blogombal Chapter 132 The Drunkard
Chapter 132 The Drunkard
Chapter 132 The Drunkard
Linghu Chong slammed the empty bowl down on the table and poured himself another bowl.
He picked up the bowl, about to drink again, but suddenly stopped.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something was off.
He turned his head.
At the other end of the tavern, against the wall, sat a person.
The man was dressed in dark clothes, made of ordinary material and in an ordinary style; the kind of clothes you would never notice in a crowd.
But the things on the table were anything but ordinary.
Eight empty wine jars.
They were neatly stacked in a row, with the mouths of the jars facing outwards and the bottoms facing inwards, like soldiers in formation.
Linghu Chong looked around and saw three empty jars, crooked and askew.
Then look at that person, eight empty jars, all neatly arranged, not a single drop spilled.
Linghu Chong's lips twitched.
What's even more terrifying is that the man held the bowl and drank it sip by sip, his expression completely normal.
There wasn't even a hint of blush on her face.
Linghu Chong rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.
He watched for a while longer.
The man finished another bowl.
He put down the wine bowl, picked up the jar, poured the wine, held the bowl, tilted his head back, swallowed, and put it down again.
The movements were fluid and natural, neither too fast nor too slow, as if they had been repeated hundreds of times.
Linghu Chong counted, and from the time he looked over until now, the man had already drunk three bowls.
Adding to the previous eight jars...
Linghu Chong looked down at his three crooked, empty jars, then at the bowl of wine in his hand that he hadn't finished drinking, and suddenly felt a little ashamed.
You're so drunk and still complaining, while others have drunk twice as much as you and act like nothing happened.
Who is this person?
Linghu Chong's curiosity was piqued.
He picked up his half-full jar of wine, stood up, and swayed as he walked over.
He paused when he reached the man's table.
The man looked up.
Linghu Chong saw his face clearly.
He wasn't very old, just over twenty, with handsome features, but that lazy air about him made you want to have a drink with him.
The gaze swept over, neither warm nor cold, as if looking at something insignificant.
"Brother."
Linghu Chong grinned and pointed to the stool opposite him.
"Don't you get bored drinking alone?"
The man glanced at him.
Who are you?
Linghu Chong sat down opposite him and slammed the wine jar onto the table.
"Linghu Chong of the Huashan Sect."
He pointed to himself.
He then pointed to the man.
"And you?"
The man picked up the bowl and took a sip.
"Chen Yuan".
Linghu Chong nodded and picked up his wine bowl.
"Brother Chen, come on, have a drink."
He suddenly stopped halfway through his drink.
The wine bowl stopped at his lips.
His eyes slowly opened wider.
"Chen Yuan?"
He swallowed the wine in his mouth and stared at the face opposite him.
Which Chen Yuan?
The man raised an eyebrow.
"How many Chen Yuans are left?"
Linghu Chong stood there, stunned, as if something had exploded in his mind.
Chen Yuan.
Chen Yuan!
That Chen Yuan, who missed out on his talent because he was drunk!
Linghu Chong opened his mouth, pointed at Chen Yuan, his finger trembling.
"You...you're Chen Yuan? Chen Yuan from the Fuwei Escort Agency? Chen Yuan from the Liu family in Hengshan?"
Chen Yuan didn't say anything, but picked up the bowl and took another sip.
Linghu Chong stared at him for a long time, then suddenly burst out laughing.
"We know each other, we know each other very well!"
He put the wine bowl on the table, leaned forward, and his eyes shone like two lamps.
"Was that you outside the cave that night, asking us 'Do you need bodyguards?'?"
Chen Yuan thought for a moment, seemingly recalling what happened that night.
"oh."
He nodded.
"That little nun."
"Yes, yes, that's the little nun!"
Linghu Chong's eyes narrowed as he laughed.
"At the time, I thought, 'Who is this guy, asking people in the middle of the night if they need escort services? Is he crazy?'"
Chen Yuan didn't say anything, but picked up the bowl and took another sip.
Linghu Chong laughed for a while, then suddenly remembered something and pointed at Chen Yuan.
"Do you know that if you had arrived a moment later that night, Tian Boguang would have chopped me and that little nun into a sieve?"
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Chen Yuan put down the bowl.
"Chop it into a sieve?"
"It's like... being riddled with holes by a sword."
Linghu Chong gestured.
"I hid in the bushes with that little nun while Tian Boguang was slashing wildly outside, his sword almost hitting my face."
He leaned closer and lowered his voice.
"Honestly, how did you kill him? I didn't even see it."
Chen Yuan glanced at him.
"That's how they killed him."
Linghu Chong:
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This answer is the same as no answer at all.
"Alright."
Linghu Chong didn't press the matter further and picked up his wine bowl.
"Come on, let's drink! It's on me!"
Chen Yuan didn't move.
"You're treating?"
"right!"
"You still have money?"
Linghu Chong was taken aback.
He touched his chest.
He took out two coins.
One coin can buy a bowl of wine, and two coins can buy two bowls.
He looked at the money in his hand, then at the eight empty wine jars on the table.
There was a moment of silence.
"...You can use this as a pad first."
Linghu Chong took back the two coins and chuckled twice.
I'll pay you back later.
Chen Yuan remained silent.
He simply picked up his bowl and clinked it against Linghu Chong's.
"bite."
The wine bowls clinked together, making a crisp sound.
The two tilted their heads back and drank it all.
Linghu Chong wiped his mouth and began pouring wine.
bowl.
Two bowls.
Three bowls.
He drank faster and faster.
It wasn't because he was thirsty, but because he wanted to see just how much this guy could drink.
But the more he drank, the more alarmed he became.
He drank three bowls, and Chen Yuan drank three bowls, but their expressions didn't change at all.
He drank three more bowls, and Chen Yuan drank three more bowls, but there was still no change.
He finished off his half-jar, and Chen Yuan finished off the jar on the table. Then they picked up a new jar from beside their feet and slapped open the seal.
Linghu Chong stared at him.
Chen Yuan poured himself some wine, picked up the bowl, and drank.
Linghu Chong stared at his face.
His face, from his eyebrows to his eyes to his nose to his mouth, wasn't red at all. His eyes were clear, and his hands were very steady; he didn't spill a single drop of wine while pouring it.
Linghu Chong looked at himself again.
His hands were already trembling slightly.
My head started to spin.
He's been drinking for over twenty years and has never lost.
But today he felt something was off.
Just how much can this guy drink?!
The light at the doorway suddenly dimmed.
Two people walked in.
The one leading the group was in his early twenties, wearing a brocade robe and carrying a gold-inlaid and jade-embroidered knife at his waist. He walked with a swaying gait, his chin held high, and his eyes practically reaching the top of his head.
Behind him was a young man, also in his early twenties, with delicate features, but a hint of resentment in his eyes, as if he had something to vent his anger on.
The young man in the brocade robe glanced around the tavern.
His gaze swept over Linghu Chong, he frowned, then swept over Chen Yuan, paused for a moment, and then looked away.
He turned to the young man behind him and said.
"There are so many drunkards these days."
"Drinking like this, aren't you ashamed?"
The sound was quite loud; most people in the tavern could hear it.
Linghu Chong, holding his wine bowl, paused in surprise.
He looked down at himself; his clothes were wrinkled, his hair was messy, there were three empty jars in front of him, and he was holding a bowl in his hand.
Okay, he does look like an alcoholic.
He smiled, didn't take it seriously, and continued drinking.
But the young man didn't look at him.
The young man stared straight at Chen Yuan the moment he entered the room.
As he stared, his expression changed.
He was startled at first, then his eyes slowly widened.
He pushed aside the young man in the brocade robe in front of him and strode over.
"Bang!"
He slammed his hand on the table, making the wine bowls clang and spill wine, which then dripped down the edge of the table and onto his own robe.
He was completely oblivious, his eyes fixed intently on Chen Yuan.
"Chen Yuan!"
The wine bowl in Linghu Chong's hand stopped in mid-air.
He looked at the young man, whose face was flushed red, veins throbbing on his forehead, and chest heaving violently, like an enraged bull.
He looked at Chen Yuan again.
Chen Yuan remained as lazy as ever, not even lifting his eyelids.
Who is this person?
Chen Yuan slowly raised his eyelids.
"And who are you?"
The young man gritted his teeth and squeezed out each word from between them.
"Lin Pingzhi!"
Lin Pingzhi of Fuzhou Fuwei Escort Agency!
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