Turning over the pimple ridge, a short distance north is the Horn Mountain.

The first ambush point mentioned by Wang Huzi was the Troubled Cloud Ridge in Jiaoshan Mountain.

The Troubled Cloud Ridge is extremely high, with reckless mountains on one side, deep ravines and dense forests, and rocky rocks, but the clouds are almost invisible.

"Jicheng goes to Tuhe City, there are two land routes, one east, which is the one we go to. There is also a western front, where the Yan army does not dare to go, which belongs to the Beirong sphere of influence. Wang Huzi said.

The three of them stopped and found several places where they could ambush and loot grain, but Wang Huzi was not satisfied. What he wants is foolproof, which is very much in line with Guo Yang's heart.

Food is important, but if he were to exchange his life, he would never do it.

On this day, the three of them passed by Pimple Ridge, but unexpectedly found a wine shop.

A thatched hut was built on a mountain, a wine flag swayed in the wind, and a hunchbacked old man took a shabby rag and slowly wiped the simple wooden table, ignoring Guo Yang and the other three who pushed the door in, and didn't even look back.

"Uncle, sell three wines to quench your thirst." After the three of them entered, they walked to a wooden table by the window and sat down, and Anu spoke.

The old man didn't speak, slowly wiped the table for a while, and then slowly turned around and said astringently: "Three masters, drink?" ”

Guo Yang was slightly stunned, and was about to speak, but Wang Huzi gently kicked Guo Yang under the table, and said with a smile: "We don't drink alcohol, we have three bowls of water, and if we drink well, we will rush to reincarnate." ”

When Guo Yang and Anu heard this, they were a little puzzled, but they could only show a touch of indifference on their faces.

"There is no clear water, but there is half a pot of noodle soup, but do you want it?" As soon as the old man said a word, he kept coughing, hunched his back and bent down, and Guo Yang secretly shook his head and sighed.

Wang Huzi smiled: "It's okay to have soup, it's better than drinking wind and farting." ”

The old man nodded slightly, slowly walked into the back kitchen, and brought out a dirty wooden plate with three thick bowls of clay on it, full of muddy soup, but he didn't know what it was.

Guo Yang and Anu hesitated, not knowing whether to pick it up or not, but Wang Huzi didn't seem to care, reached out and took the three bowls of slimy soup, placed them on the table respectively, and said with a smile: "The Meng Po wine in Guiziling can get a camel drunk to death, and a few of us are really lucky!" ”

As he spoke, Wang Huzi picked up a bowl of soup, raised his neck and drank it dry, and slowly exhaled a breath, but with a strong smell of wine.

Guo Yang and Anu looked at each other, not knowing how to respond. The two of them, Guo Yang is a merchant and aristocrat, although he has done a few major things, but he has basically not had much contact with this kind of affairs in the rivers and lakes. As for Anu, as a Di people in the wild land of the West, they deal with either horses, cattle and sheep, or wild beasts, or attacks and vendettas between tribes, and they don't know anything about this set of things on the rivers and lakes.

Seeing this, Wang Huzi gave a fist to the old man and said: "The wine in Guiziling is too strong, and my master doesn't drink a drop of wine every day, it's really a tyrannical thing, so it's better to let me drink it together." ”

As he spoke, he reached for the bowl.

"Vegetarian sheep, but going to hunt wolves, ridiculous, ridiculous." The old man said suddenly, reaching for the bowl, as if to take it back.

Wang's beard sank, turned his hand and opened the old man's palm, and continued to serve the bowl.

The old man coughed constantly, and suddenly seven or eight grappling techniques changed in his palm, shaking one of Wang's bearded palms a foot or two.

Seeing that the old hand pinched the edge of the bowl, and was about to pick it up, Guo Yang made a move.

He stretched out his left hand, flexed his fingers and flicked it, changing three or five kinds of lotus flowers blooming, which was very beautiful. However, the tips of his five fingers were obviously aggressive, and each finger vaguely sealed several key points in the palm of the old man's hand.

The old man was slightly startled, clenched his palm, turned his palm into a fist, and his fist was windy, blocking Guo Yang's five fingers.

Guo Yang smiled slightly, his five fingers suddenly straightened, and he just stretched out his clean and slender palm casually.

The old man's fist smashed Guo Yang's palm, but it was like a mass of hollow things that did not exert any strength at all, but instead drove his body to stagger forward and took a small step.

The old man's face changed slightly, stopped, and looked at Guo Yang coldly, silently.

Guo Yang steadily picked up the bowl of cloudy juice, pretended to look at it inadvertently, and found that the bowl was really full of wine, but there were too many things mixed in it, and it looked extremely turbid.

He sighed secretly, and said in his heart, a good bowl of wine, but it must be mixed with more than ten kinds of great supplements, and then mixed with snake gall and scorpion tail and other five poisons, it looks quite bluffing, in fact, it is better to call it medicine than wine.

Guo Yang picked up the bowl of medicinal wine, smiled slightly, took a sip slowly, and said, "Good wine!" ”

The old man stared at Guo Yang and said lightly: "The wine of Kidnapping Ridge can be drunk camels, this young master, please taste one or two." ”

As soon as the wine touched his tongue, Guo Yang knew that this wine only increased the intensity, except that it looked bluffing, but it was actually not toxic.

He took another sip, frowned slightly, and said, "Snake gall mixed with scorpion tail, it turns out to be this taste." ”

As he spoke, Guo Yang drank the bowl of medicinal wine in one go, handed the empty bowl to the old man, and said, "Can you enjoy another bowl?" ”

The old man's face changed slightly, but he didn't say anything, turned around and went into the back kitchen, and proposed a clay jar with a simple shape.

"This wine, Yanren Wuhuan once drank seven bowls in a row and was not drunk, but created Wuhuan's swordsmanship, invincible in the Liaodong area. How many bowls does this young master plan to drink? ”

Guo Yang looked at the old man's steady and slender fingers, and there was a faint white cocoon at the tiger's mouth, obviously a good hand at making a sword.

"I don't use a sword." Guo Yang said lightly.

"The sword is the master of the world, why not use the sword?" The old man asked as he coughed.

"Merchants love knives." Guo Yang suddenly remembered Master, the old man whose name he never knew.

"There is a way to use knives. Excuse me, how many bowls do you want to drink? The old man asked stubbornly.

Guo Yang didn't speak, but reached out and took the clay jar, patted off the remaining sealing mud on it, and drank the wine in the jar in one gulp like a long whale absorbing water.

The old man was shocked, Guo Yang reached out and took away the wine jar, he didn't have the slightest power to resist, and before he even had time to react, the wine jar had already reached Guo Yang's hands.

"There are seven bowls of wine in the jar?" Guo Yang gently put the wine jar on the table, wiped the wine foam from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and said with a smile.

"That's ten bowls." The old man said astringently.

"It's a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to know the peerless swordsmanship of Yan Ren." Guo Yang seemed a little lonely and sat down slowly.

"Wuhuan swordsmanship, alas, Wuhuan swordsmanship, such a troubled world, how can he be happy!"

In the distance, someone suddenly spoke.

Its voice is gentle, its voice is bleak, and it seems to have endless worries.