Chapter 358: Bulk garlic and real master

Chapter 358 Big Head Garlic and Real Expert
The short mountain flute that could be dismantled finally reached Hu Meixuan's hands.
Along the way, Hu Meixuan couldn't put it down, took the mountain flute apart and connected it, and then bulged her cheeks to play a single tone.
"Come to Rui Shi, if you don't buy a mountain flute, then you haven't come!" Hu Meixuan smiled and passed the mountain flute to Zhou Yang, "I gave it to you!"
"Then I'll be more respectful than my fate!" Zhou Yang took it with a smile, and broke into two pieces and crashed into the original Shandi protective bag.
"From my perspective, this flute can be regarded as a top quality product. Even if it is not made by a master, the level is not much worse. I will give it to you as a souvenir. You are famous!" Hu Meixuan tightly Surrounded Zhou Yang's arm, with a crooked smile.
Zhou Yang finished "The Lonely Shepherd" in front of so many people, which directly shocked everyone.
Last year's champion was going to be a teacher, but Zhou Yang declined.
The owner of the shop was very prescient and took a group photo of Zhou Yang, claiming to put the photo in a large frame and hang it in the main hall.
Last year's champion then called his teacher and told him that someone had used the mountain flute to fill up the scale.
In the words of that champion, today, the community of Shandi musicians will be completely exploded.
The Shandi, which has been circulating for hundreds of years, was finally blown out of the standard scale by a man from Xia. This shows that Shandi will definitely have the opportunity to become a solo instrument instead of hiding in the corner as a souvenir.
The mountain flute players have also found a new direction.
For Shandi, this is a dimensional improvement.
Zhou Yang laughed: "Sometimes it's not a good thing to be famous, I'm afraid that someone will keep watching us in secret!"
There is a yellow dot in the field of vision radar, which means a strange and neutral crowd.
"It's okay, we haven't lost since you shot." Hu Meixuan said very confidently.
The two walked all the way, and finally entered a bar in Interlaken.
In Swiss, everything is expensive, but beer is cheap.
The Swiss people have a tradition of drinking beer, basically every state has a brewery, just like almost every city in Xiaguo has its own liquor brand.
The bar was very noisy and crowded.
Locals and foreign tourists are mixed, yelling, people laugh and clink glasses from time to time, the atmosphere is high.
Zhou Yang and Hu Meixuan went to the bar and found two high stools to sit down. Before the wine was ordered, they heard a "bang", and a thick glass wine glass stood in front of Zhou Yang.
A man with a big beard, like the dwarf uncle in "World of Warcraft" stared at Zhou Yang and Hu Meixuan.
how? Want to fight?
Zhou Yang immediately became alert.
The bar suddenly became quiet, everyone looked at them?
"Oriental?" Uncle Dwarf looked at Zhou Yang with a look of scrutiny.
Zhou Yang nodded: "Xia Guoren!"
"So is the beautiful lady?" Uncle Dwarf glanced at Hu Meixuan again.
"Yes! He is my husband!" Hu Meixuan didn't want to cause trouble, and immediately leaned on Zhou Yang, looking like a little bird.
Identifying the relationship between the two can stop many people with ulterior motives.
"Lovely Orientals, welcome you to the foot of the Jungfrau, I am little Nicholas, the best drinker in town!" The dwarf uncle laughed loudly, "You are a friend when you come, take this glass!"
Little Nicholas pushed the glass in front of Zhou Yang, and at the same time he filled a glass himself, showing a provocative smile at Zhou Yang.
There was a local drinker yelling below.
"Little Nicholas will begin to conquer the 33rd country!"
"Nonsense, obviously it's the 43rd country!"
"God doesn't care about him, little Nicholas, come on!"
Everyone, you and I have to yell every word, so Zhou Yang understands it.
This little Nicholas is an aboriginal in the town. He has hotels and restaurants at home. He doesn’t have to worry about making money. He spends the whole day in bars and fights with alcoholics from all over the world. Every time he wins a country’s alcoholics, Flags facing each other are pasted on the wall of the bar.
Today Zhou Yang was spotted by him as soon as he came in.
Zhou Yang swept around, let alone, there was really no Xia Guo flag on the wall.
"Zhou Yang, you are going to travel on behalf of the country, the pressure is so great!" Hu Meixuan laughed softly.
Zhou Yang laughed, "Tell you, I actually have another nickname."
"You still have a nickname? What is it?" Hu Meixuan looked at him with a tangled expression. Zhou Yang has already given herself a bunch of nicknames today, isn't it over yet?
"call……"
Zhou Yang just planned to make up a funny nickname to tease Hu Meixuan, and he heard someone shout loudly.
"Not everyone can represent Xia Guo...If you want to challenge, I will come!"
Everyone in the bar turned their heads and looked towards the door.
An oriental-looking man put his arms around a beautiful woman, and walked to the bar with the two swaggering.
His gaze swept across Zhou Yang's face and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Even with disguise, Zhou Yang's appearance still exploded.
When he saw Hu Meixuan, his eyes lit up.
"Miss, my dear Zhao Zigong, can I make friends with you?" He took the initiative to stretch out his hand.
Hu Meixuan smiled brightly, leaning against Zhou Yang's arms, and said lightly: "Sorry, no! I'm afraid my boyfriend will be jealous!"
When Hu Meixuan refused directly, Zhao Zigong didn't say much, and turned to Nicholas and said in Shui Shi's common language: "I am also Xia Guo's, I will be your opponent!"
Zhou Yang shook his head and laughed.
"Whoever loses pays!" Little Nicholas slapped the table boldly.
"Good!" Zhao Zigong didn't persuade at all.
"Beauty, come and sit next to me!" Zhao Zigong patted the side position and said to Hu Meixuan, "When I go out, Xia Guoren wants to help Xia Guoren. I have a habit of fighting wine. There must be beautiful women around me to pour wine for me. Today It's you!"
With a faint smile on the corner of Hu Meixuan's mouth, she stared at Zhao Zigong without moving, her eyes seemed to be silly.
Dignified One Piece, how can you be embarrassed by this thing that looks like a rich second generation?
As soon as Hu Meixuan was not moving, the two of Zhao Zigong's followers were unhappy, and they had to stretch out their hands when they walked over.
Zhou Yang smiled and got up, pushed the two followers far away, and then sat opposite Zhao Zigong.
"Since you two want to fight wine, let me have fun together too!" Zhou Yang said twice in Swiss Common Language and Xia Guoyu.
The atmosphere of the bar was suddenly ignited, and the drinkers were crying and howling.
Little Nicholas shook his head repeatedly and said: "No, it's not fair, I can't drink two Xia people alone!"
Zhou Yang laughed and said, "You are wrong, I am alone, dealing with the two of you!"
He pointed to Zhao Zigong and smiled slightly: "Do you want to play? Who loses, please drink?"
"Fuck! Are you here to tear down the stage for me?" Zhao Zigong stared.
Zhou Yang curled his lips: "Don't talk nonsense, dare you?"
"Dare!" Zhao Zigong patted the table, "Take the cup and pour the wine!"
Immediately a bartender walked over with a draft beer pressure barrel, and placed a sheaf of glasses in front of the three.
Zhou Yang pushed the cup aside and said to the bartender: "The capacity of the cup is too small. Bring me a straw with a sleeve!"
The audience was shocked.