Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

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 the young master is out and definitely wants to drink. I discussed with Sister A'Zhu and brought some."

"Abi has become smarter."

Deng Baichuan drank up the drunken immortal wine in the wine glass and poured himself another cup of medicinal wine.

After taking a sip, I felt a strange fragrance enter my body and shouted, "It feels so good."

Abi stood up and poured a glass for Murong Fu, and said proudly: "How about it? Is it better than the Zuixian Brewing here?"

"Well, it does taste good." Deng Baichuan looked at Zuixianjiang and shook it: "This wine doesn't have the same taste as before."

The few people spoke without anyone's back, and their voices reached the boss's ears.

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

"Forget it, sir, it's better to do less than to do more. They are not ordinary people at first sight." The landlady grabbed the boss's arm, fearing that he would get into trouble.

"No, Zuixianjiang is the signature of our Zuixian Tower. Even the gods were full of praise for our wine when they drank it."

"I think they are just looking for trouble and deliberately slandering our wine." The boss said unconvinced.

"you…"

The landlady still wants to watch, but she doesn’t know that the boss is also a stubborn donkey. The more you stop him, the more enthusiastic you become.

He actually ran up to Murong Fu, his eyebrows were cold and he was extremely unconvinced.

"Hey, what did I say to you?"

Deng Baichuan was drinking happily when he suddenly saw a man with a donkey face appearing, and felt uncomfortable even mentioning it.

"You...you said my wine is not good?" Seeing Deng Baichuan's ferocious look, the boss' temper suddenly dropped by three points.

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

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

"You mean Zuixianjiang? When did I say he was no longer good?" Deng Baichuan asked confused.

Murong Fu shook his head and smiled and patted Deng Baichuan: "You are the boss, right?"

"Well, that's right, I am the owner of this store. You dare to say it but dare not admit it!" the boss said with courage.

Murong Fu smiled and explained: "Haha, I think you misunderstood. We didn't say your wine was bad."

"Rather, we like to drink strong wine, and your wine is almost boring."

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

"Huh, that's because you don't know how to drink. Back then, our ancestors even entertained gods."

"Gods?" Deng Baichuan shook his head: "Where are the gods in this world? You guys just want to use the name of gods to increase your fame."

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

"The immortal from back then left a painting for my family and placed it in the immortal guest room on the third floor."

"If you don't believe it, you can come with me and have a look."

"Oh, interesting, let's go take a look?" Murong Fu said with a smile.

Deng Baichuan shook his head: "Young master, he is just talking nonsense. How can there be gods?"

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

However, since it can make the boss’s family remember it for several generations.

It means that there must be something extraordinary about that person.

"Haha, there's no harm in going and taking a look."

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

The three girls Wang Yuyan, Abi, and A'Zhu also followed curiously.

Deng Baichuan found it boring and stayed to continue drinking.

"Hey, before the young master comes back to grab the wine from me, I'll have a few more drinks."

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

Without being polite, he sat directly next to Deng Baichuan and said, "My friend, your wine tastes so good. I wonder if you can give me a taste?"

Deng Baichuan looked up at the sloppy man and was about to scold him and ask him to leave.

But he saw that he was carrying a flag on his back, with the three characters "Buyizi" written on it, and he suddenly woke up from the wine:

"Are you Lai Wenjun?"

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

"Do you know who I am?" Deng Baichuan was slightly surprised and asked.

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

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

"Someone is coming to kill you?" Deng Baichuan was dumbfounded. If someone wants to kill you and you don't run away, but come here to drink, how serious is this?

"Haha, that's right. I will die today. Please let me have a few more drinks before I take action." Lai Wenjun said calmly.

Deng Baichuan was a little confused and felt that Lai Wenjun was out of his mind: "When did I say I wanted to kill you?"

Lai Wenjun was stunned and said: "Aren't you the killer sent by the Qinglong Society to kill me?"

"Qinglong Club?" Deng Baichuan's head suddenly buzzed, and he was more than half drunk again.

Everyone in the world knows how powerful the Qinglong Gang is.

This is an extremely mysterious organization.

Especially their big dragon-headed Gong Ziyu, who can be called a god-like existence.

Lai Wenjun counted with his fingers and shook his head: "Friend, I'm sorry, I came three minutes early. I'm afraid you are going to die with me."

Deng Baichuan was speechless. I just had a glass of wine. If you provoke someone, you will let me die with you. He couldn't help but wonder: "Are you really a Lai Buyi?"

Zuixian Tower, third floor.

Murong Fu followed the boss and walked into what he called the fairy guest room.

Indeed, as he said, there is an extremely old landscape painting here.

"Look, this painting in my family has been passed down for seven generations and it's still not rotten. How awesome is it!" the boss said proudly.

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

"Humph, what is more than a hundred years? According to my ancestor's records, it is at least five hundred years." The boss said proudly.

Murong Fu nodded and moved closer to the painting.

Unexpectedly, this painting was extremely well preserved.

Except for some traces of time left on it, there are no scratches or water stains.

"I didn't expect that you preserved it so well?"

The boss said: "It's not that we kept it well, but it seems that these words are protected by gods."

"No one can touch it except our family."

"Oh? What's so mysterious about it?" Murong Fu asked with interest.

"Let me tell you this, back then there was a fire in my Zuixian Building."

"The three-story building burned until there was ashes all over the floor."

"As a result, there is absolutely nothing wrong with this magical miracle in our house. Do you think it is magical or not?" the boss said with a proud face.

A'Zhu and A Bi looked surprised and said, "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 called us here specifically just to tell us a story, right?"