"Two young men will walk slowly, come often in the future!"

Not long after, Zuo Lingquan walked out of the gate of Xianzhizhai. The boss smiled and gave away the gift at the door. The man bought a lot of things that he couldn't take and sent them to Zuo Mansion by his friend.

Zuo Yunting came out and scraped such thick oil and water. The corners of his mouth almost pulled to his ears. He took out a folding fan from somewhere and shook it, saying with a smile:

"Lingquan, what else do you want to buy? I'll take you there."

Zuo Lingquan had already bought things and didn't want to be slaughtered as a fat sheep. After walking for a long time, he wanted to find a place to sit down: "Does Fifth Brother drink?"

"Nonsense, can you call a man without drinking, go, where can you go?"

Zuo Lingquan looked at it in a blink of an eye. Xinghua Street was not far from Linhefang, so he turned around and walked towards Linhefang.

Zuo Yunting was just lazy and lazy, not stupid. On the day he chose the prince consort, he knew that Zuo Lingquan knew a wine girl from Linhefang. His father also sent someone to handle the black and white trajectory of Linhefang so that the wine girl would make a fuss and make Zuo Lingquan, who was more tough.

Therefore, Zuo Yunting knew where he wanted to go, and he saw through it and didn’t say it out loud.

The two brothers walked on the street for about two quarters of an hour before entering the gate of Linhefang.

Zuo Yunting, as the legitimate son of the third-rank minister, was considered a top-notch young man in the capital. He would not come to Linhe Wharf, which is mixed with all kinds of religions and all kinds of things. At this time, he was quite interested.

Zuo Lingquan walked slowly and came to Linhe Street. He looked up and saw Tang Jingyan wandering in the wine shop. However, before he could get to the vicinity, Zuo Yunting next to him said in surprise:

"Oh! Ling Quan, look at that man in the martial arts world, riding a donkey, this look is really rare."

Zuo Lingquan looked in the direction pointed by the folding fan and saw a man wearing a hat and a sword hanging on the bank of the small street. He placed his left hand behind his waist and held a black donkey with his right hand, looking at the scenery along the river.

Linhefang is mixed with all kinds of religions and many people in the martial arts world. This dress is too common, and Zuo Lingquan didn't notice it just now.

The distance between them was not far away. As Zuo Yunting opened his mouth, the people in the martial arts world seemed to hear the sound and looked here in a blink of an eye.

Zuo Yunting's frivolous words just now were a little rude. Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan clasped his fists and said:

"I just offended you, please forgive me."

Zuo Yunting was born into a family of officials and naturally knew etiquette. He just thought the other party could not hear it. Seeing this, he clasped his fists in a proper manner:

"You are a master, and I am also curious."

The man in the Jianghu was wearing gray coats and looked dusk. After looking at Zuo Lingquan, he said hoarsely:

"Meeting is fate, and you don't care about these things when you walk around the world."

Zuo Lingquan smiled heartily, raised his hand and fist to perform a ritual and earthly greeting, and turned around and entered the restaurant.

But Zuo Yunting next to him was naturally outgoing and familiar, and he was really interested in the donkey. He walked up to him and looked at him curiously:

"Old hero, you are really able to run while riding a donkey in the world?"

Jianghuke smiled: "The road is endless, and sooner or later there will be a day to stop. Faster and slower, no difference."

Zuo Yunting thought about it for a while, thought this was nonsense, and shook his head and said:

"Can this be the same? You must go farther when you go faster, otherwise why would you spend a lot of money to raise horses? You'll raise donkeys."

Zuo Lingquan stood outside the door of the restaurant and thought the two chatted quite interestingly, so he spoke:

"Your Excellency would come in and sit down and say, "I treat you to you, which is to avenge you for your words and deeds just now."

Perhaps the gangster was bored and did not refuse, so he left the donkey in place and entered the diner with Zuo Yunting.

Tang Jingyan naturally saw Zuo Lingquan coming, with a strange expression. She quietly walked up to her and pulled Zuo Lingquan's sleeve.

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan followed Tang Jingwen to the curtain inside the winery and said in confusion:

"Sister Tang, what's wrong?"

Tang Jingying frowned and her eyes signaled outside:

"Xiao Zuo, the old man just now was very strange. In the morning, he suddenly rode a donkey and sat in the wine shop to drink, looking at me from time to time..."

Zuo Lingquan was slightly stunned. He didn't feel that the gangster looked like an old erotic embryo and frowned:

"Unright look?"

"No, your words and deeds are very decent, similar to yours, but your eyes are not as soft as you, and you feel very creepy. After finally letting him go, you recruited him in again... Forget it, the visitor is a guest, just be more careful."

Zuo Lingquan nodded slightly, stopped talking, took out a small box from his sleeve and handed it to Tang Jingyan, then lifted up the curtain and walked out.

Tang Jingyan thought about the matter and subconsciously raised his hand to take it. After Zuo Lingquan left, he realized it. He looked down and found that it turned out to be a box of exquisitely decorated rouge.

?!

Tang Jingyun's eyes narrowed, and her thoughts disappeared in an instant. She hurriedly raised her head and wanted to say something, but seeing that Zuo Lingquan was approaching, she quickly stopped talking and stomped her feet in a hurried manner, not knowing where she thought of...

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The small streets by the river are fragrant and the city is noisy.

Next to the small wine table by the window, the Jianghu Guest took off his hat and placed it on the table, revealing his long white hair. Although he looked dusk and a pair of phoenix eyes with crow's feet, they were as deep and clear as a cold pond under the moon. At first glance, he was a person who had walked a lot of roads.

Zuo Lingquan came out from behind the curtain, took a pot of warm wine on the table, sat down opposite him, and asked with a smile:

"What do you call me?"

The Jianghu Gu looked calm and said hoarsely:

"Just call me Lao Lu, what do you call me two friends?"

Zuo Yunting sat between the two, probably because of the smell of wine, so he picked up the wine pot and poured a bowl for all three of them, and said with a smile:

"My name is Zuo Yunting. This is my cousin Ling Quan. He is also known as the "Two Heroes of Zuo" in the capital. Seeing Mr. Lu's dress, he doesn't look like a local. He just arrived in the capital?"

After hearing Tang Jingyan's words, Zuo Lingquan cared about this naturally and raised his eyes to observe the other person's expression.

Unfortunately, Lao Lu had no expression on his face, and he always had a plain smile. He picked up the wine bowl and took a sip, and then said:

"I came outside, I just arrived in the morning."

The Great Dan Dynasty is very closed, with only one pass in the north, so the ‘outside’ generally refers to the north in the Great Dan Dynasty.

Zuo Yunting held the wine bowl and asked curiously:

"Beiya County?"

"You have to be outside."

Zuo Lingquan was a little surprised when he heard this. He walked north from Beiya County, but it was outside the pass.

The Great Dan Dynasty had a closed terrain but self-sufficient. There were only a few outsiders. It was too rare for a gangster to come from outside the pass to the capital.

Zuo Lingquan thought about it secretly and asked:

"Is Mr. Lu a practitioner?"

Old Lu swayed the wine bowl and looked at Zuo Lingquan:

"My friend thinks I look like?"

Zuo Lingquan thought about it - people who practiced themselves and cultivated their character all year round. As long as they had a little bit of cultivation, they would look different, which was mainly reflected in their energy and spirit. The most intuitive example is Wu Qingwan, who is the same as Jiang Yi's mother, but she looks even more tender than a little girl of cardamom age.

The old man in front of him was as dull as if he was about to be buried in the ground, and he really didn't look like a practitioner. Even if he was a practitioner, he probably had a low level of cultivation and was about to reach the end of the day...

Zuo Lingquan thought so in his heart. Before he could respond, Zuo Yunting next to him smiled and spoke first:

"Like, just like Mr. Lu's appearance, he looks like a top master who is hidden in the city. Well... Among the practitioners, they should be called "Immortal Sect Old Monster" and "Immortal Ancestor". I heard from Mr. Shu. If he is a serious man in the martial arts world, who would run around with his head and donkeys? Only experts would do such things as seeking fame, right? Old Lu? Hahaha..."
Chapter completed!