wind, climbing the blue tiles and red bricks, whistled and circled in the streets and alleys.

Although it was late at night, Jiangnan hadn't slept yet, and the warm lights lit up the crowded streets and alleys.

In the private room of Jiang Shanzui.

"Glass clock, amber is thick, and the wine in the small tank is dripping with pearl red." Chu Liuxiang raised the wine glass in his hand, his handsome face was slightly red, and he was already drunk.

Hu Tiehua hugged a wine jar as big as a palm, and opened Chu Liuxiang's hand that was about to pour the wine: "Old bug, I can't drink it for you anymore. Drink it up for you."

Hu Tiehua lay down on the large carved table covered with gorgeous brocade, and said narrowly to Chu Liuxiang: "You ask the boss for another jar. He must be in this restaurant, hiding a cellar full of a pot of winter."

Chu Liuxiang only had this small cup and a pot of winter left in his hand, and he didn't drink it, and it didn't matter if he didn't drink it.Hu Tiehua deliberately tried to squeeze him out again, and seeing that he would no longer share his wine, Chu Liuxiang could only sigh, and looked helplessly at the other side of the wine table, looking down quietly at the man in the wine glass in front of him.

The man was tall and tall, half a head taller than Chu Liuxiang, even if he was sitting on the upholstered chair, he didn't relax at all.He sat upright, like a cedar cedar between the cliffs, with his shoulders stretched out and his legs straight.Chu Liuxiang has no doubts that if a glass of wine is placed on his head, shoulders, legs or even knees at this time, the wine will not spill out at all.

The man was dressed in a snow-white dress, with a fur collar around his neck that seemed very luxurious at first glance, which made his jade-like face even more beautiful.There was no decoration on the fur coat, the effect of keeping warm was greater than the beauty, only a simple yin and yang symbol of Pisces was tattooed on the back.

On his right hand, there is a dust whisk as white as snow, and every tail of dust is neat and flawless.

Chu Liuxiang stared at him, trying to wake up the man who seemed to be in a state of meditation with his eyes: look up, look up, look at me, look at me.

He waited for a long time, and finally waited until the man raised his head.

Under the sword eyebrows of the man's temples, those star-like eyes glanced at him, and silently pushed the jar of wine that was barely touched in front of him to Chu Liuxiang.

"It's Daoist Mo who is generous. He's not like a lunatic like you. You don't even want to share some wine with me." As if he had found a treasure, Chu Liuxiang immediately picked up the wine jar and poured himself another glass.

After taking a sip, Chu Liuxiang smacked his mouth, hesitated for a while, then sighed and put down the glass in his hand.

This altar is a pot of winter, although it is only the size of an adult man's palm, but it is so precious that it is hard to find a thousand gold, and every sip will be a sip, unless... I only hope that the brewer will be more generous and simply open his wine cellar to give them a drink.

Chu Liuxiang glanced at Mo Daochang.

Another glance.

Another look.

Mo Qi: "..."

He raised his hand, curled his index finger slightly, and clasped the wine table with his slender and strong fingers. Not long after, he opened the door and a servant came in: "Boss?"

Mo Qi withdrew his hand: "Go to the cellar again and get three altars and a pot of winter."

Hu Tiehua's eyes lit up: "Three altars? No, not enough, such a small altar is not enough for me to eat, at least ten altars!"

Hu Tiehua also knows that her "one mouthful" is at least a few thousand taels of gold, and now she is just taking advantage of the wine to talk about it.

Who would have thought that Mo Qi was silent for a moment, and really said to the boy: "Then take ten altars." He paused, and then said, "Take another ten altars, and take them with the guests on the road."

He said it lightly, as if what the boy took was not 2 taels of gold, but twenty altars of well water that could be drilled along the way.

Twenty altars worth ten thousand gold and a pot of winter were neatly stacked in front of Hu Tiehua within a moment, and placed in two rows.The wine jar is tightly sealed, with a small mouth and a big belly, so that no fragrance of wine overflows. Only in this way can this pot of wine that melts in a blink of an eye be preserved.

Hu Tiehua: "..."

Hu Tiehua put away the ecstasy of the pie from the sky, and said after deliberation: "May I ask, how many jars and pots of winter are there in your cellar?"

Mo Qi: "Thirty altars."

Thirty altars and one pot of winter, three of them were put on the table early in the morning, divided into one altar for each person, and Chu Liuxiang searched for Mo Qi's altar.Not only that, just now Hu Tiehua was so good at opening and closing his mouth, and he spared Mo Qi's twenty altars and one pot of winter for nothing.

Chu Liuxiang began to look at Hu Tiehua with reproachful eyes.

Mo Qi sat quietly in his place, looking at Chu Liuxiang with his dark eyes: "It's okay."

He really felt nothing.

Good wine is hard to make, and friends are even harder to find.It has been five years since he parted with Chu Liuxiang last time, and it is more precious than ten thousand taels of gold that Chu Liuxiang can remember to come to drink with him on his birthday.

He pursed his lips under Chu Liuxiang's gaze full of "Stop talking, you're just so easy to talk", and tilted his head unnaturally. There seemed to be an inexplicable sense of helplessness about how to defend himself in his indifferent brows.

Outside the door that was opened because the boy entered the house, the voice of the storyteller from the big room came: "...that Taoist doesn't know where he came from, but he only knows that the whisk in his hand is snow-white, and it's called Fuchen Yinxue. Bai Xiaosheng ranked second on the weapon list, and the first place is still pending... Some people speculated that it was the owner of Fuchen who bought Bai Xiaosheng with money in exchange for the second place... "

The storyteller said to himself, but the people in the private room didn't seem to hear anyone, and what the storyteller was talking about outside was either himself or his companion.Even the little servant smiled and squinted his face, as if he didn't hear anything.

Duoduo knocked on the window of the private room three times, and Mo Qi, who had not moved all this time, stood up.He gently opened the window, let in a magpie, and let in the fiery trees and silver flowers at the Jiangnan Night Market outside the window.

This magpie is plump, with extremely long and sharp tail feathers, emerald blue, like a poisoned blade.

Mo Qi took off the letter from the bird's leg, and opened it to read.

The servant was very skilled: "How much money does Master Bao want to borrow?"

"Master Bao? Which Master Bao? But the one from Kaifeng..." Chu Liuxiang pulled his head out of the wine jar, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

"The supplies and military pay at Yumen Pass are urgent again." Mo Qi handed the letter to the boy, "Send it to the chief shopkeeper, and ask him to prepare according to the list given by Mr. Bao, and ask the team to leave overnight."

Hu Tiehua touched his head, a little confused: "No, Mr. Bao doesn't seem like... a person who would borrow money from private individuals to pay his military salary?"

How come the boy looks so agile, does it seem like this is the first time this has happened?

Hu Tiehua and Chu Liuxiang looked at each other.

Daoist Mo... I'm afraid he was deceived by someone, right?

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Mo Qi is a good hand whisk, and not just an ordinary one.

There are so many magical weapons in the Jianghu, and his ups and downs, Yinxue, can even rank second among Bai Xiaosheng in the Jianghu, and Bai Xiaosheng has not announced the number one until now, and no one knows who the number one is. Does not exist.

But now, Fu Chen, who never leaves the ink qi and always falls behind him, is placed on the wine table by him, not far or near his hand, which is enough to show his attitude towards the floating silver snow.

Complicated, and a little disgusting.

Ever since Chu Liuxiang came in, he had never seen Mo Qi touch the floating silver snow once, and five years ago, Mo Qi would take a dust whisk to comb the tail of the dust when he had nothing to do, and never left his hand.

Thinking of Mo Qi's imperceptible irritability when he first met, Chu Liuxiang guessed that he was in some trouble.But Mo Qi didn't say anything, so Chu Liuxiang didn't ask any questions. He just drank with him and talked about his experiences in the past five years.

At a birthday party, there is no need to talk about spoilers.

Having said that, Chu Liuxiang listened to the argument between Hu Tiehua and the boy, but still couldn't help guessing what kind of trouble Mo Qi had encountered.

"Why, does our boss look like someone who will be cheated?" The boy raised his voice with widened eyes, loyally defending the boss's reputation.

Hu Tiehua: "Then how do you prove that this is Bao Zheng Bao's letter? The handwriting? The seal? Or is there any secret code you agreed on on this letter paper?"

No matter how you look at it, it is unbelievable that Mr. Bao would borrow money from private individuals to pay his military salary.

Mo Qi waved the boy back and asked him to go to the chief shopkeeper as planned, and sat back at the table under Hu Tiehua's disapproving eyes, with a calm voice: "These borrowed money will be paid when the government collects taxes next year." Then it will be subtracted, and the materials will be converted into equivalent silver taels to deduct taxes. Liar with the government and tamper with taxes, which is generally impossible for scammers."

Mo Qi put the magpie in his palm on the wine table, and let it wander around like patrolling the territory, pecking left and right: "And this magpie, I handed it to Mr. Bao in person. It can be domesticated There are not many people who deliver letters with this kind of bird in winter.”

Even if there were, they would stay in a place where they could not be born, so naturally they would not be able to deceive him.

"In person?" Hu Tiehua repeated.

Mo Qi nodded: "In the early years, it was not a loan, but a donation. Usually it was donated to famine or barren places. But after the autumnal equinox last year, there was a sudden increase in the expenditure of Yumen Pass, and Mr. Bao said that this part can not be paid. As for the donation, although the government cannot pay it back for a while, but if it is deducted from taxes, it can still be paid off slowly.”

To put it simply, he took the initiative to ask Mr. Bao to say that he wanted to donate money, which led to the coming and going...

Hu Tiehua: "..."

Chu Liuxiang: "..."

Hu Tiehua murmured: "Fortunately, it's not an iron rooster here, otherwise, wouldn't he be mad to death?"

Chu Liuxiang couldn't help thinking of her friend who was far away in Lanzhou.They are also rich and wealthy, but Ji Bingyan is much more stingy, not to mention, this kind of door-to-door donation must not even be thought about.

The storyteller outside the door has already changed the story: "...Northwest, the most recent ones are dead people. Dead people who died strangely."

Northwest, dead.

The three people in the private room quieted down by coincidence, and looked outside the door.

The author has something to say: Cherish the priest in white now...