Qing Zhu 'niang left the stronghold and returned to the wine shop. She saw that Xu Lang was still there, reading. Until today, the skinny monkey, whose name she still did not know, was squatting by the side in a daze. This scoundrel was gluttonous and lazy, bullied the weak and feared the strong; he had all the faults he should have. However, compared to the bandits on the mountain who would easily chop melons and cut vegetables, he was indeed less capable and more cowardly, so he did not appear as abominable. These past few years, he often came here to help with some trivial matters, so it was certain that he could not control his eyes. However, unexpectedly, he had never done something as perverted as pricking the window paper to peep at her bathing and coming out of the bath. This made her somewhat have a whole new level of respect for him. In this mountain, who did not believe in the principle of seeking riches and honor in the midst of danger? The skinny monkey became a distinct anomaly, and also a good-for-nothing example. She heard that the first time he killed someone under the guise of allegiance, he did not completely chop a woodcutter to death with a single chop. His tears and snot flowed profusely, and he even had to carry the woodcutter to see a doctor. Fortunately, there was a brother watching from the side, who helped him stab the woodcutter to end his life, and only then was he allowed to enter the stronghold. However, if one were to say that because of this, she was willing to spend a few nights with this skinny monkey, that would be too preposterous. She still preferred a more scholarly man.
Seeing the shrewish Qing Zhu 'niang, the skinny monkey could only rely on his large chest hair to pretend to be a man to squeeze out a smile. He did not dare to talk to her, and only pretended to worm his way into being friends with the young man. He asked, "Hey, surnamed Xu, do you know that a major event has happened in Jianghu?"
Hsu Fengnian put down the Orange Prefecture geography book that he had stolen from This Old Man's son. He laughed and asked, "What's the matter? Tell me. "
The skinny monkey stood up and swaggered over to sit across from him. Seeing him take the initiative to push a plate of peanuts over, his originally somewhat nervous mood calmed down a lot, and he quietly became a bit more carefree. He threw a peanut into his mouth, and with one foot on the bench, he clicked his tongue and said, "A few days ago I went to the city and went to a restaurant with a brother who works as a servant. Do you know which restaurant it is? A meal at Fengxian Restaurant costs a few taels of silver … "
The woman who could not stand this skinny monkey's blind bragging smacked him on the back with a broom and laughed, "If you have something to fart to say, say it quickly! With your poor life, how could you know any brother who works as a servant? Going to Fengxian Tavern to drink? Why didn't you just say that you were going to Jiang Ge to visit a courtesan? Isn't that more impressive? "
The skinny monkey, whose face was flushed red, swallowed his anger back into his stomach. His imposing manner was weakened by seventy to eighty percent. He said embarrassedly, "Woman, you have long hair and short knowledge. You are looking down on me …"
Seeing that Qing Zhu 'niang was about to raise the broom and smash it down, the skinny monkey-like man hurriedly said, "Do you know that the Peach Blossom Sword God, Đồng Thái, has come from Liyang?"
Hsu Fengnian nodded.
"Let's talk later." Qing Zhuniang went into the house and took out some meat and wine before sitting down.
The skinny monkey-like man smelled the fragrance on her body and swallowed his saliva. He said in high spirits, "Didn't the third most powerful Sword God in the world go to compete with our Military God? Guess what happened?"
Qing Zhuniang was not in the mood to guess riddles, but Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "He should have lost."
The skinny monkey slapped his thigh. "Wrong!"
"What are you yelling for!" Qing Zhuniang, who was startled, picked up the broom under her feet and rushed over. The skinny monkey, who was slapped to the ground, did not dare to be angry with her. After sitting up straight, he lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "He was going to lose. That Sword God even broke the peach blossom branch. He fought with the Military God of Tuoba from morning to night, and then from night to morning. I don't know how many days and nights they fought. Oh, Qing Zhuniang, don't hit me, don't hit me. I'll get to the point. At the critical moment when victory was decided, oh, no, when Đồng Thái was about to lose, all the hundreds and thousands of masters watching heard a sentence. It came from thousands of miles away, from the sky! "
Qing Zhuniang's face was full of sarcasm. She sneered and said, "You are talking nonsense again, aren't you? Do you think you are a storyteller telling a fairy tale? "
The skinny monkey said with a thick neck, "It is absolutely true!"
Hsu Fengnian poured a bowl of wine and did not forget to pour a bowl for Qing Zhuniang and the skinny monkey as well. He said softly with a smile, "Continue."
The skinny monkey glanced at Qing Zhuniang. As for whether he wanted to cut her face or her chest, it was unknown. Then he said, "I heard a sentence, 'Đồng Thái, I want to borrow a sword from you. Do you dare to take it?'"
Hsu Fengnian raised his wrist to take the wine. He stopped there and did not drink.
The skinny monkey was about to slap his thigh, but when he thought of what had just happened, he retracted his hand and said with a fascinated expression, "Then the Sword God Deng replied, 'Đồng Thái, why wouldn't I dare? Thank you, Li Chungang, for opening the mountain for our swordsmanship! ' What happened next was even more frightening. A sword fell from the sky and into the hands of the Peach Blossom Sword God. Then he fought the Military God of Tuoba to a draw. "
No matter how soul-stirring the battle was, when it fell into the mouth of someone like the skinny monkey, there was always a lack of chewiness.
Qing Zhuniang was skeptical. She had more doubts than she believed. She looked sideways and saw the young scholar drinking with his head lowered.
The skinny monkey sighed and said in a muffled voice, "They are all celestial beings flying around. I don't know if I will be able to catch a glimpse of them from afar in this lifetime."
Qing Zhuniang did not think too deeply and asked casually, "Who is this Li Chungang? Who can lend a sword to the third most powerful person in the world, the Peach Blossom Sword God? "
The skinny monkey, who had emptied his stomach, said weakly, "He is probably a great swordsman from Liyang."
Qing Zhuniang saw the young scholar raise his head. It was a stiff face with no expression. He put down the bowl and said, "He is a one-armed old man with a sheepskin coat."
The skinny monkey curled his lips and said, "Who are you trying to fool? A one-armed old man can ride a sword for thousands of miles? You speak as if you have seen him before. "
The young scholar smiled sadly and said, "I will never see him again."
The skinny monkey did not know what to say to warm up the atmosphere. He saw Qing Zhuniang go into the house to work. After eating more than half of the wine, meat and peanuts, he felt bored and went back to the mountain.
Qing Zhuniang stood at the door from time to time and glanced at Xu Lang. There was a long sword with a green scabbard on the table. She squinted her red phoenix eyes that even she would be jealous of. She just pursed her lips and stared blankly.
Other than two meals, he just sat there. Qing Zhuniang still couldn't sleep even after the sky darkened. Through the window, she saw the flickering oil lamp outside. She put on her clothes and walked out, asking softly, "Do you want some wine?"
He turned his head and smiled. He said softly, "No need."
She still went to get a jar of wine. It was one of the few remaining good wine. After opening the seal, the aroma filled the air. She said, "I will drink by myself."
After drinking a few bowls, she asked, "You really don't want to drink?"
He shook his head and said, "Just drink. I will wait for you to get drunk and have sex."
The woman, who was amused, really started drinking alone. She drank heartily and did not lose to those men who boasted that they could only nod their heads if they were killed.
As she drank, she began to speak in detail, "Just like the saying in my hometown, a hairless bird is taken care of by the heavens. In any case, I somehow managed to survive. I was afraid of death and felt that it was too ugly to hang myself. How painful would it be to slit your throat and stab your stomach with a kitchen knife? A chaste and pure woman, I really can't do it. "
This woman, who used to rub ink with her bare hands and add incense with her red sleeves, was also Qing Zhuniang, who used to make human meat buns. She was drunk and her eyes were hazy with tears.
"That husband of mine did not do anything bad, but he did too many good things. The maids in the house were all poor children. When they made mistakes, he was not willing to punish them severely. I was always the good guy and the bad guy. The farmlands that we rented out were not of good years. They said that they received IOU, but they piled up year after year. How could they ask for it back? How did they die? Since you are heroes who enforce justice on behalf of the heavens, why don't you just rob the rich to help the poor? Why do you have to kill everyone before you stop? The people you killed were all good people who were no worse than you! "
Hsu Fengnian said calmly, "The last time I saw my eldest sister who had married far away, I advised her to go home. She refused, saying that the first marriage depends on the family, and the second marriage depends on the body. I knew she was waiting for someone. "
The woman laughed and cried, "Did she wait?"
Hsu Fengnian nodded and said, "She waited, but I would rather not wait."
She turned her head and wiped her tears. She stopped drinking and sobbing.
The two of them were silent.
With a bang, the drunk woman knocked her head on the table. Her lips trembled as she stretched out a hand and said softly, "My daughter, if she was still alive, she should be this tall, right?"
She raised her outstretched hand slightly, and the fingers of the hand that pressed against the table stiffened. "Taller."
Hsu Fengnian said, "Ever since I picked up the blade and started practicing martial arts, I don't think I have done a single good deed that has anything to do with helping the weak. Today, I'll be unreasonable. Tell me who you want to kill, and I'll kill that person."
She just turned her head and looked at this stranger who was becoming more and more unfamiliar. She asked, "If you kill someone, will my daughter be able to live and grow taller under my watch?"
Hsu Fengnian carried the Spring and Autumn Sword on his back and walked up the mountain.
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