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The scholar Mingqi put on his back on the bookcase and left the inn in the morning sun after the rain.
Ye Shen cried after Ming Qi left, and the pear blossoms were raining. Xu Ji didn’t know why Ye Shen could cry so hard, but he made a promise. If Ming Qi did not come, he took Ye Shen to Shennong Valley.
Ming Qi’s arrival is like a small episode, and everyone still lives the same after the episode.
On a sunny day after the rain, Lu Qingyan finally had the opportunity to take Cang Xiuwen to the mountain temple to practice swordsmanship. With Xu Ji’s acquiesce, Erha and Ye Shen followed him to join in the fun.
Xu Ji thought about it, but he still didn’t go. He just asked Ye Shen to cook a few side dishes when he left.
Shortly after the few people left, a white-robed young man walked in outside the door, which was Wei Ran.
Wei Ran was holding a pot of wine in his hand, with a slightly drunk face, just getting drunk.
Wei Ran looked at Xu Ji sitting at the door, looking at him with light eyes, “Oh” sounded, and walked in shakingly with the door frame, murmured as he walked, “Palm… Are you waiting for me here?”
Wei Ran walked over and patted Xu Ji on the shoulder, then sat down in front of a table, put down a pot of wine hanging in his hand, and shouted: “Waiter! Come… come… come a few side dishes!”
Xu Ji waved his hand, and several side dishes in the back room flew out in the air, landing quietly in front of Wei Ran.
Wei Ran was confused, looked at it in a hurry, and said hesitantly, “These side dishes are still… quite thoughtful.”
Xu Ji stood up from the immortal chair at the door, slowly walked to the opposite side of Wei Ran, and sat down facing Wei Ran. Wei Ran hurriedly protected the wine and stuttered, “I’m not…no alcohol anymore, you…don’t ask me for it!”
Xu Ji chuckled, holding his right hand with a sip, and a pot of wine appeared in Xu Ji’s palm. Wei Ran widened his eyes and swallowed, “I…I’m so awesome.”
Wei Ran looked at his right hand in a daze, held it a few times, frowned and murmured, “It’s not good…”
Xu Ji opened the wine plug and drank a faint sip of wine. The rich aroma of wine filled his mouth.
“What’s going on?” Xu Ji said lightly.
Wei Ran seemed to have not heard what Xu Ji said, frowned on the table and looked for something: “Hey… what kind of inn? Chopsticks… can’t even afford chopsticks?”
Xu Ji looked at Wei Ran helplessly. Wei Ran suddenly found a tube containing chopsticks in the middle of the table. He was shocked and said: “Why did so many chopsticks suddenly come out!”
Xu Ji’s face was calm and he said quietly: “You are making trouble?”
WeiRan burped: “My father won’t let me in Zuixianlou, and the other inns and restaurants are too noisy. After thinking about it, you are the only quiet person, and you, the shopkeeper, can chat with me.”
Xu Ji’s face turned dark: “Is there anything wrong? If you have something, just say it, if you have nothing to have fun, get out of here!”
“Hehe…” Wei Ran’s face was unusually rosy, “What’s the anger, the shopkeeper, you can pay at most.”
Worri Nima.
Xu Ji took a deep breath, nodded, and closed his eyes: “I didn’t want to.”
“What?” Wei Ran asked in confusion, but he didn’t know that this was the last sentence he said today.
“Puff”
Xu Ji clapped his hands, and Wei Ran fell on the table and was unconscious. Xu Ji sighed: “I thought there was something important here, but it turned out that I was just here to chat.”
Xu Ji looked outside the door and looked at Wei Ran lying on the table.
Finally, the inn closed early.
Xu Ji came to the temple in the east mountain of the city.