Chapter 28

"Linglong, you drink at such a young age, does Mr. Lu know?" Zhang Chuyi looked at Lu Linglong, who was slightly drunk, with a smile, and poured a cup of soy milk into the cup.

Originally, he planned to let Lu Linglong drink soy milk and drink beer herself, but Lu Linglong misunderstood, pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "Brother Chu Yi, all my girls drink beer, why do you still drink soy milk, no, no, At least change to beer."

"You do look like a big sister." Zhang Chuyi scanned the table and found no beer. He only saw an unopened bottle of Maotai.

Zhang Chuyi reached out and unscrewed the lid of Moutai, then poured a full cup.

"Brother Chu Yi, are you here for Bai?" Lu Linglong's eyes widened, and the friends at the next table were also stunned.

For young people who are full of enthusiasm, drinking beer at a banquet is a way to reflect their bold personality, and it can also quickly promote feelings between each other.

And the beer is not strong, except for some people with special physiques, both men and women can drink two or three bottles.

But liquor is different. Not only does it have a strong taste, but it can also be drunk in two or three glasses. It is certainly not something that young people like them can withstand.

"Little uncle, do you drink?" Zhang Chuyi poured a full glass and turned to look at Zhang Lingyu.

Zhang Lingyu quickly waved his hand: "Poverty is not good at drinking, so let's just drink soy milk."

"Linglong, I don't drink too much. This is a toast to you. I'll toast. You can do whatever you want."

After Zhang Chuyi finished speaking, he raised his head and swallowed Feitian Maotai like drinking boiled water.

A strong intention burned along the esophagus into the stomach, Zhang Chuyi felt his whole body warmed up, and Chunyang's heart fire became much stronger.

Lu Linglong didn't talk nonsense, she drank the beer in her glass in one gulp, and then took a drink break in a rather shameless way.

Zhang Chuyi laughed: "Are you drunk? If you are drunk, you will be the same as Lingyu, and you will be replaced with soy milk."

"No need." Lu Linglong raised her hand and shook it, "Let me take it easy, come back soon."

"Linglong, let me help you!" Hidden Dragon stood out and filled his cup with Maotai.

"The hero saves the beauty, right?" Zhang Chuyi raised his cup and drained it in one gulp again, "It's still the same sentence, I'll toast, you can do whatever you want."

Canglong didn't hear such words, and imitated Zhang Chuyi's appearance and also toasted his head.

But he was only half drunk before he had to put the glass on the table and cover his mouth desperately.

"The trash can is over there." Zhang Chuyi thoughtfully pointed him in the direction.

But Hidden Dragon is really a man, even though his face was flushed and tears flowed from the choking, he actually suppressed the half cup of Moutai.

But even if it is only half a cup, it has already made him unable to fight anymore.

However, Linglong's side has a lot of people, and seeing that two generals were defeated at once, they came over very loyally and wanted to start a wheel war with Zhang Chuyi.

And Zhang Chuyi was also unafraid, whoever came was a glass of white wine.

After going around like this, Linglong and her little friends were all drunk by Zhang Chuyi to the toilet and vomited.

As I said before, Zhang Chuyi doesn't like smoking, but he still drinks well.

In the previous life in the martial arts school, who among the brothers didn't have any injuries?
I can't suppress it with bone-damaging medicine alone, so I can only smoke and drink, and the amount is very large.

Of course, Zhang Chuyi seldom touched alcohol after his rebirth, but who made these young people make him a little bit better, so he indulged a little bit, but it's a pity that he doesn't drink very well.

And all this was seen by the big guys at the next table.

Watching the children toasting and drinking, the old people also remembered the pride they had when they were young, and their eyes were full of memories.

"It's good to be young." I don't know who said this, which opened up everyone's chatterbox, and attracted a group of old men to open their hearts and talk about the glorious years in the past.

The baijiu still had a lot of stamina. Although Lu Linglong and the others vomited up their lunch, they still went back to their room feeling dizzy and wanted to sleep.

When they were called up to eat dinner, everyone had a headache and grimaced.

In the evening, no one dared to come to toast Zhang Chuyi anymore, and the drink was replaced by soy milk.

The birthday banquet was spent with laughter and laughter, but no one left after the end, because the main action will start tomorrow.

The guests were all unrestrained heroes, and the wine they drank at the banquet was weighed by the catty. After entering the residence, they snored bursts of noise, which made the whole building feel like the Ministry of Thunder in the Heavenly Court.

Fortunately, Zhang Chuyi's meditation skills are quite good, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to sleep in this environment.

The next day, the weather was beautiful and the sun was shining brightly.

Strangers from all over the world gathered in the Martial arts arena, and the bosses sat on stools, standing beside the proud juniors they brought.

Seeing that people were almost here, a middle-aged man walked out from the Lu family, and said in a loud voice: "The gathering of the world's heroes today really makes my Lu family flourish. A jackpot?"

No one responded, it seems that everyone is still on the sidelines.

But soon, an impatient young man came to the center of the martial arts arena, clasped his fists at Shi Lao, and shouted angrily: "Qiuzhenhui, Ma Shan, who will fight with me?"

"I'll go meet him." On Lu Linglong's side, a man wearing a light blue gown and an unconventional hairstyle that covered half of his face stood up, patted his palms with a fan in his hand, and then walked towards Ma Shan.

"Good job Xiao Xiao, we must defeat him!" All the partners immediately cheered for him.

"Deyun Society, Xiao Xiao." Xiao Xiao cupped his fists at Ma Shan.

"Deyun Society? Among the four generations of Yunhe Jiuxiao, how is your strength?" Ma Shan's face was full of flesh, and he smiled fiercely.

"It's just a countdown." Xiao Xiao said calmly, shaking his fan lightly.

"Interesting." Ma Shan clasped his fists in salute, but his right hand was the palm on the top, and his left hand was the fist on the bottom.

"Why are you still doing a murderous ceremony!" Lu Linglong and a group of friends immediately became unhappy.

Warriors clasped their fists together, left palm and right fist are good manners, which means to learn martial arts, so stop.

On the contrary, it is a fierce ritual, which means that this contest is not only about the superior, but also life and death!

"Don't get excited yet." Zhang Chuyi comforted with a smile, "Ma Shan's hug may not be a fierce gift, just look at his posture."

Lu Linglong and others took a closer look and found that Ma Shan was squatting sideways, with his right arm in line with his shoulder, his fist guarding his chin, and his left hand bent over his heart.

"This posture..." Lu Linglong practiced inner alchemy in Baiyun Temple all the year round, so she didn't have much experience with martial arts. She only felt that this posture was very familiar, but she couldn't tell which martial arts it was for a while.

"That's the Liangyi Zhuang of Bajiquan." Zhuge Qing came behind everyone at some point and said with a smile: "The etiquette of Bajiquan is just opposite to other martial arts. The left fist and right palm are good, so Mashan's There’s nothing wrong with holding your fist.”

(End of this chapter)

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