On New Year's Eve, hundreds of miles away in the mountains to the east of Baidi Valley.

Among the mountains, there is a mountain that is the highest, almost towering into the clouds, called Xiaoyao Mountain Village.

This is the territory of the owner of Xiaoyao Village.

There are torches on the stone walls. In the huge hall, the wine tables built with heavy wooden boards like a long bridge extend from the hall to the yard outside the hall. The big trees in the yard are also covered with lanterns, surrounding them.

Everything shines like daylight.

Tonight is New Year's Eve, and the brothers in Xiaoyao Village gather together, eating big mouthfuls of meat, drinking big bowls of wine, chatting about mountains and rivers, drinking and punching, and making jokes and jokes about both meat and vegetables.

However, although they are bandits, they cannot escape the bandit spirit, but if you observe carefully, you will find that these bandits are somewhat different from bandits in other places.

They walk like the wind, stand like pine trees, and sit like bells.

Even if they are joking in a non-vegetarian way, it still makes people feel that they are not that superficial, but tonight is a very special day, so give yourself a chance to release a little bit.

The main seat in the hall was empty, and a middle-aged man wearing a blue robe sat in the seat next to it.

The middle-aged man has a white face and a slight beard, and is clean and elegant.

At this moment, he picked up the wine cup in front of him and said to the man and woman sitting opposite him: "Master Zuo, Miss Yang, I will drink this cup of wine first as a courtesy to Mr. Wang. Thank you for saving my second brother's life."

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Although he is a bookish person, his attitude of pouring wine with his head raised is very heroic.

After the sound fell, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Wang Xiucai turned the wine cup upside down, letting the man and woman opposite see that there was not even a drop left at the bottom of the wine cup.

Zuo Junmo and Yang Ruoqing looked at each other, Zuo Junmo said: "Brother Wang is really cool, I admire you!"

After saying that, Zuo Junmo also raised his head and drank the wine in the cup.

Yang Ruoqing picked up the wine glass and said to Wang Xiucai: "I'm not good at drinking, but tonight, New Year's Eve, I have the chance to get to know all the brothers in the village, and thanks to Brother Wang's hospitality, I will follow your example and have a drink!"

Five days ago, she and Zuo Junmo landed near Baidi Valley, and then spent two days finding the hilltop where Xiaoyao Village is located. It is the most hidden and highest mountaintop among these mountains.

On the way to Xiaoyao Village, they were lucky enough to witness a brutal fight in the dense forest.

There were only five or six people on one side, and the leader was a man with a beard and a sturdy back.

He took a few people who looked like his younger brothers and drove two loaded mule carts up the mountain, obviously coming down the mountain to purchase supplies.

As for the other group, there were twenty or thirty people, hiding in the dense forest.

When these purchasers showed up, the people who had been ambush in advance rushed out, not only to steal the supplies, but also to kill people and silence them.

Yang Ruoqing and Zuo Junmo were also lurking on one side, originally not wanting to take part in the fight between the bandits.

But when they heard the bearded man claiming to be from Xiaoyao Shanzhai during the melee, Yang Ruoqing and Zuo Junmo couldn't hold it any longer.

Just when I was thinking about how to break into Xiaoyao Village more effectively, this breakthrough came to my door.

The two men rescued the injured bearded man and killed all the twenty or thirty bandits, leaving no one alive.

Then he sent the bearded men back to Xiaoyao Village.

Only then did we know that Luo Xihu was the third-in-command of Xiaoyao Village. That day he took several of his men to the market town at the foot of the mountain to buy supplies for the New Year. Who knew he was ambushed on the way back?

The bearded man’s surname was Liu, everyone called him Liu Sange. Liu Sange had been stabbed on his left arm and had been recovering from his injuries in the house for the past two days.

He originally wanted to come over tonight, New Year's Eve, but the second in command, Wang Xiucai, wouldn't let him come over.

Because I know Liu Sange is greedy for wine, but this wound cannot be touched by even a drop of wine.

When the wine enters the throat, it is as if a line of fire is drawn and thrown in, burning all the way into the stomach.

Yang Ruoqing felt like her whole body was on fire, burning hot.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help covering her mouth and coughing. Zuo Junmo beside her quickly scooped up a spoonful of sweet soup and brought it to her lips, "Qing'er, take a sip of the sweet soup and press it down."

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "Thank you, Brother Zuo, no need, I'm a little uncomfortable with this smell, I'll be fine in a while."

Zuo Junmo smiled, with concern in his eyes.

Opposite me, Wang Xiucai saw all this, and secretly guessed that these two people were really in love.

Wang Xiucai laughed and said to Zuo Junmo: "This is the Shao Dao and strong wine I bought in the market town at the foot of the mountain."

"Miss Yang may not be used to this taste. I will ask someone to bring you fruit wine."

Yang Ruoqing was about to say that it's okay, there's no need to be so polite, but Wang Xiucai clapped his hands.

Soon, someone brought a small and exquisite jar with a mud seal at the mouth and a piece of red silk.

There are also three eye-catching characters written in red on the jar: "100-fruit wine".

This character is engraved and thick, elegant yet domineering.

At first glance, it is the handwriting of a great calligrapher who is very accomplished in calligraphy.

Why does Yang Ruoqing think so? Of course it's not because she is a calligrapher.

Her own handwriting was actually very sloppy, with every word flying off the wall.

She felt this way after seeing the names of four other people.

Mu Zichuan's handwriting is very engraved, as if every word was carefully carved by him and can be used to appreciate.

Zuo Junmo's calligraphy is very thick, and there is a depth and thickness flowing between the lines, like an ancient well, telling the ups and downs of the years.

As for Luo Fengtang's character, it is domineering and powerful.

Especially when telling what happened on the battlefield, the words that appear on the paper are like swords, and behind each word is a story burning with fire.

Finally, there is Da'an.

The character Da'an is like the person he is, elegant, handsome, and not stained by any dust.

Yang Ruoqing, a person with a sloppy handwriting, read family letters from four people who were all very distinctive in calligraphy. Therefore, over time, under the influence of her ears and eyes, although she could not write, she could appreciate them.

At this moment, when she saw the three big characters on the wine jar in front of her, her eyes lit up, as if she saw the four of them fused together.

Wang Xiucai reached out and grabbed the wine jar and wanted to pat the mud off for Yang Ruoqing himself and invite her to drink fruit wine, but Yang Ruoqing stopped her.

"Brother Wang, may I ask who wrote the three characters on this wine jar?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

"These three characters are so beautifully written. You are really a master!" she added.

Wang Xiucai was stunned for a moment, his eyes fell on those three words, and his eyes showed unabashed pride and appreciation.

Yang Ruoqing looked around at the bandit brothers who were busy eating meat and drinking wine inside and outside the hall. She guessed that Wang Xiucai was the only one here with a scholarly air.
Chapter completed!