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41. Who comforts the dust

There are lights all the way around the streets and alleys in the city.

Su Che walked aimlessly, but when he came back to his senses, he was awakened by the smell of food on the street.

He looked around and saw a tavern not far away. The wine flag was gently floating in the evening breeze, with black characters on white background, and the huge word "Wine" was extremely eye-catching.

His eyes lowered and he walked over there.

"I said he will definitely come."

"But it's not too late..."

"Yeah, drive people away?"

“…It’s not, but, aren’t you hungry?”

"I'm really hungry after hearing what you said. Then go quickly and have a drink!"

As soon as Su Che arrived at the entrance of the tavern, he heard a familiar voice coming from inside.

He was slightly stunned, both surprised and wondering who the other party was.

"Hey, don't be busy for now. I see you have to prepare two of you for the wine and delicious dishes."

In the store, the young man's idle eyes suddenly condensed, and a little smile came to him. He grabbed the waiter who was about to leave and said with a smile.

The waiter was stunned at first, then his eyes lit up, "Is the young hero's friend here?"

The young man laughed, "Here's here, your money is here."

When he said this, the waiter did not go to the kitchen to order food or serve wine, but looked directly at the door.

Even other drinkers who knew the inside story, they looked over with curiosity and wanted to see who the young friend was.

The window was open, and the evening breeze was already a little cold.

The curtain was blown by the wind, and the quaint hilt of the sword was lifted open in a corner, and a figure walked in with the wind on his back.

He wore the gray robe that was common on the street, which looked not luxurious, and had no other decorations on his body. He only had a piece of jade hanging around his waist. Behind him, he was carrying a long cloth-wrapped object. It was a bit wide, as if it were two swords, but it had no weight.

He held a sword in his hand, which was as simple as him, but it did not make people feel ordinary. As his eyes, there was a force as firm as a reef in peace.

This is a kind of calmness, a kind of vicissitudes of experience that is inconsistent with his age.

This is a young man under twenty years old.

Su Che raised his eyes and felt the gaze from the tables left and right in front of him. His eyes were calm, and what he looked at was the person on the table next to the window in front of him.

The man waved at him, with a smile on his dirty face.

Su Che was a little surprised, but he couldn't help but smile.

I feel like meeting a familiar friend in the lonely forest and meeting someone who can walk with me on the road at night.

He walked over.

Then he said naturally: "Why are you here?"

Su Che's voice was unexpectedly low, and he didn't even expect that this was not the thirst after lack of water, but more like the depth of being lonely.

Perhaps, it was at this place and at this time that he met the person in front of him, so he subconsciously relaxed a little, no longer as tight as when he was at the Peach Blossom Sword Lord.

"Because there is good wine here." The young man in front of him raised his eyebrows at the waiter beside him.

The waiter immediately came back to his senses and understood. He quickly pulled a stool, wiped it with a towel, and then said, "Customer, please sit first, and then I'll prepare hot dishes."

As he said that, he smiled, took a teapot from the table, poured a glass of water, and then left.

Su Che sat on the stool.

"It's really an accident." He picked up the teacup, took a sip of water, and said.

The young man who was drinking in front of him was just over a month ago and then the thief who should have returned to the Mohist Party City.

"What's the surprise?" The Tuo Shuai curled his lips and grabbed the teacup in Su Che's hand, poured the tea water into the tea tray, and then poured the glass of wine.

"Damn." He handed the cup over.

Su Che took it and didn't drink it immediately, "I haven't eaten for a day, so I'll drink this?"

When the thief coach heard this, he said, "If you can go down the mountain alive, you will burn the incense."

"Hear?" Su Che asked.

The thief nodded silently.

This incident spread throughout the Liangzhou martial arts world in just half a day. He has been in this Liangzhou city, so he can hear it sincerely.

"Where was he buried?" he asked.

Su Che knew who he was asking, and drank the wine in the glass, and his face was slightly drunk, "The mountain behind the Peach Blossom Sword Pavilion."

"Life is impermanent." The Tuo Shuai had a lot of comforting words before, but he only enlightened him after seeing the person in front of him, but now he doesn't know where to start.

Or, it's hard to say it.

"It's life impermanence, and it's my fault." Su Che said: "If I hadn't believed Qiao Zhiwei and followed her up the mountain, Luo Qing wouldn't have died."

"It's just that woman is so vicious and clever, she even hides me from it." The Tuo Shuai shook her head, "I think I have been in and out of the world since I was a child and dealing with people, but I still haven't seen through her thoughts."

Su Che glanced at him and said, "Why are you here?"

"I..."

After hearing this, the thief was about to say something to cover up when the waiter brought up a pot of wine and then answered: "Young man, you friend have been waiting for you for more than a month."

Su Che's eyes were surprised, and then his heart became warm. He looked at the Thief Shopping who seemed to be furious and dodging his eyes and smiled.

"What are you talking nonsense? Why don't you go and call the vegetables quickly? I'll starve me to death." The thief waved his hand and said dissatisfied.

The waiter hurriedly left and said before leaving: "This is the good wine collected by our store. It was sent by the shopkeeper. It was just warm."

The thief looked at the shopkeeper. The latter was just planning, but he had two pieces of silver on his other hand.

"Hmph, there is no businessman, and I'm afraid that I'll lose money for the wine." The thief understood at a glance and muttered dissatisfaction.

Seeing this, Su Che felt a sense of depression and couldn't help but smile and said, "Why, you have lived here for more than a month, can you not give money?"

"The money has been spent long ago." The Tuo Shuai picked up the pot of wine that he had just warmed up and came forward to smell it. His eyes lit up, "This wine is so fragrant."

When old friends reunite, they are so frustrated and depressed, they should not say anything dejected, and sad things can not be comfortable just by saying them.

Luo Qing was the two of them acquainted each other and they were not feeling well. If you talk too much, it would be a big deal to make you feel depressed.

If you have something sad, you have to hide it in your heart and you will be able to reminisce about it yourself.

The old wine is mellow and Su Che is not good at drinking, but it can't stop the Tuo Shuai from insisting on it, so he had to drink two more glasses.

At this time, the evening breeze outside became strong and the candlelight in the shop became brighter.

The guests left with laughter, some swaying on their shoulders, while others joking about where to go for fun later. It was a lively tavern, but suddenly it became quiet.

On this cool night.

The waiter came up with the food, looked at the two people who were drinking silently, and didn't say much, just put down the food and left silently.

The young guy in the hall was packing up the tables and chairs after the guests left. The merciless shopkeeper didn't plan to do it, but instead cated in the corner behind the counter and started dozing.

Everything was quiet, only the occasional sound of two people touching their glasses.
Chapter completed!
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