"Linglong, you have been drinking since you were young. Does Mr. Lu know?" Zhang Chuyi looked at the drunk Lu Linglong with a smile and poured a cup of soy milk into the cup.
Originally, he planned to let Lu Linglong drink soy milk and himself drink beer. Who knew that Lu Linglong misunderstood and pursed her lips and said dissatisfied: "Brother Chu Yi, a girl like me drinks beer, why do you still drink soy milk? No, no, no, At least I need to change my 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 opened the lid of Moutai, then poured a full cup.
"Brother Chu Yi, are you here for free?" Lu Linglong's eyes widened, and the friends at the table next to her were also shocked.
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 very 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.
"Uncle Junior, are you drinking?" Zhang Chuyi poured a full glass and turned to look at Zhang Lingyu.
Zhang Lingyu waved her hand quickly: "I'm not good at drinking, so I'd better drink soy milk."
"Linglong, I have an average drinking capacity. I'd like to toast you with this drink. 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 passion burned along his esophagus and into his stomach. Zhang Chuyi felt that his whole body was warming up, and Chunyang's inner fire became much stronger.
Lu Linglong didn't waste any time, drank all the beer in the glass, and then drank in a very shameless manner.
Zhang Chuyi laughed: "Are you drunk? When you are drunk, just like Master Lingyu, switch to soy milk."
"No need." Lu Linglong raised her palm and shook it, "Let me take it slow and come back right away."
"Linglong, let me help you!" Hidden Dragon stood out and filled his cup with Maotai.
"A hero saves a beauty, right?" Zhang Chuyi raised the cup and drained it in one gulp, "As I said, I'll drink to you, you can do whatever you want."
Hearing this, Zanglong imitated Zhang Chuyi and raised his head.
But after only drinking half of it, he had to put the cup on the table and cover his mouth desperately.
"The trash can is over there." Zhang Chuyi pointed him in the direction thoughtfully.
But Hidden Dragon is really a man. Even though he was choked and his face was red and tears were streaming down his face, he still managed to drink down the half cup of Maotai.
But even if it was only half a cup, he was already unable to fight anymore.
However, Linglong's side had a large number of people. Seeing that two generals were defeated at once, they came over very loyally and wanted to start a wheel battle with Zhang Chuyi.
And Zhang Chuyi is also unafraid, everyone comes with a glass of white wine.
After a round like this, Linglong and her friends were all drunk by Zhang Chuyi and vomited in the toilet.
As I said before, Zhang Chuyi doesn't like smoking, but he still has a good drinking capacity.
In the previous life in the martial arts school, who among the brothers didn't have any injuries?
I couldn't suppress it with just injections, so I had to smoke and drink, and the amount was very large.
Of course, Zhang Chuyi seldom drank alcohol after his rebirth, but who could let these young people get a little drunk on him, so he indulged a little bit, but it was a pity that he didn't drink often.
And all this was seen by the big guys at the next table.
Looking at the children raising their glasses and drinking swigs, the old people also remembered the pride they had when they were young and scolded Fang Qiu, and their eyes were filled with memories.
"It's good to be young." I don't know who said this, which opened up everyone's conversation, causing many old men to open their hearts and talk about the prosperous years in the past.
The liquor still had a strong stamina. Although Lu Linglong and others vomited everything they had eaten for lunch, they still returned to the room feeling dizzy and wanted to sleep.
When they were called up to have 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 in joy and laughter, but no one left after it was over, because the main show will only start tomorrow.
The guests were all undisciplined good men, and the amount of wine they drank at the banquet was measured by the pound. Soon after they entered the residence, they started snoring loudly, making the whole building sound like a thunder department in heaven.
Fortunately, Zhang Chuyi's meditation skills are quite good, otherwise he would really not be able to sleep in this environment.
The next day, the weather was good and the sun was shining brightly.
Strangers from all over the world gathered in the martial arts arena. The big guys were sitting on stools, with their proud juniors standing next to them.
It was almost time to see the crowd, and a middle-aged man walked out of the Lu family and said loudly: "Today all the talented people from all over the world gather together, it really makes the Lu family proud. I don't know if there are any talents who want to show their talents in front of the elders. A jackpot?"
No one answered, it seemed that everyone was still in a wait-and-see mode.
But soon, an impetuous and strong young man walked to the center of the martial arts field, hugged his fists towards the ten men, and shouted angrily: "Qingzhenhui, Mashan, who will come to 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 To Mashan.
"Well done Xiao Xiao, we must defeat him!" All his friends immediately cheered for him.
"Deyun Society, Xiao Xiao." Xiao Xiao hugged his fists towards Mashan.
"Deyun Society? Among the four generations of Yunhe Jiuxiao, how strong are you?" Ma Shan's face was filled with anger and he smiled fiercely.
"It's just a countdown." Xiao Xiao shook his fan gently and said calmly.
"Interesting." Mashan cupped his fists and saluted, but his right hand was a palm at the top and his left hand was a fist at the bottom.
"Why are you still making a murderous gesture!" Lu Linglong and a group of friends immediately became unhappy.
It is a good etiquette for warriors to clasp their fists with their left palms and right fists, which means to compete with each other in martial arts.
On the contrary, it is a fierce ceremony, which means that this competition is not only about superiority and inferiority, but also about life and death!
"Don't get excited yet." Zhang Chuyi comforted him with a smile, "Ma Shan's hug may not necessarily be a vicious gesture. 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 has been practicing inner alchemy in Baiyunguan for many years and has not had much contact with martial arts. She only thinks that this posture is very familiar, but for a while, she can't tell which martial arts it is.
"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.”
