The men got together, no matter what they started talking about, and started to build the government while chatting.

This has been the case at all times and in all countries, eating peanuts and earning a salary of three thousand, foaming at the mouth and arguing about the political, economic, military and international situation with red ears.

The number one hot search topic at the moment must be the peace talks with the Wolf King’s Golden Account.

Not long ago, the barbarians from the grassland invaded south, and Dagan defended the city and counterattacked successfully. However, the mountains in the northern border were blocked by snow, so they could not take advantage of the victory and pursue the victory.

The Wolf King's Golden Account sent an envoy to negotiate peace with Daqian.

"The peace talks are useless, so we should continue to fight and destroy the grassland all the way north!"

"Your Majesty, like the Holy Ancestor, will definitely not negotiate for peace. Someone in the court must be obstructing it."

"Prime Minister Zhou is the imperial envoy for peace talks, could it be..."

"Hush! Uncle Hui, be careful what you say!"

Li Ping'an quickly stopped him. It's okay to flatter His Majesty, but there's no need to speak ill of Prime Minister Zhou.

Spies from the Zhenfu Division are everywhere.

Maybe the green men fooling around on the street, the drunkards shouting and drinking, the humble coachman, or even the neighbor's uncle who sits at the same table now, could all be spies.

Around the time of application.

The apprenticeship banquet officially began.

Right in front of the banquet hall, Wang Qingshan, dressed in black, was serving tea to Golden Sword Hero Chen Yan.

Chen Yan took the Master's Tea with a smile on his face, took a sip and put it down, then took out a gilt copper plate with the word "Golden Knife" engraved on it.

"From today on, you are my sixth disciple."

"Meet the Master!"

Wang Qingshan knelt down and kowtowed until his forehead turned red.

The guests who witnessed the ceremony shouted and applauded, praising Chen Yan for accepting a filial disciple and a successor to the Golden Knife Sect.

Jianghu people do not pay attention to red tape. Drinking tea and kowtow is considered a ritual.

The guests sat down again and continued eating and drinking.

The wealthy people from the world invited by the Golden Knife Sect include monks, Taoists and laymen, all of them are strong and strong, and many of them hold knives and swords.

Weapons were slapped on the table, large bowls of wine were consumed, large mouthfuls of meat were eaten, and nonsense was spread all over the world.

When you encounter mountain bandits in Qingzhou, you rush forward and kill five or six; when you encounter water bandits in Yunzhou, you jump over the boat and kill ten or eight; or when a master competes in martial arts and loses a single move.

This kind of experience is wonderful to hear.

Neighbors and villagers huddled in corners and did not dare to speak loudly, for fear of attracting suspicion and attracting attention from some murderous maniac.

It was the first time that Li Ping'an met so many Jianghu people. He carefully observed their walking, sitting and lying down. Not to mention that compared to Zhigang, most of them were not even as good as the official disciples of the Golden Knife Sect.

"Sure enough, as Zhigang said, 90% of the people in the world are in the physical training realm, which means they have a lot more strength than ordinary people."

The sword can cut, the bow and arrow can pierce, the medicine can kill...

At this time.

Wang Qingshan came to the table with a wine glass and greeted: "Thank you all for coming to the banquet, I'll do it first as a token of respect!"

As he spoke, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, and the man next to him immediately refilled it.

"Brother Qingshan, you're welcome."

"I did it, you can do whatever you want."

"..."

Everyone at the table quickly stood up and drank a drink.

Li Ping'an noticed that Wang Qingshan was drinking at table after table. Each table had at least two or three glasses and as many as three or four glasses. So far, he didn't feel drunk at all. His drinking capacity was far beyond that of ordinary people. There must be a way to resolve it.

"Brother Ping'an, we haven't seen each other for a few years..."

Wang Qingshan was halfway through speaking when the man said something in his ear, and then he said: "A distinguished guest is here, I have to go and entertain him first. Don't be rude to me."

After saying that, he went to the door, bowed and stood behind Chen Yan and waited.

"Young man Chen is so uninteresting that he doesn't even know how to accept a disciple."

Before the person arrives, the sound comes first.

Soon, a white-haired old man walked in from the door. His eyes were like lightning, his hands were as big as cattail fans, his skin was as gray as bricks, and he had an extraordinary momentum of walking like a dragon and a tiger.

Li Ping'an recognized the person who was also a famous knight in the capital, and was a faucet Zhao Yuntu.

Chen Yan, the hero of the golden sword, said: "Qingshan, Zhao Longtou went to the banquet in person. You are so proud, but you still don't want to be polite?"

"Meet Zhao Longtou."

Wang Qingshan suppressed the excitement in his heart and stepped forward to bow and salute.

Zhao Yuntu became famous much earlier than Chen Yan. He rose to prominence at a young age, unified both sides of the Jishui River, controlled the main river transportation routes in the capital, and had thousands of disciples, boatmen, and laborers under his command.

When Wang Qingshan was a boy, he admired Zhao Yuntu very much. Today, seeing him up close, he was a little excited.

"No need to be polite."

Zhao Yuntu smiled broadly and patted Wang Qingshan's shoulder affectionately.

"As an old man in the world, I should give more support to the younger generation. In addition to the gift of one thousand taels of silver, I will give you two boats!"

Wow!

Giving away money and property, such a generous gift caused an uproar.

The wealthy people in the world shouted "Old Dragon Head is mighty", and the neighbors turned purple with envy.

After Wang Qingshan received his master's approval, he bowed and saluted again: "Thank you Zhao Longtou!"

The appearance of Zhao Yuntu pushed the apprenticeship banquet to a climax.

Just like the big stars of later generations, all the stars are holding the moon, and everywhere they pass are compliments.

The neighbors and folks who were originally afraid of Jianghu people couldn't help but be fascinated by him, and eagerly wanted to go over and have a toast. If they could fall into the eyes of the heroes, they would become rich immediately.

Li Ping'an sat in the corner, still eating and drinking slowly.

Not hurried or slow, not arrogant or impetuous, as if watching a drama as a bystander.

"I was wrong to get Jian Muzhi, and my life span is only a hundred years. I will also fight for fame and fortune, and fight to the death to leave a line in the history books.

Nowadays, I only want to be low-key and stable, and my life has lost a lot of excitement. This is just a gain and a loss! "

Eat and drink enough.

Say goodbye and go home.

…

The apprenticeship banquet lasted until dark.

The wealthy people in the world were drunk and wandered away, either looking for an inn to rest, or changing places to continue the next scene.

Those who live in the world are never short of food and drink.

Just walk into a restaurant, and if you see people from the world, you'll get together and exchange names.

You are called the dragon crossing the river, and I am the tiger descending from the mountain.

We have admired each other for a long time, no matter how respectful we are, we can make friends in just a few words, sit down and eat and drink together.

It doesn't matter if you meet someone who doesn't give you face, go back and spread rumors everywhere, saying that so-and-so is unworthy of being called a hero, and you can't even bear to drink with your fellow warriors.

Rumors spread easily throughout the world, but it is difficult to wash them away!

Qi Laosan, nicknamed Po Feng Dao, relied on this method to get drunk at Dingxiang Tower and drank until midnight.

Walking on the street, the wind blows and I wake up mostly from alcohol.

"It's time to get down to business!"

During the day, I attended the apprenticeship banquet and took away one hundred taels of silver. UU reading www.uukaｎshu.netｔ

Such generous gestures made Qi Laosan so popular that when Wang Qingshan came to the table to propose a toast, he specially had a drink with him.

Normally the two of them were just acquaintances, but today Qi Laosan was bleeding profusely, so of course he had other plans.

"The leader of the Golden Knife Sect is very strict in recruiting disciples. Brother Wang must have extraordinary qualifications. If you have many connections now, you will be able to benefit from them in the future."

"What's more, we don't have to pay for this money, so maybe we can still make some money!"

Qi Laosan watched all directions at the banquet and listened to all directions. He has found a way to get money, and he will go and get it tonight.

Using Qinggong, he walked through the streets and alleys until he came to the door of the mortuary.

"That's it!"

Qi Laosan inquired with the people in the community and found out that this family had several generations of mourners, but they had very little wealth.

Using his legs hard, he jumped and landed on the wall.

hiss--

He endured the severe pain and didn't scream. He looked down and saw that the wall was covered with iron nails, and there were three or four holes in the soles of his feet.

"Damn, why are there nails in the wall?"

Qi Laosan was angry. He originally wanted to borrow a hundred and eighty taels of silver, but now he had to steal it all.

He grinned and pulled out the sole of his foot, and the blood instantly turned his shoes and socks red.

He carefully climbed down from the wall, slid to the window sill, and pierced the window paper to look inside the room. It was dark and there was no sound.

Qi Laosan opened the window latch and skillfully got into the house.

He glanced at the bed and cupboards, wondering where to start searching, when he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a bloody blade passing through his chest.

Qi Laosan turned around blankly and saw a figure covered with a scarf.

"Are you...ho ho ho... traveling with you?"

Before he finished speaking, blood poured out of his throat, and he fell to the ground and twitched a few times, losing his breath.