Wine of this era.

To be honest, you can just switch to something that is a little drinkable, and you can easily finish it in a big bowl. The wine in Xuji Dog Meat Shop should also be aged, with an alcohol content of about 20 to 30 degrees, but that's it.

That's all. In reality, Zhao Futu was used to drinking liquor with an alcohol content of 50 to 60 degrees, so he felt no pressure at all when drinking this kind of wine.

Wine promotes blood circulation and removes blood stasis. Practitioners are not prohibited from drinking alcohol.

Among those who practice Taoism, there are not many people who are good at wine. Zhao Futu also drank wine and looked for recipes to make medicinal wine.

During the Alchemy Week, there were times when he needed some external help, so he maintained the habit of drinking one or two medicated wines every day. This habit even lasted for nearly a year.

When Zhao Futu sat down in the shop, the shop owner immediately brought a plate of dog meat. The dog meat was stewed very badly, and the aroma was fragrant. However, it was made up of large pieces of dog meat connected together. When you eat it, use your hands.

Tear open the food. Zhao Futu had been on the road for a day and was already very hungry, so he unceremoniously grabbed a dog leg and swallowed it in three mouthfuls.

"Good dog meat!" Zhao Futu praised after eating half a catty in one go.

As the saying goes, 'If the dog meat rolls three times, the gods will not be able to sit still'!

People who don’t eat dog meat don’t understand the joy of dog meat. Everyone loves dogs in different ways. Zhao Futu is a person who likes dog meat.

He ate a pound of stewed dog meat that was full of aroma, then picked up the jug and drank without using a cup. He drank half of the jug in one go, took a long breath, and praised: "Good wine!

Good meat!”

The shop owner on the side was also a little surprised. He had also seen people who were good at eating meat and drinking.

But he has not seen many people who can eat and drink like this. In just a minute or two, he ate a pound of dog meat and drank a bottle of wine. This appetite is too good. But

, he didn’t dare to say anything, so he quickly picked up another large piece of meat and handed it over. Then he took out a bottle of wine. Zhao Futu’s clothes were quite extraordinary, and he didn’t look like someone who couldn’t afford money.

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"Come! Have a drink with me!"

When the middle-aged swordsman saw Zhao Futu eating so happily, he became more and more attracted to him.

The way he just ate it was not an exaggeration to say that he was gobbling it up. If he were polite, he would definitely look down upon it, but this middle-aged swordsman thought it was very appetizing. This is how a man should eat, and he was like a tiger descending a mountain!

Zhao Futu sat on another table, raised the wine bottle and drank in one sip. The true energy in his body was circulating continuously. It is an exaggeration to say that he would not get drunk after a thousand cups of wine, but he would have no problem with a jar of wine.

The two of them didn't speak. They just toasted and drank one glass at a time, and soon there were several wine bottles on the table.

There was no exchange of words between the two parties, and they continued to eat until it got dark.

at this time.

Usually around seven or eight o'clock in the evening, there won't be many people around.

This is due to the times. Usually at this time, people have already eaten and then hid under the covers to carry out human-creation activities.

Due to the limitations of the times, there are too few entertainment projects, leaving only human beings to play with.

"Money!" The middle-aged swordsman looked at the sky, threw a piece of silver on the table, and said to the shop owner who was waiting carefully on the side.

He was quite generous with his offer. He didn't even bother waiting for the store to give him change. He stood up and was about to walk out.

But at this moment!

A big man carrying a gold-backed sword and a group of people came to the front of the shop aggressively.

The leader was a scarred man in his forties. He angrily stopped in front of the middle-aged swordsman and said in a deep voice: "Xiahou! You killed my brother! You won't give me an explanation today."

, I’m afraid don’t even think about leaving so easily!”

When Zhao Futu saw something moving outside, he immediately became interested.

He picked up the jug and filled up a glass without any intention of taking action. These people were all ordinary martial arts people. Even he could easily deal with seventeen or eight people, not to mention the middle-aged people in front of him who put a lot of pressure on him.

I am a swordsman now.

He tore off a piece of dog meat and put it in his mouth, ready to sit and watch the show!

However, Zhao Futu's calculation was indeed correct. The middle-aged swordsman in front of him was Xia Hou, the first-class swordsman who had been looking for Yan Chixia to compete for seven years, but lost for seven years! This man's martial arts is very good.

Gao, had been trying to defeat Yan Chixia and get the title of 'The Best Sword in the World', but he never expected that Yan Chixia would never be her opponent. As a result, she met Nie Xiaoqian in Lanruo Temple, and was killed by the Millennium Tree.

The demon drained the essence and blood and died!

This person is very skilled in martial arts, but he doesn't know how to do it.

For a martial arts master like him to meet that kind of thousand-year-old monster, it's totally a waste of time!

Xiahou Swordsman had a look of indifference on his face, but his cold eyes revealed a murderous aura. Even an ordinary person could feel that this man was not an easy person to talk to, and the year of killing was very heavy in his heart.

He glanced coldly at the middle-aged man who stopped him, his eyes passed over the scars on his face, and then turned to the calloused hands, a hint of interest suddenly appearing in his expression.

The Xiahou swordsman gently pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword and said solemnly: "Since he dares to challenge me, he should be willing to die by my sword!"

"But why did you kill the other two people!?" The middle-aged man shouted with the scar on his face twisted into a ball.

Xiahou Swordsman frowned and said solemnly: "They dare to use such despicable methods as Li Li, so they should certainly die!"

Although this Xiahou swordsman has a strong murderous aura, he never kills innocent people indiscriminately. He seems to be addicted to martial arts and is very utilitarian, otherwise he would not have spent seven years looking for Yan Chixia. He kills people.

He is merciless, but he does not kill innocent people. This can be seen from his actions after meeting Ning Caichen. Otherwise, Yan Chixia would not have been annoyed by him for seven years.

, instead of taking his life, he was forced to fight with him again and again!

This person is very utilitarian, but he is not a truly evil person!

You know, Yan Chixia is also the number one evil spirit, and she has dozens, if not a hundred, of lives under her control.

He made the gangsters everywhere frightened by the news, and many corrupt officials were frightened when they heard his name! This is also the reason why Yan Chixia could not stay in the officialdom later. Zhao Futu inquired and found out one thing, that is

Although no one dared to offend Yan Chixia, many people in the officialdom ostracized him and used many shady tricks behind his back.

After all, when you are an official in a place like the Central Plains, there is a principle of not being greedy!

Naturally, there is no room for people like Yan Chixia to exist.

………………

"You!..." The middle-aged man couldn't get off the stage.

Behind him were some 70 or 80-year-old men, all carrying swords on their backs. He looked like a member of the martial arts world at first glance. Since he was here today, if the other party just said a few words and backed away, his reputation would be ruined.

It was a bit unbearable. As Zhao Futu expected, the two sides talked for a few words and finally took action after the talks collapsed.

He had already guessed this outcome from the beginning.

As soon as Xiahou Swordsman made a move, Zhao Futu paid close attention to his swordsmanship. Since this person could compete with Yan Chixia, his martial arts skills were naturally very high. He dared to come out to compete for the title of "The Best Swordsman in the World". Xiahou Swordsman

There will definitely be two brushes on the body.

Seeing the flickering sword light, the Xiahou swordsman had already jumped into the surroundings of those people in the world. He didn't care about one against ten, but locked his eyes on the scarred man at the head, and said solemnly:

"You are qualified to compete with me!"

After saying that, with a clang, the Xiahou swordsman had already pulled out his sword. The light of the sword was like frost. As soon as the sword was unsheathed, his aura changed drastically, and the bleak murderous aura became more and more intense, faintly.

There was also a faint smell of blood. Obviously, the sword in Xiahou's hand had killed other people today! He swung the sword up, his sword skills were dazzling, and in less than a breath, the scarred face was

The big man had been forced to the point where he had no power to fight back!

"What a fast sword!" Zhao Futu observed silently.

pity.

This Xiahou swordsman's swordsmanship was fast, but his strength was insufficient, so he lost his accuracy.

Moreover, Zhao Futu discovered something. Although the Xiahou swordsman's swordsmanship was powerful, his internal skills were very average. He did not have any profound internal skills. He only learned some ordinary internal skills. Such internal skills would definitely not be as good as the ones he practiced later.

Yan Chixia learned the authentic internal skills of Xuanmen. Moreover, if a swordsman cannot keep up with his internal skills, he will probably be unable to continue after a period of fighting, and by then he may not be able to sustain himself.

However, Zhao Futu must say that this man's sword is really fast!

"The chance of winning is at most three points!" Zhao Futu compared it. If he fought with swordsmanship, he would have a chance of winning at most three points.

But if other abilities are added, then there is more than a nine-point chance of winning.

Because Xiahou Swordsman obviously has an explosive fighting style, as long as Zhao Futu survives his burst, by the time his internal strength cannot keep up with the consumption, the opponent will be at his mercy.

Heads flew up and blood splattered everywhere!

The Xiahou swordsman actually didn't have any scruples and just killed people in this town.

He pierced the scarred man's heart with one move, then turned around and pounced on him, beheading several heads with a few moves.

When the gangsters who were seeking revenge on him saw that the situation was not good, they immediately turned around and ran away. However, the Xiahou swordsman refused to give up and chased after him. With a flash of sword light, a bullet flew up.

Soon, only two or three people were left in the group. Xiahou Swordsman swung his sword again and cut off a head.

Then he caught up with the last person who wanted to escape!

But.

Just when his sword was released, a cold light suddenly flew from the distance, followed by a crisp sound, and a sword flew into the air, blocking the sharp sword swung by the Xiahou swordsman!

Xiahou Swordsman looked surprised, and then his face showed a joyful expression.

He allowed the man to escape, stood solemnly in the deserted street, and slowly pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword again.

The momentum suddenly resembled a sharp sword! (To be continued)
Chapter completed!