Chapter 29: There are twelve bottles of wine in the shop

But after Lei Wujie took a few steps with great pride, he turned his head to find that Xiao Se was still sitting lazily on the stool, drinking a cup after a cup.
"Why don't you leave?" Lei Wujie asked.
Xiao Se raised his eyebrows lightly: "Is the payment posted?"
Lei Wujie only felt that his blood was poured into cold water, and he found out the last pieces of scattered silver from his body, then walked back and put it on the table: "Xiao Er, settle... settle the bill."
At first, Xiao Er saw that he was so handsome and handsome. He thought he was a rich and noble son, but he was so shabby when he took the shot. He collected the money and walked away with a cold face.
"You can go now." Lei Wujie looked at Xiao Se helplessly.
Xiao Se drank another glass of wine and shook his head gently: "Don't go."
"Why again!" Lei Wujie was angry, but Xiao Se glared at him, and his arrogance went out immediately.
Xiao Se said slowly: "Go, you can. Dengtian Pavilion, don't enter. You are a disciple of Leimen, you don't need to go to Dengtian Pavilion, just swagger in with a famous thorn."
"I have no name," Lei Wujie said softly.
"What?" Xiao Se was taken aback.
"I don't have a famous thorn." Lei Wujie's voice was as soft as a mosquito.
Xiao Se heard it clearly this time, and he repeated a little threateningly: "You don't have a name? You disciple of Leijiapu, you tell me you don't have a name? You don't have a name. , What Xueyue City are you coming to."
Lei Wujie scratched his head: "Actually, this time, I ran by myself. Lei Jiabao did not have me on the list of Xueyue City this year. Because, I am..."
"Because you are... Lei Hong's disciple." Xiao Se frowned slightly.
Lei Wujie nodded: "Yes, I am Lei Bang's disciple. Master is a stranger in Leijiapu. No one talks to him except me. He gave me this package that day and told me to go to Xueyue. City, see someone. So I came."
Xiao Se frowned and tightened, but after all, he did not continue to curse.
"But don't worry, I will break through this Dengtian Pavilion." Lei Wujie swore, "The money owed to you will definitely be paid."
"How many floors do you need to see the person you mentioned?" Xiao Se asked.
"Probably the sixteenth floor." Lei Wujie grinned.
"I probably guessed who the person you are going to meet is." Xiao Se stood up and walked out, "But with your current cultivation base, you can't get through."
Lei Wujie followed and patted the long package: "Actually, I hid a hand along the way, and in the past few months I have been playing that Arhat box every day, and I have realized some truth."
The two of them walked forward slowly, passing by a wine shop, Xiao Se suddenly stopped and sniffed his nose vigorously: "It smells good." He looked up and saw the sign on it: Donggui.
"You wait for me here." Lei Wujie patted Xiao Se on the shoulder, "I'll go to the pavilion, and wait until I reach the sixteenth floor and see the person I want to see, I'll come back and look for you."
Xiao Se glanced at him thoughtfully.
"Come back to find you with five hundred taels of silver!" Lei Wujie hurriedly added.
Xiao Se sighed and said nothing. Lei Wujie had already strode forward, Xiao Se remembered that Xueye night, this young man also strode towards his Xueluo Mountain Villa in such stride, full of vigor.
"How many floors do you think he can reach?" Suddenly a lazy voice came, Xiao Se turned his head and saw a man with a mustache standing beside him at some point. The man was in his early thirties. He was wearing a blue gown. His expression was lazy. His long hair fell down and looked a little bit dejected, but there was an unconcealable romantic air in his eyebrows. He was the same as a blue shirt. The Xiaose stood together like a pair of brothers who had reunited after a long time.
"The eleventh floor. Probably just past the elders' pavilion, the sixteenth floor, that is impossible to think of." Xiao Se turned around and said.
The man with a moustache touched the beard and shook his head: "If you open that package, you can reach the twelfth floor."
"Only one more layer?" Xiao Se raised an eyebrow.
"Ten floors up, each level is a realm." The man smiled.
"Do you know so much?" Xiao Se asked.
"I have opened a wine shop here for more than ten years." The man stood under the "East Return" sign, his tone a little proud.
"Just now there was a young man who said that he had been here for more than ten years, but he didn't seem to know as much as you." Xiao Se said lightly.
"That's natural." The man pointed to the room, and then sniffed his nose vigorously. "Because my wine is more fragrant than his."
"What wine do you have?" Xiao Se asked.
"Shaoxing Huadiao Dukang wine, Lanling wine champion red, Zaoji wine Hongmao wine, lamb wine acanthopanax, daughter wine Zhuyeqing, Zhijiu crane year tribute, Xinghuafen wine'Tongshengjin'. Where would the guest official want to drink? Kind of?" The man felt that he had passed out drunk just by saying these names.
"Since I have arrived at Xueyue City, I naturally want to drink that Fenghuaxueyue." Xiao Se didn't choose either.
"Wind flower and snowy moon?" The man smiled, and with a light wave of his hand, a camellia in the hands of a roadside flower girl fell into his hand, "I will make it now."
"It's just brewing now, is it too late?" Xiao Se was not surprised at his almost magical casual wave.
"It's not late. Some wines taste better as they age, but some wines are as fresh as possible. You can't wait for a moment. When the wine is brewed, it will be the most beautiful time. Don't worry, it will be better tonight. Drink." The man took the camellia into the restaurant.
After pondering the meaning of the man’s words for a while, Xiao Se also smiled, and planned to follow him in, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of the flower seller who had the camellia in her hand removed, and stared aggrievedly with her big eyes. I almost cried. He sighed and wondered how he always encountered these awkward things that cost money, so he could only take out a piece of silver from his arms and threw it to the flower girl.
The flower girl suddenly burst into laughter, took the silver and said thank you, and ran away. Xiao Se didn't respond, just turned his head and looked at the red dress again, but he was almost walking down the Dengtian Pavilion.
Xiao Se walked into the wine shop and found that the man with the moustache was nowhere to be found. The people in the wine shop were noisy and the business was very good. Xiao Se found a corner place and sat down, and a second person greeted him: "Guest What do you want."
"I have an appointment with your boss to drink that pot of wind and snow in the evening. Now, just give me some wine to pass the time." Xiao Se said lazily.
"The guest officer laughed. The wines in the small shop are all superb. But there is nothing to pass the time. The little ones come to Sangluo, Xinfeng, Zhuyu, Songmao, Chang'an, Tusu, Yuanzheng, Osmanthus, Dukang. One each, Songhua, Shengwen, and Prajna." Xiao Er said the names of twelve kinds of wine in one breath.
"Is there anything special about this?" Xiao Se frowned slightly.
"There are twelve in total. Every time the guest officer's friend gets on a pavilion, he will drink one. After twelve, the guest officer's friend should also be back. You can drink the beautiful flowers." The child's face still hangs. Smile.
This hotel made it clear that it was not an ordinary character, but Xiao Se was aroused by curiosity. There was no fear in her heart. He just nodded and said, "Okay, here are the twelve."
Soon, Xiao Er brought up twelve bottles of wine, set a long table and set it apart, which was spectacular. The people around couldn't help but look over, looking at this handsome young man in a green shirt, whispering. Xiao Se didn't pay any attention, just sips unhurriedly. Only after drinking this first one, Lei Wujie, dressed in red, stepped in and walked in. He was shocked when he saw Xiao Se's posture drinking, "Xiao Se, don’t you need to be so anxious? Now give me a celebration. Is the feast coming?"
Xiao Se was even more shocked: "You were beaten down on the first floor?"
Lei Wujie sighed, sat down and raised his head to drink a bowl of mulberry wine, shook his head: "How can it be."
"Then why come back." Xiao Se was puzzled.
"Hey, the person who guards the pavilion said that it is already time. Dengtian pavilion is closed, and I have to wait for tomorrow to go!" Lei Wujie was full of regret.
Xiao Se was speechless and just wanted to withdraw the wine from this table.
At this time, another tired old horse swayed in at the gate of the city. A man with the appearance of a book boy was leading the horse with a mahogany sword hanging on his back, and a book was walking in front of him. The scholar in Box, looking at the scene of the city with joy, muttered: "This Snowy Moon City is much more interesting than that of Qingcheng Mountain."
The book boy with the peach wood sword had a look of disdain: "Snow Moon City is a mortal city, and Qingcheng Mountain is an immortal mountain. You are really vulgar, little uncle."
"The vulgar is vulgar." The scholar laughed, "You are a cultivator, I just practice swords. But I didn't enter your fairy gate. Also, don't call me little uncle, but call me son."
"Fuck." The book boy showed no mercy.
The scholar scratched his head in embarrassment, and cursed: "Open your mouth and piss, is this your way of cultivation?"
The book boy snorted disdainfully: "Dao is Tao, not constant. A name is a name, not a constant name. You know what a fart!"
"Okay, I don't understand." The scholar glanced at him and said angrily, "I don't understand that immeasurable swordsmanship, you find someone to learn it."
"Okay." The book boy was not afraid, "Then I will tell Master Zu when I go back, you sneaked over to Xueyue City!"
"If I can really see that person, if it's too late for Master to be happy, how can he really blame me." The scholar smiled and looked at the Dengtian Pavilion in the distance.
"There really is such a fairy-like figure in the ascending heaven pavilion, even the master can see it?" The book boy tilted his head, puzzled.
"Of course, it depends on the person in the pavilion. I don't see the master." The scholar laughed and said something rebellious.
"When will you go to the pavilion?" the book boy asked.
The scholar took out a bamboo tube from his arms, pretended to shake it, stretched out his hand to hold a flying bamboo stick, frowned for a long time, and said, "Tomorrow noon!"
Seeing the scholar's unsigned action, the book boy suddenly became angry. With a wave of his finger, a sword gas broke the bookmark instantly. The book boy said with a bit of teasing: "My son, your sign is reversed! "