After leaving the teahouse, Fang Chang couldn't help but sigh in his heart again about the power of time, making everything secretly pass and change.

He didn't know what others thought, but in his case, the more experiences he had, the more emotionally indifferent he became.

Obviously he always reminds himself not to let himself become like a stone, but his threshold for emotional fluctuations is constantly increasing.

Nowadays it is rare for anything to truly touch his heart.

His joys and sorrows are almost always fleeting.

It seems like you are laughing. If it is funny, then you are really laughing. As for why you are laughing, it is no longer important.

"I'm still young, why did I become like this?"

Fang Chang was walking on the bustling street. There were many lively people, but no one could understand the loneliness in his heart at this moment.

He felt that he seemed to have gone astray.

If the practice is like this, then even if you practice to the extreme, what will happen if you become immortal and become a clay statue with infinite power?

He raised his head and looked into the distance, unconsciously escaping.

perhaps……

The higher your cultivation level, the more you will find the answer.

Suddenly, he turned around and saw a red figure following him without hesitation.

"You've been with me for a long time."

Fang Chang looked at the girl in red with a calm expression.

"Everyone in the city knows that I have a bad temper and like to destroy families."

The girl in red didn't feel embarrassed at all about being caught, but instead said plausibly:

"This road is so wide, are you allowed to walk alone? Can't I just go with you?"

"And I didn't offend you or do anything wrong. Why would you kill me?"

Fang Chang nodded and said:

"You are right. This road is very wide. With so many people walking on it, you are not the only one missing."

"But I don't like people looking at me from behind, so if I find you behind me again... I will kill you."

Hearing this, the girl in red said angrily:

"You are too domineering. Even if I follow you on purpose, I don't have to take someone's life so seriously."

Fang Chang stopped talking and turned to leave.

The girl in red wanted to follow her again, but remembering the way Fang Chang spoke just now, a cold air came out of her back and she couldn't move forward no matter what.

In the end, she could only angrily scold herself for being useless, and then shouted at Fang Chang's back:

"My name is Chen Yiwan, and my brother is Chen Yiming. We will meet again!"

…

Fang Chang didn't know who Chen Yiwan was, and he didn't need to know who she was.

For him at this moment, everyone in the world is just a passer-by, there is no need to worry about it, and anyone who obstructs him can only be killed.

Instead of going home, he went to a corner tavern.

The tavern is an old tavern. I heard it has been open for more than 50 years. It is a family workshop that has been passed down for three generations.

Now the owner of the tavern is a young man in his twenties, who is enthusiastic and always has a smile on his face.

He has a clerk, but he usually does the clerk's work.

Seeing Fang Chang, the tavern owner immediately came out to greet him.

"Brother Fang, you haven't been here for a while, are you still the third child?"

Fang Chang nodded.

"Xiao Si, a pot of warm rice wine, half a pound of beef with soy sauce, and a plate of peanuts, please bring them up as soon as possible."

The tavern owner led the way, cleaning tables, moving stools, and serving Fang Chang like a father.

The guests on the side saw it and joked with a smile:

"Boss Qiu, why don't I see you being so attentive to us on weekdays? Do you look down on us who make a living as coolies?"

The tavern owner quickly apologized and said with a smile: "How can you, brothers, we all work hard to make a living, no one can look down on the other.

I'm good to Brother Fang, that's because Brother Fang did me a big favor before."

The boss sighed: "Do you still remember that the Blackwater Gang took a fancy to my tavern half a year ago and planned to open a gambling house?"

"Remember, you were ready to move at that time. It was a pity that we couldn't find such a cheap and good place to drink and brag in the future. How did we solve it in the end?"

A regular customer who remembered it asked.

The boss glanced at Fang Chang gratefully and said, "Thanks to Brother Fang's connections, he helped me put in a good word with the Blackwater Gang, and my tavern was saved.

Moreover, in the past six months, the Blackwater Gang has not even collected much protection money from my tavern.

This is all thanks to Brother Fang.

It's a pity that Mr. Fang is busy and has never been able to come to my tavern for a drink. We finally met today. Do you think that if I am not more enthusiastic, am I still a human being?"

"I see."

"Then I have to talk about you, Boss Qiu. When your benefactor comes to your door, he just gives you a bottle of wine and half a catty of beef. It's so stingy."

"Yes, yes, Boss Qiu, I heard that your family has several jars of Nuerhong that have been in existence for more than 20 years. It is a good wine left over from your father's generation.

I heard that I originally wanted to leave it to my daughter, but as a result, I gave birth to a baby with a handle, and now I am not allowed to give it to my benefactor."

Some people shouted, thinking that they should try a few cups themselves.

Boss Qiu smiled bitterly and said: "Since everyone says so, I will make those two jars of daughter red and let everyone try it with Brother Fang."

"good!!"

As soon as he said this, the guests who were about to leave after drinking also stopped, stayed, and ordered another plate of peanuts.

Boss Qiu cupped his hands towards Fang Changgong and said:

"Brother Fang, I'll go to the backyard to get you some wine. Just wait."

"Brothers, Brother Fang is my benefactor and likes to be quiet. For the sake of my daughter Hong, please don't disturb Brother Fang."

Boss Qiu bowed his hands to the drinkers again.

The others had long been thinking about the jar Ner Hong, and now they swallowed their saliva and urged:

"Go quickly, go quickly, can we still tolerate your benefactor?"

Fang Chang looked at the commotion in the tavern, and even though dozens of pairs of eyes were secretly observing him, his expression did not change much.

He came across this tavern by chance while wandering around.

So I came in and had two drinks.

To be honest, the wine is not very good, it is very low quality. After all, this is a tavern that entertains the people at the bottom of the class, and even good wine cannot be sold at a high price.

But Fang Chang still drank a pot and ate half a catty of beef and a small plate of peanuts.

Because what he drank was not wine, and there were stories of people coming and going in the tavern.

When you drink wine with stories, the wine will have a little more flavor.

As for keeping the tavern from moving, for him, it was just a casual order and it was nothing.

Of course, the Blackwater Gang should be glad that they used gentle methods instead of force, otherwise there would be no such gang in Fu Feng City right now.

It's okay to open a tavern, but disturbing his drinking mood is a capital offense.

The other drinkers saw that Fang Chang did not want to communicate with them, and thanks to Boss Qiu's explanation, they knew that Fang Chang was a person of status, otherwise they would not be able to talk to the Blackwater Gang.

At this moment, they didn't make noises or say anything weird, they just whispered about Fang Chang's identity and looked forward to whether the girl's red wine tasted good or not.

Soon, the wine was served.

Boss Qiu dug it out of the ground himself, and there was still some dirt on his clothes and face.

Two wine jars half as tall as a person were placed on the wine table. The drinkers looked at the wine jars tightly wrapped in mud, and even their breathing slowed down.

"Everyone, I'm opening the forum."

Boss Qiu also took a deep breath, took out a small hammer, and slowly knocked away the mud shell on the outer layer of the wine jar.

Two bangs.

The mud shell fell off, and inside was a tight wine cork, wrapped in oil paper and tightly tied with cotton thread.

Then remove the thread, take the cloth, and remove the wine cork.

Everyone hurriedly got closer, and a foul smell hit them.

"Bah!"

"Crap! Why is it so smelly? Who threw a rotten egg in there!"

"Boss Qiu, are you fooling us?"

Everyone was full of expectations, but they didn't expect that a jar of stinky wine would be opened.

Boss Qiu had expected it. He smiled bitterly and said:

"It's not easy to preserve wine. It's been so long, so it's not surprising that it's broken. Fortunately, there's still a jar."

He asked someone to move the broken wine jar to a corner, and then opened a second jar of wine.
To be continued...