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Chapter 208: Beauty Drinking


The information about Zhao Wudi was like an invisible picture scroll that appeared in Li Ruoxi's mind. \ According to the memory scroll in her mind, she compared them with the young man in front of her one by one, and she was ninety percent sure in her heart, and she could be sure that the young man in front of her was the Zhao Wushu who stirred up a storm in the border city of Shuofang.

Yangzhou people, named Zhao Wudi, is seventeen years old All of this is consistent, without the slightest error, Li Ruoxi does not think it is a coincidence.

The reason why a coincidence is called a coincidence is because it is not common, although the world is large and the population is innumerable, there may be two people who are very similar in appearance and similar age, but because of each other's different backgrounds, family backgrounds and life experiences, there are always differences here and there.

What's more, the skin on this Zhao Wudi's face was slightly rough, which was the trace of the invasion of wind and frost in the north, and Yangzhou was located in a prosperous place with a pleasant climate, if he had never been to the north and the Western Regions, and had been there for a long time, it would be impossible to be contaminated with these traces.

Look at his hands again, the mottled calluses between his fingers, as a person who has practiced martial arts since childhood, Li Ruoxi still has this vision.

From Zhao Wudi's hand, it can be deduced that he is not only a martial artist, but also a soldier.

Li Ruoxi saw Zhao Wuyi's identity, and Mama Ye also had this suspicion, because they were all around the big wooden plate, too close to each other, and they couldn't ask each other, so they could only show with their eyes.

Li Ruoxi can be said to be brought up by Mama Ye, and it can be said that they have a heart-to-heart connection, and one look is enough, but the corner of Li Ruoxi's mouth showed a wry smile, and she shook her head slightly, indicating that it was not feasible to wait and see.

Li Ruoxi appeased Mama Ye and didn't take action for the time being, the reason for this was not because Zhao Wuxian was charming, and Li Ruoxi, a little beauty, was confused, but that there were two rivals in front of him, and it was a question whether he could get out of danger and return to the whole body, and where could he have the ability to deal with Zhao Wuving.

Since he has determined that the person in front of him is Zhao Wushu of Shuo Fang, then he is by no means a scholar who is powerless.

Since Zhao Wuyi was able to slash Qinglong Yi with one sword, then his cultivation was at least not lower than that of Mama Ye, and now he saw that his breath was as peaceful as an ordinary person, and there was no trace of the fierce momentum of a martial artist on his body, and the truth could only be that he had entered the legendary realm of returning to the basics.

In this way, in the face of a peerless master who has entered the realm of legends, it is difficult for them to even save their lives, and what to talk about to deal with Zhao Wushu and kill him in advance according to the order of Master Alu Buhua Now we can only pray that Zhao Wushu did not know their details because he had "left" Shuofang in advance, so that they would have one less formidable opponent and increase the possibility of escaping from the disciples of the Great Snow Mountain tonight.

In fact, just as Li Ruoxi thought, Zhao Wushu had no idea about everything that happened in Shuofang during this period since he fell into the underground river in Shuofang City and did not wake up until Longmen.

"Wine and meat through the intestines, the Buddha left Amitabha Buddha in his heart, happy, the little monk saluted a few ladies a bowl" Dazi smiled and groaned and picked up the coarse porcelain bowl and bowed his head slightly to Li Ruoxi and others to make a gesture, and then tilted his neck to "goo dong goo dong" gulp swallow, and drank a big bowl of three pulp A trickle is left.

"It is an honor to be warmly entertained by the master today, and although the slave is not strong enough to drink, he must also drink this cup to the fullest."

Li Ruoxi smiled lightly, just like the spring breeze and rain, the first bloom of a hundred flowers, tactful and charming, intoxicating.

In the surprised eyes of the calyx, two small hands like warm jade picked up the coarse porcelain bowl, the head of the mantis was slightly raised, and the big bowl gradually tilted, and the clear wine like jade juice condensed into a white line, which was poured into the small mouth of the cherry.

A delicate woman like a flower and jade, who should have been half-covered and sipping like a Jiangnan woman, but now she actually drank whale swallowing, but she was not rude, and she even had a different flavor.

Li Ruoxi doesn't seem to be good at drinking, and after a large bowl of Sanle pulp was dried, her fair face was suddenly covered with red clouds, making her more and more delicate.

Literati and writers have always liked to use flowers as a metaphor for beauty, but at this moment, Zhao Wudi thinks that the flowers in the world are not enough to compare with Li Ruoxi, just because Li Ruoxi at this moment can be said to be more beautiful than flowers.

Not only does Zhao Wudi think so, but looking at Da Zizi's appearance, it can be seen that he also feels the same way.

Da Zizi squinted his eyes and stared at Li Ruoxi for a long time, the flower-like smile was quite weird, and Zhao Wushu saw a touch of greed and blasphemy and possession from it Da Zi didn't make any out-of-the-ordinary movements, his eyes quickly calmed down, and he became clear again, and he made witty words and frequently persuaded him to drink, it seemed to be a reunion of a group of old friends who hadn't seen him for many years, and they were very affectionate.

However, he did not force Li Ruoxi to continue to drink, let him sip in small sips, and aimed the main target at Zhao Wuyi, the two of them bowl after bowl, and even drank the two large jars and three pulps.

The wine is dry, the night is late, and there is still a lot of barbecue, but no one uses it anymore.

"Amitabha, happy, happy wine is less than a thousand cups of confidant, Brother Zhao, do you want to come to another altar" Da Zizi drank bitterly, and drank no less than Zhao Wuving, but his face did not have a trace of redness, but became more and more white.

He had fluttering sleeves, a clear posture, and a "demonic aura" in his gestures, and he looked like he was still unsatisfied, and he opened his mouth to invite him to continue drinking with Zhao Wuving.

Zhao Wudi smiled slightly, and politely refused: "God knows, if you lose more than you can make up for the shortfall, it is not as good as having a drink with the master tonight, it is already eight or nine times out of ten, why not divide the remaining one or two points for the next day."

"Okay, well, if that's the case, then as Brother Zhao said, leave it for another day."

Da Zizi didn't insist like a drunkard, but listened to Zhao Wudi's advice.

He got up and gave the rest of the barbecue to the white tiger with a big wooden plate, and opened the white tiger's mouth excitedly, instinctively wanting to howl loudly, but suddenly remembered that the terrible guy was right in front of him, so he hummed twice in his throat, which was regarded as expressing his feelings.

After a full meal and wine, the next step should be to disperse at the end of the song, and each find a place to rest.

However, this small temple is so simple that there may not be extra Zen rooms for guests to rest.

Da Zizi's eyes flowed, swept over everyone one by one, and finally stopped on Zhao Wudi, and said with a smile: "The small temple is simple, there is only one meditation room of Senior Brother Gumoshi, so please let Brother Zhao in and rest."

He actually gave the only meditation bed in the small temple to Zhao Wuving, which couldn't help but make people wonder, could it be that Zhao Wuvor had such a high status in his heart I gave up this meditation room, including Da Zizi, and I could only sleep here with the Big Buddha as my companion.

Why he did it: