Wandering the Immortals and Martial Heavens

"I am obsessed with the prehistoric universe, and I look forward to the coming and going of the cold and the summer. Tonight and when to return, ask me where I come from."

Sitting in front of the window, Jing Zhou looked at the people coming and going downstairs, accompanied by the yelling in his ears, and lamented the impermanence of the world. He never thought that one day, he would come to this strange and familiar world.

Fortunately, he is alone, without care.

As we all know, all those who have become great weapons and have boundless mana are lonely!

After touching Duanyu on his neck, which had followed him through time, Jing Zhou smiled.

This smile almost made the little ladies in the opposite building unable to hold back, and threw the soul away, and one of them even said "enemy, darling~"

"My lord, the old daughter you want, Hong, is here."

"Haha, good job! I have a bucket of wine, so I don't want to get drunk again. I hope you will drink for a long time, and don't make people grow gray!"

Xiao Er held a jar of wine, and brought it up with a smile on his face.

Judging from the appearance of the young man's clothes, he must be a young man from a big family.

This kind of romantic person is not short of money. Maybe, if he is lucky, he can reward himself a lot.

In their line of business, what they pay attention to is a good eye. If they serve the nobles well, the rewards they receive may be more than monthly money.This is his experience as a sophomore for many years.

"Well, go on, don't look for the extra, I'll reward you."

Jing Zhou casually took out a piece of broken silver from the purse at his waist, and threw it to Xiao Er.

He gave out a piece of silver as a reward, and he didn't feel bad at all. A hero must have the demeanor of a hero!

As for how Jing Zhou got his money, of course it was by robbing the rich and helping the poor.

In the rivers and lakes, people who are not benevolent for the rich are always the kind of people who "do good to help the poor". Naturally, Jing Zhou will not feel guilty about this elegant matter of stepping on the moon and leaving a fragrance.

Robbing other people's wealth and helping one's own poor, killing two birds with one stone, there is absolutely no reason not to do it.

"Well, I haven't been to the old Wang's house in the east of the city. I don't have much money left in the bag. Maybe I have to go to the old Wang's house tonight."

"Old Liu over there is in his [-]s and [-]s, and he has taken a concubine from the seventh room. He is not short of money, so maybe the son will arrange it for him the day after tomorrow."

This "act of righteousness" passed through Jing Zhou's mind in an instant.

The little boy grinned, and when he saw the silver, he showed his teeth, and caught the silver with a smirk, thanking him non-stop.

After deducting the money for the wine, there was still a lot of silver left over, which was enough for him to save for a long time.

You must know that ordinary people use copper coins, and silver is rare in the market, and its value is naturally much higher than that of copper coins.

This kind of nobleman is really generous!It's not in vain for him to spare no effort to serve him.

The second dog next door still looked down upon him as a second child, but how did he know that not everyone can do this second brother.

Seeing all directions, listening to all directions, how dare you be a sophomore without any real kung fu?

Jing Zhou lifted the silk and satin that sealed the mouth of the wine jar, and poured himself a small cup.

"Pour the strongest wine in the world, and lie on the tall buildings in Chang'an", fighting wine and reciting poems, romantic and suave, who doesn't yearn for it?

Now that he has this opportunity, of course he wants to experience it.

Daughter Red is originally a rice wine made from glutinous rice. It is said that the wine contains six flavors of sweet, sour, hard, fresh and astringent.

A glass of wine into the throat, reminiscent of the flavors of life.Now he has tasted the No.1 wine in the martial arts world.

Probably because he watched too many TV shows in his previous life, and he always had a plot of daughter red in his heart, but now Xiaoao, daughter red, bamboo leaf green, he has tried all the wines in the world.

"Tsk tsk, that's the thing about the old daughter's red taste."

As for ordering this wine to drink, it is just that I used to see literati or heroes like to drink a few sips of daughter's red.

In this world of martial arts, if you don't try this famous wine, you will be really sorry for your experience.

I just don't know what Yan Chunjun's famous Guang Han Guang tastes like. . .

"Baby, you have such a big tone, such a good wine is actually looked down upon by you, could it be that I used to drink pee?"

"Yes, Brother Chen is right. What kind of insight does this child with no hair grow?"

"As far as I'm concerned, it might be from a certain country. I don't know much about it. Who doesn't know that the wine in this shop is famous for hundreds of miles around, let alone the old daughter red!"

Five people came up downstairs, the leader was about eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in brocade clothes, with a sword hanging from his waist, followed by four men in green clothes, each with a sword hanging on his waist, holding a pheasant and a rabbit in his hand.

The person who spoke last stood at the back of the line and did not see what Jing Zhou was wearing.Otherwise, just seeing the Zichen clothes made of the best silk in Suzhou, they would never have said such words.

There are dark golden lotus flowers on the purple robe, and a white jade pendant hanging from the waist for boating in the distant mountains. If you hold a folding fan in your hand, people will sigh: "What a romantic and suave young man like jade."

"Brother, don't blame me. Lin Pingzhi of the Fuwei Escort Bureau, just now the head of the Escorts said they were rude, and they still look at Haihan."

When Lin Pingzhi went upstairs, he saw Jing Zhou, and felt that the life in front of him was very handsome.

He secretly looked at the man, afraid that he would be angry because of the words of the guards.

Seeing the smile on the man's face, Lin Pingzhi heaved a sigh of relief, and secretly sighed that this noble son is a gentleman with a big heart.

Jing Zhou looked along the voice, and just met the eyes of those people, he was not annoyed, raised his glass to them and smiled, and continued: "Some people like Zhuyeqing, some people like Nurhong, but I only love peach blossom drunk , it’s okay, it’s okay.”

Lin Pingzhi immediately thought: "Whose son is this?"

He only felt that the young man in front of him was refined and extraordinary, and his demeanor was indescribably chic.

In the past, many people praised his appearance, but in terms of appearance, Lin Pingzhi couldn't help feeling that he was slightly inferior.

What's more, that noble young master has a charm that he can't describe, and this is exactly what he doesn't have.

Usually he was surrounded by bodyguards. Although these people respected him, some were for money and some were for power. It was always a bit worse. When meeting such people, Lin Pingzhi couldn't help but get in touch with them more.

Hearing Jing Zhou's words, he said, "Can Xiongtai sit at your table?"

Jing Zhou said with a smile: "Ye Yu picks up spring leeks, and new cooks use yellow beams."

For this tragic boy, Jing Zhou's feelings are complicated.Looking at the entire martial arts world, there should be no one worse than Lin Pingzhi.

It would be fine to say that a person who commits all kinds of crimes has a miserable life, but a young man who has just entered the rivers and lakes and has a narrow mind suffers a sudden disaster, which makes people feel a little more sympathetic.

The bodyguards were rough people, they couldn't understand what Na Shilaozi said, what the hell was that, so he couldn't help feeling that the young man was not kind.

Damn, is this letting them sit down or not?What kind of work is this and that, it makes people feel uncomfortable, why not just say yes or no!

Few people were allowed to think for a moment, only to hear the man say softly:

"If you want to sit, just sit..."