Martial Arts Secret Realm: Only I Can Know the Plot?

Chapter 4: The Tavern

Some say that Jin Yong's stories, structure, and cultural depth are unparalleled in the world of martial arts novels, but his human touch is lacking compared to Gu Long.

The characters he creates are always upright and seem to always be doing what heroes should do. Except for Wei Xiaobao at the end, they are all like heroes in the book.

The characters in Gu Long's novels always do unexpected things and say nonsensical things, but you feel that, hey, they are just highly capable people, like the living, breathing people around you.

Those rambling remarks, in short, were just pretentious.

They were just very good at pretending.

Therefore, Sun Fan had already set the course of action before he arrived.

In summary, the key is to cultivate an air of sophistication by speaking in a way that is not common sense.

He remained silent, ignoring the gazes directed at him by the two men.

He threw a bottle of Moutai directly at Yan Shisan's table, and the bottom of the bottle spun perfectly as it landed on the table.

"If you want a drink, just say so. Why make things difficult for the waiter?"

After saying that, she stopped looking at the other person, focused on picking up a piece of osmanthus cake, and carefully filled the small cup she had brought with her.

Oh?

Yan Shisan and Crow exchanged a glance, and simultaneously reached out to snatch the Moutai.

Yan Shisan's hands are very fast; masters of fast swordsmanship all have very fast hands.

But the crow seemed to know in advance that it was no match for its opponent in terms of speed, so it used its chopsticks to tumble up and down, mainly to intercept the arm, and did nothing to prevent the opponent from taking back the hand that had reached the wine bottle.

After several rounds of competition, neither of them could gain the upper hand.

Suddenly, Yan Shisan said, "I'll drink eight-tenths of the wine, and you can keep the bottle."

The crow scoffed, "Tch, no matter how good the bottle is, it's just a toy. The real thing is the wine you drink. I'll drink sixty percent, and you can keep the bottle."

Yan Shisan said, "I have been traveling the world for many years, and there is only one of its kind with such an exquisite mechanism as this bottle. If you find a wealthy family, it will probably be enough to pay for your drinks for the rest of your life."

The crow scoffed even more: "How can such a vulgar thing compare to the wine in this bottle?"

"Besides, I never spend money on drinking."

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter again.

In the end, the two decided to split the wine 50/50, pouring out the wine beforehand so that neither of them would drink any more.

The moment the wine hit their throats, their eyes lit up!

strong!

An unprecedentedly powerful rush straight into the mouth.

They had never drunk such strong liquor before!

柔！

Although the alcohol content is high, it is smooth on the palate and goes down the throat easily.

The two, who were originally drinking heartily from bowls, couldn't resist switching to small cups.

As he drank, Yan Shisan suddenly became sentimental.

"After this meal, I wonder if I'll ever taste such fine wine again in my lifetime."

The crow nodded: "Indeed, compared to this wine, all other fine wines are tasteless. I'm afraid I won't be able to drink for a while."

Seeing that the two had drunk enough, Sun Fan spoke up: "You two are just wasting good wine by drinking like this."

Normally, no one would dare to point and whisper about the two of them like that.

But they were in a bind because they were being fed, and besides, Yan Shisan and Crow were eyeing the half-bottle of wine Sun Fan had left.

They wanted to see which young man was so bold!

So the two walked to the table and finally saw Sun Fan's face.

Unexpectedly youthful, with a clean face that hides a hint of determination, but the sickly whiteness on his face diminishes his otherwise masculine features, making him look more like a scholar than a wandering swordsman.

Yan Shisan raised an eyebrow: "How shall I address you?"

Sun Fan waved his hand: "We are both wanderers in this world, why should we need to have known each other before?"

A crow standing nearby grumbled, "Young man, you're so young, be careful what you say."

Faced with the crow's question, Sun Fan did not answer.

Compared to the two men's table laden with delicacies, Sun Fan's table was simple, with only two dishes: a fish head with chopped chili peppers and a cold pig's ear salad, plus a plate of fried peanuts.

He slowly picked up the wine cup, took a small sip, ate a bite of tender fish head meat, and then chewed two peanuts.

He exhaled, then pulled a cardboard box from his pocket, took out a cigarette, and then took out a metal box, magically conjuring a flame.

Light the cigarette with the flame, flick your hand to extinguish the flame, and take a pleasant puff.

Finally, he exhaled a smoke ring with a sense of enjoyment.

His movements were so fluid and graceful that even Yan and Wu, who knew nothing about cigarettes, could feel Sun Fan's ease and comfort.

Yan Shisan smiled.

He suddenly realized that the boy in front of him was quite interesting.

It is rare for a dying person to be calm.

He pulled the crow down to sit, imitating its behavior.

He took Sun Fan's small wine cup, poured himself a cup of wine, and slowly swallowed it.

Then he took the chopsticks and picked up a piece of fish head meat.

Just as he was about to ask the waiter for a tinderbox after taking the cigarettes, Sun Fan took out a lighter and offered it to him.

Yan Shisan naturally put the cigarette in his mouth and leaned closer.

Once the sparks have fully ignited the tobacco, take a deep drag.

Whew, that feels good.

The crow sitting nearby followed suit and immediately did the same thing.

In an instant, all three of them slumped into their chairs, puffing away and sipping their drinks.

Nobody wanted to talk.

The three of them drank Sun Fan's bottle until it was empty, and smoked a whole pack of Zhonghua cigarettes.

The waiter noticed that the three gentlemen were sitting in their chairs, almost asleep.

Finally unable to resist, he stepped forward and asked, "Gentlemen, have you had your fill of food and drink?"

Neither the crow nor Yan Shisan spoke.

Sun Fan hummed in response.

"Who among you will settle the bill?"

Crow and Yan Shisan exchanged a glance, somewhat embarrassed.

Even though they were thick-skinned enough, they were still a little embarrassed to eat, take, and let others pay the bill when they met Sun Fan by chance.

"Go, take my horse as payment, and get me one guest room, no, three."

The meticulous waiter even brought out Sun Fan's horse so he could confirm that it was indeed the same horse.

"Yes, that's it."

Only then did he lower his head and begin preparing the guest rooms.

Yan Shisan, who was usually silent, suddenly spoke up: "This horse is probably worth ten tables of food."

The crow beside him shook its head.

"No"

"I'm afraid even settling the price of this restaurant wouldn't be enough."

Yan Shisan was somewhat surprised. He knew it was a good horse, but he didn't expect it to be this good.

Having traveled extensively throughout the country and even visited the Western Regions, I now know what a fine horse this is!

A prized horse, worth more than a thousand pieces of gold.

For many people, a fast horse can sometimes mean a life.