Gou was 100 years before the game opened

Chapter 268 Your excitement has nothing to do with me

Since leaving the teahouse, Fang Chang couldn't help feeling the power of time again in his heart, making everything change in the dark.

He didn't know what other people thought, but for him, the more he experienced, the more indifferent his feelings became.

Obviously he always reminded himself not to let himself become like a rock, but the threshold of his mood swings was constantly increasing.

It is very rare now that something can really touch his heart.

His sorrows and joys are almost fleeting.

It seems to be laughing, but it is really laughing if it is ridiculous. As for why you are laughing, it is not important anymore.

"I'm still young, how did I become like this?"

Fang Chang was walking on the bustling street, there were many lively people, but no one could understand the loneliness in his heart at this moment.

He felt that he seemed to be on a wrong path.

If the practice is like this, then even if the practice reaches the extreme, so what if you live forever, and become a clay statue with infinite power?
He raised his head and looked into the distance, unconsciously avoiding it.

perhaps……

No matter how high the cultivation base is, the answer will be found.

Suddenly, he turned his head to look, and a red figure followed behind him without hesitation.

"You've been with me for a long time."

Fang Chang looked at the girl in red with a calm expression.

"Everyone in the city knows that I have a bad temper and like to destroy families."

The girl in red did not have the slightest embarrassment of being caught, but said plausibly:

"This road is so wide, are you only allowed to walk alone? Can't I just drop in with you?"

"And I didn't mess with you, and I didn't do anything wrong, why did you kill me?"

Fang Chang nodded and said:

"You are right, this road is very wide, so many people are walking, and you are not missing one."

"But I don't like people watching me from behind, so let me find you behind me again... I will kill you."

Hearing this, the girl in red said angrily:

"You are too domineering, even if I follow you on purpose, it doesn't have to be so serious as taking someone's life."

Fang Chang stopped talking and turned his head to leave.

The girl in red wanted to follow up again, but remembering Fang Chang's appearance just now, she couldn't help but feel a chill behind her back, and she couldn't move forward no matter what.

In the end, she had no choice but to scold herself for being useless angrily, and then shouted at Fang Chang's back:

"My name is Chen Yiwan, my brother is Chen Yiming, we will meet again!"

……

Fang Chang didn't know who Chen Yiwan was, and he didn't need to know who she was.

For him at this moment, everyone in the world is a passer-by, so there is no need to worry about it, and those who are obstructed can only be killed.

Instead of going home, he turned back to a corner tavern.

The tavern is an old tavern. It is said that it has been open for more than 50 years. It is a family workshop and has been passed down for three generations.

Now the owner of the tavern is a young guy in his 20s. He is enthusiastic and always has a smile on his face.

He has a buddy, but usually he also works as a buddy.

Seeing Fang Chang, the tavern owner immediately greeted him.

"Brother Fang, you haven't been here for a while, are you still the third child?"

Fang Chang nodded.

"Xiao Si, a pot of warm rice wine, half a catty of beef in sauce, and a plate of peanuts, bring them here as soon as possible."

The owner of the tavern led the way all the way, cleaning the tables, moving the stools, and serving Fang Chang more affectionately than his father.

The guests on the side saw it, laughed and joked:
"Boss Qiu, why don't we see you being so attentive to us on weekdays? It's because you look down on us as coolies for a living."

The owner of the tavern hurriedly apologized and said with a smile: "How can it be, brothers, everyone is working hard to make a living, who can look down on others.

My brother Fang is good, that is brother Fang who helped me a lot before. "

The boss sighed: "Everyone, do you still remember that the Blackwater Gang took a fancy to my tavern half a year ago and planned to open a gambling house?"

"Remember, you were planning to move at the time, and it was a pity that we couldn't find such a cheap and good place to drink and brag in the future. How did you solve it in the end?"

A regular customer who remembered asked.

The boss looked at Fang Chang gratefully, and said, "It's all thanks to Brother Fang's connections, who helped me speak well with the Black Water Gang, and my tavern was saved.

And in the past six months, the Blackwater Gang hasn't even collected much protection money from my tavern.

This is all thanks to Brother Fang.

It's a pity that Brother Fang is busy with personnel, so he hasn't been able to come to my tavern for a drink. It's hard to see you today. If you say that I am not more enthusiastic, am I still a person? "

"I see."

"Then I have to talk about you, Boss Qiu, when your benefactor came to the door, he just sent a pot of wine and half a catty of beef. It's too stingy."

"Yes, yes, Boss Qiu, I heard that you have several jars of daughter red that have been hidden in your house for more than 20 years. It is a good wine left by your father's generation.

I heard that it was originally intended to be kept by a daughter, but it was born with a handle, so now I have to take it out and give it to my benefactor to try something new. "

Someone booed, thinking that he would share a few cups and try it.

Boss Qiu smiled wryly and said: "Since everyone is saying that, then I will make those two jars popular, and let everyone follow Brother Fang to try it."

"it is good!!"

After saying this, the guests who wanted to leave after drinking also stopped in their tracks, stayed and ordered another plate of peanuts.

Boss Qiu cupped his hands towards Fang Changgong and said:
"Brother Fang, I'll go to the backyard to get you wine, you just wait."

"Big Brothers, Brother Fang is my benefactor and he likes to be quiet. For the sake of my daughter Hong who will be meeting later, please don't disturb Brother Fang."

Boss Qiu bowed to the drinkers again.

The others had long been thinking about the jar of Nurhong, but now they swallowed their saliva and urged:
"Hurry up, hurry up, we can still wait for your benefactor."

Fang Chang looked at the chaos in the tavern, even though he was surreptitiously looked at by dozens of pairs of eyes, his expression didn't change much.

He came across this tavern while wandering by chance.

So I went in for a couple of drinks.

To be honest, the wine is not good wine, it is very low quality. After all, it is a tavern for the low-level people, and the wine is too good to sell at a price.

But Fang Chang still drank a pot, and ate half a catty of beef and a small plate of peanuts.

Because what he drank was not wine, and there were stories of people coming and going in the tavern.

Serving wine with stories makes the wine a bit more flavorful.

As for keeping the tavern from moving, to him, it was just a casual order and it was nothing.

Of course, the Blackwater Gang should be thankful that their methods were relatively mild and not forceful, otherwise there would be no such gang in Fufeng City right now.

It's okay to set up a tavern, but disturbing his drinking mood is a capital offense.

The other drinkers saw that Fang Chang didn't want to communicate with them, and Boss Qiu confessed that they knew that Fang Chang was a person of status, otherwise they wouldn't be able to talk to the Blackwater Gang.

At this moment, they didn't make any strange remarks, they just discussed Fang Chang's identity in a low voice, and they also looked forward to whether the jar of Nurhong was good or not.

Soon, the wine was served.

Boss Qiu dug it out from the ground himself, and there was still some dirt on his clothes and face.

Two wine jars half a person's height were placed on the wine table, and all the drinkers looked at the wine jars tightly wrapped in mud, and even their breathing slowed down.

"Everyone, I'm opening the altar."

Boss Qiu also took a deep breath, took out a small hammer, and slowly knocked off the outer mud shell of the wine jar.

Bang bang.

The mud shell fell off, and inside was a tight wine stopper, wrapped in oiled paper and tightly bound with cotton thread.

Then go to the thread, get the cloth, and uncork the wine.

Everyone hurriedly gathered together, and there was a foul smell.

"I bother!"

"Crap! Why is it so stinky, who threw rotten eggs in it!"

"Boss Qiu, are you fooling us?"

Everyone was full of expectations, but they didn't expect to open a jar of stinky wine.

Boss Qiu had expected it a long time ago, he said with a wry smile:
"It's not easy to keep wine. After so long, it's not surprising that it's broken. Fortunately, there's still a jug."

He had the broken wine jar moved to a corner, and then opened the second jar of wine.

Now everyone didn't dare to get too close, and with the sound of a wave, a faint fragrance of food spread in the air.

When everyone approached, they saw a jar of wine that was crystal clear like yellow jade, and they salivated unconsciously.

"Good wine!"

Boss Qiu also heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly took a wine scoop, poured out the first bowl of wine, and respectfully sent it to Fang Chang.

"Brother Fang, this is the first bowl of wine that my 23-year-old daughter Hong Kaifeng has had. Although it is not a valuable thing, it is also my heart. Please don't dislike it."

Fang Chang took the bowl, took a sip, and a mellow fragrance flowed between his lips and teeth.

He smiled lightly: "Yes, it's good wine."

Boss Qiu also showed a smile on his face: "As long as Brother Fang likes it."

"Thanks to Brother Fang, everyone can get wine today, but there is only one jar, and each person only has a small bowl, but it's free!"

"Boss Qiu is arrogant! Brother Fang is arrogant!"

"Haha, I didn't expect to be able to drink a good bowl of wine while watching the excitement."

"Daughter Hong of 23 years, Boss Qiu is so young, I thought he was in his thirties?"

"I heard that Boss Qiu is not married yet, so drinking Boss Qiu's wine and introducing a wife to Boss Qiu tomorrow is not a waste of time."

As the drinks were dispensed, the small tavern was packed with people.

They have a small plate of peanuts or soybeans, and half a catty of sauced beef if they have a little money. They hold a small bowl no bigger than a palm, sip it, and let out a happy exclamation from time to time.

Most of them are warehouse laborers and shopkeepers.

After a hard day, being able to drink a bowl of wine slowly in such a tavern without disturbing others will wash away a lot of troubles at once.

This is a completely different feeling from the elegance of a teahouse.

Fang Chang sat alone at a table, and no one came to disturb him.

Even though he didn't say anything, there was an invisible but real gap between him and the people around him.

This kind of barrier makes others dare not approach and offend.

Fang Chang savored the bowl of wine in his hand carefully. Even if it was the 23-year-old daughter red, to him, it was actually no different from ordinary clear water.

Except for the slight surprise at the first sip, it seems dull and tasteless afterward.

With his current physique, most things in the world can no longer affect him in any way.

But he still drank the bowl of wine slowly, along with the beef and peanuts that were served.

The stories in my ears are clichés.

The drinkers who hadn't traveled too far chatted about the stories that had been handed down many times, complaining that their children were disobedient, the wages they got were getting less and less, and life was hard.

But after drinking a bowl of wine, each one of them patted their chests and felt that they could do it. They started talking about what happened back then, how amazing people they met, and how amazing things they did.

They hiccupped and looked high-spirited. When it was getting late, they greeted their acquainted drinkers and left with a bit of frustration on their faces, ready to go home and accept the nagging from their family members.

Simple repetition, but has its own happiness.

But Fang Chang only found it boring.

He drank, threw a gold leaf on the table, and left quietly.

Boss Qiu, who was busy working in the back kitchen, walked out of the front hall, and saw that there was no one on the separate wine table, only a golden leaf was shining brightly.

The eyes of the drinkers on the nearby wine table flickered, but they didn't dare to move rashly.

The tavern has the background of the Blackwater Gang, and the pickpockets in the nearby streets have to watch the Blackwater Gang's face to eat.

Moreover, there are quite a few people staring at it at the moment, and no one who goes up to grab it can't escape the eyeliner.

Boss Qiu stared blankly at the golden leaf, put it away, and looked around blankly, but Fang Chang's figure was nowhere to be seen.

"Here, it's my treat."

Boss Qiu smiled wryly, thinking that Brother Fang is really a weirdo.

He put away the gold leaf and planned to return it to Brother Fang the next time he came again.

Although he is not from a wealthy family, a piece of gold leaf cannot shake his principles.

……

"Look, my lord, I can spit other bubbles now."

Under the starry night, Bubbles spit out transparent bubbles one by one, and then ice blue and dark black.

Coupled with the original colored bubbles, it is a bubble of four colors.

For Bubbles, this is even happier than its success in transforming a dragon.

Fang Chang couldn't help smiling. He sat by the pool, held an ice-blue bubble in his palm, and said:

"Bubble, I'm going to retreat for a long time, you stay here well, if you're bored, let Ah Da take you out to buy some food.

Here are the snacks I went out to buy for you today. "

Fang Chang threw down a storage ring, Bubble caught it in one bite, and then saw a variety of snacks and snacks inside. As for the many spiritual objects that were full of aura, it selectively ignored it.

After a while, it raised its head with tears in its eyes and looked up at the starry sky.

"Is this a dream?"

It pondered for a moment, and then slammed into the wall of the pool with a thud, making a muffled sound.

"Oh, it hurts so much, it's not a dream, haha, it's not a dream!"

"Master, why are you so nice to Pao Pao all of a sudden? Woohoo, I, I'm so touched."

Fang Chang: "..."

"Did you miss the point? I'm going to retreat, and you won't see me for a long time."

Bubble's attention has been attracted by the snacks in the storage ring, and he nodded perfunctorily:
"I know, Grand Master, didn't you often retreat before, you can take care of yourself."

"You, me, forget it."

Fang Chang let out a breath.

"I raised it by myself, don't get angry."

"Don't be too playful, and occasionally take time to practice."

Bubble nodded again and again, and replied insincerely: "Yeah, I see."

Fang Chang shook his head and laughed, leaving behind a puppet named Ah Da, and turned to leave.

But Bubble looked at Fang Chang's back and secretly laughed.

Although I don’t know why the Elder Master went to practice again not long after leaving the customs, what’s so interesting about cultivation, it’s so boring, where can I find delicious food, blowing bubbles is fun.

But the Elder Master retreated, which means that no one cares about it.

Bubble has already begun to look forward to a happy life in the future.

then……

one year later.

A big golden carp is swimming happily in the pond.

"It's really cool to live without the old man in charge."

Three years later.

The big carp started to get bored.

"Why isn't the old man leaving the customs?"

Five years later.

The big golden carp turned its belly, and didn't even want to throw up bubbles.

"I miss the Grand Master."

Ten years later.

The big golden carp became fat again.

"My lord, Bubble is so fat that it's outrageous, come out and play bubbles."

15 years later.

A golden figure like an elf in the water jumped out of the water, and in an instant it turned into a strange beast with two fins on its back that looked like a snake but not a snake, like a dragon but not a dragon.

"Bubble already knows how to cultivate by himself, Elder Master, why don't you come out to see Bubble?"

20 years later,

30...

Time seems to enter the accelerator, and 35 years pass in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)