Tabin Timur had this intention in his heart, but at this moment, when he heard Qin Zhuofeng take the initiative to mention it, he muttered in his heart, thinking back to Qin Zhuofeng's skillful "wrestling skills", and said in his heart: This man is so good at wrestling, and he proposed to test the art of riding and archery, which shows that this is also what he is good at, and he must not be fooled. His gaze swept over the wine gourd in Qin Zhuofeng's hand, and said with a smile: "Our Wuliang Ha Sanwei tribe has a different atmosphere from other tribes, horseback archery, wrestling, can only be regarded as second- and third-class skills, and first-class skills are to be able to drink." ”

"You say that you are from the Wuliangha tribe, and you don't have to pull my Fuyuwei into a bunch, I don't have such shameless rules." Hai Sa Nan replied that he staggered to his feet, rubbed his aching waist, and said angrily.

The leader of Tainingwei, Azashiri, got up, looked at the herdsmen of his own tribe who were all watching, and also bowed his hand to Qin Zhuofeng: "I can't wrestle and beat you, you won." "You must know that although the people in these tribes are savage, they are simple-minded, and the wrestling skills used by Qin Zhuofeng are exactly the same as those used by himself against him, and they cannot be denied in front of everyone's eyes. If he loses the contest and loses it, he will undoubtedly affect his prestige in the tribe, and he can only accept defeat in public.

Seeing this Tabin Timur say this, Zhu Quan couldn't help but laugh, and said softly: "In my opinion, the first class of the Uliangha tribe is to drink, the second class is to eat, and then it is the turn to ride horses, archery and wrestling. ”

Xu Ying saw that his master deliberately rectified the three tribal leaders, and then heard Zhu Quan ridicule Tabin Timur as a wine bag and rice bag, she couldn't help but laugh, shook her head, and chuckled: "In my opinion, it is true that this person has a thing that is best in the world, and the thickness of his skin is simply unheard of, and it is even better than the scoundrel splashing skin in Ying Tiancheng." ”

Qin Zhuofeng is a good drinker by nature, and when he heard the other party say that he wanted to try drinking, he was also awe-inspiring, and secretly thought to himself: I have to climb these three rabbit cubs down no matter what. Thinking of this, he shook the wine gourd in his hand, frowned, and said, "It's okay to drink more than wine, but I only have half a gourd wine here, but it's not enough to drink." East! Square! Net .com"

Azashri beckoned, summoned a few tribesmen not far away, lit a bonfire in the clearing, roasted a sheep, and took several sheepskin bags weighing seven or eight pounds, filled with mare's milk wine, and placed them on the ground in front of the four of them.

Zhu Quan went to Shen Peng's caravan to find a few sea bowls and put them in front of everyone, and Xu Ying picked up a sheepskin bag and poured wine for the master.

Zhu Quan saw the three hideous-looking men sitting side by side on the ground opposite, he was slightly worried in his heart, and asked with a frown: "Master, it's better for the three of us to three, drinking is not as good as martial arts, you will suffer too much to deal with them alone." ”

Xu Ying smelled the sour smell in the mare's milk wine, so she poured half a bowl of the spirits in Qin Zhuofeng's gourd into the bowl, took it and took a sip, two red clouds suddenly flew on her cheeks, and when she heard Zhu Quan speak to the master so respectfully, she couldn't help but stretch out her hand and push him, and said angrily: "Now that my temperament has changed, I know that I am called master." Hmph, if you don't distinguish between dignity and humility in the future, I don't need to slap you with a boss's ear scraper. Although the tone was strange, the heart was joyful. You must know that the ancients of this era respected their teachers very much, and she did not like Zhu Quan's master who called her father "old monkey" in the past.

Zhu Quan couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Xu Ying's eyes flowing after taking a sip of wine, and thought in a daze: It seems that when the army set off from Yingtian, I never called him master? It seems that at the head of Gyeongju City, facing the 80,000 army of Nahachu, the soldiers are approaching the city, and when the arrow rain is overwhelming, the master is also talking and laughing as much as today, and I really call him to be the master.

Qin Zhuofeng turned his head to look at the two of them, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'll clean them up for the sake of the teacher." These tribal barbarian chiefs are tantamount to playing the harp to a cow if they know the reason. If you don't let him be afraid of you, he will think that you are afraid of him, and only in what they are best at, lying down these three rabbit cubs will be conducive to recruiting them in the future. "It turns out that he deliberately pretended to be a weak caravan mate today to lure Azashri to challenge him, not all of a battle of will, but of something else.

The herdsmen who were watching knew that their leader, Azashiri, had a lot of wine, and seeing that Qin Zhuofeng, a Han man, was carrying a wine gourd with him, and it was obvious that he was not a weak person, and this competition would not be a short time to see the winner or loser, so they all dispersed and continued to trade.

Shen Peng summoned a Han man who knew Mongolian to act as a translator, and went to work on his own.

Qin Zhuofeng picked up a full bowl of wine, raised his head and drank it, stretched out his sleeves and wiped his mouth, and smiled at the three leaders: "I don't know if you all have a rule for drinking here, or if each clan has its own rules?" ”

Haisa Nan replied that he was a little upright among the three leaders, and he drank the wine bowl in one go, and said: "I drink one bowl, you drink one bowl, and whoever climbs down first will lose." The Azashriin people were not far away, and they didn't dare to be too scoundrels, so they nodded in agreement, and drank a bowl.

After Tabin Timur finished drinking a bowl, he suddenly smiled and said: "You are a guest from afar, and you wrestle hard, the three of us will take turns to give you a bowl first." After that, he poured a full bowl of wine and drank it dry in one gulp. It turns out that among the three leaders, although he is the most scoundrel, he has the best amount of alcohol, and the other two leaders have drunk with him countless times, and they are not opponents.

Qin Zhuofeng saw that he said it in a high-sounding manner, but he just wanted to drink two more bowls by himself, he sneered in his heart but did not refuse, after drinking three bowls in a row, under the operation of internal force, he deliberately made a little red-faced and red-necked, shook his head and asked, "Your wine is not very sour." "The speech was deliberately slurred, as if his tongue was three points bigger, and he seemed to be two points drunk.

Tabin Timur saw that his opponent seemed to be drunk after drinking three bowls in a row, his eyes lit up, and he was proud, and said: When many Han people who have never drunk this mare's milk wine first drank it, they felt that it was far less intoxicating than your Central Plains spirits. Thinking of this, he toasted again and again, and seemed quite hospitable.

After Zhu Quan drank two sips of mare's milk wine, he frowned and said in his heart: This wine has a sweet and sour taste, which doesn't seem to be very strong, far less than the wine that the master drinks every day.

Zhu Quan and Xu Ying have been with Qin Zhuofeng for a long time, and they knew that he drank a lot, and when they saw that he was drunk after drinking a few bowls, it was obvious that he was deliberately showing weakness and secretly funny.

The four of them were eating roast mutton and toasting each other, but they seemed to be happy.

After drinking more than 20 bowls, Qin Zhuofeng saw that Hai Sa Nan replied, and Azashiri and the two of them only had a slight sense of alcohol in their eyes, and Tabin Timur was still sober, and he couldn't help but admire it in his heart, and said: These three rabbit cubs are not worth fighting for, and drinking is really not ambiguous. Thinking of this, he adjusted his luck, slowly forced the wine in his belly to his thighs and slowly flowed out, and unconsciously seeped into the grass and soil where he was sitting.

Time passed, and it was another twenty bowls of belly, and Tabin Timur was already drunk at this time, and turned his head to look at the two accomplices, who were already burping with wine, their eyes were foggy, and their figures were not as straight as they had just been. Turning his head to look at Qin Zhuofeng opposite, he still had the same demeanor, as if he had drunk twenty or forty bowls, and there was no difference between him and when he started drinking a few bowls.

Seeing that his opponent was so strong, Tabin Timur couldn't help but secretly scream badly, picked up a bowl of wine, raised his head and drank it, looking like a dry cloud, but in fact, when the wine was poured out of the wide sea bowl, most of it was poured on the placket of his clothes.

Zhu Quan only drank a few sips of wine, but he was still sober and abnormal, and when he saw his opponent deceiving, he couldn't help but say angrily: "Are you drinking or taking a bath with wine?" ”

Azashiri, Haisa Nan replied that when he heard this, he turned his head and saw the ** piece on the placket of his accomplice, and couldn't help but recall the situation when he and Tabin Timur drank on weekdays, as if he often did this, and couldn't help but get angry, and scolded Tabin Timur for drinking and cheating, the two of them were already drunk for five or six points at this time, and the enemy and friend in their minds were not so clear, and they only felt that no matter who it was, drinking and deceitful was an extremely shameless thing.

Tabin Timur saw that the two accomplices were drunk, and they had already turned their elbows outward, and it was obvious that he and Qin Zhuofeng were fighting alone behind him, and he felt even more uncomfortable.

Qin Zhuofeng was secretly amused, picked up a bag full of seven or eight catties of mare's milk wine on his side, raised his hand to signal to the three people opposite, and drank it like a whale sucking up water. He had already forced all the drinks out of his stomach, and it was effortless to drink this bag. However, he still pretended to be a little unsupportable, and said vaguely: "If you are a hero, you can drink this, and you don't need a bowl." ”

Azashiri, Haisa Nan replied that the two of them were already red from drinking at this time, how could they withstand such teasing? It was also one person who grabbed a bag and poured it violently.

After only drinking half a bag, Hai Sa Nan replied that Xi had already fallen to the ground with a bang, unconscious. Azashiri barely drank a bag, and his mind was spinning, and he was drunk to death.

Tabin Timur relied on the strength of the wine, and after drinking a bag, he also felt a mess in his brain, and wondered in a daze: His belly doesn't seem to be as big as ours, how can he pretend to be like this?

Seeing that his opponent was already exhausted, Qin Zhuofeng smiled and lifted a bag of wine and drank it all, pointed to the wine bag on the opponent's side, and motioned for him to take it.

Tabin Timur shook his head, picked up the wine, and poured it into his mouth one by one.

Qin Zhuofeng walked up to him and squatted down, and said impatiently: "The heroes of your clan are all like this girl when they drink?" The right hand snatched the wine bag from his hand, pinched his nose with his left hand, and poured it into the other party's open mouth without saying a word.

The herdsmen who traded with the caravan from afar only because their ancestors lived in the cold land of Liaodong, so that women and children liked to drink, and it was commonplace to drink this wine, but they just thought it was funny, and no one felt inappropriate.

Tabin Timur danced with his hands and could not resist, and after pouring this bag of wine on his opponent, he finally fainted.

This book was first published.

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