The spectators all around were making a noise... "Oh, that's amazing! What a bonus! This is ten dollars!"
"Sure enough, this little proprietor is so generous!"
"This little girl is really powerful. She drank a large bottle of Huo Shaochun like this. That wine is really spicy!"
"It's amazing. After fighting for half a day, the wine master was beaten, and the first one to get the bonus was a girl from out of town? This Bianliang man is really embarrassed..."
The tall man held his daughter stupidly, and then watched at a loss as the two boys smiled and hung the heavy ten strings of ten bucks on his shoulders.
Suddenly, a slightly harsh voice sounded in the crowd... "Hahahaha, you southerners... are so embarrassing! Can't even compare to a female doll? Just three bottles of wine... and the best liquor in the world!"
Aren’t you afraid of the strong wind blowing your tongue? Where can the soft-bodied people of the Southern Dynasties brew strong liquor? The best liquor in the world is all in Zhongjing City of the Liao Kingdom!"
"Liao people!"
"Why are they here?"
"The envoy of the Liao Kingdom from the Lifan Yuan?"
"It doesn't look like they're dressed in Tatar attire. I'm afraid they're the guys who just came to Bianliang for business... These barbarians are irritating to look at!"
Song Wen narrowed his eyes and saw two sturdy men wearing Liao fur hats, short robes, leather boots and daggers, pushing away the onlookers of Bianliang people and walking out.
A bearded Liao man looked around and sneered: "Three bottles of wine can make men like you Southern Dynasty scared like rabbits. It's really embarrassing! No wonder your court only loses battles and kneels down to beg for mercy and offer new year coins."
...hehehe!"
Song Wen frowned, and before he could speak, he saw the martial arts master from the Imperial Boxing Hall of the Capital walking up slowly, but another young disciple from the Liao people nearby stopped the two Liao people with one step, as if his eyes were spitting fire.
in front of...
Before he could speak, the bearded Hu Liao man bumped into his shoulder... "You lamb-like thing, get out of here!"
The young man raised his hand to stop him, and the martial artist in charge shouted: "Be careful!"
With a bang, this Liao man was surprisingly strong. His muscular shoulders broke open and the young disciples' arms hit him hard on the chest...
"ah……"
The young disciple stumbled and fell backwards. The martial artist was unable to rescue him and watched helplessly as the young man smashed the wooden pillar behind him!
Suddenly, a big hand slapped the young disciple on the back of the heart! He rubbed the area and removed the hidden force used by the Liao man!
Pushing the injured young man into the arms of the martial arts master from the Yuquan Hall, a tall man turned around and stopped in front of the two Liao people.
"Where did the barbarians come from! Dare to run wild in Bianliang, Tokyo? What kind of skill is it to bully a young man?"
Song Wen's heart trembled, and he hurried over and grabbed Li Yan's arm! He whispered: "Uncle Li, please don't show your skills in public! If someone discovers something fishy... you will get into trouble!"
Li Yan looked at the two arrogant Liao people across from him, snorted, lowered his bamboo hat a little, and cursed: "This is the Song Dynasty, not a barbarian land where beasts are rampant! The Jiuxian Tournament is here... If you have the skills,
Just go up and drink three bottles of Huoshaochun! Those who don’t have the guts, stay away!”
The bearded Hu Liao man was stunned for a moment, pointed at Li Yan and cursed: "You are a useless southerner like a lamb, how dare you scold my young master? I think you want to..."
"Daruch! Stop talking and come back... If you want to kill people, go to the battlefield openly! There are many southerners like lambs to slaughter for you... Don't kill people here, it will embarrass their Zhao Guan family!"
The martial artist seemed to have noticed something. He stepped forward and stopped in front of Li Yan. He glanced at Li Yan with a deep look and then said thank you, then waved his hand... More than a dozen disciples from the Imperial Boxing Hall of the Capital gathered around.
He came up and looked at the two Liao people who suddenly appeared to make trouble.
With a roar, the people were being pushed around, and four or five Liao guards wearing fur hats rushed in. Each one held the scimitar at his waist and looked fiercely at the people guarding the stage.
The leader of the Liao people waved his hand... "Don't be afraid, Bianliang is not yet the place where our Khitan warriors are harvesting grass and valleys... Hahaha, you wine masters have such a strong tone! The best in the world... When will the southerners also
Do you like strong liquor? Don’t you just like that kind of sweet wine? Who is the best in the world? How many merchants? "
The martial artist frowned, but Song Wen took a few steps forward and said with a smile: "Nothing can be passed down through the ages just by who rewards it. Whether you are the best in the world or not has to be compared! If the people of Liao are not convinced, it's a big deal.
Come on stage and compete. As long as you drink three bottles of Huo Shaochun, stand three cups of tea without falling down, and then walk into the lobby of Gaoyang Zhengdian... you can take away thirty gu of bonus bounty!"
The Khitan noble's expression did not change, and he obviously did not take thirty guans seriously... The people next to him were in an uproar! Has it increased again? Ten guans rose to 20 guans... As soon as the Liao people appeared, the price actually rose to thirty guans.
Through!
Song Wen sneered: "However, if you want to go on stage to compete, you have to pay for three bottles of Huo Shaochun first! Twelve hundred Wen... This is the stage fee! If you can't pay, don't join in the fun... By the way, here is the only fee.
We accept Tongbao copper coins and gold and silver from the Song Dynasty! We don’t accept things like sheepskin jerky...”
The bearded Hu Liao man was furious when he heard this: "Where did you come from, you weakling? How dare you insult my young master! I will break your neck today..."
The young master behind the big guard patted him on the shoulder, and the guard immediately stepped aside angrily.
This twenty-year-old Liao native wears a leather hat inlaid with pearls, a black brocade short robe and a well-made cowhide silver belt around his waist. He looks like a Khitan aristocrat at first glance.
Touching the mustache at the corner of his mouth, the Khitan nobleman looked at Song Wen with a smile... "Well, the boy is very sharp-tongued, just like you southerners! Is it a fight, right? It seems like you are a strong drinker.
Only that girl got the bonus... Could it be said that you southerners don't drink as well as a woman?"
Song Wen cupped his hands: "It's just a joke for a girl... If you are in the mood, don't make noises under the stage, just pay the money and compete! If you win the bonus of thirty gold, it will be considered as yours."
The Liao people’s drinking capacity exceeds that of the entire Bianliang!”
"Hahahaha! That's right, what kind of liquor do you southerners know? Let you see... what is the blood and alcohol capacity of Khitan warriors! A real man has to ride the strongest horse with the sharpest sword and drink the strongest drink.
of Khitan liquor!”
A Khitan guard behind him continued: "Young Master, you have to sleep with the most beautiful women from the Southern Dynasty! These women should serve us Khitan warriors... Hahahaha!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"
A group of arrogant Khitan people mocked the Song Dynasty to their heart's content, making the people of the Song Dynasty near the ring itchy but helpless!
The Khitan nobleman waved his hand, and a piece of gold weighing about four or five taels fell onto the table next to him responsible for registering and collecting money.
"Then according to your rules, we will send Daruch up to drink! Three bottles? I'm afraid it's not enough for Daruch to soothe his throat... Ten bottles! This piece of gold will be used as a bet... However, I don't like it.
Your thirty guan! If you lose, I will give you... one of your hands!"