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Chapter 44 , One, One Monk, One Scholar; One Son, One Nephew, One Sword Spirit(2/2)

One person raised a wine pot, touched it in the air, and shouted, "Don't..."

Then pick up the wine pot and pour it into your mouth.

Although Zhang Baoren was a little palpitations about the liquid like wine because of some experience, he did not hesitate at this time.

A large stream of clear wine fell down my mouth. In an instant, I felt a scorching pain in my mouth, as if a knife was lying down my throat.

The wine is just like the decorations in the house, just like the man Zhao Blacksmith, who is as heroic and as fierce as the one in Zhao.

After feeling uncomfortable, an indescribable heat surges from the stomach, hot, spicy, and refreshing...

Burning a knife is indeed worthy of its reputation.

As soon as the pot was over, the faces of the few people turned a little red, like the elementary apprentice and the old scholar were a little weak at this time.

Holding the wine pot, they looked at each other, and then laughed for no reason, "Hahaha..."

After drinking this bowl of wine, you will get to know each other.

Whether it was the sad and haggard old scholar, the sad old monk, or the shy and shy apprentice... Even Zhang Baoren, who had always had a gloomy face and was silent, laughed freely.

They all seemed to have forgotten all their sorrows and smiled like children.

Bang...bang...bang...bang...

The wine pot was broken all over the floor.

"Happy, happy..."

"I haven't drunk so much for a long time..."

Blacksmith Zhao wiped his mouth, then, slightly drunk, pulled a few people to the side, "Let you see these good things about me..."

A row of sword weapons are arranged on a long red cloth table. These sword weapons are of different shapes and lengths, and each one is unique.

Some of them are only long forearms, like a long dagger...

Some have palms that are more than one meter long and cannot be raised easily...

Some are as soft as belts and extremely tough...

Some are as thin as a broken palm and cannot bend at all...

Or looking at strange shapes...

Or extremely formal...

Or neatly printed on the blade...

Or it seems to be a natural pattern...

Every hand is a fine product and is created by famous artists.
Chapter completed!
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