Chapter 3

Push open the thick oak door of the oak tiles and smell a strong smell of wine

It was almost the hour of You, and it was already dusk. The other tiles were already burning with candles and bright lights, but only a few small lights were lit in the oak tiles.

In the dim light, you can see a long oak table at the entrance. There are a few high-leg round stools in front of the table with diamond-shaped wooden grids on the walls inside the counter, and all kinds of wine and honey are placed inside.

A man wearing a flower turban stood inside the stage. He was wiping porcelain wine utensils and heard someone coming in. He said without raising his head: What should I order?

Yu Ziyuan threw out a few silver zhu and hop wine in a familiar way!

The bartender took out a few large iron cups and put them under the counter to serve wine. Cheng Zongyang took the opportunity to look at the tiles that Yueniao people came most often.

The walls of the tiles are made of oak. Over time, many places have been blackened by fireworks. The traces of time are covered with traces of time. A huge bull head is hung on the wall on one side of the hall. The snow-white bones form a strong contrast with the huge iron-black horns. There seems to be a pair of cold eyes in the empty eye sockets, looking down at the world coldly.

There are more than a dozen tables scattered in the hall, but no one can see the sound of a guest flowing with wine. The whole room is quiet, like a world free from time and space.

The bartender wrapped in a headscarf slammed the wine glass on the oak table with a bang, Cheng Zongyang turned his head, looked at the wine in the glass as if he was stunned, and then said for a while: What is this?

Hop wine Yu Ziyuan said: The special wine of oak tiles, please try it!

Cheng Zongyang picked up the glass of hop, a straight-mouthed iron wine glass, a curved handle, a thick white foam, a slightly bitter fragrance... Everything looks so familiar

He took a careful taste and savored it, as if he was sure he was not dreaming, and then drank the glass of hops with a pound in one breath and placed it on the counter with a bang

Have another drink!

The bartender glanced at him and took the empty cup

Under the counter was a large oak barrel with a green bamboo tube installed at the bottom of the barrel. The bartender pulled out the plug, and a golden liquid immediately poured into the cup, causing a lot of foam to appear.

Seeing that he was drinking happily, Qin Hui also tasted it, then frowned.

Yu Ziyuan didn't expect that he could finish drinking it in one breath without blinking, and said with a smile: This hop wine has a bitter taste, and ordinary people don't like to drink it. Unexpectedly, the right taste of the young master, does the young master know that there is a unique name for hop wine?

Cheng Zongyang burped and said almost gritting his teeth: Draft beer!

What kind of hop wine? It's obviously beer! I thought about making beer to occupy the light wine market in the Six Dynasties, but I didn't expect that someone had already made it

The bartender put the full iron wine glass on the table, and Yu Ziyuan took out the money, but the bartender said: This glass is free

Cheng Zongyang was not polite, so he took it over and drank it. Good wine! Bartender, how to sell this hop wine?

Ten cups of copper baht

This price is not cheap, but it is still within the affordability of Lin'an people

Cheng Zongyang sat down and talked with great interest: Did you brew this wine yourself or was it trafficked from outside?

The bartender didn't hide it and said: We didn't have the hops we made ourselves from the oak tiles for six dynasties, so we have to sell them from outside.

How is it selling?

The bartender grinned: Lin'an people are used to drinking wine, but they can't taste this bitter wine. They tasted fresh. After taking a sip, they said it was horse urine. As they said that it was a little angry, as if they were complaining about Lin'an people's ignorance.

Cheng Zongyang smiled and said: How can I drink yours for free with this glass of wine for ten copper zhu? Ziyuan...

The bartender interrupted him: My grandfather said that someone could call out was beer, and the customer would drink it if he didn't take the money. I have some here.

Cheng Zongyang was excited, your grandfather? Is he still alive? The bartender looked at him strangely. Look, I have died decades ago at this age.

Cheng Zongyang took a sip of beer to cover up his loss of composure. After a while, he chatted again: It seems that your tile has been open for many years. Does anyone shout it is beer?

You are the first one in the past ten years, and there is another one forward, but I have never heard of it before.

Cheng Zongyang was disappointed. It was only Yue Niaoren and himself who had seen the oak tiles.

Suddenly, a scream came from the tile. Sometimes someone slapped the table with force. The tile that was still silent just now seemed like a little spark burst into the pile of gunpowder and exploded in an instant.

The green-faced beast licked the cup and spitted, and was a little reluctant to throw it away and wanted to taste it again. The sudden sound almost made him throw the cup away.

Cheng Zongyang was also shocked. Qin Hui next to him remained unchanged, but the robe on his body was slightly bulging, and his true energy filled his whole body, and he was secretly warned.

Yu Ziyuan smiled and asked easily: Which event is today?

The bartender said: Qiyun Club and Shiqiao Club, you have caught up with it, the Shuanglong Club Ah!

Yu Ziyuan picked up the wine glass, the boss, go inside and take a look

After passing through the hall, Cheng Zongyang discovered that there was a different cave corridor in the tile, which was not the common waiter in other tile houses, but a few beautiful girls.

They were wearing Western-style maid outfits, with black one-piece knee-length skirts inside and white lace on the outside, standing in two rows in the corridor.

As soon as everyone entered the door, the maid bowed together and said in unison: Welcome!

The corridor is connected to another hall. There is a rectangular wooden platform in the hall. There are no railings around the wooden platform. Strictly speaking, it is not a railing, and it is more similar to a familiar T-shaped platform.

The light in the hall was still very dark, only the wooden platform was shining with guests, some were staring at the platform and dancing, some shouting and cursing, and both sides were making a big fuss, deafening

Yu Ziyuan said loudly to a maid: Official Sun

The maid nodded, pointed to the other side of the hall, put one hand in her mouth and said: "There is a place to order! Over there! The hall was full of crazy guests, shouting, shouting, and rushing.

The table the maid pointed at was still empty, but in the corner of the other side, it was necessary to pass through the crowd in the hall before the maid could spread her hands, saying that she really couldn't take them into the seat now.

I am the best in the world! I am overwhelmed by the mighty and domineering! My left and right poles of the stone bridge are as stable as Mount Tai, and it stands as solid as a golden soup!

Bah! Why did I kick one into a solid soup by me Qi Yun! I fucked! My stone bridge is not as despicable as Qi Yun!

Haha! If you can't kick it, you'll be despicable. The boy from Shiqiao Club is only here! Just your Shiqiao kid, you can beat him by chopping one leg!

Dare to insult me! I will take off one leg of your legs first!

There was a big fuss here, and someone shouted over there: I, Qi Yun!

A group of people on the left side of the hook responded in unison: Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!

Shiqiao Club!

Will be defeated! Will be defeated! Will be defeated!

Hundreds of people howled in unlawful ways, and the sounds were like a rush of mountains and rivers. Even Cheng Zongyang had fought a war and had seen blood, and he was a little impressed by this momentum.

I wanted to squeeze through these people, and I felt like dancing while stepping on a landmine and thought I couldn't squeeze anymore. Cheng Zongyang wanted to let his men go, but when he turned around, he found that Yu Ziyuan was also shouting, and he was quite motivated.

Just think about it, Qiyun Club was originally a private industry in Xingyue Lake. I heard that Boss Meng, Boss Si, and Boss Lu could not help but kick him. Yu Ziyuan said that he would not turn his elbow out of no matter what. So let it go!

Qin Hui was filled with seven orifices. He knew what the head of the family meant as soon as he heard it. He nodded and squeezed into the crowd.

Although there were not many people on the other side, the momentum was quite large. Seven or eight people jumped onto the table and stomped their feet and shouted in unison: My stone bridge! I will win! I will win!

Someone shouted: The soft-legged crabs in Qiyun Club! The mountain Jinzun was lost! There is still the face to kick us at Shiqiao!

This time, the supporters of Qiyun Club were all red-eyed. Several strong men turned over the wooden platform to kick the table of Shiqiao Club. The heroes of Shiqiao Club were not vague. They picked up the bench and wanted to fight.

At this moment, someone shouted: Let's start!

The noisy sound disappeared, everyone turned their heads and looked at the stage, and even the ones who were fighting stopped

Cheng Zongyang was heartbroken: Grandma, Jiangzhou City can't stand the attitude that these men can shout!

A ray of water suddenly rose from the railing, and then Cheng Zongyang was stunned and looked at the water mirror in front of him.

Objectively speaking, this water mirror technique is of normal level, with the mirror water traces constantly flowing, and the scenery inside is like a layer of rain, blurred and distorted, but it can still be seen that there is a stadium paved with loess in the mirror.

The players of Qiyunshe wearing red clothes and Shiqiaoshe wearing blue clothes were separated from each other. Ten people on each side each said: Zhang Jun, the ball head, Wang Lian, the ball crossing; Zheng held Zhu Xuan; Shi Ze; Zuo Dan.com Ding Quan;

Zhang Lin from the right pole net; Hu Chun from the scattered area... and other names

Before the second half of the game began, the waitresses dressed in maids were carrying boards on their chests, shuttled between the crowds, selling various fruits and wines.

A maid came over and said: What else do you want, dear guests? We have various services here...

Yu Ziyuan gave a silver zhu: No, we are here to watch the game. Should the guest bet? We have all the competition records of Qiyun Club and Shiqiao Club over the past ten years, as well as professional analysis by famous Cuju artists.

Cheng Zongyang said: Who has a better chance of winning?

Qiyun Club was originally the best team in the world, but since it lost the mountain Jinzun last year, all the quiver was in closed training. Only the Qiyun Team II could play. The maid waiter said erudibly: Shiqiao Club is a famous team in Lin'an, and the staff is neat. After the analysis of the six famous quiver experts we invited, Shiqiao Club's winning rate accounted for 60%. If the guest officials want to bet, please hurry up. When the whistle sounds, they will no longer accept bets.

Cheng Zongyang lost a gold baht and bet Qi Yun!

The fans of Qiyun Club next to him suddenly became very fond of this young man, while the supporters of Shiqiao Club glared at him.

Cheng Zongyang said: Is there a plate from the Seven Star Club?

Seeing that he was generous, the waitress did not dare to neglect and laughed: Qixingshe won the mountain Jinzun from last year. She no longer needs to start from the preliminary round and directly participate in the mountain main competition starting in September. When the 32 Jushes of the Six Dynasties gathered in Chang'an, we will find ways to broadcast live videos of the event.

A whistle sounded from the water mirror. At the beginning of the game, everyone held their breath and stared at the arena in the water mirror nervously. The whole tile fell into silence again.

Yu Ziyuan explained in a low voice: There is a disciple of the Yingyue Sect who loves Cuju. He has violated the ban for many years. He was rebuked by the Yingyue Sect and could not get any business. Later, Oak Tree Tile heard it and invited a lot of money to broadcast the video of the Cuju competition.

Cheng Zongyang remembers Xie Yi said that every Cuju competition is nearly an hour. Since this abandoned disciple of the Shadow Moon Sect has mediocre cultivation, why can he last for so long?

Yu Ziyuan saw his doubts and explained: The event was outside the city, and it was only ten miles away from it. This craftsman had to rush to Chang'an to record the images at that time with the Moon Art before he could return to Lin'an to play it. In such a game, both sides prepared magic weapons in advance. As long as they used enough money, they would not use much magic power.

Cheng Zongyang smiled and said: The Oak Tile boss is rich enough. Tsk tsk, these waitresses don’t seem cheap either, why does the boss sell wine in front of him?

Yu Ziyuan smiled and said: Then the bartender is not the boss

He isn't the boss?

This oak tiles resemble the bar layout, with beer and black and white maid outfits, and at first glance they are the product of time travelers.

Cheng Zongyang had preconceived ideas and thought that the traveler who made the hop wine was the owner of the oak tiles. Only then did he know that there was another story.

This oak tiles have been in Lin'an for a long time. It is said that the original owner was from a wealthy family, but he was a fanatical Cuju fan. The rules of the Six Dynasties Cuju were formulated by him. He also paid for the first mountain competition. However, in order to hold the mountain competition, the original owner lost all his money and even sold the tiles to others. Fortunately, some winemaking skills were passed down, and future generations sold wine among the oak tiles.

This sage is better than Feng Yuan’s ancestor. He does not follow the technology flow and switches to the service industry. However, the ending is similar, and he still loses everything.

It seems that it is unsuccessful to act recklessly with the knowledge and wisdom accumulated by time travelers

Although the original boss lost money, the mountain competition became more and more prosperous. Later, the oak tiles changed several bosses one after another, but they did not change the pattern of the tiles until now.

Qin Hui came from the reserved seat and shook his hand slightly

Cheng Zongyang was stunned. He didn't expect that he would come too early. The informant had not had time to send intelligence to him. Qin Hui was worried that someone would follow him, so he did not come over rashly, but scrambled into the crowd from afar and pretended to watch the game.

Since he came, he would be at peace. Cheng Zongyang wanted to see what kind of charm the Six Dynasties Cuju had, and he didn't rush to leave. He just found a place to watch the game.

Through the not very clear image, we can see that the venue of Cuju is similar to the familiar football field. There are goals on both sides, but they are half smaller than the standard goal, and they are placed in the air half-man high, so the difficulty of shooting is immediately several times higher.

Yu Ziyuan is also an expert in Cuhan. Seeing that Cheng Zongyang didn't understand, he pointed out which players who participated in the game were the ball heads, which one was the stumbler, which one was the team's regular, deputy, left and right pole net, scattered...

I don't know if the rules were re-formed or if the Cubian was like this, Cheng Zongyang soon discovered that these players can almost correspond to the captain, center, left and right forward, left and right guard, midfielder and goalkeeper, but there are only ten people on the field, one less than the eleven-man system.

As for the way of playing between the two sides, there is a little similar to modern football: the difference between the rest of the game is prohibited from using hands, and the other is not allowed to be played. The famous Cuju masters of the Six Dynasties are obviously much more dicked.

Heading, hooking, and volleying are all pediatrics. Some Ju Shiba balls are touched on their bodies and watch the ball roll around, turning from the chest to the back, and then drilling out from the back of the waist.

Sometimes, while running wildly, I suddenly saw the ball flying out like a meteor. I couldn't see Ju Shu exerting force from the angle. The player who shot at the goal was not allowed to use his hands, but could only rely on his head, feet, and body to block it.

Both sides have extremely fast attack and defense. The deputy of Shiqiao Club was able to hold the ball and flew across the midfield like a whirlwind. The ball seemed to be stopped on his shoulder. When you look closely, you can find that his shoulder vibrates at an extremely fast frequency, stabilizing the ball.

Two players in Qiyun Club wearing red jerseys came out together, one on the left and the other on the right, holding him in the middle of Shiqiao Club's deputy, swinging his body sharply, forcing the two away, and driving straight in.

Seeing that the pair of tying was about to take off the ball and shoot, Qiyunshe's right-splitting net came out from the side, and an inverted gold hook gently picked the ball away from his shoulder.

If it was modern football, the audience should have jumped up and applauded now, but the fans of Oak Tile did not make any sound, and their eyes were staring at the water mirror.

Because Juchang's offense and defense were too fast, the right-hand man flipped over and took off the ball and then jumped up. The ball bounced on his toes, crossed dozens of steps, and accurately handed it to the head of the ball far away near the opponent's goal.

Offside! Cheng Zongyang shouted

At this moment, the water mirror flashed and lost its luster

Damn it! It's broken again!

What a shit mage! This is too unreliable!

Faced with the mage who lost his chain at a critical moment, the supporters of Qiyun Club and Shiqiao Club stood in the same trench for the first time and cursed at the same time.

However, the good times didn't last long. After just a few words of cursing, someone said: This damn Bird Master! Otherwise, I would definitely be able to enter now!

Someone next to him was unhappy, let's get in! Haven't you heard the offside that brother said?

The birdie position is higher! I, Qi Yun, made the ball head move after I made the right net!

The two sides fought like a cockfight and their jealous eyes were red and their necks were thick. They grabbed Cheng Zongyang and asked him to judge him.

Cheng Zongyang is a completely amateur to Cuju, but he has never eaten pork, and at least he has seen pig run, so he put on an expert style and said: Qiyunshe's offensive is too sharp. Although this kick is hit in the empty space of Shiqiaoshe, it is too hasty and offside is certain. On the other hand, the two pole nets of Shiqiaoshe have a slightly inferior strength and have some reactions on the spot. Overall, Shiqiaoshe's defender, the midfielder and forward are pressing too far ahead, the formation is too scattered, and the defense is prone to leak gaps. The offside just now is a wake-up call.

No one offended a word, and both sides nodded frequently.

Cheng Zongyang had just wiped his sweat secretly, and someone suddenly said behind him: This little brother has invited him.

Cheng Zongyang turned around and saw a handsome man standing behind him.

The man was forty and fifty years old, with a tall figure, long beards under his chin, wearing a remote scarf, hair dyed like ink, cheeks were slightly long, with fine wrinkles at the center of his eyebrows and corners of his eyes, but his eyes were radiant, revealing the same enthusiasm as those fans

I just heard the little brother talk about three lines and formations, but I don’t know what to say?

Qiyun Club's style of playing is in the form of two, four, and Cheng Zongyang couldn't say anything about Cuju, so he could only use the football to force it up.

The double right guard, three forwards, and four midfielders. This is a powerful offensive formation. The weakness lies in the weak defense. The deficiencies of Shiqiaoshe's deputy took the ball just now can be seen by breaking through Shiqiaoshe's deputy with the ball. However, while the two defenders of Qiyunshe's pole net intercepted, the two midfielders were scattered and returned to the aid. It can be said that the changes in the three lines were very clear. Although Shiqiaoshe's deputy ball-holding skills were superb, they could not match four hands with two fists, let alone being attacked by four people? On the other hand, Qiyunshe's ball head was the head of the ball, and the deputy were pressed on the frontcourt. It can be said that it was a hidden killing opportunity.

The man nodded frequently when he heard this, and sighed: Good eyesight! Good insight! In the eyes of the little brother, what is the outcome of both sides?

Newcomer? Didn’t you see me betting on Qiyun Club? Cheng Zongyang said with a haha: From the perspective of the following, Shiqiao Club has the advantage of home games. Although Qiyun Club is playing away and the team is coming, it is strong. It is still unknown who will win this game, haha!

The man was obviously not satisfied with this answer and bowed: Are you interested in watching football with Su Jiapu next door?

The water mirror on the railing has not been repaired yet, and the hall is full of chaos, making people's heads

Cheng Zongyang said curiously: Can you watch football upstairs here?

Su Jiapu smiled and raised his hand and said: Please

Yu Ziyuan and Qin Hui looked at this side at the same time. Cheng Zongyang quietly made a gesture to ask them to stay here to see if the informant would send information. He went upstairs with Su Jiapu.