Chapter 40: Lujiazhuang

　　A jar of sorghum wine appeared on the table of the Eight Immortals.

　　Yang Guo patted open the wine seal, and started to eat a lot.

　　Hada resisted the discomfort and continued to follow, his expression gradually distorted.

　　"puff--"

　　Before finishing the jar of wine, he sprayed it out and vomited continuously.

　　Yang Guo's eyes remained calm, he unwrapped the wine seal, walked up to the Mongolian named Su He in two steps, raised his head and drank it.

　　Su He immediately looked a little unnatural, and looked at Muren beside him.

　　"When did our Mongolian warriors fear a challenge? Su He drank the wine!"

　　Muren, who had drunk another three catties of sorghum wine, reprimanded loudly in Mongolian with his eyes red.

　　Su He's face was ugly, and he stood up to drink while trembling slightly.

　　Not surprisingly, it also sprayed.

　　Seeing Shen Biao laughing, he didn't laugh twice, his stomach rolled and he vomited.

　　"continue."

　　Yang Guo also felt sick to his stomach at this time, but he always managed his expression well for outsiders, so Mu Yun didn't let Mu Yun see it.

　　"The warriors of my Great Mongolia are never afraid of challenges!"

　　Mu Yun with scarlet eyes patted open the wine seal, and just drank half of it before vomiting it out, obviously reaching the limit.

　　Yang Guo looked calm and acted calmly, he drank all the remaining three jars of wine on the table.

　　"You lose!"

　　After leaving a word, Yang Guo walked to the room on the second floor with a jug of wine.

　　As soon as Yang Guo left, cheers broke out in the silent lobby.

　　"Hahaha, we won, we won."

　　"Didn't you say you were going to fall? Get up and talk again!"

　　"That's right, a bunch of jumping clowns."

　　"A group of girls, didn't they say they can drink?"

　　"Don't insult the women, my wife is a woman, she is fine."

　　"Yes, what this brother said is that these Tartars are not worthy of being compared with women."

　　...

　　Unlike the enthusiasm of the Song people, the Mongolian side withered like an eggplant beaten by frost, and ran out of the inn in despair after taking Muyun and the three back.

　　In the room on the second floor.

　　Yang Guo suppressed the convulsions coming from his throat, and gently massaged his Guanyuan and Qimen points to relieve the discomfort.

　　Hei He flew to the table, started to drink quietly, and walked out of a pace that no relatives recognized after a while.

　　Shaoqing.

　　Yang Guo felt better, but he still felt his eyes were spinning, and he saw double images.

　　Drunk again, but this time without Xiaolongnv's warm embrace.

　　Yang Guo looked at the snowy scenery outside the window, and remained silent for a long time, listening to his vigorous heartbeat quietly.

　　Plop plop plop...

　　In a daze, Yang Guo seemed to see the familiar white figure asking himself, "Guoer, why do you drink alcohol and still drink like this? Does your headache not hurt?"

　　Yang Guo stretched out his hand to grab it, only caught a few pieces of light falling snow.

　　"Bah—"

　　The black crane swayed from side to side, made a slight cry, fell down, and fell asleep with Yang Guo.

　　…

　　…

　　mid-spring.

　　As the snow melts, the time for the hero meeting draws closer.

　　In the past few days, people from the rivers and lakes in groups can often be seen in the inn.

　　After several months of fermentation, the story of this hero meeting has also spread among the knights in the rivers and lakes from all over the country.

　　Heroes from all over Nanzhou who intend to fight against the Mongols are rushing to Dasheng Pass. Although there are many of them who come to watch the excitement, at least they have a strong momentum.

　　in the room.

　　Yang Guo exhaled slowly, stopped practicing, opened his eyes, and decided to leave.

　　Squeak——

　　"Hey, good morning Yang Shaoxia, is it still the same today?"

　　Yang Guo has lived in the inn for a long time, and the owner of the inn is also very close to him.

　　"No, I'm going to Lujiazhuang today."

　　"You're leaving, that's right. Counting the days, the Heroes Conference will be held in a few days. You pack up your things first, and I'll fetch your horse."

　　"That's troublesome."

　　"No trouble, no trouble."

　　Xiao Er waved his hands again and again, and walked quickly to the stable.

　　Yang Guo looked back at the room, there was nothing to clean up, he smiled and shook his head, went outside the inn, strode to the side of the yellow horse.

　　"Yang Shaoxia and so on."

　　The old shopkeeper ran out and wiped his sweat with his sleeve.

　　"What is it?"

　　"I heard from San'er that you are leaving?"

　　"Yeah? What's the matter? But there's still a silver tael short? I'll make up for it right now."

　　"No, no, this old man brought you some drinks."

　　As he said that, the old shopkeeper brought the two wine jars in his hands that looked like they had just been dug out with a little dirt in front of Yang Guo.

　　"Yang Shaoxia, don't refuse, we don't have any good things in this inn, and these two jugs of wine can be regarded as the reward for Yang Shaoxia's efforts in the past few days."

　　When Yang Guo was staying here, he also helped the inn to deal with a few Jiang Hu people who were drinking and making trouble.

　　This can be regarded as reciprocating the favor.

　　"Then thank the shopkeeper."

　　"No no..."

　　Yang Guo took it smoothly,

I took a sip on the spot.

　　The wine is mellow and strong but clear and refreshing. It is a good wine.

　　After feeding the yellow horse and the black crane some, Yang Guo got on the horse and

　　"Old Huang, let's go."

　　"Pfft—"

　　The yellow horse snorted and galloped against the big sun in the eastern sky.

　　On the way, Yang Guo's hair fell down, and he put on a half-face mask.

　　He didn't want to be recognized by Guo Jing, and subconsciously resisted. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　In this way, it wasn't until sunset that Yang Guo saw the large Lujiazhuang in the distance.

　　After getting off the horse, Yang Guo patted the yellow horse's long face.

　　"Old Huang, go play with Brother He."

　　"Hey hiss..."

　　The yellow horse bowed its head, rubbed Yang Guo's cheek affectionately, then turned and left, and ran towards the mountains.

　　"Hmm... It seems that you, Old Huang, have really become a genius."

　　Watching the two leave, Yang Guo smiled, randomly found a wooden stick, and mixed into the crowd rushing towards Lujiazhuang.

　　There are many people who come to Lujiazhuang, but half of them are beggars.

　　It can also be seen that there are really many people in the beggar gang.

　　After Yang Guo used the increasingly proficient soul-moving Dafa to inquire about the beggars' gang, he successfully mixed into the beggars' gang.

　　Although Lujiazhuang occupies a large area, more people can come to participate in the hero meeting.

　　Fortunately, most of the visitors were beggars, so they could find a place and sleep on a floor bunk. Otherwise, this big village might not have so many rooms to rest.

　　Following the crowd, it didn't take long for Yang Guo to see Lu Guanying who went out to greet the guests in person, he is also the owner of this village.

　　All the way into the courtyard, I also saw Guo Jing and Guo Daxia who was smiling and returning salutes from time to time.

　　"Quanzhen taught Master Hao and Xiangu Sun!"

　　"Wudang sent Daxia Song here!"

　　Si Li's shout attracted all the heroes in Lujiazhuang to cast their gazes, Guo Jing was even more delighted, and hurried to meet him.

　　Yang Guo, who was already seated, stood up abruptly, staring at the group of Quanzhen Taoist priests, his eyes flickered with coldness, his internal energy subconsciously circulated, causing his sleeves to bulge.

　　The few Beggar Clan disciples sitting beside Yang Guo shrank their necks, thinking to themselves: Where is the cold wind coming from?