Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

The unlucky wine bowl hit the ground with a crisp sound.

Baihu's hands were very strong, and the broken porcelain pieces flew everywhere along with the wine.

The drinkers in the tavern stood up in shock, and groups of people screamed and ran out of the door in a hurry. Soon, only Yuchang Army soldiers and Jianghu warriors were left in the tavern.

The waiter had shrunk and hid in a corner, just in time to come to Di Dongqing's side.

Di Dongqing saw his shoulder trembling, so she patted him on the shoulder and asked in a low voice, "Little brother, are you alright?"

The waiter in the shop was quite young, he raised his head and looked under the bamboo hat, saw the other party's concerned expression, relaxed a little, and said tremblingly: "I... I'm afraid that this kind of thing will happen, the shopkeeper hasn't come back yet, what should I do... ...I beg them not to draw their swords..."

The hands of both sides have been pressed on the handle of the knife.

The warrior with a loud voice stood in the front and said with a sneer, "The prince's orders are in front of you, do you dare to touch our people?"

Bai Hu's brows were frowned, and the anger on his face became even worse: "The imperial order is a piece of shit, bloody revenge, how can we not avenge it."

With a loud voice, Jiang suddenly raised his foot and kicked over the bench in front of him: "Hey, I haven't avenged my revenge yet, so I might as well kill you first!"

The sound of drawing a knife resounded.

There is only a distance of a table between the two parties, and they are about to rush forward and kill each other.Di Dongqing also sweated, in such a small room, if the two sides faced each other with swords, it was hard to guarantee that no one would die.

He had clenched his fists and was about to make a move.

A gust of wind moved ahead of him.

Of course the wind doesn't move by itself, it comes from the railing on the second floor.

What instigates the wind is not a knife or a sword, not even a pointed needle or a hidden weapon, but a chopstick.

Chopsticks are just ordinary chopsticks without sharp tips or hard bodies.However, it was inserted firmly into the tabletop, and it was easier to carve a hole out of thin air than to carve into the solid wood surface.

The table pierced by the chopsticks happened to be the one between the two parties.

The chopstick stick stood abruptly in the center of the table, shaking slightly, making a thin buzzing sound, no louder than the cry of a mosquito.

But Di Dongqing heard the vibration from a distance, because the two sides who were at war with each other stopped their hands and kept silent, becoming quieter than mosquitoes.

They are all martial arts practitioners, and they all understand how delicate strength and steady kung fu is needed to chisel the chopsticks into the table, and to chisel them in the middle impartially.

They all wanted to see who was throwing the chopsticks.

Di Dongqing wanted to see it too. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the wind, and saw a head protruding from the railing on the second floor, with hair disheveled like a bird's nest.

He was a middle-aged man, wearing a gray-brown coarse cloth shirt with a soft belt tied around his waist. The collar on one side was not flattened, and stood abruptly on the side of his neck.

His expression was as casual as his clothes, he scratched his head and asked, "Didn't you bother everyone's elegant mood?"

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, it would be hard to believe that such a sloppy person could use such superb martial arts.

All the drinkers downstairs were staring at him.

He shouted loudly, "Who are you?"

Baihu said in a deep voice, "Why are you?"

His eyes wandered among the crowd, and he raised the corners of his mouth again, and said with a smile: "Brothers, don't be so impatient, I bought the money for the drink today, let's not fight here, fighting is worse than drinking. "

With a loud voice, he spat loudly: "Hey, I haven't avenged my revenge yet, who wants to drink with my enemy."

Walking downstairs, he said as he walked: "You are all soldiers in the army, and the reason why the military order is like a mountain, everyone understands that even if you seek revenge, you can't find the wrong person." On the hilt of the person's knife, "Come, come, put away the knife, when is the time for retribution."

Although the tone was light, the strength of the hands was unambiguous, and they pushed both of their knives into the sheaths.

The loud voice changed his face, the expression in his eyes changed from arrogance to vigilance, he stared at him for a long time, and finally sat down slowly.

Seeing that the other party had withdrawn, Bai Hu also waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to withdraw their sabers.

The tense air in the store finally eased, Baihu didn't sit down immediately, but looked at the man's face, and asked: "Master Shen, you are also a Qianhu anyway, so humiliating yourself, how can you save face?"

The man called Mr. Shen shrugged his shoulders: "This is what I said, why is it humiliating to invite someone to drink? Could it be that Mr. Zhang is not willing to give me face?"

Baihu realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, bowed his head and cupped his hands and said, "Don't dare."

"That's good," Mr. Shen patted him on the shoulder, "The manager of this shop is my friend, I can't just sit and watch his shop being smashed by you."

Baihu was silent for a moment, and said, "You can still ask us to fight."

Lord Shen was startled for a moment, then laughed and said, "It would be too wasteful to fight in such a beautiful night. Look, there is still a pair of beauties lingering under the peach blossom tree outside. We can't disturb Fengyue, right? In any case, drinking is better than fighting." At this point, he waved to the waiter in the corner, "Brother, bring another ten jars of good wine, and I will count them all on my account."

The waiter in the shop was surprised: "The wine is gone..."

"You can go to the side to buy, come, take the silver."

The waiter in the shop was terrified, and quickly walked out the door with the silver in his hand. Di Dongqing followed behind the waiter in the night, and patted him on the shoulder from behind: "Little brother, dare to ask that Mr. Shen about his background."

The waiter turned around and asked suspiciously, "Guest officer, are you...?"

"Oh, I'm transporting grain and grass. This is the first time I've been in the city. I'm not familiar with the place, so I'm asking you..."

"So that's how it is," the waiter in the shop let out a long sigh of relief, "That Lord Shen Zhaoyun is also a military master. He usually doesn't show his talents and has great martial arts skills, but he is a coward. , because of the big money, the popularity is not bad... By the way, can you help me carry a few jars of wine later, I will give you the money for the wine."

"No problem." Di Dongqing responded immediately, took two steps to walk side by side with the waiter, and then asked, "He doesn't look like a person from Anyi based on his accent."

"No, no," said the waiter, waving his hands, "I brought them from Baling. I usually dip boiled edamame with red sauce, which is amazing."

Di Dongqing chuckled, and asked again, "When did he come to Anyi?"

"This... Let me think about it. It didn't take long, less than a year, and he was promoted to the head of a thousand households. It is said that he was clever and good at martial arts, unlike my stubborn cousin who was in the prince's mansion. After working for ten years, he is still a waiter... Hey, my shopkeeper said that he could still be promoted, but he seems to be satisfied with the status quo and doesn't want to be a high-ranking official, who knows..."

The shop waiter talked more and more, and seemed to have completely let down his vigilance. Di Dongqing took advantage of the situation and asked: "Then does he have a family?"

"No, he usually goes in and out alone. That's why he dared to spend so much money to invite people to drink. If it were my cousin, he would have been disgusted by my sister-in-law long ago..."

"From what you said, Mr. Shen is really a weird person."

"Isn't it true that you act recklessly, come and go like the wind, never plan for the future, as if every day is the last day, but it's a bit enviable..."

Di Dongqing was very excited when he heard the shop waiter's broken words, this Mr. Shen was most likely the one he was looking for.

He can't wait to turn back immediately.But since he had agreed to help the shop waiter carry the wine, he absolutely couldn't go back on his word, so he pretended to be leisurely, carried the heavy jar on his shoulder, and chatted with him while walking slowly back to the shop.

There was still a din in the store, and the two parties who were almost facing each other just now sat down, continuing to enjoy the food and drink as if nothing had happened.

Di Dongqing put down the wine jar and looked around impatiently.However, Mr. Shen has disappeared.