Beauty Jianghu

Chapter 247 Don’t get drunk after drinking

However, it was said that the two teams fought desperately to fight for the monk Demin, also known as King Huaguo, and most of them were killed or injured. Cheng Tuding and Cao Fengying were exhausted and unable to catch up, so Yang Shucheng was able to escape with Wang Huaguo on his back.

Yang Shucheng ran southward along the mountain road.

After running for more than an hour and more than 20 miles away, there were no pursuers behind, so he put Wang Huaguo down. Because his leg was injured and could not walk, Yang Shucheng supported him and walked slowly southward.

I had not eaten in the morning, and now I have been running for half a day. My body is already weak and my stomach is hungry.

Looking at a peach tree beside the road, there are a few fruits on it. Without thinking about it, I know that they are bitter. But there was nothing to eat along the way, so Yang Shucheng climbed up the tree and picked the fruit.

The two of them leaned under the tree, divided the fruit and ate it. Although it was still bitter, they still filled their stomachs half full.

After sitting under the tree and resting for a long time, the pursuers from behind had not arrived yet, but thinking that it was not safe here, the two struggled to get up. Yang Shucheng picked up Wanghuaguo on his back and continued walking south.

In this way, we walked and walked until evening and walked out of Tongbai Mountain District.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, there is endless wilderness to the south. On the left side of the mountain, there is a row of houses, about twenty or thirty households. When the army passed by, the village was robbed, the houses were burned down, and there were broken wells and ruins everywhere.

Now, the army has left, and the people who fled have come back, rebuilt their homes, and slowly gained a sense of life.

In front of the village is a field, where crops have been planted, and there are also a few chickens crowing.

There is a neat house with four or five rooms beside the road. Cloth covers are hung on the treetops to tell passers-by that this is an inn.

It seems that this inn has not suffered any military disaster, which is very rare. Yang Shucheng carried Wang Huaguo on his back after walking for a day. He was very tired and needed a place to rest. He had no time to think about why this inn could be well preserved in troubled times.

The two came to the inn, and a farm boy led them inside. The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man named Song, who was shrewd and tough. He warmly entertained Yang Shucheng and the two.

The two of them were sitting in the room, and shopkeeper Song took the waiter to the kitchen to get busy. These were troubled times, and although it was time to rest, there were no other customers in the store.

Soon it was dark outside, and the shopkeeper was under the eaves of the inn, hanging a lantern as a cover to attract customers.

The food was all on the table, but the most important thing was that there was a pot of stewed mutton. When you look at it, you can feel that the meat is stewed to a pulp, and the aroma goes straight to your nose.

Shopkeeper Song personally poured two bowls of wine for the two of them. Yang Shucheng was also thirsty, so he drank as soon as he picked it up. The wine was quite refreshing, and Yang Shucheng drank it happily. He drank the whole bowl of wine in a few mouthfuls.

That Rafflesia Guo was a fake monk. He was also very thirsty. He picked up the wine bowl and drank. He was a poor boy in the past and had never drank wine. Therefore, he raised his neck and drank a large bowl of wine in one breath. Empty.

The two had been hungry for two days, so they ate as much mutton as they could.

After Yang Shucheng ate a few pieces of mutton, he heard a "dong" sound and his head hit the table and stopped raising his head.

Shopkeeper Song was standing nearby. He explained to Wang Huaguo: "He drank in a hurry and was drunk."

Wang Huaguo believed him and continued to eat mutton. He kept more than fifty sheep in the mountainous area, but all the sheep were sold by his father. He had never eaten mutton before. Today, there was a large pot of mutton in front of him. How could he let it go? He devoured it for a while.

Shopkeeper Song said: "Master, please eat slowly and drink some wine." As he said this, he poured him a large bowl of wine.

Wang Huaguo drank more quickly than Yang Shucheng, but he didn't get drunk. Maybe he was born with a large capacity for alcohol. He was indeed thirsty. He picked up the wine bowl, tilted his neck, and drank it all again.

He even drank two bowls, and he was almost drunk at the maximum capacity. He also knew that the wine was already on his head and he was a little dizzy, but he could not imitate Yang Shucheng. If he fell asleep, he would not be able to eat the large pot of mutton in front of him.

He forced himself not to get drunk and continued to eat mutton.

Shopkeeper Song saw that he had a heavy drinking capacity, so he poured him three or four bowls of wine in a row, but he always had a dry mouth. As a result, shopkeeper Song saw that he had a heavy drinking capacity, so he stopped pouring wine for him.

Wang Huaguo was drunk, but he couldn't control himself and couldn't fall asleep.

Shopkeeper Song has been running an inn for more than 20 years, and has seen many strange people in the world. The person he met tonight impressed him.

After eating the mutton, Wang Huaguo couldn't hold on anymore and wanted to go to bed. Shopkeeper Song admired him as a person, so he took the initiative to carry Yang Shucheng who was sleeping on his back, took him into the guest room, and laid Yang Shucheng on the bed.

Shopkeeper Song also enthusiastically asked the waiter to bring a basin of water so that Wang Huaguo could wash his feet before going to bed.

The shopkeeper and the waiter left, and the door was closed. Wang Huaguo felt uncomfortable in his stomach and couldn't sleep, so he just sat on the edge of the bed.

The oil lamp was lit in the room, Yang Shucheng was lying on the bed, and Wang Huaguo was sitting in front of the bed.

An hour later, Yang Shucheng woke up slowly and felt a little pain in his head. He turned his head and saw Wang Huaguo sitting in front of the bed, with the oil lamp on the table still on.

Yang Shucheng sat up and was stunned for a while before he slowly understood.

I've been poisoned by someone else's sweat medicine. This was the second time he had been exposed to Mongolian perspiration, so he had experience, so as soon as he woke up, he knew he had been fooled.

"Donor Yang, you're finally awake. You haven't eaten much mutton yet. Are you hungry? I'll bring you the mutton." This Wang Huaguo had been a monk for some time, and he still called "Donor".

"How much wine have you drunk?" Yang Shucheng asked him.

"I drank seven or eight bowls. I was very drunk. I just wanted to sleep. I tried my best to endure it." In fact, it was because his stomach was uncomfortable and he couldn't sleep.

"You have such a heavy drinking capacity." Yang Shucheng thought, "What does the heavy drinking have to do with the sweat medicine? Isn't he afraid of the sweat medicine?"

In fact, Wang Huaguo's sobriety saved the lives of two people.

It turned out that Wang Huaguo drank the first bowl of Menghan medicinal wine, and the medicinal effect took effect, but he was thinking about eating mutton and forced himself not to fall asleep.

He was forced by the elders to recite the "Marrow Cleansing Sutra". If he didn't understand, the elders explained it to him in detail so that he could remember it.

A monk from Shaolin Temple, dozens of people died in front of him. Although he was very stupid, he also knew that he shouldered a heavy responsibility. Therefore, he always recited the "Marrow Cleansing Sutra" in his mind, for fear that he would forget a sentence and be burdened with a heavy responsibility.

Even in his sleep, he was constantly reciting the "Marrow Cleansing Sutra". This "Marrow Cleansing Sutra" was all about luck skills. He recited it day and night, invisibly guiding the true energy to flow around his body, but he himself did not Just know it.

He drank several bowls of Menghan medicinal wine, forcing himself not to get drunk. Invisibly, he was using all the energy in his body to force the poison out.

Therefore, when Shopkeeper Song saw that he was sweating all over, he knew that he had very deep inner strength and forced the Mongolian sweat medicine out. But when he saw that he was simple and honest on the outside, he thought that he was pretending.

Wang Huaguo remained calm. Shopkeeper Song couldn't find out his origin several times. He thought he was mysterious and was even more frightened. After drinking seven or eight bowls of wine, he didn't dare to hurt him anymore. Seeing that he was full. mutton and served him back to the guest room.

Shopkeeper Song didn't dare to act rashly, so he saved them.

Yang Shucheng hated this illegal shop and walked out without Wang Huaguo without a sword.

It was dark outside, and where I could see the kitchen, there was still light.

At this time, I only heard the sound of "dong dong dong..." coming from the kitchen, like the sound of chopping meat.

Yang Shucheng quietly walked towards the kitchen.

There was no one else in the courtyard. Yang Shucheng came to the kitchen door, looked in, and saw the shop assistant, with his back to him, chopping meat on the chopping board with a knife.

Yang Shucheng looked around and saw a human leg and hand on the chopping board.

"That's okay!" Yang Shucheng stood at the door and shouted loudly.

When the waiter heard the noise, he turned around and saw Yang Shucheng standing at the door. He was discovered, so he picked up the kitchen knife and rushed over.