"Ha...it's all thanks to the poetry..."
The young master scratched his head in embarrassment.
What he said was the truth. If it weren't for the superb cooking skills of Fu Shi, which directly caught the stomachs of these two people, he would have either been castrated or died of the poison.
"Teacher Shutong!"
Fang Cihang's bandaged face was so strong that the muscles on his face were making him applaud. Apparently he didn't expect Shutong to come to their inhospitable place, so he quickly leaned over and saluted.
"Haha, it looks like you guys know each other, come in and sit down!"
"As you command!"
In fact, apart from meeting them a few times in class and hearing their names while chatting with other teachers, Shutong was not familiar with them.
Inviting them in was purely for Qingyun's sake, and it would be more lively if there were more people drinking together.
As old students, they had naturally heard of Feng Ziyu's famous name, Yan Jiu. This young man of unknown origin seemed to have beaten even the son of the sect master, so they couldn't help but carelessly bowed to him at the same time.
Long Fushi's thoughtfulness was to the extreme, and many of the cold dishes that followed were filled with raw meat.
"This is a dish I learned when I went shopping with my family master in the Shiwan Mountains. I don't know if I have understood the essence, so I asked Teacher Shutong to give me some guidance."
"Ah? Sister Fu Shi, why haven't you made such a delicious dish for me before?"
The little fox couldn't help shouting.
"Haha, come on, come on. Since everyone is seated, let's get started. This is a rare opportunity. We only have friends today, no teachers!"
After saying that, Shutong took the lead and stood up, draining a whole bowl of wine in a big gulp, which shocked everyone present.
"Come, let's toast Teacher Shutong first!"
Qingyun also stood up and said.
"It's a bowl!"
Feng Ziyu didn't think it was a big deal and corrected him.
"I told you that today we will only have friends and no teachers. Anyone who mentions the word "teacher" again will be punished three times! Come on!"
As he said this, Shutong actually finished another bowl, allowing everyone present to see the boldness of the foreign monks for the first time.
However, he was bold and generous, and Shutong's wine was excellent. Not only did he not persuade anyone of the opposite sex to drink, he also didn't have any lustful eyes on Yan Jiu, who was born in Ninghua Tower.
Even after Yan Jiu explained to Fang Cihang that he was physically unable to drink, Shutong did not feel embarrassed. Instead, he drank all the wine in the bandage man's bowl in one gulp, which moved him to tears.
It wasn't until after three rounds of drinking that everyone started using their chopsticks, led by Shutong.
This burly old man was the first to taste the raw meat specially prepared for him by Long Fushi. Unexpectedly, as soon as the meat was in his mouth, a cloud suddenly seemed to appear on Shutong's sunny face.
After the dark clouds came the drizzle, and mist slowly rose from his eyes, and then his face became filled with guilt.
"It's... it's this smell... this... it's the smell of the ancestral home! Wuwuwu~"
Alian couldn't help but take a bite, and immediately her eyes lit up, as if countless stars were shooting out.
“It’s delicious, it’s so delicious~”
This plate of raw meat was almost taken care of by Shutong and Little Fox. Even at the end of the meal, Alian almost bared her teeth with Shutong because of the last piece of meat.
"Brother Shutong, you are the senior, you should let me go!"
"Lord Saint, I have not been back to my hometown for a hundred years, you should understand my homesickness!"
Looking at this scene, Long Fushi's beautiful face couldn't help but reveal a warm smile.
As various hot dishes and stir-fries came out one by one, everyone drank more and more drinks. Although there were only two more people today than the day when they first entered school, Shutong could feed at least five people by himself.
Long Fushi was busy for a long time, and then he came to the table out of breath.
Although Shutong said that he only had friends and brothers today, not teachers and students, everyone did not dare to think so, and they all toasted to him first.
God knows if this eldest brother will remember if someone didn't give him face when he wakes up tomorrow.
Qingyun and Shutong had no connection at all, but through Alian's introduction last night, he knew that the Kuimu Lang Clan was governed by an ancestor of one of the Four Phoenixes.
Although the trial in the thirty-three realms said that life and death were determined by destiny, Feixing was now the young patriarch of the Kuimulang clan, and was already very close to Shutong. The young master still wanted to hang out in Zhijing Cave, and then I feel like I'd like to apologize.
But what pleased him was that Shutong didn't seem to care much about what happened back then, and he even vaguely praised Qingyun.
It’s just that without the suffering in the Little Secret Realm, Feixing would not have grown so fast, and it also made this kid understand that human beings are not all as small as ants, and the entire demon clan was beaten back to their ancestors in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. It’s not without reason in the court.
"I think Qinglian must have told you the story of our ancestor, right?"
Shutong wiped his mouth carelessly and smiled.
"Simply said."
Qingyun nodded. He was conservative and didn't want to start the topic by himself.
"Well, my ancestor's name is Qingchi, and she is also one of the Four Phoenixes. She advocated learning advanced spiritual knowledge from humans, so I was sent to Zhijing Cave by my grandmother Youzhu more than a hundred years ago."
"I see."
Although he was talking to Qingyun, everyone else was listening very carefully, even though they didn't know what Sifengyi was.
"I'm not showing off my life experience by telling you, but I want you to understand that the saying that there are people outside the world and there is a world outside the world does not only apply to you human monks."
Shutong's words seemed to have a meaning.
"Haha, you are lucky. It was me you met in the sect. If it were Cangyuan or several other descendants of the old Jiulong, I'm afraid your life would not be so easy."
"Qingyun understands."
Xu was living in Zhijing Cave for a long time. Shutong was very satisfied with Qingyun's humble and sincere attitude. After taking a few more sips of wine, he smiled and said:
"Also, two sisters, Shenwei and Xiange, told me some things they saw and heard yesterday. Limited to the ancestral system, we cannot tolerate the beautiful Lord Qinglian, but young men like Xiao Feixing~ You have to work harder in the future~"
As soon as these words came out, the little fox immediately blushed and called out to Brother Shutong, and then gave him a toast.
After the initial unfamiliarity, they gradually became familiar with each other, and everyone had more topics to talk about. The young master winked at Long Fushi, and Lan Xinhui immediately understood, and asked Shutong intentionally or unintentionally. :
"Brother Shutong, I heard that Hua Yumian, the daughter of senior Hua Yingguan, is about to get married. Is this true?"
"Haha, the Long family is indeed well-informed. Why, have you prepared gifts?"
Long Fushi picked up the small wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, then smiled and said:
"I heard that the little princess asked for the Green Spirit Fruit. Naturally, we in the Long family have to try our best. I wonder who is so lucky to become Senior Hua's son-in-law."
"You don't have to ask me about this. We have never heard of him, but according to rumors, he seems to be the sect master's youngest son, Feng Yuexian."
"Feng Yuexian?"
Long Fushi was still confused, but Feng Ziyu snorted disdainfully and muttered:
"A white paper fan, don't wait for Fengyue. This guy only wants to put gold on his face all day long. He obviously deserves a beating. If Hua Yumian likes him, I will write his name upside down!"
No one understood what Feng Ziyu meant. Only Shutong glanced at him in surprise, and then Long Fushi hurriedly asked:
"Ayu, is this true?"
"Well, pretty much the same."
"Young Master Yu, where did you learn about this?"
A strange color flashed in Shutong's eyes, and she tried to ask.
"secret!"
Turning the jade flute, Feng Ziyu blinked at him, fluttering his long eyelashes, and the slutty look made Qingyun feel angry.
"Well, Ayu, do you know Hua Yumian's wedding date?"
"I don't know about this, but since the last time I beat him up, that kid ran away in the name of recovering from his injuries, which made Feng Yuanjun and Hua Yingguan both embarrassed. Naturally, the wedding date Postponed.”
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.
"Run away?"
Long asked in a poem.
"It's just an escape from marriage~ Feng Yuexian and Hua Yumian grew up in the same yard, no one would be willing to marry her~"
"Hahahahaha~"
These words immediately made Qingyun burst into laughter, and everyone who saw it was confused and seemed to have silently ignored why Feng Yuexian was beaten so violently by Feng Ziyu.
"Why are you laughing? Do you still want to marry Hua Yumian?"
Feng Ziyu asked, staring at Qingyun intently.
"No...don't want to...I don't want to be beaten to death..."
Recalling the time when the little princess trained Yao Pofeng, who was almost half a body taller than her, to be more obedient than a loyal dog, the young master suddenly felt a chill and anger in the sky.
"You'd better not think about it. Don't eat from the bowl and look at the pot all day long. It's so stinky and shameless."
Feng Ziyu rolled his eyes at him softly. He looked so much like a woman that everyone had goosebumps all over their bodies.
As the atmosphere gradually heated up, Feng Ziyu seemed to be no longer limited to just whispering to Long Fushi beside him. The two of them were flirting with each other, which directly caused a fierce fight between Qingyun and him. of "conflict".
"Come on, Master Yu, I'll give you a bowl!"
"Easy to say!"
At this time, Feng Ziyu's fair face was already slightly red, but his body was not swaying yet, and he did not appear to be drunk. His drinking capacity was indeed quite good.
After draining the strong liquor from the bowl in one gulp, he curled up the corners of his mouth habitually, looking a little cynical, and then said:
"Come on, Xiao Wu, fill it up again for Brother Qingyun and me!"
"Yes, yes, Master Yu, please drink slowly!"
Poor Yingwu hasn't eaten a morsel of food since he sat down. He's even worse than Alian in the past few days. He only pours wine or hot dishes, or cleans up the piles of messes.
However, he did not complain at all, but seemed to enjoy this harmonious and happy atmosphere very much.
Qingyun and Feng Ziyu drank together, but Long Fushi pulled the little fox aside and whispered.
At first, Alian was very angry and said something to her, but when Long Fushi quietly pointed at Feng Ziyu and tapped Alian's white and tender neck, the little fox suddenly understood, and the two of them burst into laughter.
Yan Jiu took this opportunity and kept toasting Shutong, seemingly talking about her and Fang Cihang's promotion.
PS: This year goes by so fast~
