In addition to normal classes in Jiangyun Cave on weekdays, the alchemists of the two palaces, especially talented alchemists like Shutong, are not something you can just expect to see.
Only a pair of eyes and a mouth were exposed on the face of the bandaged man, and there was not much emotion visible. Although Yan Jiu kept drinking, the sadness on his face became more and more solemn.
However, as Shutong's hearty laughter spread, he patted the two of them on the shoulders, seemingly to comfort or warn. This finally made Yan Jiu's charming face burst into a smile, and he and Fang Cihang clasped their fists at him. salute.
"I write a poem on this bowl to thank her for taking such good care of me."
It was said that he was composing a poem in honor of the dragon, but Qingyun stared at Feng Ziyu fiercely and drank it all in one gulp.
"I will also compose a poem about this bowl to comfort the pain of missing each other for many years."
Feng Ziyu retorted equally unceremoniously. After speaking, he did not forget to smile tenderly at Long Fushi, showing his beautiful white teeth.
"I miss your sister!"
Qingyun kept scolding in his heart.
"In this bowl, write a poem to protect me!"
"In this bowl, please compose a poem and teach me how to play the flute!"
"With this bowl, I will compose a poem to give me my place in school!"
"This bowl, a poem to commemorate and a wonderful companionship that I will never forget!"
The two of them drank more than ten bowls in the name of Long Fu's poems. No matter how much they drank, they were already swaying from side to side, and the drunken state was beginning to appear.
As for Long Fu Shi, his cheeks turned red after they talked about it. He held Alian's hand tightly, feeling excited and overwhelmed with emotion.
"Hey...this...isn't this the Wonderful Sound Stove?"
After drinking, Feng Ziyu wandered to the fire gathering array, burped and asked.
"Hey, you kid...you have good eyesight. This...this is the handwriting of the famous...Feng Yuqian...senior."
The young master found Feng Ziyu very distasteful, but now he was 70 to 80% drunk and couldn't help but show off.
"Hiccup... Of course I can tell that this is my father's handiwork. The old boy likes to give things to people when he has nothing to do. He said, where did you get this wonderful sound from the cauldron?"
"Hmph, give it back to your father, your grandfather...ahem...young master...I got it from the Xuanji Pavilion in Bailian City!"
"Oh~ I remember, that old guy Fan Tingji..."
"Hey! It's time to call him Mr. Fan. Even if the person's cultivation level is not high...his age...you have to respect him."
While the two were chatting over wine, they didn't realize that everyone on the table had put down their chopsticks and cups, and stared at Feng Ziyu with wide eyes.
However, Young Master Yu disdainfully patted Qingyun's treasured Miaoyin stove, stretched out his hand, and signaled Yingwu to continue pouring wine, and said teasingly:
"Return... return it to Mr. Fan. He's just a good flatterer. Look... look at your virtue... I don't know... what it is about you that composes poetry..."
"Feng...Yu Shao...you..."
"Stop talking nonsense...please pour me some wine!"
Unknowingly, Yingwu's hands that came to Feng Ziyu began to shake, and Qingyun was also angry in his heart and retorted:
"Is it possible that I have fallen in love with a sissy like you?"
"You are the sissy!"
Feng Ziyu also changed his color suddenly.
"Look at your red lips and white teeth. You don't even have an Adam's apple on your neck..."
As the young man was talking, he suddenly felt his sleeves being pulled. When he looked back, it turned out that it was Long Fushi who was pulling him with an angry look on his face.
"Write poems and don't make trouble."
Qingyun's face turned red, he was obviously too drunk after playing with Feng Ziyu.
"Yes, Fu Shi, don't stop him! Look at his frail body, not much stronger than Xiao Wu, and his cultivation is also pitifully weak. How will he protect you in the future! Hiccup~"
"Damn it, are you the only one who can do it? Aren't you at the same level as me?"
"Almost? With your eyesight like this, tsk tsk, you can't see it even if you isolate the breath?"
As he spoke, Feng Ziyu's consciousness suddenly dispersed, and a powerful aura suddenly rose into the sky, directly knocking the young master back several steps!
"Concentration Realm!"
Being so aroused, Qingyun suddenly sobered up a lot, secretly thinking that this sissy indeed has a hidden treasure in her body!
Looking at the look of shock on the young master's face, Feng Ziyu burst out laughing. He didn't care about fighting for the wine, and just raised his head to drink. It was obvious that he was also drunk.
Even Shu Tong, who was also a strong person in the Concentration Realm, was also shocked, because he also failed to see that this identity of Young Master Yu was as vivid as the paper, and he actually had a cultivation level that was not weaker than his own!
"Ayu, stop drinking! You...you drank too much!"
Seeing that the situation was gradually developing in an uncontrollable direction, Long Fushi quickly persuaded him softly.
"My sister drinks too much! She writes poems. We have been friends for many years. I can't let you just find someone to marry for life. You don't know! Not only does this kid know nothing about alchemy, he also has the nerve to talk nonsense in Mr. Fei's class. After class, If I hadn't saved him from the siege, with Pan Long's background, he would have packed up and left now!"
Feng Ziyu's words immediately made Qingyun speechless. It wasn't because he was drunk and stuttered, but what the other party said seemed to be true.
"Look at him. You are not satisfied with him. There is a banshee hiding in the house. Is this ridiculous? And why should you share him as a man with other women?"
"Feng Ziyu you!"
Qingyun is angry.
"Write a poem! If it weren't for your sake, I would have beaten him until he turned into a pig's head like Feng Yuexian!"
"Okay, okay, Ayu, stop talking, I know you have good intentions, I know it well!"
The more gentle and comforting Long Fu's poems were, the more angry Feng Ziyu felt, and even more so Qingyun!
"Write a poem! Come here!"
Seeing Long Fushi actually taking a hot towel to sober up Feng Ziyu, and caressing his chest with her delicate hands, Qingyun felt that her lungs were about to explode, and her brain was so hot that she pulled her back into his arms. In the middle, he said angrily:
"My woman, you don't have to worry about it like a sissy!"
"Hey, drunkenness makes people cowardly? How about we make some gestures without using spiritual power? As long as you can take my palm, I promise that in the future..."
Before Feng Ziyu finished speaking, the young master interrupted directly:
"I promise you'll regret it!"
Anger surged up, Qingyun exuded a faint evil spirit, and then pushed Long Fushi into Ah Lian's side.
"Ayu..."
"Don't worry about writing poems, I will be merciful, little genius, are you ready?"
"Oh my God, your sister is so talented!"
This time, Qingyun finally cursed angrily.
"Begging for a beating!"
With a scolding, Feng Ziyu's voice no longer seemed to be so deliberately low, but became softer. He rotated his wrist, pulling out a beautiful white mist like a steaming cloud.
"Your name is Qingyun, just give me a 'Cloud-Piercing Palm' and let me see what the man who writes poetry is capable of!"
The palm of a monk in the Concentration Realm is not a cover. Although Feng Ziyu's palm was not fast, the atmosphere created by the bursts of white mist made people want to indulge in it involuntarily, and even gave rise to a feeling of being irresistible.
"Change the rain and turn the clouds!"
boom!
There was a violent explosion sound when the two palms met. Shutong's eyes were quick and his hands were quick. With a flick of his finger, he instantly laid down a layer of barriers that could separate the palms. Only then did a large table of dishes survive.
When the white mist dissipated, everyone was surprised to find that although both of them remained motionless, Feng Ziyu looked horrified, while Qingyun first shook his head expressionlessly, and then smiled evilly.
"What a strong body!"
Although they did not use their spiritual power on each other, this simple and unpretentious confrontation really appealed to Shutong, who was born in the demon clan, and made him excited and admired loudly.
"No...you are only in the Yuan Hua realm...how can you..."
At this time, Feng Ziyu even forgot to withdraw his palm and kept muttering in his mouth. He didn't know whether it was because he drank too much or because his blood was rising. His whole handsome face and originally fair neck were now red.
"You are not the first Concentration Realm monk I have fought against!"
Qingyun's appearance has not changed, but his temperament has begun to become a little evil. After being shocked, Feng Ziyu turned his wrist again, obviously not admitting defeat.
"You brat, use my move 'Split Clouds and Pierce Stones' again!"
The clouds and mist that originally surrounded Feng Ziyu's slender hand instantly converged into his palm, and then pure white light flashed, and he struck out with another palm carrying the power of wind and thunder!
The evil Qingyun still stood like a pine tree, despite Feng Ziyu's attack, but the ending of their collision once again deeply shocked everyone!
Boom~
Although the stone slab under Qingyun's feet was shattered inch by inch, he was still as steady as a mountain. On the other hand, Feng Ziyu seemed to want to exert more force, but he could not move the young man even half an inch no matter what.
In fact, Feng Ziyu had gradually used his spiritual power at this time, but he was too drunk and didn't know it clearly. However, Qingyun still relied on his immortal true spirit body to receive his palm again.
This move splits clouds and penetrates rocks, and the wind in the palm contains the power of Gengjin, and even carries a bit of killing ferocity, but the evil energy in Qingyun's body is overwhelming, how can he care about this little aura?
"More than enough bells and whistles, not enough power, so embarrassing to use!"
Blood light flashed across his eyes quietly, Qingyun said coldly, and then his arms shook, and Feng Ziyu, who was in the concentration state, was knocked back several steps!
At this time, Shutong, who was afraid that the two of them would get into a real fight, quickly took a step forward and stopped Feng Ziyu, who was much shorter than him.
Perhaps Qingyun's palm force was too strong, causing Feng Ziyu's originally neat bun to burst suddenly. Her short and medium hair just reached her shoulders, and her rosy cheeks made her look like a complete beauty!
"Uuuuuuuuah...Dad, he bullied me!"
His blood surged, and alcohol finally defeated his reason. Feng Ziyu turned around and gave Shutong a big bear hug, and burst into tears at the same time.
And her voice became extremely soft, and now anyone could tell that Feng Ziyu was actually a slim girl disguised as a man!
"This... this, this, this... Young Master Yu... I'm not your father!"
"You are not my father, who are you? My father is Feng Yuqian...the master of Linglong Pavilion..."
Feng Ziyu, who was blinded by Qingyun, started to drink like crazy. He hugged Shutong and called his father. Qingyun was dumbfounded.
"Hey, Qingyun, you are usually quite smart, why are you so confused today!"
Long Fushi gave Qingyun a hard look, and then hurried to comfort Feng Ziyu, who was crying.
But this Gu Liang actually identified the tall and mighty Shu Tong as her father and refused to let go. How could the slender Long Fu Shi pull Feng Ziyu away from the Concentrated Soul Realm?
