The Liao people suddenly turned against each other, Song Wen just frowned, but Li Yan next to him was about to go up and take action... Shopkeeper Meng of Gaoyang Zhengdian also got up and ran upstairs to ask for help from the proprietor who had been watching the fun.
Behind the window on the second floor, Ping Niang held down Zhao Shenyan who wanted to help Song Wen... "Don't be impulsive! What's the point of going there? You quickly send someone to invite the old knight Zhou Tong from the Yuquan Hall...
Where are the Imperial Guards at the Military Patrol Shop? Are they all dead?"
Zhao Shenyan pulled away his wife's arm and said angrily: "The bullies are here, these Khitan dogs... I can't just watch Brother Wen being crippled by them! The worst I can do is fight with them..."
Ping Niang looked at the somewhat strange husband in front of her with great surprise, and something strange flashed in her eyes!
In front of the table, Song Wen chuckled... "You just want to bet on my arm for a few taels of gold. Your deal is a good deal! But my arm seems to be sold cheaper... Otherwise, if you want to bet, just bet."
Bigger... Fifty taels of gold! How about betting on my head? Let's sign and make a bet... I'm willing to admit defeat! Ten bottles of strong wine, if you, a Khitan warrior, can drink it within the time of three sticks of incense, you can walk there by yourself
At the entrance of Gaoyang Zhengdian... I will let him chop off this head with one knife! I will also pay you a hundred thousand bonuses... From then on, the drinking capacity of men from the Liao Kingdom has completely surpassed that of the heroes of the Song Dynasty! But... if you lose!
If you feel sorry for money, you can take back that piece of stinky gold... But you have to kneel on the stage and kowtow three times! Yell three times... Liao people are pigs who can't drink as much as Song women!"
There was silence...
Everyone looked at Song Wen as if he were a monster... Could this guy be crazy because of poverty? Ten bottles of wine... Could it be that a Khitan warrior with martial arts skills as evil as a god really couldn't drink ten bottles of wine?
Song Wen looked like a heroic hero who sacrificed his life generously. He flicked his sleeves, walked a few steps, and with a cry, he pulled out a Forbidden Army's standard Yan Fei Dao from the waist of a guard patrolling the streets who looked a little timid... and then he walked forward in full view of everyone.
Walk back to the gate of Gaoyang Zhengdian!
Zhao Shenyan didn't know when he ran down, his hands trembling with excitement... Then he quickly pushed away a guest who was still in a daze in the lobby, grabbed an armchair and placed it at the entrance of the store!
"Brother Wen, you are so brave! Please sit down!"
Song Wen smiled slightly, shook his robe, and sat on the chair with a golden sword! He put the Yanling Saber on the ground with his left hand, and made a gentle gesture of invitation with his right hand... "This nobleman of the Liao Kingdom...please!"
Thousands of onlookers looked at this handsome young man with red faces and shining eyes, and suddenly let out a burst of cheers and roars that shook the sky...
"Well done! So brave..."
"The man from the Song Dynasty has grown his reputation by betting with these barbarians! Let him see what the best liquor in the Song Dynasty is..."
"What a young man!"
"Do you dare to gamble?"
Li Yan glanced at the martial artist from the Imperial Boxing Gym in the capital. A disciple from the Imperial Boxing Gym rushed out and went straight to his own boxing gym to invite Master Zhou Tong. The martial artist secretly made a gesture, and several more
The disciple quietly took a few steps back and took out the iron-clad long stick and iron ruler hidden under the platform... He was on full alert!
Only Li Yan felt a little strange in his heart... He understood what this Huo Shaochun was, ten bottles! Isn't Song Wen going to have to give that Khitan dog that kind of drunken first-class soju? These ten bottles
After drinking a bottle of wine... Even if the Khitan dog can drink it, I'm afraid he will be dead! Song Wen is so treacherous...
There was a clang, and a window on the second floor of Gaoyang Zhengdian was pushed open!
Gao Yanei suddenly stuck his head out and shouted: "Song Wen, well done! You seem to be more courageous than an ox! I support you... If you lose, I will buy you Bianliang's best price."
Expensive coffin! I will help you have a grand burial and I will personally hold banners for you..."
Several dog-leggers rushed forward and hurriedly covered the mouths of the dogs in their own yamen, dragging back the shameful guy who was number one in the Song Dynasty.
Song Wen's head was covered with black lines and his teeth were itching with anger...
Inside a black carriage at the corner of the street, a young girl opened the window and watched intently... "Ouch! What does this little turtle guy mean? It turns out that this guy is connected with several families who have married each other! Sihaijiu
Fang... has some skills, but is this guy out of his mind and crazy or is he confident in his heart? How dare you gamble your life with the Liao people like this?"
An old man next to him shook his head and stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Young people in the market regard life as a bet! If you succeed, your reputation will rise, but if you lose, everything will be lost! Although there is some bravery, he is still just a common man struggling..."
"Grandpa looks down on people so much!"
"Haha, but people's hearts..."
Outside the crowd at the far end of the street, two men wearing long robes but wearing official boots were sitting on two horses. Seeing what happened in the Jiuxian ring, a middle-aged man with a black beard whispered: "Nonsense! Several marketmen
A merchant dares to use the name of the Song Dynasty to wager and fight with the Liao people... it's disrespectful! If he loses, how can his humble life be worth the majesty of the Song Dynasty court!"
A slightly thin middle-aged man next to him frowned when he heard this: "It's just the courage of ordinary people, but it's just a little thoughtless... Send the imperial army to stop it! Otherwise... I'm afraid something will happen.
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"Why are those Qiu Ba from the front office of the palace running slower than pigs? Several guys from the Lifan Academy are also the ones who eat corpses. They just let the young marquis of Liao country walk around Bianliang at will... If this brother Yelu Shan comes out
What's going on? How can we explain it to the officials? How can we explain it to Daliao?"
The thin man frowned, pursed his lips, and couldn't help but said: "Sir! After all, this is still the Tokyo Bianliang of my Song Dynasty. It is also inappropriate for these Liao people to insult our Song Dynasty..."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man with a black beard glanced at his companion coldly: "What do you mean? The dignity of the imperial court is maintained by officials like me. How can we let a few ordinary people do whatever they want? Everything must look at the overall situation.
, Now the fire in the backyard of the Liao people is exactly the time when they are eyeing me, the Song Dynasty, with the intention of getting more benefits, no excuse can be allowed to let them get it!"
The thin man sighed and nodded helplessly...
The Khitan nobleman touched his mustache and sneered: "Interesting... It's really interesting! Ten bottles of wine, fifty taels of gold... Your life is indeed very precious! Boy, what is your name?"
Song Wen sat on the chair and cupped his hands: "My surname is Song, the Song of the Great Song Dynasty! Song Wen."
The Khitan nobleman nodded: "Okay, although I'm afraid you can't represent the Southern Dynasty... But after all, this Jiuxian Tournament is placed in Bianliang City of the Song Dynasty. I will make a bet with you. If you lose, I will give you
Cut off his head and hang it on the ring! Then hang a banner... just write "Little Boy of the Southern Dynasty", and use this head to testify that I, the Khitan warrior, am invincible due to his drinking and courage..."
The people of Bianliang all around were gnashing their teeth in anger but were helpless, but some Forbidden Army soldiers actually lowered their heads in panic under the wolf-like eyes of Khitan guards.
The faces of several martial arts masters in the Royal Boxing Hall were also flushed. The leading martial artist looked at Li Yan who was retreating to the side worriedly... Seeing that Li Yan nodded indifferently, indicating that Song Wen's gambling fight was no problem, he felt a little relieved.