If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden cup stand empty against the moon.

It is my destiny that my wealth will be useful, and I will get it back even after all the money has been spent.

If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cows, you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop drinking.

I sing a song with you, please listen to me.

——Li Bai's "Jinjinjiu".

Although Li Bai was a scholar and scholar, he also had a heroic heart.

If you are happy in life, you must enjoy yourself to the fullest. Don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon. These two lines of poems have become the mantra of Jianghu heroes for hundreds of years. For a Jianghu knight, you can live without food and shelter, but you can't live without wine.

"The five-flowered horse, the golden fur, and the son will be exchanged for fine wine." This is the way of the heroes of the world.

Since ancient times, emperors have loved the country more than beauty. Heroes are different. They also love beauty, but they may love wine more. Beauty will leave the hero at any time, but wine will not. As long as the hero wants to drink, he can buy it at any time, and he can

How much sorrow I can take away from you.

There is the tallest pavilion restaurant in Xuezhou City. The highest point is six floors. Drinking at the fence above the sixth floor, you can almost view the entire scenery of Xuezhou City. In addition, Xuezhou City is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the scenery is beautiful.

It's a good place for viewing.

Therefore, prices are the highest above the sixth floor. Even if you order ordinary dishes, they are almost twice as expensive as below. But even so, there are still many literati, dignitaries, and wanderers who spend a lot of money to come here.

Eat wine at the highest point of the Pavilion Restaurant.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with the customers having a drink at the highest place, but they are just suffering from the waiter who delivers the food. However, this is something that the store owner should consider. The prices above the sixth floor are the highest, and there is no doubt that the waiter’s hard work has been paid there.

In this world, people are all looking for money. As long as they want money, no matter how hard or tiring it is, someone will do it.

Because this pavilion restaurant is the best for viewing the scenery of Xuezhou City, it naturally has another name, called Guanjing Tower.

Strictly speaking, the best viewing place in Xuezhou City is not the pavilion viewing tower, but the top of Youlan Mountain. However, although Youlan Mountain is not too high, it is extremely steep and dangerous, and most people are not very

With good physical strength and endurance, it is really not easy to get to the top of the mountain. Even if you try your best to get to the top of the mountain, you will still spend a lot of energy and be as tired as a pig or a dog.

How can you still be in the mood to view the scenery? In comparison, except for some martial arts heroes with extremely high martial arts skills who can easily go up the mountain to view the scenery, ordinary nobles and dandies would still prefer to come to the second highest place in Xuezhou City.

It’s a great place to come and enjoy the scenery. For just a few bucks, you can have a drink and enjoy the scenery at the same time. It will naturally make you more happy.

Now, at the highest point of the observation tower, there are two weirdos, enjoying a drink.

One is a bold and tall swordsman, and the other is a weird-looking monk.

The two of them had eaten countless cups. The young monk was all red, and he was talking nonsense. He seemed to be a little drunk. However, the swordsman had a good drinking capacity. It seemed that no one in the world could compete with him.

Compete in drinking capacity.

"Good wine! The young monk is not drunk! Come again!" The young monk could not speak clearly clearly.

Generally, drunk people like to say that they are "not drunk".

"I can't drink anymore, I'm a little drunk!" The swordsman waved his hands forcefully.

People who are not drunk usually like to say that they are "somewhat drunk"? But in fact, the real meaning of "somewhat drunk" is that I can still drink. The swordsman can say this, which only means that he can still drink.

, that is, he felt that the young monk was already drunk and could not drink anymore.

People who are truly virtuous in drinking, and people who drink without being immoral, will consider others first at the drinking table, not themselves.

"If you are happy in life, you must enjoy yourself to the fullest. Don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon. It is the first time for a young monk to drink alcohol. Naturally, he will not return until he is drunk." The young monk said loudly, and suddenly he seemed to have some energy again. It seemed that he also understood the swordsman.

I mean, he just felt that he couldn't drink anymore, so he made an excuse.

"Well said! If you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and you will be worried tomorrow. Keep doing it!" The swordsman said, and poured another glass for the little monk. It seemed that this time, he really wanted to get the little monk drunk.

The young monk was obviously infected by the swordsman's heroic spirit, so he drank more than ten cups. This time he seemed to have drank a little too much, and accidentally vomited all over the floor.

This kind of thing is obviously a normal thing in restaurants. The better the restaurant, the faster it will respond to this kind of thing. The Scenic View Building is the best restaurant in Xuezhou, especially here

On the highest floor, there is a waiter ready at any time. As soon as the young monk vomited, a waiter came over to clean up the floor.

"Donor, I'm sorry!" the young monk could only apologize.

"It's okay! Master, drink slowly!" Just when the waiter said this, he felt something was wrong. Because monks usually don't drink, I didn't expect that this monk not only drank, but also drank so much.

"The donor must be thinking, why does a monk drink so much wine?" Unexpectedly, the young monk actually saw what the waiter was thinking.

"Master is overly concerned. I don't think so," the waiter said anxiously.

"No! The donor lied, you think so! You lied!" The monk's words were a little confused.

"Oh! It's none of your business, the master is drunk!" the swordsman had no choice but to help the waiter out.

"No! The young monk is not drunk. The young monk is really not drunk. It's just that a monk who drinks and kills people can't be called a 'master', right?" The young monk seemed to be really drunk, but there was something in his drunken words.

There is also a half-truth.

"Master, isn't it just a title? Master, why should you mind?" the swordsman said.

"Yes! It's just a title, a title, a title..." the young monk said, and couldn't hold on any longer and just fell down on the wine table.

"Go to sleep! After a sleep, everything will be better! The mind is calm, the annoyance is gone, the evil is gone, the devil is silent, the blood is heavy, and the strength is exhausted...

The mind has been calmed, the mind has been calmed, the conditions have been exhausted, Zen has been realized, and emptiness has been solved.

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The Buddha has disappeared, the nightmare has disappeared, the void has disappeared, the energy has entered the ten thousand holes, and returned to the origin." The young monk was sleeping, but the swordsman's voice kept coming vaguely in his ears, and these were all he said.

Bizarre, irrelevant, words that no one can understand.

The young monk could faintly hear the swordsman's voice, and felt that his body was getting more and more comfortable, and the excitement in his heart suddenly relaxed, and he became more relaxed, without any burden at all.
Chapter completed!