The county magistrate has no time to save the world

Chapter 412 Shen Xiuxuan

Here comes the wine.

The wine is gone.

It's not that the old drunkard drank the wine, but the old drunkard poured it out.

"Master!"

The young man looked at the wine he had bought with the dowry, and just poured it downstairs, heartbroken.

"It's not good." The old drunkard said, "It's not good!"

Zheng Nian looked at the old drunkard with interest, without saying a word.

"Then master, let's stop drinking and go back..." the young man said.

"I want to drink, drink good wine." The old alcoholic's eyes were already on Zheng Nian.

Zheng Nian smiled.

The old drunk laughed too.

Zheng Nian put the jug on the table, but his hands did not leave the jug.

The old drunkard reached for it, but couldn't.

"When a person asks others to do things for him, it is best to first ask what he can do for them." Zheng Nian showed a playful smile.

The old drunkard's hand was firmly on the flagon, unmoved.But his eyes were already blurred, while looking at Zheng Nian, he grinned and said, "A person who can have such a drink is naturally extraordinary."

"Oh?" Zheng Nian's hands began to exert force, but his complexion did not change.

Three points.

Five points.

Eight points!
Zheng Nian's hands trembled slightly, but the old drunkard's expression was already calm, with a calm smile on his face.

"You're right, I have to ask myself what I can do for you." The old drunkard smiled.

The hand still did not leave the flagon.

Zheng Nian let go of the flagon suddenly, and the old drunkard's figure fell back, but he immediately stabilized, his eyes froze, and he looked at Zheng Nian.

"You can't drink it." Zheng Nian suddenly smiled.

"You lost, why can't I drink?" The old drunkard opened the jug.

"Because people are human because they have wisdom, not because they have strength. In terms of strength, even a mule is much stronger than humans." Zheng Nian laughed, "There is a Gu in it."

The old alcoholic also noticed it, and immediately put the jug on the table, "You don't want me to drink it."

"This is my wine. You can drink it if you want, but you have to be reasonable. People who have no reason can't drink my wine." Zheng Nian laughed.

"I have no reason, I just want to drink." The old alcoholic said.

"I'm past the age of being deceived." Zheng Nian picked up the jug again, uncorked the wine, and drank it with a strong fragrance.

The old drunkard was already insane, "I have never smelled such a scent of wine, like there are ten thousand flowers, one thousand kinds of grass, one hundred kinds of honey, ten kinds of distiller's grains, and... deep emotion."

"You can still express emotion when you drink alcohol?" Zheng Nian said with a smile.

"Of course." The old alcoholic put his hands on his knees, "I think of what I can do for you!"

"What?" Zheng Nian smiled.

"I can chat with you." The old drunkard said.

Zheng Nian laughed loudly, "Look at my clothes, if I lack someone to chat with, just spend tens of thousands of taels of silver, and the people who chat with me can line up all the way from here to Shendu."

"You're right." The old drunkard lowered his head again.

Zheng Nian has become more interested in people, but he hasn't reached the point where he is so sympathetic as to take out his best wine.

This is Xue Ling's blue and white moon shadow, his darling, the only one in the world.

"You can't drink this jug of wine anymore." Zheng Nian smiled.

"You're right." The old alcoholic took a deep breath, "I found out I was wrong."

"Where did you go wrong?" Zheng Nian squinted his eyes.

"It's all wrong." The old drunkard looked at Zheng Nian, "It's a big mistake."

Zheng Nian was confused, the drunkard's crazy talk was naturally extremely ridiculous, so there was no need to delve into it, no need to pay attention to it.

"I'll give you a hexagram." The old drunk suddenly said.

"Oh?" Zheng Nian said with a smile, "Many people in this world gave me a hexagram, what kind of hexagram did you give me?"

"Jiezi." The old drunkard's eyes suddenly lost the smell of alcohol, his whole body was full of energy, his face was flushed, and he looked at Zheng Nian.

Zheng Nian narrowed his eyes and reached out to grab the old drunkard.

The old drunkard avoided it, "I only solve the Chinese characters, and don't ask for anything else?"

"No more alcohol?" Zheng Nian frowned, "You..."

"Don't drink!" The old drunk suddenly laughed, "Don't drink! I don't drink!"

The young man was dumbfounded, "Master...you..."

"Do you still remember what Master said to you?" The old drunk looked at Zheng Nian, "Master has been waiting for someone."

"Master... once said..." The young man knelt on the ground, "You have the first hexagram in the world, which can surpass Longxiao by three thousand feet and surpass Baikui by five thousand miles."

The old drunkard laughed.

"Yes! Yes!"

Zheng Nian was stunned, "You... are not using qi."

"This old man has no energy." The old drunkard said, "This old man only has life."

"You have a life?" Zheng Nian frowned, "What are you going to do?"

"I've been waiting here for 30 years, just for this hexagram, just for one character, what do you want to write?" the old drunk said.

Zheng Nian already felt that the old alcoholic was already burning his vitality, his blood was surging, and it seemed that he would be wiped out in an instant.

What happened?
Zheng Nian was dumbfounded.

"Why bother?" Zheng Nian asked.

"Which word!" said the old drunkard.

Zheng Nian held his breath and concentrated.

one word?

Chao Longxiao is three thousand feet away, and Baikui is five thousand miles away?
water?
Into the water?

Weng Baikui's entry into the water... is to solve the word?

Zheng Nian stretched out his hand and wrote the word.

water.

The old drunkard laughed and looked at Zheng Nian, "You have been cheated."

Zheng Nian was startled suddenly, "What did you say?"

"It's not cheating, it's ignorance! Ignorance! Ignorance!" The old drunk suddenly jumped up, grabbed the young man beside him, and ran thousands of miles to the city.

Zheng Nian took a deep breath, "Where are you going, senior?"

"Follow me!" the old drunk shouted.

Zheng Nian was startled by the crime, and went straight away.

I saw the drunkard jumping out of the sky, walking on the wind, and in a blink of an eye, he was eighteen miles away from the city.

Jianye City was originally on the bank of the sea, within a few steps, it was already on the edge of the sea.

The old drunkard stood with his hands behind his back, left the young man beside him, looked up, and in the distance above the clouds soaring to the sky, he could faintly see a sect in the middle of the mountain, magnificent and majestic.

"Look, where is that?" asked the old drunk.

"Yun Zhongshan, view in the mountains, the sword gate is the sect, Chunyang." Zheng Nian said slowly.

"Okay! What a sword sect!" The old drunkard laughed loudly, "I am a disciple of the Chunyang Temple, and today I will tell you that there has never been anyone who can be the master of the sword sect." A swordsman worthy of the name Zong."

Zheng Nian is not interested in Chunyang, but more interested in his own calligraphy.

"What you want to ask is the water word?" asked the old drunkard.

"Of course." Zheng Nian said.

"No, think again." The old drunkard slowly closed his eyes, "This is not the word you want to ask, I have already figured out what word you want to ask."

Zheng Nian looked at the old drunkard and smiled, "Senior really has a fortune teller."

"What you want to ask is this word?"

Impressively.

Out of nowhere came a long sword.

Appeared in the hands of an old drunkard.

The old drunkard rose on the wind and went straight through the sky.

He said in his mouth.

"Today, the old man opened the sword stele for you!"

"Teacher, in this life, you are allowed to be number one in the world, but now it seems... ha ha ha ha!"

(End of this chapter)