Legend of the Knight

Chapter 69

After seeing Jiang Yu, Weiming felt a little headache.

To be honest, Weiming doesn't really want to pay attention to Jiang Yu, because Weiming thinks that Jiang Yu is too insidious, and he doesn't like his temperament.

Unidentified sunny personality, he doesn't like people with gloomy personality.

But the street is so narrow, this is a head-on collision, can you still pretend to be deaf and blind and go straight?

"Brother Jiang." Weiming greeted Jiang Yu with a half-smile.

"Brother Dongfang, see you." Seeing Weiming, Jiang Yu was very enthusiastic.

Standing beside Jiang Yu was a young man who was as tall as him, but obviously much younger.

I saw him wearing a blue white coat embroidered with purple borders and a black scholar's cap. He looked fair and frail.

The weather in August has turned cold, and this person is still holding a folding fan painted with green bamboos in his hand, pretending to be elegant, and he looks like a son of an unknown family.

In this era, rich and poor, high and low, you can tell just by looking at the clothes.

This is not only a financial problem, but also "rules" in it. For example, Wei Ming, no matter how rich he is, he can only wear bunts.

Among Jiang Yu's identities, the son of a hero of the rivers and lakes is just one of them. He also has the label of a wealthy businessman and an official family. Among his friends, the vast majority of his friends are from non-martial arts circles.

In this regard, Weiming is not surprised.

Of course, this is also the second reason why Weiming doesn't want to get along with Jiang Yu, because Weiming has to bite the bullet and deal with Jiang Yu's son-in-law and friend.

Weiming feels that he is not the same as them.

Weiming clasped his fists to the young master holding the fan as a salute, and then said: "Xiaoyaogu, the east is unknown."

After the young master nodded to Weiming, he said: "Master Dongfang is right, my surname is Feng."

I don't know why, the first time Mr. Feng saw Weiming, although his expression didn't change, there was a little disgust in his eyes.

That's right, don't look at me as the third disciple of Xiaoyao Valley, in the eyes of those dignitaries, especially those who have read some poems and books, I am no different from those gangsters who set up street stalls to sell art and medicine.

This isn't Weiming mocking Qi Li, whose family is performing arts on the street, or Huang Xiaoshi, who sells medicine at a street stall.

Regardless of whether Weiming thinks so or not, this is a chain of discrimination in the eyes of the Jianghu people themselves.

However, in the eyes of those nobles, no matter whether you are on the chain or off the chain, you are all the same, unsightly.

Jiang Yu became excited when he saw Weiming, and he happily said to Weiming: "Brother Dongfang, I read Buddhist scriptures a few days ago and got a new experience, the roadside is too noisy, let's go to the teahouse and talk about it. "

When Weiming heard it, he immediately felt dizzy, which was the third reason why he didn't want to see Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu was afraid that there was a big misunderstanding. He thought that Weiming also liked Buddhism, and when he saw him, he would be very excited to talk about such mysterious things.

It's really bitter, bitter.

Weiming, the kid was too honest and didn't know how to reject people, so he was directly held back by Jiang Yu.

With uncontrollable disgust in his eyes, Mr. Feng opened his fan and covered his mouth and nose, without even looking at him, he said to Jiang Yu: "You two are really interested, but unfortunately I have other important matters, so I have to leave first. gone."

After bowing to Jiang Yu, Mr. Feng said, "Farewell." Then he ignored Weiming and walked away.

"Pull what, you have a pretty boy."

Unming thought angrily.

But after a while, Weiming let out a long sigh, that he can indeed be dragged.

After years of self-reliance, Weiming has clearly realized one of the important rules of this world: human life is born with a distinction between high and low.

As for this matter, whether you accept it or not, you have to accept it in the end.

Weiming hadn't finished feeling sad yet, Jiang Yu had already pulled Weiming enthusiastically and said, "Brother Dongfang, let's go."

After speaking, Jiang Yu dragged Weiming, who was obviously reluctant, towards the teahouse.

"I want to drink~..."

Unknown remnants.

Speaking of which, after bidding farewell to Jiang Yu, Mr. Feng walked towards the city of Luoyang unhurriedly, and when he reached an alley, he quickly turned in his footsteps.

After hiding in the alley in the distance and watching secretly for a while, he was relieved to see Jiang Yu leading Weiming, who was looking innocent, towards the teahouse.

It was too dangerous. I went for a casual stroll in Luoyang City today, but I didn't expect to almost collide with that person.Just now because he lost control of his mind, there was a hint of panic in his eyes, but fortunately, Dongfang Weiming didn't recognize him.

This identity appears to be safe for now.

"Xiaoyaogu, the east is unknown. I remember you."

……

When Jiang Yu meets Weiming, he likes to drag him to talk about Buddhist scriptures. In fact, he is using Weiming to find intellectual superiority.

Weiming is also really a fool, he listens to what others say, even if he doesn't understand, and his head is dizzy, he still tries hard to put what others say into his mind.

Because subconsciously, Weiming feels that these are very valuable "knowledge".

If Huang Xiaoshi is extremely eager for martial arts internal skills, then Weiming has been extremely eager for all kinds of "knowledge" since he was a child.

Unknown, there is a lot of seemingly insignificant knowledge that can really solve big problems.

To obtain this kind of knowledge, one must either sum up experience after numerous practices and failures, or tell him through the mouth of others.

With this mentality of thirsting for knowledge, he learns what others teach him. Although he has only been in Xiaoyao Valley for a year, he has learned all the miscellaneous knowledge in Wangyou Valley.

Not to mention the quality of his studies, Gu Yuexuan and Thorn can't compare to him just for this kind of effort to pretend to be in his head regardless of his mess.

In this way, Jiang Yu dragged Weiming and talked for an hour in the teahouse.Finally, Jiang Yu, who had had enough of his addiction, let Weiming leave, and now Weiming, who was exhausted, felt that he urgently needed something like "wine" to ease his tense nerves.

The dizzy Weiming just walked into the restaurant, unexpectedly when he raised his head, he saw a new acquaintance, Jiang Yu's friend Mr. Feng.

To be honest, when Weiming saw this person, he originally wanted to turn around and leave, but there is only one restaurant in Luoyang City, and there is no other branch.

Weiming, who had listened to the lectures all afternoon and drank a stomach full of tea, was fine at first, but when he smelled the aroma of the wine, his whole body went limp, and he really couldn't walk.

When that Young Master Feng saw Weiming, his eyes obviously shrank, and then the two met face to face.

Out of the principle of attacking first, Mr. Feng greeted Weiming first, and threw the embarrassment on Weiming's head.

"Meet you again, Mr. Dongfang." Mr. Feng greeted Weiming with a smile.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Weiming had no choice but to respond with an embarrassed but polite smile: "What a coincidence...you are also here to drink?"

This sentence seems to be nonsense, what is the purpose of coming to the restaurant if you don't come to drink.

Seeing Weiming's embarrassment, Mr. Feng suddenly felt happy in his heart. He quickly dismissed the idea of ​​saying goodbye after saying hello, looked at Weiming with a smile in his eyes, and said to him: "The East of Xiaoyao Valley Young hero, with high martial arts skills and handsome appearance, he is indeed a dragon and phoenix among men. I'm afraid it will be difficult to forget such an excellent young hero?"

This kind of embarrassing bragging was the first time Weiming encountered it, and his little face blushed when he heard it. Even if there was such a thought of refuting in his heart, he didn't say a word of humility in the end.

Rainbow fart, who doesn't want it.

Poor Weiming has grown up so much, and it's the first time he's been praised so viciously in person.

Weiming suddenly felt that although Mr. Feng looked like a woman, he was still quite a good person. After all, it was not his fault that he looked like this.At least Mr. Feng hasn't put on makeup like other sons of nobles.

These days, oil-headed noodles is a compliment to describe noble people.

After letting go of the embarrassment in his heart, Wei Ming immediately let go, he turned his head and shouted loudly to the proprietress of the restaurant: "Boss, a jar of good wine, don't serve it with food."

Uh, Weiming never drinks with food, he is such a bold (shabby) guy.

Mr. Feng looked at Weiming and smiled again. He said: "Although I have only one side of elegance with Mr. Dongfang, I have always admired Mr. Dongfang. Since I am lucky to meet you today, I must invite Mr. Dongfang to have a drink. I don’t know. Young Master, will you show me your face?"

What he said was polite and sour, but when he heard that there was wine, it sounded like a fairy to Weiming's ears. Before he could even react, his head was already nodding involuntarily.

Mr. Feng turned his head to the proprietress of the restaurant and said, "Two jars of white wine from outside the Guan, and another table with side dishes."

"Okay, come right away." The waiter shouted loudly.

After a while, the wine and dishes came, Weiming picked up a wine bowl, filled the bowl for himself first, then put the wine in front of his nose, took a deep breath, his face showed a look of intoxication.

"It's really good wine, just the smell is enough." Weiming was about to take a bowl and drink it up, but he saw Mr. Feng standing there with empty hands out of the corner of his eye, so he couldn't help asking: "Why don't you drink it? "

Mr. Feng smiled at Weiming, nodded and said, "You go first, please."

Wei Ming didn't make much excuses, and drank a bowl of strong wine with his head raised.

The wine was really satisfying, Weiming couldn't help but shouted: "Good wine!"

Young Master Feng couldn't help shaking his head when he saw Weiming's drinking method like a reincarnation of a thirsty ghost.

"Mr. Feng, why don't you drink?" Weiming grabbed his own wine jar and was about to fill a bowl for Mr. Feng, but Mr. Feng stretched out his hand and pushed it away.

"Ah! What a pity, what a pity." Mr. Feng shook his head and said, "This wine is good wine, but there is no good vessel."

After Weiming heard it, he knew that Mr. Feng's aristocratic spirit had been violated again, and he kindly persuaded Mr. Feng: "Is there such a thing as drinking and talking about utensils? Besides, there are only these rough people in this small shop. Bowl, brother, let's just drink it."

When Mr. Feng heard Weiming's words, his expression changed with fright, he quickly waved his hands and said, "No way, no way!"

Mr. Feng said to Weiming with a startled expression: "Qin chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, hops, all kinds of things should be done with courtesy.

Therefore, when it comes to drinking, you must pay attention to the wine utensils, and you must be particular about what kind of wine you drink and what kind of wine glass you use. "

Hearing that there is still such a big background in drinking, Weiming, who has grown up from a humble childhood, became interested. He poured wine into his own bowl and asked, "What's the specifics? I thought that as long as there is a bowl, it's easy But, if there is no bowl, just use a jar."

Mr. Feng said slowly to Weiming: "When drinking Fen wine, you should use a jade cup. There is a poem in the Tang Dynasty: 'A jade bowl brings amber light'. It can be seen that drinking Fen wine with a jade bowl and a jade cup can enhance the color of the wine."

After Weiming swallowed the wine in his mouth, he felt more at ease. He laughed and said, "Where are ordinary people's jade bowls and jade cups?

Mr. Feng knocked on the wine jar with a folding fan with a smile, and said: "This baijiu outside the customs has a very good taste, extremely strong, but it lacks a bit of fragrance. It is best to drink it in a rhinoceros horn cup. It will be more mellow and beautiful. The jade bowl increases the color of the wine, and the rhinoceros horn cup increases the fragrance of the wine. The ancients did not deceive me."

When Weiming heard this, he really clicked his tongue.

Or how to say that Mr. Feng is a nobleman.

This jade cup and bowl has already broken the limit of many people's imagination. What is the rhino horn cup? It is really more precious than the jade cup.

If it wasn't for Weiming's medical treatment under the God of Medicine, he would know that there is still a medicinal herb called rhinoceros horns in this world, otherwise he wouldn't have thought that there was another kind of monster with horns growing on its nose.

Isn't that the legendary beast "Xi"?

This Mr. Feng said in a casual joke that he would use the horn of the si, that is, the horn of the rhinoceros, to make the wine glass. I don't know what class of nobles are suitable for this wine glass.

These words are really interesting to hear, Weiming was originally very eager to learn, but he did not expect to have such a great knowledge of drinking, he picked up a thick bowl and poured it into his mouth, while drinking with "wine".

"Let's talk about the sorghum bar." Mr. Feng continued: "It is recorded in ancient books, 'When Xia Yu made wine, Yu drank it sweetly', that kind of wine is sorghum wine. Therefore, to drink sorghum wine, you need a bronze wine bar. Fang has an ancient meaning."

Wei Ming kept nodding, and said, "I've heard of the Bronze Wine Lord, someone dug it from an old grave."

Hearing Weiming's words, the expression on Mr. Feng's face hardened obviously.

Immediately, Weiming also realized that he had made a mistake.

With such an honorable status as Mr. Feng, how could he drink with the things of the dead.

Luckily, Mr. Feng quickly put away this little embarrassment. He continued: "The rice wine we usually drink is delicious, but it is a little weak. It should be drunk with a big bucket to show your spirit."

Weiming said this sentence in his heart, he put down the big bowl in his hand, and said excitedly to Mr. Feng: "This is true! When I drink rice wine, I always feel that it is enjoyable to hold the wine jar and pour it directly into my mouth... ..."

Mr. Feng looked at Unming and said with a smile: "The last thing is wine. There is a poem saying: 'Grape Wine Luminous Cup'.

Grape wine is poured into the luminous glass, just like blood.Yue Wumu's poem said: "Aspirations eat Hulu meat when hungry, and laugh about drinking Huns' blood when they are thirsty."Drinking wine is like drinking blood, isn't it strong! "

"Okay!" Hearing this, Weiming couldn't help shouting "Hello."

What a "laughing talk about thirsting for the blood of the Xiongnu", Weiming has also heard the story of Yue Wumu, poor Zhongliang was raped and murdered, and his anger has been blown into the sky for thousands of years.

Based on this sentence, Weiming immediately regarded Mr. Feng as a friend.

"Okay! It turns out that Xiongtai is so knowledgeable and imposing. I respect you..." After Weiming picked up the wine bowl, he was embarrassed to find that Mr. Feng didn't move, so he smiled boldly and said, "Forget about you If I don’t drink without a vessel, I’ll do it myself.”

Weiming drank the wine in his hand, put down the bowl and said to Mr. Feng: "I always thought that you didn't drink with me because you looked down on me as a martial artist, but I didn't expect that I was vulgar.

Mr. Feng, you are actually a good person, I misunderstood you. "

"Oh." Mr. Feng changed his voice and said, "So Mr. Weiming always thinks that I am a bad person?"

Weiming suddenly blushed, oh no, he slipped his tongue.

Mr. Feng said with a smile: "Watching people drink is more interesting than drinking yourself. The so-called wine quality is character. You can know a person's character by observing his performance when drinking."

Mr. Feng is really understanding, he has exposed the fault for himself, and Weiming naturally wants to continue the conversation.Weiming asked: "Brother Feng, what do you think of my character?"

Mr. Feng looked Weiming up and down again, and said, "Mr. Dongfang's character is naturally excellent."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Feng looked at the sky outside the window, and said to Weiming: "Young Master Dongfang, drink slowly. It's getting late, please leave first, and next time we will have a drink at the same table with you."

Weiming nodded his drunken head to Mr. Feng and said, "Then you must remember to bring those drinking utensils, otherwise, you will have to watch me drink again. Hiccup."

The strength of the white wine outside the Guan was really strong. Weiming drank a jar of wine on an empty stomach, and the strength of the liquor was a little strong. He originally wanted to get up and see him off, but he didn't expect that when he stood up, he tripped over the leg of the table and headed towards the wind. The son bumped into it.

This happened suddenly, before Mr. Feng could react, Weiming came over with a headbutt to his face.

Just when Weiming bumped into Young Master Feng, unexpectedly Weiming twisted his body, and he stood up again with a very strange movement.

"It's this set of kung fu."

A sharp look flashed in Young Master Feng's eyes.

After seeing Weiming today, Mr. Feng knew Weiming's identity. He thought that Dongfang Weiming always drank during fights. Maybe the restaurant owner in Luoyang City knew something about him.

So, Mr. Feng found a restaurant, chatted with the proprietress after entering the door, and made the proprietress tremble with laughter.

Mr. Feng inadvertently asked the proprietress if she knew Xiaoyaogu Dongfang Weiming, but it turned out that the proprietress knew this person very well.

Balabala, the proprietress has been talking about it since the first unexplained drinking poisoning.

When he knew that Dongfang Weiming had only been apprenticed to a teacher for only one year, Mr. Feng couldn't hide his surprise.

The devil-style training I received since I was a child has become a big joke.

"Young Master Dongfang, you don't have to send him away." After saying goodbye to Weiming, Young Master Feng turned around and walked out of the restaurant.

I still need more, more hard work.

(End of this chapter)