The original intention of making wine was for Li Bai and also for Gu Qing himself.

Master Shixian drank too much. Strictly speaking, he should be called the "Jiuxian". After a few days with him, Gu Qing found that he was on the verge of drunkenness and was dying. If he didn't get some powerful wine for Li Bai, he would probably die.

Time is running out.

The effect of the newly brewed wine was pretty good. I poured it into half a catty at over 30 degrees and poured it out. Li Bai felt good, and so did Gu Qing.

An hour later, Li Bai woke up, covering his head and groaning in pain.

"What kind of wine is this good brother? It's so overbearing."

Gu Qing smiled and said: "Brother Taibai, have you ever drank strong wine?"

"I have never drunk such strong wine. Did you create it, my dear brother?"

"Yes, in order to let brother Taibai drink heartily, Yu brother thought about it day and night, trying to brew this wine."

Li Bai showed a moved expression: "Brother Xian has done too much for Taibai, and I don't know how to repay him. Brother Yu only knows that he is drunk to sleep every day, but he has no choice but to have nothing..."

Gu Qing looked at the sword Li Bai was wearing and suddenly asked, "How is Brother Taibai's swordsmanship?"

Li Bai was stunned and said: "I have become accomplished in swordsmanship when I was fifteen years old. I have traveled around the world for many years and have accumulated some new experience in swordsmanship. I have also killed a few thieves. There is no enemy under my sword. It should be... good, right?"

?”

Gu Qing secretly sighed. Poetic immortals, wine immortals, sword immortals, besides being an official, they have done nothing in this life and reached the pinnacle of everything. Such people actually feel that their lives have failed, and they sigh all day long about the lack of talent.

Is this the so-called "world of top academics"?

"If Brother Taibai wants to repay me, Brother Yu would like to ask you for a favor..."

"Wonderful brother, you may say so, but Taibai is obliged to do so."

…………

Distilled wine needs to be distilled over and over again. The more times it is distilled, the higher the alcohol content. In order to make Brother Taibai drink happily, Gu Qing took the trouble to distill the wine.

After Li Bai drank to a high degree of alcohol, Gu Qing became much more relaxed. Every time he drank with him, he would drink for a while, and then he would smile and look at Li Bai's heroic state. He would take a sip, and soon his energy would start to falter. Before he could raise his glass to invite the moon, he could come up with wonderful verses.

He suddenly fell to the ground and became drunk.

While Gu Qing was relaxed, he could not help but feel uneasy and guilty. He always felt that he had committed a crime against China's cultural heritage, and that the high-alcohol wine that had been released in advance had ruined many good poems.

After steaming the wine to about 50 degrees, Gu Qing felt that it was enough for Li Bai to drink. Any higher temperature would kill someone. After leaving enough for Li Bai, Gu Qing continued to steam the wine. He had other uses for the wine.

While steaming the wine, Gu Qing also invited a dozen villagers to come to his house to carry out construction work. He dug two large pits in front of and behind the door of his yard. The pits were deep enough to be as tall as a person. There were still traps in the pits, but no more traps this time.

They are not sharpened wooden branches, but sharp iron thorns.

Not only that, Gu Qing also asked someone to buy a lot of paper from Qingcheng County. After the paper was shipped back, Gu Qing soaked them in tung oil one by one, then took them out and dried them in the sun to make sheets of oil paper.

After Zhang Huaiyu recovered from his injury for a few days, he got a little better. He could get out of bed and move around without any serious problems. Seeing Gu Qing working back and forth, Zhang Huaiyu asked curiously: "Are you preparing these to deal with your enemies?"

"No, I just feel that I don't have much nostalgia in this world, and I plan to use this to commit suicide." Gu Qing said without raising his head.

Zhang Huaiyu was stunned: "Really?"

"It's false. You asked nonsense questions, so I had to answer you with lies. Only by making everyone feel uncomfortable is it really comfortable."

"You..." Zhang Huaiyu gritted his teeth and wanted to hit him, but the injury was not healed yet and he did not dare to use force.

Zhang Huaiyu didn't bother to argue with him until the injury was healed. Zhang Huaiyu squatted down and curiously observed the sharp iron thorns in the big pit in the yard. He stretched out his hand to test its sharpness. He turned to look at him and said, "Are you?

Too naive? Can such a small mechanism scheme against a master?"

"Not necessarily, but it's always good to make more preparations. If one trap doesn't work, there will be three, four, or five, and eventually one of them can catch them."

Zhang Huaiyu said helplessly: "You are trying your luck, it's useless."

"What I call probability science, do you understand? Victory is often reserved for those who are prepared. With complete preparations, my probability of victory will increase infinitely. Those enemies may have strong martial arts skills, but their minds may not be smart.

"

Zhang Huaiyu wanted to argue, but found that Gu Qing was full of lies. He clearly felt that everything was wrong, but he could never find a reason to fight back.

So Zhang Huaiyu had no choice but to sigh and said: "That's all, you should prepare well. The enemy is coming in the next two or three days, and my injury should have been healed by then. If your preparations fail, I will take you to escape."

yes."

Gu Qing hummed and said: "Take good care of your injuries. You have only eaten two bowls of rice per meal these days. I am very worried. You have changed. You are no longer the Zhang Huaiyu who can eat three bowls of rice. What makes you

Has it changed? Is it the weight? Is it the reserve? No, it’s the injury..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Huaiyu stood up and left.

She knew what the final result would be of Gu Qing's way of chatting, which mixed nonsense with a little arsenic. Apart from breaking up on bad terms, what other result could there be?

…………

Two days later on an unusually cold night.

The cold wind blew through the treetops, making a shrill whistling sound. Gu Qing was wrapped in a cloak and stood on the hillside of the back mountain, quietly staring at the dark village.

In the past two days, he had been working day and night, just waiting for his enemies to come to his door. He was not sure when they would come, so he could only brace himself up and hide in the back mountain at night, and go home to sleep during the day.

Tonight it was cold and windy, there was no moon or stars, and the weather was much worse than yesterday. Gu Qing felt that if he was a thief, it would be the best choice to raid the village tonight.

If you use yourself to save others, they will surely not miss this good opportunity.

Feng Aweng huddled his hands in his sleeves, hunched his shoulders, and kept shaking his legs to keep warm.

Gu Qing turned to look at him and said, "Have all the folks moved?"

"...it's been transferred." Feng Aweng sighed and said, "It's too torturous in the cold weather. Gu's son, when will those killers you mentioned come? We can't let everyone hide in there every night.

Go up the mountain, some old people can’t stand it anymore.”

Gu Qing smiled and said: "Wait a little longer, maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow night, it will come within three days. Once this matter is resolved, everyone will be able to live a stable life."

Turning around and looking at a group of thirteen or fourteen-year-old children behind him, Gu Qing said: "If those killers come, they don't need to take action, but they have to watch carefully and see the blood before they can truly grow up."

"The old man knows that I have taught them a long time ago that a good life must be fought for with one's life. There are no people left in Shiqiao Village who are just waiting to die."

"Have all the mechanisms at the bottom of the mountain been installed?"

"It's installed. Behind the front door of your house, the thing that wants to kill people is very sharp."

Gu Qing looked at Li Bai next to him and smiled at him: "If a thief comes, I will rely on Brother Taibai for everything."

Li Bai didn't drink for the first time tonight, and said with a carefree smile: "I just found out the day before yesterday that my wise brother was actually a heroic hero. Zun Gaotang died to protect his loyalty. How can Li Taibai be willing to lag behind others in his loveliness? I would like to teach my wise brother that besides drinking and writing poems, Taibai

, his swordsmanship is also unparalleled in this world."

As he spoke, Li Bai stood proudly with his hands behind his back, exuding an unfamiliar aura of Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi.

Gu Qing nodded. In his previous life, he knew that Li Bai was not only a poet, but also a martial arts master. His swordsmanship was also famous in the Tang Dynasty. In more than a thousand poems by Li Bai passed down to later generations, the word "sword" was mentioned in them.

There are more than a hundred poems, which shows his understanding and skill of swordsmanship.

After arranging everything, Gu Qing sat alone under a locust tree on the mountainside, silently deducing his plan again.

This was Gu Qing's habit in his previous life. Before any action, he must deduce it. Whether it is a merger or acquisition of a company or a business negotiation in his previous life, or a murderous action in this life, it is very important to deduce the steps of the action in advance. It can make him calm down.

You can also discover loopholes in your plan through repeated deductions and make up for them in a timely manner.

At midnight, when the villagers were huddled in a leeward mountain col and shivering from the cold, a bright light suddenly flashed in the direction of Gu's house at the foot of the mountain. The light was very short and fleeting.

Gu Qing cheered up, stood up and said: "They are coming!"

Feng Aweng and the children behind him all looked on guard. Li Bai let out a clear whistle and galloped down the mountain like lightning.

Gu Qing signaled to Feng Aweng and followed him running down the mountain.

At the entrance of the village at the foot of the mountain, three black figures stood under a ginkgo tree. One of them had a long scar on his face. One of the other two figures had a pockmarked face, and the other had a goatee.

Standing under the tree at the entrance of the village, Scarface suddenly frowned and said softly: "That kid really lives in Shiqiao Village?"

"Yes, I found out clearly that the Gu family and his wife lived in Shiqiao Village for two years and left after giving birth to a bastard. The bastard stayed in the village. Counting the years, he should be sixteen or seventeen years old this year.

"

Scarface sighed: "Finally we can eradicate the Gu family. Back then, six or seven brothers fell into their hands. We were killed several times and had to run away. Brother He fell ill on the way to escape, and even the doctor didn't dare to find him.

I'm afraid that my whereabouts will be exposed, and I will eventually die of illness without any cure, which is a blood debt..."

There were tears in the eyes of Mazi, and he said with a ferocious expression: "I saw that bastard tonight and we must not let him die too easily. Only by cutting him into pieces can we comfort the souls of our brothers in heaven."

Goatee was more cautious. He looked at the dark village and frowned: "Why can't you hear any sound in the village?"

"You are worrying too much. It is already midnight and all the villagers are asleep. How can you hear the sound? No more words, let's go."

The three of them looked at each other and ran towards the village at the same time.

After rushing into the village, they first wanted to know where Gu Qing lived. The three people, who were experienced in robbing houses, randomly selected a house and flew in. They kicked open the door and planned to find a villager for questioning. Unexpectedly, the door was dark and there was no one in the house.

The three of them withdrew and chose another house to go in. There was still no one inside.

After searching four or five houses, no villager was found. The three of them suddenly felt that something was wrong, and had an ominous premonition in their hearts.

"Is this an abandoned village? Have the villagers fled?" Scarface murmured.

"It's impossible. I asked around in Qingcheng County. Shiqiao Village is very wealthy. It's a well-known rich village. It's impossible to escape from famine."

Scarface was hesitating whether to leave the village and wait for a few days to observe the surroundings before reasoning. Suddenly, he noticed a bright light flashing in the middle of the house in front of him, as if someone had lit an oil lamp, and then it went out immediately.
Chapter completed!