Chapter 162: Guanzhong Ending
Chapter 162: Guanzhong Ending
February 18th, the eleventh year of Tianyou.
A ray of golden sunlight passed through the sun and moon flag and landed in front of the threshold.
There were more than fifty banquet tables set up inside and outside Tianyue Tower.
"Brothers, we won't stop until we are drunk today."
Roast chicken, steamed fish, and crispy meat were served in wooden basins and brought to the table along with hundreds of jars of fine wine.
"Drink your dead eggs up to the sky, and you'll live another year without dying, hahahaha."
"Eat meat, eat meat, eat it to your heart's content."
Someone asked, "Master Cai, now that you have become the deputy head of the Dharma Protector Hall, we, the old subordinates, will no longer be nameless and lonely ghosts in the Divine Religion, right?"
"It's natural. It's natural."
Cai Zhongwen laughed out loud.
According to his position and merits, he should have sat in the Tianyue Tower like those flag owners and been among the first few to toast Zhang Yu.
However, this rough and bold man has not changed his original intention and prefers to mingle with the lower-level believers.
The atmosphere in the building is much more orderly.
The flag owners came one by one to toast Zhang Yu, and he accepted all of them and drank dozens of cups in a row.
Wang Shuen, Qi Queqiao, Zhang Yu, Su Qiqi, Qin Sihai, and the four golden-armored warriors from Chengde Hall sat down at the head of the building, toasting each other and enjoying themselves. The previous conflicts seemed to have disappeared long ago.
Qi Queqiao stood up, raised his cup, and said with a smile, "Brother Zhang, Old Qi toasts you a glass."
Zhang Yu also stood up and raised his glass, saying, "Brother Qi, please!"
Qi Queqiao poured another glass of wine and chuckled, "Brother, you have been granted a palace position, noble and powerful. After returning to the Divine Religion, you will be in a high position on the Blackwood Cliff, and I will be in Pingding City. I am afraid that it will be difficult for me to drink like today. Old Qi will toast you another glass."
Wang Shuen glanced at Qi Queqiao and sensed something strange. Qi Queqiao was only mediocre in martial arts, but in terms of observing people's words and expressions and understanding their hearts, he should have at least reached the acquired perfection realm, if not the grandmaster.
Zhang Yu drank again and said with a smile: "Brother Qi, why do you say that? You and I are brothers, we have only known each other for a short time. After returning to Pingding Prefecture, we will have more opportunities to meet each other. Are you still worried about not having the opportunity to drink together?"
Qi Queqiao poured another glass of wine.
Wang Shuen suddenly stood up, raised his glass and said, "Master Zhang, I'll toast you too."
Zhang Yu smiled calmly and said, "Thank you, Envoy Wang. Please come in."
The two men toasted each other and drank six glasses of wine.
Qi Queqiao drank the glass of wine, sat down and said nothing more.
Wang Shuen, as the summoned envoy, sat at the chief seat. He was silent at first, but after drinking a few glasses of wine, he suddenly started talking.
"Speaking of which, Qin Weibang from the south was promoted to the deputy head of the Suzaku Hall last year. I was the one who passed on the imperial edict and told him his age. He was only 24 years old."
"After he came back, several great elders said that this person was successful at a young age and would surely soar to great heights in the future."
"Who would have thought that Master Zhang, at such a young age, would have reached this point."
"It's true that the new generation replaces the old generation."
Su Qiqi's eyes moved slightly, and seeing the opportunity to interrupt, she said with a smile: "This is really a coincidence. The Deputy Hall Master Qin that Envoy Wang mentioned is actually the cousin of Deputy Incense Master Qin of our Yunyu Altar."
Qin Sihai was drinking with those golden-armored warriors. When he saw the topic suddenly turned to himself, he was confused and could only respond with "yes" repeatedly.
"Really? So there is such a connection. There are really many hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the Cloud and Rain Altar."
As Wang Shuen spoke, he glanced at the side and saw that Qi Queqiao had a blank expression on his face and was drinking by himself, so he made up his mind.
"Speaking of the Guanzhong area, the Divine Cult's number one enemy should be the Gentleman Sword Yue Buqun."
"I heard that Master Zhang fought at Feifeng Bridge and seriously injured Yue Buqun. His martial arts skills are so high that I would like to see them first hand."
Just as Su Qiqi was about to speak, Zhang Yu handed her a piece of fish and asked with a chuckle, "Will Envoy Wang teach me martial arts?"
Wang Shuen laughed loudly when he heard this: "Master Zhang, you must be joking. I'm afraid that my limited skills won't be able to withstand even a finger from you."
"However, Elder Qi is also a master of the younger generation. You two are both from the Wind and Thunder Hall and are both outstanding people of the Divine Religion. How about you show off your martial arts skills to me and the brothers of the Cloud and Rain Altar?"
Wang Shuen's words also attracted the attention of many flag owners in the hall. They had heard about how amazing Zhang Xiangzhu's martial arts were, but few had seen it with their own eyes. As a martial artist, being able to watch masters fight was a life pleasure that was no less than fine wine and food. Su Qiqi smiled and said, "Today, we are not talking about swords and fists, but only about drinking. The one who can drink a lot will win, and everyone can participate."
Wang Shuen looked at Qi Queqiao and chuckled, "Elder Qi, as the host here, Hall Master Zhang and Deputy Hall Master Su are naturally modest. They are afraid of losing face for us. Do you intend to show off a little? This will also let the brothers of the Cloud and Rain Hall know that there are martial arts masters in my Wind and Thunder Hall who are not inferior to others."
Qi Queqiao slowly stood up, holding two glasses of wine, his smile gone: "Master Zhang, I am very happy today, I will toast you another glass, you won't be ungrateful, right?"
Zhang Yu nodded slightly.
Qi Queqiao raised both his palms and made a starting gesture. His true Qi floated and the two wine glasses floated above his palms.
"The wind is strong and the fire is strong!"
His cheeks suddenly turned red, and the wine in the cup began to boil, emitting wisps of hot steam. After a few breaths, the porcelain cup also gradually turned red, as if it had been burned by fire.
Seeing this, Su Qiqi couldn't help but asked in surprise: "It's actually a different kind of true qi?"
The alien true qi is extremely powerful, but it is extremely difficult to cultivate. Only those with great willpower can do it.
"Master Zhang, be careful!"
Qi Queqiao smiled and pushed his palms towards the opposite side. Two wine glasses shot towards the other side of the table with a sound of breaking through the air.
"Well done!"
Zhang Yu raised his hands, circulated the Beiming Qi, and grabbed the two wine glasses into his palms with a sizzling sound, like a piece of burning charcoal thrown into a pond, the temperature dropped rapidly.
Due to the alternating heat and cold, spider-web cracks appeared on the cups, and it seemed that the two cups of wine were no longer drinkable.
Qi Queqiao sneered and said, "Master Zhang, please be careful not to spill the toast."
Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Brother Qi is toasting, so naturally not a drop can be spilled."
Surprisingly, the two wine glasses cracked but did not break apart.
When the flag owners of the Yunyu Altar saw this, they could not help but admire him and cheered.
Wang Shuen also smiled and nodded, showing an admiring expression: "Good martial arts!"
Qi Queqiao's face darkened.
Zhang Yu raised his hand slightly, and one of the glasses of wine fell in front of Qi Queqiao.
He chuckled and said, "I'll do it first, Brother Qi, please do as you please."
Qi Queqiao picked up the glass of wine, only to find that the inside and outside of the glass were covered with a very thin layer of ice. No wonder the glass was cracked but not scattered. After drinking the wine, he was about to put it down when the glass instantly turned into broken porcelain particles and fell down.
He held empty hands, feeling extremely embarrassed.
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In front of the Shiping Moon Cave, the figure was practicing footwork on the pole. After Hua Jian left, she finally learned how to slow down. Zhang Yu came over with a wine pot, stood outside the plum blossom pole formation, watched from afar, and drank by himself.
Yue Jian came over, bowed and said, "Sir."
Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Would you like to go with me to the Central Plains to have a look?"
Yue Jian asked: "Is this an order?"
Zhang Yu was slightly stunned: "No."
Yue Jian shook his head and said, "I'm staying here, waiting for her to come back. I don't want to go anywhere."
"Ok."
Zhang Yu did not force it. He took out the booklet from his arms and handed it to Yue Jian.
This is how he marked the essence, key points, luck techniques, and footwork secrets of Feiyun Magical Art.
He nodded gently and said, "The wind is blowing in the Central Plains, but Guanzhong is a little calmer. You can wait here for Hua Jian to come back."
Yue Jian stared at Zhang Yu's receding back, then leapt back onto the plum blossom pile. With a cold light flashing, his sword moves and footwork were in harmony, giving off a faint aura of flowing water.
(End of this chapter)