At midnight, Manager Sun put on a rag on his shoulder and packed the wine bowls and dishes on the table. Sometimes he looked at him. Xu Buling and Ning Qingye, dressed in white, led a dark horse and gradually moved farther and farther away in the warm sun of the bluestone alley.

Manager Sun shook his head and smiled a little, and sighed slightly.

In a blink of an eye, there are another generation of people. Whether it is the court or the world, there are always new people who change old people, and even the ordinary people in this alley.

Manager Sun has runs a wine shop in the alley for a lifetime and has seen too many favors. As for the handsome men and beautiful women they meet by chance outside, they have seen too many handsome men and beautiful women.

Judging from the experience of Manager Sun, the prodigal son who meets a wealthy daughter is mostly a tragedy. If the family is not in a good position, half of them will elope and lose their whereabouts, which is similar to the scholar who goes to Beijing to take the exam to meet a wealthy daughter.

On the other hand, when a female hero in the martial arts world meets aristocratic families, most of them will eventually get married. Most of the women in the martial arts world are very fierce, but the children of the martial arts world have been gentle and elegant since childhood. When a woman is strong and a man is weak, he has to consider the three legs on his body if he wants to abandon him.

The young men in front of me look very compatible.

However, judging from the character of the two, men should have too much thoughts. If they have bad intentions, the girl may suffer a great loss.

But how was the man's character like? Manager Sun saw clearly:

He heard the unfair things at the wine table and left without saying a word.

I walked up to the sea of ​​blood just to drink the bowl of turbid wine in my hand more comfortably.

Among scholars, this is called a gentleman, a knight in the world, but among neighbors, he is called a good person.

Manager Lu looked up and saw that the two of them had disappeared deep in the alley and sighed softly.

It’s a pity that good people may not necessarily be rewarded in this world.

Love, hate, love, and hatred are always connected together, and they can't escape even if they enter the world.

The down-and-out scholar who lived in a wine shop in the past was also a good old man, and his mind was full of "learning civil and martial arts and returning to the imperial family". He had to remember a few bowls of rice in the wine shop every day. Before leaving, he had to pay off the credit account when he went to sell his words.

Just like this, he finally fell in front of the world, was depressed and unsuccessful and entered the world, his wife died, and such a good daughter turned against her, but it was a pity that she could only blame God for not having eyes...

While Manager Sun was thinking, a guest came outside the wine shop again.

The old woman wearing a magpie tail flower hairpin, carrying a bamboo basket, walked to the wine shop in a daze. Without any friendship as before, her eyes were empty.

Manager Sun was stunned: "My sister, what's wrong with you? It's like losing your soul..."

The old woman came to her senses, with tears hanging on the corners of her wrinkled eyes. After hesitating for a long time, she said in a daze:

"Old Zhang is gone, come and buy him a pot of wine. He is the best place to drink in his life..."

"Ouch!"

Old man Sun was anxious and walked out with a towel, "Master Zhang is in such a good health, how could he be...ah... Come in quickly, sit down and say..."

The old woman sat down in the shop with a basket and said blankly: "A few days ago, Lao Zhang took a job. It seemed to be going to Baimazhuang to help someone guard the house. Unexpectedly... Oh... I told him that the people in the Jianghu would die sooner or later, so I asked him to retreat and give the martial arts hall to his apprentice. He didn't listen. Now... Woo woo..."

Old man Sun frowned. He naturally knew about the events of Baima Village two days ago. Sancai had no family and he was burying his body, but he didn't expect...

"well……"

Sun's exhibition cabinet sat down on the bench opposite, silent for a long time, but there was nothing to say.

The old woman is from Chang'an. Master Zhang came from Youzhou and also drank wine in his shop for decades.

There are many people who come to Chang'an City to practice martial arts. When they first came, they all had ambitions and wanted to make a name for themselves in Chang'an City with their fists.

But the most in Chang'an City is the capable people. Even geniuses can find two similar ones in the city. And a genius wants to stand firm at the foot of the emperor, it is obviously not enough to rely on one skill alone. Those who should be flattered must be flattered, and those who are merciless in the city also have to be merciless. They have wives, children, and young people. Where can they get revenge? They use money to eliminate disasters for others, and they are eventually slaughtered. They can only blame themselves for being inferior to others.

However, if he did not take in Sancai at the beginning and Prince Xu did not reward the silver, and he would not allow Sancai to save the silver, perhaps there would be no such thing.

But who knows before the incident?

No matter how bad the world is, you cannot blame the good people who do good deeds.

Manager Sun waited for the old woman to cry, thought for a long time, and returned to the back room to take out a bag of silver and gave it to the helpless old woman.

Now, except for the dead, everyone should be more comfortable.

After sending the old woman out, Manager Sun shook his head and sighed, and started to pack up the wine table again...

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At noon, Xu Buling drove his horse to the corner building of Dayefang.

The gambling house has not opened yet, and the sun is very warm in winter. Many idle men gather in front of the brazier at the tea stall, listening to the storyteller talking about strange stories from all over the world.

Dayue's martial arts plot is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Without media channels such as radio and television, the most popular ones are naturally the stories of heroes from all over the world. They eliminate harm to the people and treat one hundred. The listeners are excited. But in fact, the world is not as glorious as Mr. Storytelling. In Xu Buling's opinion, it is nothing more than standing success and fame, lying down without anything, that's all.

Xu Buling led his horse to a tea stall. He looked up and saw Zhu Manzhi, who had changed into new clothes, standing by a tea stall. The sign at his waist was replaced by a bronze medal from Tianzi Camp, which was dazzling like gold. Whether it was passing by, the officers and soldiers or warriors, all looked respectful.

In the past, Zhu Manzhi sat on the tea stall and held her chin when she listened to storytelling. Now she has become a wolf guard in Tianziying with a unique status. She enjoys a salary of seventh-rank martial arts. Naturally, she can't hold her back to her body without any straightness. She stands upright and presses her waist knife. She looks a bit heroic and cool.

"Miss."

Xu Buling walked up to him and called out.

Zhu Manzhi's eyes lit up, and his serious expression just now swept away. He hurriedly turned around and ran over, looking up and down a few eyes:

"Mr. Xu, you're here. Are you okay last time? I saw you hit me and wanted to see you, but the palace is too big and I dare not go in..."

Xu Buling smiled calmly: "What can I do? Let's go and find a quiet place."

Zhu Manzhi nodded, took the reins from Xu Buling's hand and followed him, and then untied the bronze medal from his waist and shook it:
Chapter completed!