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Volume 1: The Essentials of the Absolute Meridian Chapter 175: The Old Man of Bashan

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    After breakfast, it was already dark and Liu Yong was ready to set off.  The carriage driver came to Liu Yong with a red face and said hesitantly: "Mr. Liu, there are elderly parents, wives and children in the common people's homes, and they use this carriage to support their families. What happened last night is really disturbing.  People are scared, the grassroots want to go back" "So, I understand, if you don't want to go to Yunnan together, I won't force you, just check out and go back." "Thank you for your understanding, but what will you do once the grassroots leave.  Where are we going?" The coachman looked very embarrassed.  "How much is your carriage worth?" Mo Can asked from the side.  "One hundred taels." Mo Can's mind was wandering around, and he took out almost two hundred taels of silver ingots from his storage bag and put them on the table: "Is the carriage and fare enough?" "Enough, enough, we don't need so much.  "Take it," Mo Can turned to Liu Yong and said, "Sir, I'll drive the car." The driver thanked him profusely and went away happily after receiving the money.  "Master Liu, these jars of Sangluo wine are old wine that I have collected for many years. Please be sure to bring them with you." Shopkeeper Liu took out several jars of wine and put them into the carriage. Liu Yong couldn't refuse but had to accept them and ordered the boy to take them out.  A little bit of loose money was forced into him.  Mo Can drove the carriage and left the Sangluo Inn, heading south along the mountain road, and finally arrived at Dazhou at dusk.  Liu Yong asked him not to go into the city, so he found an inn to stay outside the city so that he could get up early and start the journey tomorrow. To be cautious, Li Yuantong asked for a big house for four people to live in together.  Dazhou is a transportation hub for traveling from south to north. It goes to Hanzhong Mianyang in the north and Qulang in the west.  Go east to Kuiwu.  Roads extend in all directions.  Therefore, it is very lively even outside the city.  In the lobby of the inn, a businessman with a northern and southern accent was cooking a steaming charcoal hotpot. The air was filled with a spicy smell. It was dinner time, and he finally found an empty table to sit down at.  "Sir, this place is close to Yuzhou. The spicy hot pot here is very famous. Passing merchants will cook a hot pot to relieve the humidity in Sichuan." The store clerk introduced enthusiastically.  Liu Yong nodded: "The humidity in Bashu is relatively high, so it would be good to eat some spicy food." After experiencing the assassination attempt last night, he seemed to be less stingy.  After a while, the shop assistant brought a huge copper hot pot with a charcoal chimney in the middle. The pot was divided into many wooden grids, and each person could boil his favorite ingredients in his own grid.  "Man, is there any room for hot pot?" An old man with a white beard and a fairy spirit walked in outside the door, holding a dragon-headed crutch with a wine gourd tied to it.  "I'm sorry. It's all full today. If you want to eat, we have to share a table." The waiter said.  "That's fine." The old man looked around for a week, and finally landed on Liu Yong's table, "I'll be right there, old man." The shop assistant came to Liu Yong with a smile on his face and said, "Sir, in the land of Bashu, it's hard to eat hot pot.  Men of the table, would you mind dining with that old man?" Liu Yong looked over and nodded: "No problem, please come over." The old man sat down, took out the wine gourd, took out the stopper, and took a sip.  He smacked his lips and seemed very satisfied.  "How old is this old man?" Liu Yong asked him.  "I'm 90 to 60," the old man replied, speaking with a local Dazhou accent.  "With such a long life, you really have a good health." Liu Yong was envious.  "I like to drink home-brew medicinal wine and eat spicy hot pot on weekdays. Although I am almost a hundred years old, my muscles and bones are still the same as before. I am not deaf or blind, and I am not inferior to young children like you." The old man said proudly.  "That's right, you can see it." Liu Yong agreed.  "The old man is called 'Bashan Old Man'. This gentleman's surname is Gao?" "My surname is Liu." Liu Yong said perfunctorily.  "Let's have a drink too." Li Yuantong got addicted to alcohol, so he went to the carriage to bring a jar of Sangluo wine.  Not long after, the waiter brought over a dozen plates, including fresh fish, beef and mutton, tripe, yellow throat, bamboo shoots, chicken intestines, vegetables and other ingredients, filling the table, which was dazzling.  Li Yuantong patted open the mud seal, and the refreshing aroma of wine immediately came out.  The old man from Bashan sniffed: "Good wine, really good wine." "If you don't mind it, how about drinking together?" Li Yuantong said boldly.  The old man Bashan did not refuse, and started drinking with everyone. It seemed that the amount of alcohol was quite large.  While drinking, everyone scalded the vegetables in the grid in front of them and ate them. It was hot and spicy in the mouth, and when the stomach fell, they felt hot and sweating all over. It seems that this is indeed a good way to get rid of moisture.  The old man from Bashan was very talkative and started to drink.?There are more: "Hot pot has been around since ancient times. It was called 'ding' at that time. There were three-legged and four-legged tripods. They were first made of pottery and then bronze. Throwing all the food into it and cooking it was called 'ding'."  During the Three Kingdoms period, Emperor Wen of Wei invented the idea of ??adding wooden grids to the pot, which was suitable for boiling different ingredients and multiple people at the same time. It has not changed for more than a thousand years. " Everyone was chatting while eating, and the old man from Bashan was talking.  A man lives alone in Daba Mountain. He boasts that with his body and bones, he will have no problem living for more than a hundred years.  Finally, everyone had enough wine and food, and after saying goodbye to the old man Bashan, they returned to the guest room to rest, and they would continue their journey tomorrow morning.  After entering the house, Li Yuantong carefully fastened the doors and windows. The closer he got to Yunnan, the more careful he had to be.  It was not until midnight that Mo Can realized something was wrong. He felt sore and weak all over. When he mentioned that there was not much energy left, he realized that he had hit the road at some point.  He gathered up the remaining vitality and reluctantly opened the storage bag with his mind, took out the jade nail, struggled off the bed and threw it into the water cup. He waited for it to release its spiritual energy into the water, then drank it all in one gulp, and then lay down limply.  on the ground.  This jade nail from the spiritual world given to him by Ni-oh can detoxify all poisons in the world. Sure enough, after a moment, the true energy in his body began to flow slowly.  He thought that the poison just sealed the meridians and prevented the flow of true energy. Once it was released, it would be back to normal, but it would take some time.  When did you get poisoned?  He recalled all the events after arriving at the inn. The most likely thing was that he was tampered with while eating hot pot.  However, I have been paying attention to the old man Bashan's every move, and did not find anything unusual. Other than that, everyone returned to the room and went to bed to rest.  Mo Can struggled to get up and came to the door. The door latch was still in good condition, the window paper was also intact, and there was no trace of any incense being used.  He walked over to check the conditions of the others. Li Yuantong had lost consciousness and couldn't wake up even if he pinched him hard. The same was true for Liu Yong and Shutong.  It seems that the person who poisoned them did not want to poison the four people to death at the same time, but to take them alive. Then it may be some kind of drug. This kind of drug can actually relapse after an hour or two. This is also  First time encountered.  If this is really the case, then the person who secretly poisoned you may be coming soon after calculating the time, so you must seize the time to restore your skills, otherwise you will not be able to defend yourself against the enemy.  He tried to extract the true energy with his mind, and felt that although the eight extraordinary meridians were smoother than at the beginning, his internal strength was still less than 20 to 30% of the usual level.  I'm afraid it's too late. The only way is to avoid it first and make plans after the skill is fully restored.  It's not that I ignored Liu Yong and the other three. When I couldn't protect myself, I had no time to care. I couldn't let others take over.  Furthermore, since poison was not used, it meant that the purpose was to keep the mouth alive and not to kill immediately.  But then again, it¡¯s none of my business if Liu Yong kills him?  He gently pulled the latch and pushed open the back window. When he saw no one around, he climbed out. Then he quietly walked back to the neighborhood along the narrow alley and hid under a broken stall in the shadow of the corner diagonally opposite the inn door.  He observed motionlessly while slowly exercising his kung fu to condense the true energy in his body.  After about half an hour, there was finally movement.  The sound of rapid horse hooves was heard in the distance, and several fast horses followed by two carriages arrived at the door of the inn.  Under the moonlight, the two riders in front looked familiar. One of them had a handsome figure and held an ancient sword in his hand. Mo Can was suddenly startled and recognized that the man was Wen Ruoyin from Wulong Temple.  In addition, the man's right palm was wrapped with a bandage. He seemed to be the scholar of the Wen family who was injured by him in Goulan Alley in the capital.  Writers from Eastern Sichuan, by the way, isn¡¯t this place exactly Eastern Sichuan?  The carriage door opened, and a group of men in black armed with weapons came out and followed Wen Ruoxin into the inn.  Not long after, they came out with three people on their backs and put them into the carriage. Wen Ruoxi stood in front of the inn door with a sword and looked around for a while. Finally, with a wave of his hand, he got on his horse and the group of people walked away.  Mo Can tried to test his true energy, but it was still only about half of the usual strength, so he didn't rush out. Anyway, he already knew who the other party was. He would wait until his power was fully restored. If he arrived too late and three people were killed, he could only blame them.  Unlucky myself.  Mo Can stayed under the stall until dawn. There were gradually more pedestrians on the street, and then he yawned and came out.  At this moment, his meridians have been completely unblocked and his skills have been fully restored. This drug is much more powerful than Wushan's helper Xue Guanshi. That kind of drug can be solved by just spraying cold water on the face, but this time he used jade nails to cure it.  It will take several hours to recover.  Since it was the Wen family of Sichuan Province that did it, it was obviously to take revenge on themselves, and the real person they wanted to arrest was him. In the end, Liu Luoguo, a cabinet scholar, was brought back. This hot potato was not easy to deal with. No matter how powerful the Wen family was, they would not dare to do it.  Confront the court.  Mo Can walked into Dazhou City. He was going to find out more about the Wen family first.??Take action after dark.  He found a noodle shop and ordered two bowls of the famous local dandan noodles. While eating, he asked the waiter about Sichuan East writers.  "My guest, you are talking about the famous Mr. Wen in Dazhou. The Wen family manor is located at the foot of Cuiping Mountain in the south of the city." The waiter told him.  After eating, Mo Can looked at the roadside and saw that no one was paying attention. He used his mind to transform himself into the appearance of an old man in his sixties or seventies, and then strolled towards Cuiping Mountain.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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