Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Qin Han bowed to the burly man with a bushy beard and laughed heartily at the person in the carriage, "Thank you, my friend."

He then dismounted and patted the horse's rump. The horse, quite intelligent, obediently followed the carriage to the side.

Qin Han shook off the snow from his clothes, bent down, and crawled into the carriage that the bearded man had opened.

The burly man with a thick beard behind him saw him go in, closed the carriage door for him, jumped back onto the carriage shaft, flicked the reins, and shouted "Giddy up..."

As soon as you enter the carriage, a warm feeling washes over you.

The carriage looked very large from the outside, and the interior space was indeed spacious enough to comfortably seat four or five people, let alone two.

Two delicate little lanterns hung from the four corners of the carriage roof, swaying gently with the bumps of the carriage, emitting a soft glow that made the small space quite cozy.

The bottom of the carriage was covered with a thick layer of mink fur, the fur was shiny and it was obviously top quality. In the soft light, a man was sitting cross-legged on the back of the carriage. In front of him was a small table with several pots of wine warming on it, and steam was rising from the spouts of the pots.

Qin Han's gaze immediately fell on a man.

This is a very special man.

The man didn't look young; the corners of his eyes and brows showed the marks of time. But he was very handsome, not with the youthful vigor of youth, but with a mellow and steady handsomeness that came with the passage of time.

Especially his signature long, slightly wavy hair, combined with his unique aura, makes it clear to anyone who sees him that he is a handsome man with a story to tell.

The man also sized up Qin Han, who had just entered, a clear look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Perhaps it was the surprise at Qin Han's overly youthful appearance, which was slightly inferior to that of Tomato's readers...

Or perhaps it was because he could see at a glance that Qin Han was so young yet so skilled, having reached the pinnacle at such a young age, how could he not be surprised?

"Please sit down."

The man smiled slightly, pointed to the seat opposite him, and said in a very gentle voice, "If you want to be my friend, you must be able to drink. Come on..."

As he spoke, he reached for the wine pot on the table, intending to pour Qin Han a cup, but before he could finish speaking, his expression changed slightly, and he covered his mouth and coughed.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

His cough caused a sickly flush to rise on his already pale face, but he seemed to have long been accustomed to this torment.

He skillfully picked up the wine glass on the table, tilted his head back, and drank the strong liquor in one gulp. The liquor went down his throat as if it were a good medicine to stop his cough.

After a long while, he exhaled a breath of hot air reeking of alcohol, glanced apologetically at Qin Han, and said with a wry smile, "It's an old problem of mine. I'm sorry to have made you laugh, young man."

Qin Han sat opposite him with a smile, seemingly unconcerned, but his heart was far from at peace.

From the moment he entered, he recognized the man: his signature curly hair, his melancholy eyes, his unique aura, and now his image as an alcoholic and frail man.

A traveler returns home on a snowy night; strong liquor warms his heart...

Isn't this exactly the scene Li Xunhuan encountered when he returned to the Central Plains for the first time after living in seclusion outside the Great Wall for ten years?

Li Xunhuan, also known as Li Tanhua!

In his previous life, he was hailed by many readers as a legendary figure who said, "Don't be like Li Xunhuan in life, but befriend Li Xunhuan in all things!"

The burly, bearded man driving the carriage outside was, without a doubt, Tie Chuanjia, who was utterly loyal to the Li family.

Qin Han was secretly astonished.

Who would have thought that I, with my terrible sense of direction, would actually run into Li Xunhuan, who had just returned to the Central Plains from beyond the Great Wall!

At this time, Li Xunhuan should have given away all his wealth and lived in seclusion outside the Great Wall for ten years. Now, carrying a heart full of wounds and longing for his old friends, he is stepping back into this place of turmoil.

He couldn't help but wonder to himself: Could it be that his luck with women has improved since he left the mountain, and he has a gentle and lovely confidante like Cheng Ying, so his "luck" has also improved?

Is this the good luck that comes with the enhanced fortune sharing feature?

How could getting lost lead to bumping into a legendary figure of this caliber?

In the original Gu Long martial arts stories, being able to ride and drink with Li Xunhuan was an absolute dream come true for countless people.

The saying from my past life, "Don't be like Li Xunhuan in life, but befriend Li Xunhuan in your friendships," isn't entirely a joke.

Although this person lived a painful and complicated life, he was truly devoted to his friends.

They are incredibly loyal and devoted to their friends, willing to go to great lengths for them, even giving away houses, money, and their cousins...

How can you not want to be friends with someone like that?!

Looking at the man before me, who, though down on his luck and sickly, still possessed a unique charisma that was hard to conceal, I couldn't help but feel a sense of respect. Since we had met, it must be fate.

"It was I who bothered my friend, so why would I mind? It's my honor to have a drink with you."

Qin Han generously picked up another empty wine glass from the table, ready to receive the wine.

Seeing his generosity, Li Xunhuan's eyes flashed with admiration. He picked up the wine pot and filled it with wine for him. The wine was amber in color, clear and bright, and was a strong liquor from outside Guanzhong.

"Please." Li Xunhuan raised his glass in a gesture of respect.

Thank you.

Seeing this legendary figure pour him wine, Qin Han couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. He imitated Li Xunhuan's earlier actions, tilting his head back and drinking it all in one gulp.

"Cough...cough cough cough..."

The moment the wine entered his mouth, Qin Han's eyes widened!

Which bastard said there was no strong liquor in ancient times?!

This is fucking... Gan!

The scalding, spicy liquid burned down his throat and into his stomach, causing a fiery, stinging sensation that nearly made him choke and spit it out.

Although Qin Han was a drinker and had drunk quite a bit of baijiu in modern times, the strength and taste of this ancient liquor from beyond the Great Wall were far beyond his expectations.

Seeing Qin Han's somewhat disheveled appearance, a genuine smile appeared in Li Xunhuan's melancholy eyes.

"This is strong liquor from beyond the Great Wall, it's a bit more potent," Li Xunhuan put down his wine cup, poured himself another, and stared at the cup with a slightly hazy gaze, as if recalling the long ten years he spent beyond the Great Wall through this wine. "At first, you won't be used to this liquor; it's spicy and cuts your throat, hard to swallow. But if you drink it for a long time and get used to it, you'll feel that there is no liquor in the world more enjoyable than this."

He then downed the wine in his glass again, as if he were drinking not strong liquor, but the bitterness and helplessness of his entire life.

"Isn't this wine just like life? It's a little bitter, a little astringent, a little expectant, curious, and full of the beautiful things you imagine. But when you first taste it, it's hard to swallow. But if you drink it for a long time, you'll be able to appreciate some of its flavors."

Qin Han had just recovered when he heard Li Xunhuan discussing the philosophy of life and wine, realizing that this man was indeed quite sentimental.