C64 The Atmosphere in the Tavern Was Chaotic

When Xiao Nanfeng was determined to find Dugu Ming, she had been gone for many days. These days, he picked up the wine pot again. Like a weed that had just grown some roots, it rose from the ground once again and was blown into the cold wind.

Any swordsman who drank alcohol would not have a good temper. His fist was once again aimed at bartender. In the blink of an eye, bartender's face had turned red, and a few bloody teeth flew out.

"Are you still trying to reason with me? You, you are going too far!" bartender covered his mouth and cried.

Xiao Nanfeng was laughing loudly. His voice was getting louder and louder, but there were tears in his eyes. "There is no such thing as logic in this world. If you don't bully others, you can only be bullied. Come, come and beat me up! "

Bartender had already raised his hand, but it was quickly put down. He saw that the hand holding the wine pot was full of calluses. His parents had warned him since he was a child not to provoke anyone with calluses on their hands. Because, they were very likely the legendary blade artists.

There were indeed many blade artists in Gusu City, but there were not many blade artists with calluses on their hands. A person in his early twenties had such a hand. This meant that he was an even more powerful blade artist.

"Why? Ah? Why haven't you made your move yet? If you hit me, you won't be bullied! " Xiao Nanfeng's voice had spread across the entire restaurant, and many customers had their eyes fixed on him.

When bartender's eyes met Xiao Nanfeng's, he suddenly burst into tears. "Ah, don't force me. I can't, I can't!" He fell to the ground, his legs twitching.

Xiao Nanfeng covered his nose and sighed, "Sigh, I don't cherish it. . . "

Before he could finish, a child had stabbed a dagger into his waist. Xiao Nanfeng stared at the child with widened eyes, not knowing what to say.

The child pulled out the dagger with trembling hands. He retreated to bartender's side and whispered, "Don't, don't bully my father!"

It turned out that this was bartender's child. This child was much braver than bartender. Xiao Nanfeng felt relieved for a moment, but the blood flowing from his waist did not have any intention of stopping.

Bartender grabbed the child's dagger and blocked in front of the child. He said with a trembling voice, "You, him, you are not allowed to hit him!" His words were clearly incoherent, but Xiao Nanfeng could clearly see that the current bartender was no longer the bartender from before.

In front of children, any timid parent would become brave. Xiao Nanfeng smiled knowingly, but unknowingly fell down.

When he woke up again, his wound had already been bandaged. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he smelled was the strong scent of wine. This was bartender's home. In the shortest room behind the restaurant. The room wasn't big. A small bed was right in front of the windowsill. The child was sitting on the bed with his fingers on his fingers. He still had a lingering fear of what had happened during the day.

Xiao Nanfeng wanted to sit up, but he felt a little powerless. He furrowed his brows and said: "Give me some water. "

The child looked up and jumped in shock. He quickly jumped off the bed and listened again. Then, he scrambled to find water. But in this house, other than the few jars of wine, there was not a single mouthful of water.

The child was just about to open the door and go out to look when Xiao Nanfeng said with a bitter smile, "Then let's have some wine!"

When the wine was mentioned, the child's originally dazed face revealed a confident expression. He pointed to the few jars of wine beside him and said, "Then what kind do you want?"

Xiao Nanfeng coughed twice and said. "Don't tell me there are many types of wine here?"

The child smiled and said, "That's right, why don't you take a look at who my father is!? This jar is ten years old wine. It was personally brewed by my father when my mother gave birth to me. "

The child paced a few steps and walked to the side of a jar of wine. He smiled and said, "This jar is a bamboo leaf green wine. It is dry and refreshing but spicy. When it enters the mouth, there is a strong drunkenness. The aftereffects are not small. It has been five years. My father has worked in the tavern for many years and has painstakingly saved it up. "

When the child walked to the third jar, Xiao Nanfeng's saliva was already swirling in his mouth. He smiled bitterly and said, "My little ancestor, you are going to eat me to death. Give me some first! Be good!"

The child looked at him with contempt. He opened the third jar of wine and a fragrance of wine assailed his nostrils. He said somewhat intoxicated, "This is the best wine in our family. It's called Daughter Hong. When my sister was born, my father brewed it. . . " As he said this, the child gradually lowered his head.

When he brought the wine to Xiao Nanfeng, Xiao Nanfeng could clearly feel his mood suddenly drop.

"What's your name?" Xiao Nanfeng asked while drinking.

"Ergou. " The child said with a wooden face.

Xiao Nanfeng almost spat out a mouthful of wine. He shook his head and smiled. "This, such a nice name, I wonder which master gave it to you? You have to thank him when you grow up! "

The child glared at him, his hands constantly gripping his fingers as he said: "I know my name is unpleasant, but if I don't call him that, I won't be able to live. "

"Bullsh * t, how can a person's life be decided by name? Who said that? " Xiao Nanfeng said unhappily.

Ergou raised his thumb and pointed to his back and shouted, "My dad is right. "

Xiao Nanfeng shook his head and sighed. "Is that true? Is a dog's life longer than a human's?"

Ergou sighed and said, "The life of a human is not long. It is not up to a human to decide. The life of a dog is up to a human to decide. That's why we all call it that. "

Xiao Nanfeng suddenly stopped talking. He drank a few mouthfuls of wine and asked, " Just now you said you have a sister?"

Ergou suddenly stopped talking. He lowered his head and desperately dug at the cap of the wine jar in his hand.

At this time, bartender walked in and sighed. "Customer, I'm really sorry. Ergou is not sensible. That's why. . . "

Xiao Nanfeng shook his head and said. "No, no, no. This child is really sensible. But I asked his sister just now. Do you have a daughter?"

Bartender's expression was also somewhat ugly. He sighed, picked up a bowl of wine and drank it all in one gulp. He pulled Ergou into his arms and said, "Ah, the child is bitter. He is only sixteen years old. He has long been gone!"

When Xiao Nanfeng heard this, he could not help frowning slightly. "What is it? Is the child seriously ill at such a young age?"

No one noticed that Ergou's fist had been tightly clenched into a ball, and there were deep teeth marks on the corner of his mouth. Bartender suddenly seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed on the haystack at the side. "Sigh, if she got sick and left, it would be considered that she did not have good fortune in her life. She can only blame herself for not getting sick and leaving!"

Xiao Nanfeng still wanted to ask, but Ergou had already shouted. "Sister was killed by someone!"

Wine was a thing that made people lose themselves. Many people became dispirited because of drinking. But sometimes, wine was also a good thing. It was better to drink to relieve their worries. When a person is troubled, what they need most is not a word of comfort, but a pot of wine.

The house behind the tavern was not big, and the smell of wine permeated the entire house. Coughing sounds came out of the door nonstop. It was already the fifth day, and Xiao Nanfeng had been drinking here for five days. His body was also exhausted. He was no longer holding a knife in his hand, but a pot of wine. A pot of red wine that the bartender brewed for his daughter.

Ergou half-knelt to the side and stared at Xiao Nanfeng's hand with bright eyes. And in his hand was actually a knife. A knife that could kill. Although this knife was not an expensive knife, it was enough to send a healthy person to hell in an instant. This was the power of the knife. It did not matter if you were from a low background or a high ranking official or a high ranking official. No one could avoid the knife, just like no one could avoid death.

"It's the fifth day, Ergou. Did you practice well?" Xiao Nanfeng's voice was still old, but it sounded tired.

Ergou was still staring at Xiao Nanfeng's hand, but he could not help nodding. He could not wait to rush out and bring the murderer who killed her sister to justice.

Xiao Nanfeng didn't say anything else. He just pointed at a few pots of good wine not far away and shook his head.

Ergou looked at the wine and slowly lowered his head. Xiao Nanfeng then asked: "So now, are you still willing to take revenge?"

Xiao Nanfeng pointed at the wine. In fact, he was pointing at bartender. Bartender was not here at the moment, but the wine was enough to become his incarnation. Ergou's eyes were a little blurred, but he held the knife even tighter. "I am willing!"

Xiao Nanfeng drank another mouthful of wine. He looked at the flickering sunlight outside the window and said in a low voice, "When I was your age, I had already learned how to kill people. Killing people is not a big deal. As long as you have enough heart, if it is not enough, then don't look at that person. Remember, don't look at that person's death!"

Cold sweat broke out on Ergou's back. It was the first time he had heard such harsh words, but when he thought about his sister's tragic death, he didn't have anything to be afraid of.

6th of October, the autumn wind was blowing. The wind today was not small, blowing the clothes of the passers-by. Like falling leaves dancing with the wind, the lights on both sides of the road gradually extinguished. The shops along the way all gradually closed their doors, and along the way, a child half the height of an adult walked. The child did not have anything special about him, so he casually swept his gaze across the street. He could see a large number of such children.

Other than his waist, there was a long saber. This blade was almost as tall as his entire person, and it looked really funny when it was at his waist. However, in the Gusu City, there were quite a number of blade wielders like him. At least, there were those blade wielders who came from prestigious families. In order to show their identity, they would often bring along such a blade wielder.