Death Sutra

The South Wall pub has declined. Everyone used to say, "Do not hit the South Wall and don't look back." Now it becomes "Looking back at the South Wall."

There are many reasons for the decline. The owner is blamed for the war. He often pulls a few drinkers and says: "Playing, not ending, I don’t know what they are fighting for, but everyone is suffering, I want to transport it. It’s really hard to get a good wine. I have a few wines from the Central Plains that I just arrived here. Would you like to come? It’s a bit more expensive than before, but...”

Still lingering in the South Wall pub is usually an old customer. He has another opinion on the decline here. He does not evade the owner. "After smashing affects everyone, why are you most unlucky? Because you are not Lu Qiying, Lu is the master of the cabinet." ”

The topic inevitably turned to nostalgia, and Lu’s treasurer suddenly became a legendary figure among the masses. The new store owner took over for more than two years and still could not eliminate the traces left by his predecessor.

In the early winter of the winter, there was a heavy snow outside, and the pub's business became more and more ruthless. The owner simply sent most of the folks home, leaving only two people and one chef to deal with the seven alcoholic.

The tall old man was the eighth alcoholic. When he came in, he went straight to a fixed position. After sitting down, he stared at the light on the table and didn't say anything.

"Old man, what to eat?" The man said coldly, he is a newcomer, can not remember the glory of the past, just think that this pub is not small, the guests are not the same as the broken street shop.

The old man looked up at the guy, his eyes inadvertently revealing a fierce, "the most expensive wine, an altar."

"One...one altar?" The man thought he had got it wrong.

The old man is not talking.

"The most expensive is the wine, it's going to be... more than three hundred and two altars." At the end of the day, the man lowered his voice as if it were a secret.

The old man took out a piece of gold from his arms and threw it on the table, still not saying a word.

The buddy was stunned. He had seen gold, but he could not guess the value of this ingot.

The owner, Yu Guangxuan, saw a touch of gold and rushed over. Pushing the blind man, the waist is almost flush with the desktop. "Old gentleman, you haven’t been here for a long time. I’m very busy recently? I want to drink good wine, no problem, Shule’s wine can only be considered ordinary. This shop is definitely not the first class, I have the Central Plains here..."

"No, wine is good, come to an altar."

The owner of the store hated it, and made up his mind to expel the man tonight, but his face was more charming. Quietly put the gold on the table, "Let's have a few drinks? This shop has a river fish that has just been removed from the ice, fresh..."

"No, come back to a pot of tea."

The owner smashed, the wine was accompanied by tea, and this method of drinking has not been seen, but he never wants to miss the three hundred and two businesses that have already arrived. I hurriedly told another buddy to move the wine, and then I looked at the old man with a sigh of relief, hoping that the other party would focus on what else, and he would leave the whole gold.

"Do you recognize me?" the old man asked stiffly.

"Ah? Old gentleman used to be a frequent visitor here. I haven't come here recently..." The owner remembered this face, but he didn't know his identity.

"Go and call the two guests, I want to invite everyone to drink."

The seven alcoholic guests have already noticed the rich old man, waiting for the owner to speak. Each person carried the same dishes on the table and ran over with joy. He didn't bring his own glass of wine. First of all, thank the old gentleman, and then called the buddy to move the chair.

The table is small, the old man has one side, and the other seven are crowded. But no one cares, all are gearing up, ready to taste the wine of the 301 altar.

The wine came up, and everyone filled a bowl in front of them. The public drinkers took the bowl and gave it to the old man politely, and couldn’t wait to pour it into the entrance.

"I said that I want to drink wine with a luminous cup. I remember there are a few of them here. Why don't you come out?" asked an old drinker who was all white.

The owner looked stunned. "The luminous cups are too brittle and they are broken."

"Is it sold by you to pay off debts?"

The shopkeeper is more and more embarrassed, "It's all wine, what cup is different? Can the taste on the cup seep into the wine?"

The white-haired drinker pointed to the owner and said, "You are the reason why the South Wall pub has turned from a prosperous one. The Lu’s treasurer of that year will never say this kind of confession."

The owner slammed down and thought about a few poor people.

When a bowl of wine was not finished, the white-haired drinker first discovered an abnormality. "How can this gentleman not drink? The flower is your gold."

The tall old man poured himself a cup of tea. "I stopped drinking."

"Oh." Seven people should have a voice at the same time, no one asked. This is the south of the city, they will not even ask the name of the guest.

"When I first came in, I heard you talking about the Dragon King, and then said, I want to hear." The tall old man has a natural command in his tone, as if several people on the opposite side are students.

"Let's talk about it, say what it is, there is something to say." The white-haired drinker is very cautious, reluctant to drink wine, and cherish the tongue in his mouth.

The tall old man did not think so, turning to a chunky alcoholic. "You said that the dragon king is too stupid, I want to hear the wisdom of the people."

The chubby alcoholic look at the companion, drink the wine from the bowl, and fill the bowl with his own hands. He feels enough and said, "Are you Mr. Zhang Wei in Shibao?"

The "Shibao" two words and one exit, the shopkeeper who stood nearby and only waited for the legs to be soft, almost squatted on the ground, touched the gold in his arms and found it to be exceptionally hard.

"Well, I am Zhang Wei."

“Do you still teach in Shibao?”

"I haven't taught, I have left the Fort."

The owner’s legs re-emerged, and the seven alcoholic drinkers at the same table also showed a rest assured smile. The short-smelling alcoholic spit out a sigh of relief. “So, then we can chat a few words. Is the Dragon King still not stupid? Hundreds of thousands of North The cavalry was for him to drive. This is the glory that the Westerners have never had since ancient times. They took the Yucheng City and attacked it... But on the mountain, but he gave up his hand, but he gave up. What is going on? I can guarantee that the North Court army will only enter the customs. The people of Saitama City, dare not say all, at least 90%, immediately surrender."

"There is no long-term concern, there must be near worries." Drinking gossip is more delicious than the delicious dishes. The cautious white-haired drinker can't help but join in. "I want to say that the Dragon King is a smart person, and the prosperity of Yuyu City depends on What is it? It is not hard work, nor a superior position, but a balance. The Central Plains, the North Court, the Shule, and the Three Kingdoms are equal to the Three Kingdoms. Therefore, the Yuyu City can bring together the strange things of the world. If the Dragon King uses the North Court Cavalry To win the Saitama City, it is equal to only one master, and the communication with the Central Plains will end."

The pockmarker sitting next to him patted the table heavily. "Yes, don't look at the North Court, it's now split, it won't take long to re-power. The Dragon King doesn't have to use the North Cavalry. He is afraid to lead the wolf into the room. It is."

The chunky alcoholic was attacked and not at all discouraged. "You said everything is good, but you forgot one thing. Does the Dragon King care about the prosperity of Saitama City? He wants revenge, even if he destroys Saitama City, he doesn't care. ”

"The Dragon King is going to take revenge, but he refuses the North Court cavalry, saying that he still cares about Yuyucheng. How can he become a too stupid reason?"

"Dragon King does not care about Yuyu City, it is too arrogant, thinking that with tens of thousands of dragons, you can defeat the mountain."

"What do you want to say? Is the Dragon King too stupid or arrogant?"

......

The two groups of people competed for red and red, but the wine did not drink less. Zhang Huan still had a cup of tea, as if listening, and seemed to be thinking about his own thoughts.

"Mr. Zhang, you don't drink alcohol, you can't say anything, but we are a little embarrassed." The white-haired drinker paused to argue.

"Right, I heard that Mr. Zhang had taught Dragon King before. What do you think of him?" The white fat drinker is in a disadvantage and is eager to get support.

Zhang Wei took a breath and put down the teacup. "The Dragon King used to be a slave in the Stone Fort. What qualifications would I teach him?"

Zhang Hao’s tone was not small. The people found that the wine in the altar had not been finished yet, so they only pouted and did not express their opinions.

"Dragon King is not stupid, he is very clever, hehe, did not lead the North Court cavalry attacking thousands of rides, in fact, he escaped." Zhang Wei continued.

"How do you say this?" The white-haired guest told everyone's doubts.

"The One Step King has already dedicated Qianqianguan to the Central Plains. The Dragon King only needs to start, and is declaring war on the Central Plains."

"The Central Plains army is far away from here. When they kill, the stone fort is turned into gray?"

"How about turning into ash? The stone fort is dead, but the people inside are alive. The one-step king only needs to avoid the half-year, and can use the Central Plains to annihilate the Dragon Army, and then return the North Court back, everything is restored, except The one-step king will become the real king, and the dragon king will be the same as never before."

Zhang Wei is getting more and more arrogant in the eyes of everyone, and the chunky drinker snorted. "The king will escape? Mr. Zhang thinks too simple. Although you teach in Shibao, I am afraid I have never seen the king several times. Let's go."

Zhang Wei refused to debate with him. His words had already been finished, and his relationship with the One Step King could not be explained to outsiders.

The shopkeeper has been listening. At this time, he said: "Mr. Zhang’s guess is actually quite reasonable. You have heard that, Shibao has a large number of abolished killers. For a long time, he has not recruited apprentices. Is this not a sign to avoid the limelight? ”

"Don't all the abolished killers join the Tianshan sect?" The chunky drinker was a bit disdainful. "Tianshan sect is now a name for the stone fort, and they are arrogant..."

"Do you dissatisfied with the Tianshan sect?" said a voice at the door.

A middle-aged knifeman walked slowly, and behind him, two indifferent young swordsmen stood by the door and watched with vigilance.

"Du...Du..." The squatter was scared to fall off the chair, and all the other alcoholic guests bowed their heads and pretended not to know him.

"In the next step, meet Mr. Zhang."

The Tianshan patriarch, the most powerful figure in the city of Saitama in recent months, humbly bowed to a teacher who left Shibao.

The other six alcoholic guests, along with the shopkeeper, also consciously squatted on the ground, secretly swearing their greed.

"In the future, this is the general rudder of the Tianshan sect." Zhang Hao's tone is still cold, watching the shivering shopkeeper, "The deposit has already been accepted, open a total price."

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