Ma Sanbao has been through the battlefield for a long time and did not take Li Bai seriously. He turned sideways and hid, but he didn't expect that the sword suddenly changed its move and came to his chest.

He wanted to hide again, but unfortunately it was too late. Li Bai was already approaching, and a long sword made him move in the flowing water. Swish, swish, and the sword made him unable to hide like a ghost and retreated continuously.

In the end, he couldn't even retreat, and the sword body was crossed to his neck.

Li Bai laughed: "You slave, you have some skills to be able to walk under my hands. Get out of here, otherwise I won't be polite."

But Yang Mo recognized Ma Sanbao and stepped forward and said, "This is my Sanbao brother, Brother Taibai, my own people, my own people!"

"Owner?"

Li Bai looked up and down at Ma Sanbao, then turned around and sat back, and returned to the sheath with the sword, which was extremely elegant, which made people around him applaud.

"Come on, keep drinking!"

When the fellow villagers saw the fellow villagers, they were crying. After Yang Mo confirmed that Li Bai was also a time traveler, he was naturally extremely happy.

The so-called "those who are close to the vermil" are red and the ones who are close to the ink are black. He was originally cautious and low-key, but he was infected by Li Bai's heroism and was wiped out by the boredom these days.

Li Bai also picked up the wine, and the two of them drank it all in one go.

Seeing that Yang Mo's face was flushed and drunk, Ma Sanbao hurriedly said, "Son-in-law, can't you drink alcohol? Besides, you have just recovered from a serious illness and have hurt your body by drinking so much. Miss... Miss..."

Yang Mo smiled and said, "Son-in-law, my alcohol tolerance varies from person to person. As the saying goes, a thousand cups of wine are less than a few. I think this big bowl is only five or six. No matter how many thousand cups, it will take 200 bowls. Two hundred bowls are less, not to mention that I have only drunk less than ten bowls?"

"Come on, Li Taibai, keep drinking!"

As he said that, he drank the wine in the bowl again.

Li Bai was originally a person who was addicted to alcohol. He was even happier to see Yang Mo drinking more simply than himself.

He heard him say that he had a few thousand cups of wine from his fellow villager. He was a little surprised, but he didn't have time to think about it and said loudly: "Brother Yang is right! Come on!"

As he said that, he picked up the wine bowl and drank it all.

Seeing that Yang Mo was drinking without any scruples, Ma Sanbao was afraid that he would die by accident, so the lady could not explain it.

But if you want to force it away, the young man next to you who used the sword was superb sword skills and could not beat him.

He had to ask his younger brother who came with him to report the news at the mansion while sitting next to him watching the two of them.

With Ma Sanbao standing by, the people behind him didn't dare to whisper anymore, and all the attention was focused on the two of them.

The Northern Sui Dynasty was a martial artist, so even literati were very heroic.

The direct manifestation of the pride of literati is drinking.

In addition, the legend of rangers is popular in Guanzhong and surrounding areas.

The spirit of the knight-wielding sword in the world has added another layer of martial soul to the spirit of these literati.

Many factors are entangled together, so that the literati of the Northern Sui Dynasty are slightly different from those of other dynasties.

Drink the strongest wine, ride the strongest horse, use the sharpest sword, kill the evil people, write the boldest poems, and sleep the most beautiful girl.

These six things are like standards. Who in the world can accomplish all these six things? That is the highest king in the minds of literati in the world.

This is also the reason why Li Bai is so arrogant, but no one dares to ridicule him.

At the beginning, no one looked down on Yang Mo, the son-in-law who was divorced, and ordinary people looked down on him, let alone these arrogant literati.

Not to mention that she was still divorced. Even though Madam Li ruined the divorce letter for some reason, she was divorced and she would never be able to cleanse the mark in her life.

But as his wine fight with Li Bai became more and more intense, everything could be done, but those bowls of strong wine could not be done.

When the onlookers looked at Yang Mo again, their eyes became a little complicated.

Of course there is still some contempt, but there is a little more admiration.

He even kept drinking as the boys pouring wine beside him shouted: "Master Yang drank the fifteenth bowl of wine!"

The whole story of the street slowly disappeared, and many people looked at each other. The talkative literati who had been talking about Yang Mo's retirement to others was also slightly shocked: "Be good, fifteen bowls, I can't drink that much!"

In all dynasties, the strong will never be blamed.

Especially in the Northern Sui Dynasty.

Soon, the wine fight between Yang Mo and Li Bai spread throughout the city.

Fighting wine is one of the fine traditional virtues of Taiyuan City.

Every year during the Mid-Autumn Festival and the New Year, there will be various fun-inspiring battles at various gatherings in the city.

Literary and poets have some fighting wine, poetry, swords, and dances...

People in Xialiba have cockfighting, dogfighting, and wrestling...

These various battles were born through the martial Northern Sui Dynasty over the years.

When Yang Mo drank twenty bowls, people began to applaud.

Everyone looked in the voice and saw a scholar who was washed white but clean and neatly tidy and looked a little poor.

There are many scholars like this in the street.

In the past, they were often cursed, and even the targets of the children of the noble families who were dressed in noble families.

If one person applauded, there would be two people. Then these scholars from the lowest literati class in the street all began to applaud Yang Mo.

Drinking twenty-two bowls of strong wine in a row is the record of going downstairs: although Li Bai had already broken it.

Compared with the strong, the public prefers to watch the weak counterattack.

When Yang Mo picked up the twenty-first bowl of wine, the people who had just ridiculed him became nervous.

Some people secretly encourage Yang Mo, some are simply nervous about him, some are excited about him that he may break the record, and of course some are secretly looking forward to him falling down.

Even drinking twenty-two bowls of wine in this era, Yang Mo couldn't stand it anymore.

My eyes began to shake, my mind began to blur, and my tongue began to tremble even more.

He stood up staggeringly, and Ma Sanbao next to him also stood up, with a worried look on his face. He reached out to help him, but was stared away by Yang Mo.

Li Bai is still the same as before, as if he is always a bowl of wine from falling down.

"Brother Taibai, the horse downstairs...but, but yours?"

Li Bai laughed loudly: "Yes! It was exactly what I gave to you that day!"

Compared to Yang Mo, Li Bai's words, who drank more, were still not much different from those just now.

"Thank you!"

It was confirmed again that Li Bai was the servant who rescued him that day. Yang Mo held the bowl in both hands and bowed solemnly. When he got up, he drank it all.

Li Bai quickly reached out to help him up, but Yang Mo said loudly: "Pour wine!"

Then he looked at Li Bai and laughed: "I, I said today, I want to go find you, why are you here in Taiyuan?"

Some words are confused, but fortunately they can express them clearly.

Speaking of this topic, Li Bai laughed loudly and looked at Yang Mo with a steady mind: "Brother Yang, if I had known that you were a man from Taiyuan, I would not have come to find you."

Yang Mo did not react and Li Bai was still misunderstood that he was the leader of a bad person and glared: "Why?"

"I came here and worked as a service in the yamen. You know!"

Li Bai smiled coldly, sat down, his heart was filled with anger, and his whole body was full of murderous intent.

"Yes, I know!"

"After you leave that day, I will return to the government office. A group of refugees came out of the county middle road. I thought the county guild would send food to help me, but I didn't expect that, but I asked me to drive them out of the country. If I don't follow, I will kill people!"

He gritted his teeth: "I was so angry that I was so angry that I killed the dog official!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone onlookers were shocked. They killed the imperial officials without permission, which was a death sentence for raiding the family and extermination of the clan.

"After seeing you that day, I admire you in my heart. After killing someone, I wanted to come to find you. I don't know where you were. I just knew the direction to Taiyuan, so I came to Taiyuan City to search. I didn't expect that you were a public servant in Taiyuan City. Wouldn't this fall into the trap?"

After Li Bai said that, he burst into laughter, without any regrets.

Hearing Li Bai talked about the government's expulsion of refugees again. Yang Mo remembered the refugees who were treated that day, and his fists were clenched.

"Good kill!"

He slapped the table hard with a bang, which scared everyone behind him again.

Li Bai's eyes lit up. Unexpectedly, Yang Mo would agree with him, and he felt more and more that he had come to Taiyuan.

"Brother Yang, after you left that day, I wrote a poem. I will read it to you when I see you today!"

When people around him heard that Li Bai was going to write a poem again, they couldn't help but prick up their ears and wanted to listen to what kind of attainments in the poetry of this young man with both wine and swordsmanship were.

"Oh? Write a poem for me?"

Yang Mo also became energetic and suddenly felt excited. Who is the person in front of him?

Li Bai! The poetic fairy Li Bai! He can actually write poetry for himself!

He instantly felt that even if he died immediately, it would be worth it to travel through time.

Has such a time traveler in the online novels in the previous life ever enjoyed such treatment?

I felt more and more excited and excited, and there was no indifference as before. After drinking so much wine, even the sheep, even the cowardly sheep dared to fight the wolf alone, let alone Yang Mo.
To be continued...