Ming Zun Burning Shadow

Chapter 10 The wicked have their own grind

In fact, Pei Rongzhao was quite depressed, because he snatched Li Xunhuan's flagon just now, but he didn't think too much about it on impulse, and now that he came to his senses, he regretted it a bit, not to mention that Li Xunhuan treated him like "I really can't do anything about you". He, as if he was an unreasonable child, how could this make the proud Uncle Pei happy?

But seeing the nerd coughing after drinking two glasses of wine, he had no choice but to bear it silently—the uncle would not care about a sick man!

The old iron was still complaining, "Master Pei, can't you take care of our young master? Why do you drink wine when you are so sick?"

"Old Tie, you don't understand. Although there are big differences between me and your young master, for example, I am handsomer, more powerful and domineering than him, but there is one thing in common," Pei Rongzhao said seriously, "If you If we don't let us drink, it's better to tell us to die. Isn't your young master always saying that life is optional, but wine must be drunk? You can feel it too."

The old iron sighed and fell silent.

However, at the table next to it, a poorly dressed scholar shouted: "Well said! You can give up life, but you must drink wine. This is the most reasonable thing in the world! Even if the king of heaven comes, I will never let me go!" No drinking! Two brothers, I would like to offer you a toast!"

Li Xunhuan and Pei Rongzhao both looked over and saw that there were several empty wine jars on the scholar's table, and he had drunk them all by himself.The two of them were already fond of wine, so naturally they would not feel ill at ease when they saw someone who also loves to drink, so they really had a drink with him.

The scholar finished drinking and looked at Li Xunhuan carefully, but he let out a "huh" and sighed: "You are so sick, and you can still love wine so much that you don't even want your life because of wine. It really is mine. Fellow fellow!"

Li Xun Huan smiled and said: "Since I'm already sick like this, I don't think there's much time left, if I don't drink a few more drinks while I'm still alive, wouldn't I be sorry for myself? Even if I die, I won't rest in peace. "

"Not bad, not bad," the scholar nodded again and again, "It should be clear!"

At this moment, suddenly several big men rushed in and grabbed the scholar, yelling, "I know you can only find this guy in a wine shop", and insisted on dragging him to treat someone.

The scholar shouted as he struggled: "Don't you know that Mr. Mei Er has three deaths? Not enough money to die..."

A big man said angrily: "When did we lose your money?"

"I haven't finished talking yet, and there is also the death of poor manners, robbers and thieves." This Mr. Mei Er shook his head repeatedly, "You have committed the last two, and you still want me to treat you? You just want mine. I will not be cured! And I am still drinking here, and I will not cure anyone who disturbs my drinking."

The burly man in sackcloth at the head swept him seven or eight feet away, including the person and the chair, Li Xunhuan and the others were stunned for a moment—they thought Mr. Mei Er must have some tricks for daring to speak so forcefully. But I didn't expect him to be so vulnerable.

Because Pei Rongzhao knew that Mr. Mei Er was a doctor, and he saw that Li Xunhuan's illness was very serious just now, he thought of asking him to treat Li Xunhuan's illness. Now that someone is making trouble for him, he naturally wants to take the opportunity to help sell him It's personal, so he slapped the table and said angrily: "This is a place to drink, get out of here if you don't drink!"

The big men immediately surrounded him, and the big man in sackcloth shouted in a rough voice: "What are you! A barbarian dares to meddle in my business!"

He obviously saw that Pei Rongzhao's appearance was very different from that of the people from the Central Plains, but that he was somewhat similar to those barbarians from the Western Regions, so he wanted to call him a barbarian, but he didn't know that Uncle Pei was not to be scolded, and if others wanted to scold him, he would kill him With one knife, even his master Kalubi can't cure this bad temper, let alone he is still in a world where no one can control him.

Pei Rongzhao took a pair of scimitars behind his back without saying a word, but before he could make a move, a pockmark behind the big man in sackcloth suddenly changed his face and pulled the big man aside, and said in a low voice: "Boss, you Don't die, have you forgotten what the brothers on the road outside the pass are most afraid of? Gray hair, red eyes, golden scimitar..."

The burly man in sackcloth took a deep breath, "This, how did this evil star enter the pass? Could it be that he has killed everything outside the pass?"

Mazi continued: "And look at the man dressed as a scholar next to him. Half a month ago, I heard from the old tortoise of the Dragon Temple that that man had entered the customs again... Isn't that man just a good wine drinker? Poor health? But his knife...we can't afford to mess with it!"

Li Xunhuan and his party are all of deep internal strength, so they could hear their whispers, so Pei Rongzhao put the knife back and sat down, and asked Li Xunhuan in a low voice: "Study, how did the news of your entry spread so quickly?"

Li Xunhuan didn't know why, "I didn't say anything. I was surprised when Zha Meng and others found me." He frowned, feeling that his trip to the customs would not be smooth.

At this time, the big man in sackcloth was already pale and sweating profusely, he came over to Li Xun Huan and apologized: "The little people have no eyes, they don't recognize you, old man, and disturbed your drinking, the little people get out now."

Pei Rongzhao raised his eyebrows, "What about me?"

Seeing the murderous look in his eyes, the man in sackcloth was even more silent--Although Xiao Li Tanhua is said to be a super expert, he still has a good temper. He went to Yumen Pass, and from Yumen Pass all the way back to Yanmen Pass. He did not know how much blood was spilled on the route he traveled. It must be known that the bandits outside the pass are always tough, but now they have been killed by him. , such a guy who kills as soon as he wants to kill and doesn't talk nonsense, how dare he provoke second- and third-rate people like them?

He was even more respectful than he was to Li Xun Huan, he almost knelt down, "Damn the little people, I shouldn't offend you, old man, I beg you, old man, to spare the life of the little people!"

Originally, Pei Rongzhao just wanted to sell Mr. Mei Er's favor, so he waved his hand in a disinterested manner, "Go away."

The big man in sackcloth ran away with his own people as if he had been pardoned, and Mr. Mei Er moved over with a smile, and cupped his hands at the two of them, "Thank you, thank you, come, let's continue to drink."

After drinking enough wine, it was only logical that Mr. Mei Er volunteered to treat Li Xun Huan's illness, but Li Xun Huan's illness was too difficult, so he had to accompany him to his eldest brother Mei's family, so that the two brothers could jointly diagnose and treat him.

Mr. Mei Er's personality is so weird, so his elder brother is naturally no exception. He loves to paint like a madman. When he heard that the patient was Li Xunhuan, he showed great hospitality to him. However, Li Xunhuan said that the original painting of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" in his family's collection had already been given away. As a result, he became cold again, unwilling to treat his illness.

Li Xun Huan didn't care about it, he just smiled lightly and said: "Life and death are fates, and I have never taken this fate to heart, let's say goodbye."

Pei Rongzhao was furious—he couldn't bear Li Xun Huan's negative attitude that didn't take his own life at all—so he grabbed Li Xun Huan's arm with a dark face, "Who will let you go?"

Then he reluctantly took out a painting scroll from the Luohuabivelvet bag on his waist and threw it into Mei Da's arms, "Wang Mojie's painting, can it be cured?" That was before he went to the battlefield to rescue his fellow disciples. , was entrusted by the junior sister to Changgemen to help her get the painting. The junior sister somehow managed to get Wang Wei, who is both excellent in poetry and painting, to draw a picture of beauties from the Nine Schools of Schools—of course there is no such thing as Shaolin.Anyway, he couldn't go back, so he just cheated the little junior sister to save space.

Mr. Mei Da was also surprised: "Wang Mojie usually only likes to paint landscapes, how come he still paints beauties? And the brushwork is so strange, but this is really his seal..."

"You just say you can't cure it."

"Of course!"

The two Mei brothers made a joint diagnosis and treatment, but the final conclusion was not very optimistic. Li Xunhuan had been suffering from the disease for many years, and it had damaged his liver and lungs. In addition, he was depressed and difficult to resolve, so he could only recuperate slowly, but he could not. Radical.

Mr. Mei Da also persuaded: "Coughing for a long time will hurt the lungs. If you drink alcohol again, I'm afraid... you should stop drinking."

Li Xun Huan smiled slightly: "Lung damage? Do I still have lungs to hurt? My lungs have already rotted away."

Pei Rongzhao hated his appearance the most, so he gave him a hard look, "Shut up! I gave away all my junior sister's paintings, how dare you be ungrateful?"

Li Xun Huan said with a bitter face, "But if I can't drink, won't it kill me?"

As a person who is equally fond of wine, Pei Rongzhao also feels that this is a little cruel...

Mr. Mei Er smiled and said: "You can drink medicinal wine, it's okay, the medicinal wine I brew is no worse than the wine you usually drink." He is also a wine lover, of course he can't do anything to prevent others from drinking.

So they stayed here at night, waiting for Mr. Mei Er to bring out his medicinal wine tomorrow.

That night, Pei Rongzhao fell asleep when he suddenly heard someone entering Li Xunhuan's room. The voice was still a child's, but the words he said were not at all innocent and kind that a child should have.

"If you die, that dirty ghost is willing to treat brother Qin, so you go and die!" said the child.

Pei Rongzhao immediately got up, put on his clothes, took a pair of knives and rushed out, and Ah Fei just rushed to the door.

At this time, Li Xun Huan had reached out to catch the three sleeve arrows shot by the child, and said with a frown, "Why are you so vicious at such a young age?"

The child sneered and said, "Do you think you can teach me a lesson if you catch my arrow?" After speaking, he took out two daggers and stabbed at Li Xun Huan.

But when he took out the sword, Pei Rongzhao had already made a move, pulling him in front of him with a move of Bliss Yin, and then shaking his hands, the golden chains bound him tightly.

The child was captured without even stabbing Li Xunhuan, and was tightly bound and thrown on the ground. He glared at Pei Rongzhao angrily, "You dare to arrest me? Do you know who my parents are? As long as you dare to hurt me Hairy hair, they will definitely chop you up and tear you apart!"

Pei Rongzhao sneered coldly, stretched out his hand to pick him up, and patted his pink and jade-carved face, "Little devil, I have always been the only one who cut other people into pieces. What are you dreaming of?"

The child writhed desperately like a small bug, and shouted: "Aren't you scumbags coming to save me?"

A few people rushed up behind Pei Rongzhao, but they were all blocked by A Fei's sword.

"It doesn't matter how many people you call." Pei Rongzhao walked into the room with the child, frowned and looked at Li Xunhuan, "Bookworm, go back to your bed, get out of bed barefoot, do you want to die?"

Li Xunhuan obediently got on the bed and got under the quilt.

"Okay, kid, now let's discuss the matter of you breaking into other people's rooms and killing people in the middle of the night." Uncle Pei shook the child up and down a few times, "I won't ask why you killed him, I just ask You, how do you want to die?"

The child suddenly put on a flattering and obedient expression, and asked with a sweet smile, "Your martial arts are amazing, but what's your name? Why haven't I heard of you?"

Pei Rongzhao narrowed his eyes, "You don't need to know my name, you just have to choose a way to die for yourself, don't pretend to be cute, don't pretend to be pitiful, these are useless to me, being smart will only make you die faster That's all."

The child was at a loss for words for a while, and really didn't know how to deal with such simple and rude words.