In Zuiyue Tower, the aroma of wine and meat is connected. In addition, there are also the noise of wine customers and the shouts of waiters in the waiter in the pavilion store, which are very lively.

Ye Xuan sat on a table beside the window, picked up the good wine that the waiter had just delivered, and gently sipped it. Suddenly, a stream of spicy wine exploded in his mouth, and then flowed into his abdomen along his throat.

After a sudden talk, although the difference between the real good wine he had drunk, such as the Jade Witch, is simply a difference between heaven and earth, but this is a unique taste in the world. Even if the taste and texture are not much different, Ye Xuan still feels comfortable drinking.

While drinking wine and looking at the pedestrians outside the window, Ye Xuan felt like a dream.

A moment ago, I was struggling in the prehistoric world and was chased by someone. In this blink of an eye, I arrived in the Northern Song Dynasty again.

Well, this blink of an eye may have been a little longer. In more than a hundred years, there may have been many emperors in the world.

"The world's storm comes from our generation, and it's time to enter the world."

"Imperial Tu's hegemony is chatting and laughing, and I can't beat my life to be drunk!"

"Holding a sword and wielding a ghost rain, the bones are astonished as a mountain bird."

"The world is like a trendy person, I only sigh that a few people in the world are coming back!"

Before he knew it, Ye Xuan suddenly drank wine and thought of a poem he saw back then, and couldn't help but recite it.

"Okay, what a royal map is talking and laughing, it's a drunken life. What a poem, it's a white matter!" Suddenly, a heroic voice sounded at the restaurant, and then a big man not far from Ye Xuan laughed and raised the wine bowl in his hand, consciously thought to Ye Xuan, and drank it directly.

Ye Xuan turned his head and saw the man sitting on a table at five o'clock on his right. He was burly and about thirty years old. He was wearing a simple old cloth robe, a cloth hat, a square face with a national character, a high nose and wide mouth, thick eyebrows and big eyes, showing his heroic posture, which made people feel good about it.

In fact, when he came to this restaurant, everyone in the restaurant had already come into his eyes. In addition to him sitting alone with this man, there were several tables on it. Either middle-aged people wearing silk clothes or scholars wearing Confucian clothes, they were all different.

However, he was not interested in these people before. To him, these people were just strangers. Maybe he went into seclusion again, and these people were all dead, so what's the use of knowing each other?

However, when he heard the man toasting him, Ye Xuan turned his head, looked at the man, and raised the wine glass in his hand with a smile.

"Hmph, arrogant, you are fighting against the common people, and you are talking about the imperial edicts. It's so arrogant. There is no court rule in your eyes, and there is no official family yet?!" However, some people disdained the poems Ye Xuan recited, and felt that they were ruthless. They couldn't help but shouted coldly and looked at him with their eyebrows and eyes.

Ye Xuan turned his eyes and saw that he was a middle-aged man who looked thirty years old, with his eyebrows high, his nose and lips thin, and his beards, and his eyes flashed, and he said lightly, "Palm and mouth!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man looked in horror and saw that his hands were uncontrollably slapped himself.

Pa! Pa! Pa!!!~

With the crisp sounds, the middle-aged man's face was swollen quickly by himself.

The restaurant suddenly became in chaos. The middle-aged man's companions wanted to grab the middle-aged man's hands one by one, but they couldn't grasp them at all because they found that the middle-aged man's hands seemed to have suddenly increased their strength. They shook them out with a light swing, and then slapped them hard in the face.

He slapped dozens of times, and the middle-aged man's faces were swollen like pig's heads, his face was covered with blood, and his mouth fell out of his teeth, and then he stopped.

At this time, the middle-aged man fainted and fell softly to the ground.

The second floor of the entire restaurant suddenly fell into a strange silence. Everyone looked at Ye Xuan, who was still drinking by the window, with fear on his face.

Even the big man who toasted before changed his face slightly, his brows frowned, and he looked at Ye Xuan with a look of surprise. He didn't understand how Ye Xuan did this. When did such a strange master appear in the world again?

"Get out!" Ye Xuan didn't go to see these people, but just said lightly, and then continued to drink the wine in his glass as if it was nothing to do with him.

Listening to Ye Xuan's words, those people seemed to have received a general amnesty. The person who had sat with the middle-aged scholar before suddenly took the middle-aged scholar on the ground and rolled down the stairs.

The people at other tables seemed extremely frightened by this incident, and they also checked out and left the restaurant.

Seeing the people downstairs leaving in a embarrassed look, Ye Xuan sighed slightly, and his mood, which was originally pretty good, suddenly became a little worse.

"Things are all like this in the world. Why do you have to be as good as those people? If you don't dislike me, how about you? "At this time, the middle-aged man came over with a wine pot and a bowl. Without being polite, he sat down and smiled at Ye Xuanyi.

Ye Xuan looked at the middle-aged man again and found that his temples were high and bulging, his palms were thick, and he saw that he was a master in the martial arts world. He smiled slightly, poured a cup for himself, and greeted him from afar, "Please!"

"Haha, please!" Seeing Ye Xuan's response, the middle-aged man didn't dislike Ye Xuan just used a cup, but used a bowl himself. Haha, he raised the bowl in his hand and drank the wine in one gulp.

Seeing this middle-aged man so generous, Ye Xuan had a good impression of him. His mood just now dissipated. After drinking the wine in the glass, he looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Brother, how much alcohol is good!"

"Haha, although Qiao's alcohol tolerance is acceptable, it is not as good as his brother's poem. The poem on Brother's Day just now shocked Qiao. Come, Qiao is here to respect Brother's Day!" The middle-aged man poured himself a bowl of wine and took Ye Xuan.

"Brother Qiao is polite, I'm not hiding it. That poem is not what I did, but what I heard from others before. I just felt something in my heart just now, and then I chanted it out, making Brother Qiao laugh!" Ye Xuan did not admit that the poem was done by himself, but told the truth.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, but he seemed to be closer to Ye Xuan. He laughed and said, "Haha, brother, please speak quickly. Qiao admires him. If you don't have any feelings about your heart, Qiao will not hear such a stunning poem. If you do this, Qiao will even respect your brother, come on, so Qiao will do it first!"

Seeing the middle-aged man drinking all the wine again, Ye Xuan smiled slightly, feeling that the man in front of him was quite polite to his taste, and said with a smile, "Since Brother Qiao is so generous, I'll have fun with Brother Qiao. Waiter, change me a big bowl and ten jars of good wine!"

"Okay, then Qiao will sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman today, hahaha!!!" Hearing Ye Xuan's words, the middle-aged man couldn't help laughing, his voice shaking the floor on the second floor slightly...

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