Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 86 The Raven The Raven
"Hehehe..."

Wuxin laughed for a while, and said, "Mr. Yan, you are talking nonsense, it hurts Mr. Long's self-esteem too much."

The corner of Long Peng's mouth twitched, and he said quietly, "You two agreed, did you do it on purpose?"

"This is a misunderstanding..."

Wu Xin smiled slightly, he seemed to love to laugh all the time, "It's purely a coincidence."

"Yes... ahh!"

Yan Shisan sneezed, "It's indeed a coincidence."

Long Peng raised his eyebrows and said, "Yan Shisan, what's the matter with you, it's almost summer, and you're still suffering from the wind and cold?"

"Take care of yourself, wrap it like a zongzi."

Yan Shisan shuddered, and sat down slowly, "Little monk, he won't drink this wine, I will."

"Just to drive out the cold."

"it is good."

Wuxin smiled, and threw the wine jar in his hand, "This is the best spring brewed in Sangu City. It's sweet and tight, and the aftertaste is as refreshing as a breeze."

"hiss……"

Yan Shisan tapped the wine seal, drank it in a big gulp, shook his head and said, "This wine is too sweet, and strong wine is more suitable for my taste."

"It's good to drink some, you poor ghost is still picky."

"Poor ghost?"

Yan Shisan looked sideways and said, "You're already wrapped up like this, and you still dare to say that about me, don't be afraid of me..."

Before he finished speaking, he snorted, and a little blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

"Hahaha... You've lost your words, and you're threatening me... Hiss..."

Xu Shi moved too much, affecting the injury, and the corners of Long Peng's mouth grinned in pain.

"Deserved!"

Yan Shisan laughed loudly, raised his head to drink, and bright red liquid slid down his cheeks, whether it was wine or blood.

"Cough...cough..."

Yan Shisan coughed violently, and the wine jug in his hand fell to the ground, turning into pieces, and the fragrant wine splashed everywhere.

"Yan Shisan, what's the matter with you, suddenly you're so weak, you can't hold the wine jar steadily?"

Yan Shisan laughed and scolded, "You're stupid...cough cough..."

"It seems that Li Hanyi's hands are not light..."

Long Peng reached out and grabbed Yan Shisan's arm, feeling a little surprised, "Yan Shisan, you are dying."

Yan Shisan rolled his eyes and withdrew his hand, "You are the one who is going to die."

"Several kinds of poisons in your body have been entrenched in your body for many years. You used your true energy to forcefully suppress them on weekdays, but now Li Hanyi beats you into this state. The pulse is disordered, the blood is blocked, and the true energy is difficult to come out of the dantian. It's not dying, what is it?"

"Bah, Crow's Mouth."

Yan Shisan looked at the red sun and said slowly, "I practiced "Thirteen Swords of Desperation" and started challenging all kinds of sword masters.

I don't know how many people in the Jianghu want me to die, but unfortunately, I still didn't die, and I have lived to this day. "

"Now, it's just a mere..."

"A mere mortal wound, isn't it?"

Long Peng smiled, looked sideways and said, "Little monk, you should be good at medicine, right? Why don't you come and have a look?"

"Yes."

Wuxin nodded slightly, rolled up her sleeves, and said with a smile, "Young monk knows a little bit about everything, and his medical skills should be pretty good."

After checking the pulse, Wuxin's expression kept changing. After a long sigh, she patted Yan Shisan's scarred shoulder, and the corners of Yan Shisan's mouth twitched in pain.

"Little monk, did you do it on purpose?"

Wu Xin's eyes curled into crescents, she looked unapologetic, "Missed, missed..."

"Ugh……"

Wu Xin withdrew her hand, shook her head and sighed, "Prepare for the funeral, this body has been ruined like this, it can't be saved."

"Quack doctor, what are you farting about?"

"Yes, quack doctor!"

"quack?"

Wuxin pointed to herself, looked at the two people beside her, and sighed, "There is no reward for kindness, little monk is really miserable..."

"Little monk, I found that you are really poor, just like a crow." Yan Shisan said.

"Yan Shisan, I seem to hear you talking bad things about me behind my back. You weren't like this before?"

A hoarse and ugly sound like a crow calling came.

I saw the famous man in black with several swords on his back, thin and thin, dressed like a thief, rushing into the courtyard.

Seeing the person coming, Yan Shisan laughed and cursed, "Crow, your voice is still so ugly..."

"Hey... you're not much better either."

"Ok?"

The crow grinned and approached quickly. Seeing Yan Shisan's ghostly appearance, he said in shock, "Yan Shisan, why do you look like you are about to die again?"

Wuxin asked in doubt, "What is another, he often does this?"

"No!"

The crow took the melon seeds and peanuts on the table very familiarly, and then took the tea bowl, and shouted to Wu Xin, "Little monk, don't stand still, pour wine."

Wuxin smiled dumbly, "Okay, pour the wine."

"This wine is good, very good."

The crow smashed its mouth, ate the peanuts, and continued, "Yan Shisan often does this, making himself half dead, saying that he can experience the taste of death."

"I see, he is sick!"

"Yan Shisan, will you die this time?"

The crow took another sip of wine, probably because he drank too quickly, and hiccupped, "Give me the sword if you die, I'm greedy for you..."

咵啦——

The small bench under Crow's buttocks was kicked out by Yan Shisan. He fell hard, clutching his buttocks and screaming in pain.

"What are you doing?"

"Do you want to die, I don't mind giving you a chance."

"Cough cough... calm down, it hurts the body."

The crow coughed twice, quickly poured a bowl of wine, and smiled coquettishly, "Come, come, drink, drink."

"By the way, don't you know the surnames of this man who made rice dumplings, and this handsome little monk?"

Crow patted his chest, took another sip of wine, grinned his yellow teeth and said, "People on the road call me Crow, I am very well-informed, if you want to know anything in Daming, you can ask me , I'll give you a discount."

"Little monk... Tianwaitian, Wuxin."

"puff--"

The wine in the crow's mouth spewed out, and he said in surprise, "You are Wuxin, the Wuxin of the master of Tianwaitian Shao."

Wuxin smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, "It's exactly the Wuxin you mentioned."

"Disrespectful, disrespectful."

The crow cupped his hands again and again, and poured a bowl of wine flatteringly, "Come on, young master, drink, drink."

"The little monk is a monk and doesn't drink alcohol."

"exactly."

Crow slapped his forehead, took melon seeds and peanuts from Long Peng's hand, and said anxiously, "Monks are not allowed to drink, come eat melon seeds and peanuts."

"This……"

Wu Xin was slightly startled, and smiled at Long Peng, "The little monk is not being respectful."

"Hahaha... Young Sect Master, as long as you are happy, as long as you are happy."

Long Peng was speechless, "Yan Shisan, has your friend always been like this?"

"Hurry up and beat him to death. I'm annoying to watch, but even more annoying to hear his voice."

Long Peng nodded, "This... is pretty good, then kill him, you can do it, it's inconvenient for me to be injured."

"Hey, hey, hey, what did you kill?"

The crow yelled, "Brother, don't learn from Yan Shisan, this guy is a killer, by the way, what's your name?"

(End of this chapter)