Xie Junhe hesitated, looking back at the tough guy lying motionless on the ground, and then at the unfathomable old man full of suspense, feeling as if his feet were filled with lead.

While hesitating, the old man walked further away. His steps were particularly light, as light as a bird flying through the trees. Looking at his back, Xie Junhe muttered on the spot: "Chu Tiankuo...

...The sky is vast... Chutian is vast? Chu? Chu

Home?!" After a flash of thought, he was almost shocked by his own thoughts: Could it be that the old man's Qinggong is exactly the Chu family's unique Flying Feather Step?! Before the old man disappeared behind the bushes, Xie Junhe shouted: "Hey!

Old man, don’t you wait for your apprentice?”

From behind the trees in the distance, a naughty boy laughed loudly.

This smile almost made Xie Jun lose his temper: Is there an extra master inexplicably? 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? The rough man and the old man again

What's the point? What's the origin of this old man who raped his apprentice? But there was no time to think about it.

Xie Junhe ran towards the road and finally saw the red wine flag fluttering in the wind.

The sound of horse hooves clattered like a tidal wave, stirring up the diffuse dust mist. On the yellow sand road, passing caravans were running as usual. This restaurant chose a good market entrance - as long as there are people on the road, they will definitely

There are hungry diners.

Xie Junhe was so hungry that he felt dizzy after not having anything decent for three consecutive days.

But I heard the old man hiding his face in a bamboo hat next to him snickering: "Disciple, I will buy you a drink!"

"I quit drinking!" Xie Junhe emphasized.

But the old man didn't even hear it and went straight into the restaurant. In fact, it was just a thatched hut, a few tables and chairs, and four walls of fence. The wind howled through the hall. The drinkers didn't care at all about dining amid flying sand and rocks.

Just as he sat down, a familiar fragrance spread in the air. Xie Junhe sniffed and sniffed with his nose - indeed, no aroma of wine could fool his nose, whether it was the South Bank or the North Bank. Because he had been drunk for ten years

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That's the smell of Ningxiang Pavilion - Tianxiang Zui!

Tianxiangzui is the most famous wine in the most "ganghu" restaurant in Nan'an. Its brewing method has always been the unique secret of the winemaker. Ningxiang Pavilion has changed its owner several times over the years, but the authentic wine taste has never changed.

Not to mention the rumors. How could Tianxiangzui's breath appear in the wilderness? Xie Junhe's face was covered with a dark cloud.

"Bring a glass of wine!" Without thinking, he shouted directly towards the restaurant's tent.

"Yo?" the old man responded as if he was deliberately causing trouble, "This person drinks on credit. Does the boss dare to do this business?"

"You!" Xie Junhe glared back with resentment.

"Just now you said you were quitting drinking!" The old man jokingly threw a silver coin on the table and said, "Bring me a jar of good wine and I'll drink it alone!"

A jar full of wine was held in his arms by the waiter, who respectfully served it with both hands.

Xie Junhe took the initiative and hooked his hand, and the wine jar seemed to be stuck in his hand and slid down his arm and fell into his arms. He succeeded and was very happy.

When he was holding the wine jar, unsealing it and about to drink, suddenly a slipperier hand swept in front of him. It was just a sweep, and Xie Junhe felt a light touch in his palm - damn, the wine was gone.

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Chapter completed!