After breakfast, it was already dark, and Liu Yong was ready to set off.

The coachman came to Liu Yong with a red face and said in a sluggling voice: "Lord Liu, there are elderly parents and wives and children in the grass people's family, so they point to this carriage to support their families. What happened last night was so scary that the grass people wanted to go back."

"In this way, this official understands, if you don't want to go to Yunnan together, you won't be reluctant, just settle the bill and go back. ”

"Lord Xie, understand, but how do you walk as soon as the grass people leave?" the coachman looked very embarrassed.

"How much is your carriage worth?" asked Mo Yan on the side.

"One hundred taels. ”

Mo Mo thought everywhere, took out a silver ingot of almost two hundred taels from the storage bag and put it on the table: "Is the carriage and the fare enough?"

"Enough, enough, not so much. ”

"Take it," Mo Yan turned his face to Liu Yong again, "My lord, I'll drive." ”

The coachman thanked him a thousand times, took the money, and went away happily.

"Lord Liu, these jars of mulberry wine are the old man's treasured old wine for many years, please be sure to bring them. Shopkeeper Liu took out a few jars of wine and put them in the carriage, Liu Yong couldn't refuse, so he had to accept it, and the clerk took out a little loose silver and stuffed it to him.

Mo Yan drove the carriage out of the Sangluo Inn, along the mountain road all the way south, and finally arrived in Dazhou at dusk. Liu Yong asked him not to enter the city, so he found an inn outside the city to settle down, so that he could get up early tomorrow and hurry, for the sake of prudence, Li Yuantong asked for a big house for four people to live with.

Dazhou is the traffic point from the south to the north, the north goes to Hanzhong and Chuyang, the west goes out of the canal, and the east goes to Kuiwu, and the road extends in all directions, so it is very lively even outside the city.

In the lobby of the inn, the business traveler with the accent of the north and south was steaming hot pot, and the air was filled with a spicy smell.

"Guest officer, this place is close to Yuzhou, the spicy hot pot here is very famous, and the merchants in the past will take a pot of shabu to relieve the moisture in Shu. The shop guy said enthusiastically.

Liu Yong nodded: "Bashu is more humid, so it's good to eat some spicy." "Since last night's assassination attempt, he doesn't seem to be so picky.

After a while, the shopkeeper brought a huge copper hot pot, with a charcoal-burning chimney in the middle, and a number of wooden lattices in the pot, in which each person could scald their favorite ingredients.

"Man, is there any room for hot pot?" Outside the door, a white-bearded old man with fairy wind and bones walked in, holding a dragon-headed cane and a wine gourd tied to it.

"I'm sorry, it's all full today, and I have to share the table to eat. The guy said.

"It's okay," the old man looked around, and finally landed on Liu Yong's table, "The old man is there." ”

The shopkeeper came to Liu Yong and said with a smiling face: "Guest officer, the hot pot in the land of Bashu is all shared tables, do you mind that old man eating together?"

Liu Yong looked over and nodded: "It's okay, please come over." ”

The old man sat down, untied the wine gourd, pulled out the stopper, and took a sip of "Gudu", smacking his lips and looking very satisfied.

"How old man is old this year?" Liu Yong asked him.

"Six out of ninety. The old man replied, ** Dazhou local accent.

"With such a long life, your old man is really healthy. Liu Yong was envious.

Although he is almost 100 years old, his muscles and bones are the same, his ears and eyes are not dazzling, and he is not inferior to you young children. The old man said proudly.

"That's, you can see it. Liu Yong agreed.

"The old man is called 'Bashan Laosuo', this gentleman has a big name?"

"The old man's surname is Liu. Liu Yong said perfunctorily.

"Let's have a drink too. Li Yuantong became addicted to alcohol, so he went to the carriage and brought a jar of mulberry wine.

After a while, there were more than a dozen plates at the second end of the shop, including fresh fish, beef and mutton, hairy tripe, yellow throat, bamboo shoots, chicken intestines and vegetables and other ingredients all over the table, which was dazzling.

Li Yuantong patted open the mud seal, revealing the clear aroma of wine.

Bashan Laosuo sniffed: "Good wine, really good wine." ”

"If the old man doesn't dislike it, how about drinking together?" Li Yuantong said boldly.

Bashan Laosuo did not shirk, and drank with everyone, seeing that the amount of wine was not small. Everyone drinks while picking vegetables in the lattice in front of them to eat, the entrance is hot and spicy, and the stomach feels hot and sweaty, it seems that this is indeed a good way to expel moisture.

Bashan Laosuo is very talkative, and he talks a lot when he drinks wine: "The hot pot has existed since ancient times, and it was called 'Ding' at that time, with three-legged and four-legged Ding, and it was made of pottery at the beginning and then bronze, and all the food was thrown into it to cook and called 'soup'." Emperor Wei Wen of the Three Kingdoms invented adding a wooden lattice to the pot, which is suitable for different ingredients and multiple people to blanch at the same time, and it has never changed for more than a thousand years. ”

Everyone ate and chatted, Bashan Laosu lived alone in Daba Mountain, and he boasted that there should be no problem in living more than 100 years old with this body.

In the end, everyone was full of wine and food, and after saying goodbye to Bashan Laosuo, they returned to the guest room to rest, and they would continue to hurry tomorrow morning. After entering the house, Li Yuantong carefully fastened the doors and windows, and the closer he got to Yunnan, the more careful he had to be.

When he slept until midnight, Mo Yan realized that something was wrong, and he felt that his whole body was sore, and when he mentioned that there was not much true qi left, he realized that he didn't know when he was on the road. He concentrated the remaining bit of true qi, reluctantly opened the storage bag with his mind, took out the jade nails, struggled to fall off the bed, threw it in the water cup, waited for it to release the spiritual qi into the water, and then drank it dry, and then lay on the ground weakly on all fours.

This spirit jade nail given to him by Ni Oh can dissolve all the poisons of the world, and sure enough, after a while, the true qi in his body began to flow slowly. He thought that the poison in it should just seal the meridians and prevent the true qi from running, and once it was unlocked, it would be able to recover as before, but it would only take some time.

When did he get poisoned? He recalled all the episodes after arriving at the inn, most likely being that someone had tampered with someone while eating hot pot. However, I have been paying attention to the every move of the old man of Bashan, and I have not found any abnormal situation.

Mo Yan struggled to get up and came to the door, the latch was still in good condition, and the window paper was intact, and there was no trace of the incense.

He walked over to check on the condition of the others, Li Yuantong was already unconscious, and he couldn't wake up even if he pinched him hard, as did Liu Yong and the scholar.

It seems that the person who poisoned them didn't want to poison the four people together, but to take them alive, so it might be some kind of **, this kind of ** can be attacked again after an hour or two, and this is the first time I have encountered it. If this is the case, then the person who secretly poisoned it may be coming soon after calculating the time, so it is necessary to seize the time to recover his strength, otherwise he will not be able to defend against the enemy.

He tried to extract the true qi with his mind, and felt that although the eight veins of the Qi Jing were a little smoother than at the beginning, the internal strength was still less than the usual two or three percent. I'm afraid it's too late, and the only way is to avoid it first, and then make plans when the power is fully restored. It's not that he ignores Liu Yong and the three of them, and when he can't protect himself, he has no time to take care of it, and he can't let the family serve a pot. Moreover, since the poison is not used, it means that it is to live and not kill immediately.

But then again, if Liu Yong kills, he will kill me?

He gently pulled the latch and pushed open the back window, and when he saw that there was no one left and right, he climbed out, and then crept back down the narrow alley, hiding under a broken bed in the shadows in the corner diagonally opposite the inn door. He watched motionlessly, while slowly exercising his skills to condense the true qi in his body.

About half an hour later, there was finally movement.

In the distance, the sound of horses' hooves was heard, and several fast horses followed by two carriages to the door of the inn. Under the moonlight, the two riders in front looked quite familiar, one of them was dashing, holding an ancient sword in his hand, Mo Yan was suddenly startled, and recognized that person was Wen Ruoyi of the Five Dragons Temple. In addition, the man's right palm was wrapped in a bandage, as if he was a scholar of the Wen family who was injured by him in Goolan Hutong in the capital. Chuandong Wenjia, by the way, isn't this the east of Sichuan?

The carriage door opened, and a group of black-clothed men with swords came down, following Wen Ruoxu into the inn. Not long after, they came out with three people on their shoulders and put them in the carriage, Wen Ruoxu stood in front of the inn gate with his sword in his hand and looked around for a while, and finally waved his hand and turned over on the horse, and the group walked away.

Mo Yan tried to test the true qi and it was only about half of the usual, so he didn't rush to come out, anyway, he already knew who the other party was, and he would talk about it after his skills were fully recovered, if he was too late and the three were killed, he could only blame them for their bad luck.

Mo Yan stayed under the stall bed until dawn, and the pedestrians on the street gradually increased, and then he yawned and came out. At this moment, his meridians have been completely unblocked, and his skills have been fully recovered, this ** is much more powerful than Wushan Gang Xue Steward, that ** just sprays cold water on his face to solve it, but this time it will take several hours to recover with jade nails.

Since it was done by the Wen family in eastern Sichuan, it was clearly to take revenge on himself, and he was the one who wanted to be arrested, but he was brought back to a cabinet scholar Liu Luoguo, this hot potato is not easy to deal with, no matter how powerful the Wen family is, they dare not confront the imperial court.

Mo Yan walked into Dazhou City, he was going to inquire about the situation of the Wen family first, and wait until it was dark before acting.

He found a noodle restaurant and asked for two bowls of the famous local dandan noodles, and while eating, he asked Xiao Er about the Wenjia in eastern Sichuan.

"Guest officer, you are talking about the famous old man Wen in Dazhou, the Wen family manor is located at the foot of Cuiping Mountain in the south of the city. Xiao Er told him.

After eating, Mo Yan looked at the roadside and no one paid attention, turned himself into an old man of sixty or seventy years old with his mind, and then walked towards Cuiping Mountain. (To be continued.) )