Martial Arts, Marry Wang Yuyan at the Beginning

Deng Baichuan still wanted to taste it, but Abi had secretly taken out a small bottle of medicinal wine from her sleeve.

"Hey, I know that the young master is away and definitely wants to drink, so I discussed with Sister Azhu and brought some."

"Abi is getting smarter."

Deng Baichuan drank all the Zuixian Brew in the wine glass, and poured himself another glass of medicinal wine.

After taking a sip, I felt a strange fragrance entering my body, and I shouted: "It's cool."

Abi got up and poured a glass for Murong Fu, and said proudly, "How about it, isn't it better than the Zuixian brew here?"

"Well, it's really delicious." Deng Baichuan glanced at Zuixian Niang and shook it: "This wine doesn't have the same taste as before."

Several people did not speak behind their backs, and their voices reached the boss's ears.

The boss's face immediately showed displeasure, and he wanted to find a few people for theories.

"Forget it, Xianggong, it's better to have less than one thing, they are not ordinary people at first sight." The proprietress grabbed the boss's arm, for fear that he might cause some trouble.

"No, Zuixian Brewing is the signature of our Zuixianlou. Even if the gods drank our wine back then, they would be full of praise."

"I think they are here to make trouble and deliberately slander our wine." The boss said unconvinced.

"you…"

The proprietress still wanted to watch, how could she know that the boss is also a stubborn donkey, the more you stop him, the more energetic you are.

He really ran in front of Murong Fu, Hengmei Leng was very unconvinced.

"Hey, what did I say to you?"

Deng Baichuan was drinking happily when he suddenly saw a man with a donkey's face appear, not to mention embarrassed in his heart.

"You...you say my wine is not good?" The boss saw Deng Baichuan's fierceness, and his temper instantly dropped by three points.

"Your wine? I drink my own wine. When did you drink your wine?" Deng Baichuan asked loudly.

The boss pointed to the Zuixian Brew on the table and said, "It's my wine."

"You said Drunk Immortal Brew? When did Lao Tzu say he's not good?" Deng Baichuan asked in confusion.

Murong Fu shook his head, smiled and patted Deng Baichuan: "Are you the boss?"

"Well, that's right, I'm the owner of this store, you dare not admit it!" The owner summoned his courage and said.

Murong Fu explained with a smile, "Hehe, I think you misunderstood. We didn't say your wine is bad."

"Instead, we like to drink strong wine, your wine is almost meaningless."

"This..." The boss was at a loss for words, but he was still somewhat unconvinced:

"Hmph, that's because you don't know how to drink. I think our ancestors even entertained gods."

"Fairy?" Deng Baichuan shook his head: "Where in this world are there any immortals? You guys, you just want to use the name of immortals to increase your fame."

The boss was so angry that he rolled his eyes and said:

"That fairy then left a painting for my house and put it in the fairy room on the third floor."

"If you don't believe me, you can come and see me."

"Oh, interesting, let's go and see?" Murong Fu smiled.

Deng Baichuan shook his head: "Master, he is just talking nonsense, how can there be gods?"

Murong Fu naturally understood that there would be no immortals in this world.

However, since the boss family can be remembered for several generations.

Explain that there must be something special about that person.

"Hehe, it's okay to go and have a look."

"Let's go!" The boss said, leading Murong Fu to the third floor to look at the paintings.

The three daughters Wang Yuyan, Abi, and Azhu also followed curiously.

Deng Baichuan felt bored and stayed to continue drinking.

"Hey, I'll have a few more drinks while the young master doesn't come back to grab a drink with me."

At this time, a sloppy man came from out of nowhere.

You're welcome, he sat directly next to Deng Baichuan and said, "My friend, this wine is so fragrant, I wonder if you can give me a taste?"

Deng Baichuan looked up at the sloppy man, and just wanted to scold him and let him leave.

However, when he saw that he was carrying a flag on his back with three big characters written on it, he was half sober:

"Are you Lai Wenjun?"

"Hehe, it's me, it's me." Lai Wenjun was very indifferent, as if he knew that Deng Baichuan was here to find him.

"Do you know who I am?" Deng Baichuan asked in surprise.

Lai Wenjun shook his head and took a sip of wine to himself:

"I don't know who it is, but I figured that someone will kill me today."

"Someone is here to kill you?" Deng Baichuan was dumbfounded. If someone killed you and didn't run away, he even came to drink. How big of a heart is this?

"Hehe, that's right, I'm going to die today, please let me have a few more drinks before I start." Lai Wenjun said calmly.

Deng Baichuan was a little confused, feeling that Lai Wenjun was out of his mind: "When did I say I was going to kill you?"

Lai Wenjun was taken aback and said, "Aren't you the killer that Qinglong will send to kill me?"

"Qinglong Club?" Deng Baichuan's head suddenly buzzed, and he woke up more than half of the alcohol.

Who does not know the whole arena, the Qinglong Gang is powerful.

This is an extremely mysterious organization.

Especially their big leader, Young Master Yu, is a god-like existence.

Lai Wenjun pinched his fingers and shook his head: "My friend, I'm sorry, I came three quarters early, I'm afraid, you will die with me."

Deng Baichuan was speechless. I just had a glass of wine. If anyone provokes anyone, you will let me die with you. He couldn't help but wonder, "You are really Lai Buyi"

Zuixianlou, the third floor.

Murong Fu followed the boss and walked into the fairy room he said.

Here is indeed as he said, there is an extremely old landscape painting.

"Look, this painting of my family has been handed down for seven generations, and it's still not rotten, how amazing it is!" The boss said proudly.

Murong Fu glanced at Wang Yuyan, who walked over to the painting, looked at it for a while, and confirmed, "Cousin, this painting is really over a hundred years old."

"Hmph, what more than a hundred years, according to the records of my ancestors, at least five hundred years." The boss said proudly.

Murong Fu nodded and moved closer to the painting.

Unexpectedly, this painting is extremely well preserved.

Except for some traces of years left on it, there is no scar or water stain.

"I didn't expect you to keep it so well?"

The boss said: "It's not that we kept it well, but that it seems to be protected by an immortal."

"No one can touch it except our family."

"Oh? What's the mystery?" Murong Fu asked with interest.

"Let me tell you this. Back then, there was a big fire in the Zuixianlou of my house."

"The three-story high-rise building burned to the ground with flying ashes."

"As a result, there is nothing at all about this fairy tale in our family. Do you think it is magical or not?" The boss said with a proud face.

Azhu and Abi looked surprised and said, "Young Master, it's really amazing to hear him say that."

Murong Fu looked at the two little girls, stared at the boss and smiled slightly:

"Boss, you specifically called us up, not just to tell us stories, right?"