Ma Liu's sympathy has never been flooded, not to mention that he still has five million in debt now. Even if the bar can make money every day, it will not solve the urgent need for Qingdie's real estate. Besides, the bar will inevitably have a series of problems in the next step, which is obvious, so Ma Liu really never thought of helping Wei Qingdie.

Tu Qiang's advice to him was heard again, and Ma Liu secretly thought that he must fundamentally remove drugs, such as harmful things, from the bar, but it seems that there is still an opportunity.

It was already past 11 o'clock in the evening when he returned to the bar, but at least 30% of the guests had not left. Wang Wu came over to say a few words to apologize to Ma Liu. Ma Liu laughed and scolded him a few times, and pulled a group of brothers watching the venue to sit in a corner drinking.

At around twelve o'clock in the evening, the guests finally left almost, and the remaining "old fried dough sticks" were also greeted by He Chaoyang. All the employees were left behind, totaling more than 30 people, of course, regardless of the number of ladies.

Ma Liu took Wang Wu and Xiaohu to the second floor together. He Chaoyang first recruited everyone and introduced the new boss to everyone. Ma Liu also said a few words, saying that everyone should work together to do a better job of the bar business. However, the listeners did not listen carefully, and the speaker knew that the effect was not good, so they then drank.

This time, Ma Liu was quite generous. He got more than ten bottles of red wine worth more than 1,000 yuan, and the beer was even more open. The employees naturally applauded in unison. Ma Liu sat down with He Chaoyang, Xiaohu, Wang Wu, Xiaosan and mouse on the second floor and drank a few drinks together. Finally, when Ma Liu returned home, he was already seventy-sixth of drunkenness. Xiaohu didn't let him drive, so he asked Xiaosan to drive directly and took him back to Fenglinyuan first.

Qin Wanxue was not sleeping again, and was pulling out the guzheng. Seeing Ma Liu's appearance, she originally wanted him to go to bed, but Ma Liu was not sleepy at all and excitedly told him about what happened to the evening.

"Drink less bars in the future!" Qin Wanxue frowned.

Ma Liu was stunned, and said oh, suddenly, "By the way, why don't we do some time?"

Qin Wanxue was shocked and eager to try, but she pretended to be stupid: "What are you doing?"

"Suddenly I want to come to the Smiling Proud Wanderer." Ma Liu blinked.

Qin Wanxue's face turned red and she said, "I asked you to come with me last time, why don't you come?"

Ma Liu smiled and said, "Then whatever you want, forget it if you don't want to."

After giving Ma Liu a blank look, Qin Wanxue ran to Ma Liu's room, and after a long time came out, handed the flute to Ma Liu, and said, "Okay, because you have performed well recently, I will accompany you for a while!"

Ma Liu smiled and was about to start, but Qin Wanxue said again: "Wait a minute."

Ma Liu said strangely: "What are you doing?"

Qin Wanxue's face turned slightly red, and she wanted to speak but stopped.

"Nothing, let's start!"

Ma Liu nodded, and the sound of a whimpering flute floated out, which was extremely nice, and Qin Wanxue quickly played the guzheng with her.

The two of them were playing the ball very carefully, but unfortunately when they were halfway through, Ma Liu suddenly stopped blowing and said with some depression: "I can't find the adjustment tonight. Forget it, I don't feel it. Let's try again another day. I'll go read a book!"

Ma Liu's face was a little complicated, and after saying that, he turned around and went upstairs.

Qin Wanxue's face turned pale, and she felt a little angry, and she pouted for a long time without saying a word.

Ma Liu took a shower and wanted to concentrate on reading, but he was always distracted. It is undeniable that Qin Wanxue had tried his best just now. He also knew that he was distracted when he remembered Xiaoyu, but this was not the fundamental reason why he stopped playing.

Qin Wanxue was lying on the bed and completely insomnia, muttering like a little girl and complaining endlessly.

...

An unknown temple in Tibet.

In front of the temple, an old monk with white hair and beard looked up at the starry sky and sat cross-legged on the steps in front of the temple gate.

Suddenly, a meteor cut through the sky.

The old monk was shocked and sighed secretly.

Turning back to the wing room, he took out a jar of his daughter Hong, who had been treasured for at least a few decades, turned to the steps again and sat down, raised his head and snorted, and sighed again: "You finally walked ahead of me. You can't drink this wine, so I'll drink it for you!"

The old monk had a great alcohol tolerance. After a while, he could see the jar of wine. He was still drunk. However, he was crying and muttering to say some crazy words that no one could understand.

In a corner of the yard, a long purple hair and long hair were shaved off, and he stood there silently.

for a long time.

The old monk turned back into the wing room, and there was a nameless Buddha in it. There was a wooden sign in front of the Buddha. The old monk grabbed the wooden sign and his fingers were flying. After a moment, a line of words were left on the three-inch thick wooden sign.

"The Spiritual Position of the Old God Helian!"

Every word is three points in the eye.

The old monk took out another jar of old wine, poured three bowls, placed it in front of the spirit card, and smiled bitterly: "I have invited you to drink this wine. If I come down in the future, don't blame me for not keeping my word."

After sleepless all night, the old monk sat cross-legged on the cushion and recited scriptures that no one could understand.

The sun shone through the treetops and shot in through the window. The old monk opened his eyes, his eyes turned red, and he walked slowly out of the wing room. In the yard, Changmao, who had been renamed the name Wuming, was practicing boxing.

After a few months of not seeing her, her hairy skills have improved greatly. The fist wind whirred, and each move is straight and eye-catching. It is obvious that it is not a fancy fist and embroidered hand, and it seems to be guided by a master.

In fact, he has indeed received guidance from a master, and this master is the monk in front of him.

"Master!" After a set of punches, Changmao walked to the old monk and respectfully performed a Buddhist ritual.

Nodded, the old monk smiled and said, "I have made great progress recently."

"It's all well taught by the master." Changmao said respectfully.

The old monk shook his head and sighed, "The so-called master leads you to the door. You rely on your personal practice. You dare not take credit for your master. But do you know why I gave you the Dharma name Wuming?"

Changmao lowered her head and said, "Master wants me to forget the troubles in the world and be an ordinary person without grudges."

"Yes, but everything is destined by fate. I can't save what you deserve in your destiny. So I teach you martial arts. The reason why you are making rapid progress now is entirely due to a rage of revenge. This is actually extremely unfavorable to your practice. Can you really not let it go?" the old monk said lightly.

Changmao's body trembled and he didn't say anything.

The old monk sighed, "It seems that you really can't let go. Well, I know you are eager to take revenge and your master won't stop you. When you can beat me with one hand, you can leave."

Changmao was startled and whispered in a frustration: "Master, then when will I practice in the past and year of your life to beat you!"

The old monk said, "I think it's only half a year at most. When you leave, the world is so big that it can be gone anywhere. It's natural for you to be free and happy. If you are obsessed with taking revenge, I won't stop you. But things in the world will eventually change a lot. Your so-called enemy is the old god's proud disciple. I'm a little curious if you can beat him, but I really dare not assert that when you leave, it's when your fate is over. From now on, you and I will be strangers, and you will never see each other again!"

After the old monk finished speaking, he walked out of the temple step by step. Changmao looked sad and knelt on the ground with a bang, and was speechless.

There is another chapter at 8 o'clock in the evening. This is the first chapter of this book. The number of words is only over 2,000. It's not that Yu'er wants to be a 2K party. He really doesn't want to make up the word count (in fact, the buyout work is calculated by words). The plot is just over here. It's time to stop. There are probably no more chapters below 3,000 words in the future. I hope everyone will collect it and support it with the red ticket. Thank you.)
Chapter completed!