Xie Junhe hesitated, glanced back at the tough guy lying on the ground without moving, and then looked at the unfathomable old man full of suspense, only to feel that his feet seemed to be filled with lead.

Hesitating, the old man walked away. His steps were particularly light, as light as a bird passing through the trees. Looking at his back, Xie Junhe chattered in place: "Chu Tiankuo...... Sky Wide ...... Chu Tiankuo, Chu Family, Chu Tiankuo, Chu Tiankuo, Chu Family, Chu Family, Chu Tian, Chu Tian

Behind the trees in the distance, a naughty childlike laughter erupted.

This smile almost made Xie Jun turn his back on him angrily: There was an inexplicable addition of a master? A series of questions piled up in his mind: Where did the parchment come from? Who was the rough man who fell to the ground? What did the rough man have with the old man? What was the origin of this old man who forcibly pulled his apprentices? But he didn't have time to think about it.

Xie Junhe rushed to the road, and finally saw the red wine flag waving in the wind.

The sound of horses' hooves clattered like a tide, stirring up a thick dust mist. On the Yellow Sand Road, a passing caravan is running in an ordinary way. The restaurant has chosen a good market - as long as there are people in a hurry, there are bound to be hungry diners.

After three days without anything decent, Xie Junhe was already dizzy with hunger.

But I heard the old man hiding his face next to him, hehehe, snickering: "Apprentice, please drink for the teacher!"

"I'm quitting drinking!" Xie Junhe emphasized.

But the old man didn't seem to hear it at all, and went straight to this restaurant. In fact, it is just a thatched hut, a few tables and chairs, and a fence on all sides. The wind howled through the hall. The drinkers didn't care about eating in the flying sand and rocks.

As soon as I sat down, a familiar incense spread through the air. Xie Junhe sniffed and sniffed again - indeed, no wine could fool his nose, whether it was the south bank or the north bank. Because he was drunk for ten years.

That's the smell of Ning Xiang Pavilion - Tianxiang is drunk!

Tianxiang drunk, the most well-known wine in the most "Jianghu" restaurant on the south bank, its brewing method has always been the secret of the winemaker's unique family, Ningxiang Pavilion has changed its owner several times over the years, this authentic wine taste has never changed, not to mention the rumor. How could the drunken breath appear in the wilderness on this day? Xie Junhe's face was already clouded with a dark cloud.

"Let's have a pot of wine!" he didn't think about it, and went straight to the restaurant's tent to drink.

"Yo?" the old man responded as if he was deliberately making trouble, "This person must pay credit when he drinks, does the boss dare to do this business?"

"You!" Xie Junhe glared back angrily.

"Just now you said you quit drinking!" the old man jokingly threw a piece of silver on the tent and said, "A jar of good wine, I'll drink it alone!"

A jar full of wine, Xiao Er held it in his arms and offered it respectfully with both hands.

Xie Junhe took the first step and hooked his hand, and the wine jar slid down his arm as if it was stuck in the palm of his hand. Succeeded, eyebrows have fluttered.

When he held the wine jar and lifted the altar seal to drink, suddenly a more slippery hand swept in front of him. With just a sweep, Xie Junhe only felt a light in his palm - damn it, the wine was gone!

Looking sideways, the old man was drinking vigorously! The mellow wine rolled down the sparse goat's whiskers, crystal clear. Xie Junhe's teeth also rattled with it.