Chapter 837 - 105 Murong Longtu, Just Seeking One Defeat!_4
And so it was, Sword Madman Murong Longtu personally led the horse to guard.
To speak of it was indeed a tale worth boasting about.
These Jianghu Guests, these noble sons, all gathered here, naturally along came the peddlers carrying poles to do business. Today, this vendor carried a pole, with bundles of edamame on one side and wine on the other, plying his trade up and down the Academy.
Some Martial Artists tossed a few copper coins, took some edamame to eat with their wine while chatting leisurely.
Just making a hard-earned living.
For several days, the scholars in the Academy gradually disappeared without a trace, and still there was no sign of the so-called Sword Madman. Some noble family’s sons already left out of boredom, but the vendor noticed a green-robed old man walking over. The vendor looked at his waist and didn’t see any weapon.
Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face, kindly greeted him, saying, "This old gentleman here, you’ve come to watch this martial duel as well, I presume? I think the Sword Madman will be here today. Why not find a cool place to sit, have some wine, eat some edamame?"
The green-robed old man replied, "Then a jug, please."
The vendor happily took out a jug of wine that was diluted with water; the wine was watered down, for it would be a loss if it wasn’t. This is just the rule of the trade. Drunkards would drink the wine, no matter how much water had been mixed in, and curse once, but wine that wasn’t watered down they’d say nothing about, just get drunk after a few cups.
They were all used to drinking watered-down wine, couldn’t handle the good stuff.
Then he took out some edamame as well; while the wine was diluted, the edamame was good stuff, homemade. The green-robed old man took the items, sipped the wine, chuckled, then tasted the edamame, and said, "Not bad flavor."