Chapter 29 Unspeakable, Unspeakable
Old Zhang thought for a moment and picked up the bowl of wine.
He glanced at the gentleman again, then gulped down the wine in the bowl. After taking a small sip, he was about to put it down.
But suddenly, I heard the gentleman say, "It's all drunk."
Seeing this, Old Man Zhang gritted his teeth and gulped down all the wine in that bowl.
Xiao Liu opened his mouth and turned his head to look at Mr. Chen again.
He is somewhat confused.
"Phew."
After downing a bowl of wine, Old Man Zhang let out a long sigh of relief. His eyes were a little red, as if he had been burned by the wine.
This aged wine is truly strong. Old Man Zhang wiped his face and came to his senses.
Chen Changsheng gave a gentle smile and said, "Strong liquor can boost one's courage and warm up the five internal organs, but that's just one bowl."
"Sir, what you said makes sense. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't be able to drink many bowls." "
That's not necessarily so.
Chen Changsheng said, "Who can say for sure what will happen in the future?"
Xiao Liu, who was standing aside, sighed in his heart.
He didn't understand why the gentleman advised the shopkeeper to drink this bowl of wine.
Now he didn't want to say much. After the master left, he was sure to take the shopkeeper to Doctor Tong's place.
Then the gentleman and the shopkeeper kept chatting until the hour of Shen. The sun above their heads moved westward, and a shadow also hung over the entrance of the tavern.
Seeing that it was getting late, Chen Changsheng got up to take his leave.
It's getting late. It's time for Chen Mou to leave.
"Sir, take care. I'll see you off."
Old Zhang got up and saw Chen Changsheng off to the door.
Xiao Liu saw that the shopkeeper showed no sign of sluggishness after getting up, and even walked like an ordinary person.
"Palm..."
He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment and hurriedly caught up.
Chen Changsheng walked to the entrance of the tavern and raised his hand, saying, "Let's take it here."
Old Zhang nodded and said, "When Sir Comes again next time, I'll keep a few more jars of Autumn Moon wine."
Chen Changsheng smiled and nodded, saying, "That's a good relationship."
"Take care, Sir."
"Gone."
In Old Zhang's eyes, the gentleman walked away in a green robe, looking very dashing.
It seems so. Sir Is no ordinary person. Wandering in the world, yet untainted by the mundane, he should be carefree.
Isn't it a blessing for this old man, Sir, to be able to chat with someone as vulgar as he is?
"Shopkeeper's..."
Xiao Liu spoke somewhat blankly, looking at him and saying, "Your legs..."
"Ang?"
Old Zhang paused for a moment and asked, "My legs?"
Xiao Liu pursed his lips and said, "Shopkeeper, take a few more steps and have a look."
Old Man Zhang suddenly came to his senses. He quickly took a few steps. After walking for two, the sharp pain in his leg completely vanished, and the stiffness was completely gone.
"Shopkeeper, is your leg healed?" Xiao Liu exclaimed in surprise.
Old Zhang's eyes widened as he looked into the distance.
However, the figure of that gentleman had long vanished from his sight.
He let out a long sigh of relief and understood everything.
"So that's it..."
Old Zhang gave a helpless smile and said, "How could the master deliberately let him drink that bowl of strong liquor?"
So that's it, so that's it!
Old Zhang smiled, revealing his drafty front teeth, but his eyes suddenly turned a little red.
One word after another couldn't express the gratitude in his heart.
Xiao Liu stood aside, with too many doubts in his heart.
Has the shopkeeper's leg problem really been cured?
How good is that?
He felt that all of this was somewhat unreal.
Looking at the shopkeeper's expression again, Xiao Liu knew that there must be something he had never known.
"Go back."
Old Zhang was smiling happily. After waving his hand, he walked into the tavern.
Xiao Liu caught up with the shopkeeper's pace and said, "Shopkeeper, has your leg really recovered?"
Old Zhang smiled and shook his head, saying, "Don't say it, don't say it..."
"Ah?"
Xiao Liudun remained where he was. Seeing the shopkeeper laughing, he walked into the backyard.
He couldn't help scratching his head, somewhat confused.
...
Chen Changsheng walked down from the bridge.
He planned to take a stroll in the Autumn Moon Pavilion. Last night when he was in the bookstore, he had already thought of one thing.
It's really troublesome to pull out one's own hair frequently. Besides, it's not easy to keep and might even be lost easily.
So he wants to find a place to see if there is anything that can help him store his hair, preferably something convenient.
Tongji Hall is located beside the corridor of the west bridge of Qiuyuefang.
Tong Zhihuan in the clinic had already shed his nairedness. He skillfully held the medicine, labeled it according to the dosage, wrapped it in oiled paper and packed it up.
These medicines are to be picked up by the patient tomorrow.
"Phew..."
Tong Zhihuan let out a sigh of relief, "Finally done."
He walked out of the clinic, intending to take a break and enjoy the breeze at the entrance.
But when I looked up, I saw a figure on that bridge.
That's...
Tong Zhihuan was stunned for a moment. His pupils suddenly constricted, and his eyes stared at the gentleman who had walked down from the bridge without blinking an eye.
He suddenly came to his senses and turned his head to look at his father who was observing the medical skills in the clinic.
"Dad, I'm going out for a while!"
Tong Caizheng nodded in agreement after hearing this and said, "Come back before dark."
"Ok."
Tong Zhihuan ran out of the door.
He trotted all the way and reached the position at the bridgehead.
After catching his breath, he began to look around, searching for the figure of that gentleman.
"Where did you go..."
Tong Zhihuan muttered to himself and was about to set off to continue his search.
But suddenly, a voice came from behind.
It's you again.
Tong Zhihuan was startled for a moment. He turned his head sharply. After seeing the gentleman's face, a memory came to his mind.
It's him! It's really him!
Chen Changsheng looked at Tong Zhihuan in front of him. To be honest, this was already the second time he had met this child.
Tong Zhihuan quickly took two steps back, lowered her head and bowed her hands, saying, "Immortal Lord, I, this kid didn't mean to offend. It's just, just..."
Cold sweat trickled down his forehead. He never expected to run into this gentleman again this time.
He thought he had been very careful.
"Ang?" Chen Changsheng was somewhat surprised and couldn't help smiling, saying, "When did you offend me?"
Tong Zhihuan was also taken aback upon hearing this. He raised his head, his eyes filled with confusion.
"No, no?" Tong Zhi said in a daze.
Chen Mou doesn't think so.
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "By the way, why do you call me Lord Immortal?"
Tong Zhihuan opened her mouth and then began to explain.
He talked about the incident of listening to the corner of the wall a few years ago, and then about the later event when the City God appeared in a dream.
Is that so... Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "No wonder you are so afraid of me."
Tong Zhihuan pursed her lips and then said, "Immortal Lord, I was still young back then and didn't understand the rules, which is why I offended you. It wasn't intentional. I hope Immortal Lord will show mercy and forgive me."
Chen Changsheng saw that he was almost in tears as he spoke.
He couldn't help asking, "I tell you, what on earth did the Old City God tell you?"
"Lord City God..."
Tong Zhihuan hurriedly said, "No, it has nothing to do with the City God."
Chen Changsheng smiled and said, "Alright, it's not as serious as you think. I won't take your life, nor will I make things difficult for you. Chen Mou isn't so stingy."
(End of this chapter)