"Administrator Yuan, this Zhu Yu is my classmate in junior high school. You should have a few more drinks." Yamada took a step forward and said.
Yamada just looked at Zhu Houzhao who had drunk a lot of high-strength wine and seemed a little drunk. It is said that this Yuan Youji is a fake wine jar, so he secretly asked Yuan Jiuwen to drink some more with you. Horse urine, you, Zhu Yu, have to be so drunk that you don't know the world. It's better to be so drunk that the yellow liquid is splashed in your pants, lying under the table like a dead pig, and making a fool of yourself in public, so that you can relieve the hatred in my heart.
Unexpectedly, what he heard was: "Yamada-kun, you didn't tell me earlier that this Zhu Yu is your classmate. Come on, come on, punish yourself with three drinks first."
Yuan Youji said and poured a glass of wine for Yamada. Just as Yamada was about to say something, Oshima looked at him and Yamada swallowed his words. He stared at Zhu Houzhao with resentment and suddenly smiled, "Okay, okay, I deserve to be punished, I deserve to be punished." He said and drank it all in one gulp.
Yuan Youji secretly nodded. On the surface, he was close to the Fusang people, but secretly, he would never let anyone use him as a gunman.
After all, the Fusang people are foreign robbers. Now they can use whatever is useful to them. If one day they are no longer of use, they must not be kicked far away by others.
"If you have a gun, you are a grass-headed king, if you have milk, you are a mother, and a good man will not suffer the consequences of the moment." This is the creed upheld by contemporary warlords. Besides, Zhu Yu is said to have the martial arts cultivation of two hoes, and he belongs to the person he likes. I won over myself first.
Thinking of this, Yuan Youxiao felt a little proud. He was worthy of having studied in a private school for a month. He was able to see far-sighted and had great eyesight. He was so discerning!
In fact, Yuan Youxi may have underestimated Zhu Houzhao. Who was Zhu Houzhao? In his previous life, the majestic Emperor Zhengde of the Ming Dynasty had not seen any scenes. No matter it was a big scene or a small scene; How could the cat's tricks be hidden from his fiery eyes?
As a master of martial arts in this life, he has changed his focus from his previous life on the big level of practicing martial arts to the extreme and destroying the Tartars in a chat and laughter.
Is such a height beyond the reach of a small Yuan Youxie or Da Dao? To put it simply, would a giant dragon be as capable as an ant?
Zhu Houzhao was just happy to see these clowns jumping around here. Isn't it interesting?
Yamada was a little puzzled and unhappy with Yuan Youyi's behavior, but he was also a smart man. He thought about whether a man should be able to bend and stretch, so he endured it for the sake of the Fuso Kingdom's career.
When Yuan Youshi saw Yamada finish drinking, he asked Oshima Xiongji to come over and have three drinks with Zhu Houzhao, then he had one drink with Zhu Houzhao, and finally said with a smile on his face: "Okay, brother Zhu Yu, you continue to drink, Oshima, Yamada and I will go somewhere else, and everyone must have a good drink at night."
Zhu Houzhao nodded.
After Yuan Youji and his group left, Chang Yuchun asked curiously, "Boss, you are so awesome. Even the big warlords call you brothers?"
"People want to call me that, maybe because they want something from me, and I have no choice." Zhu Houzhao shrugged and smiled.
"Tch, a big warlord wants people, guns, money, and power and position. He wants a poor and cowardly student like you. I'm afraid you have too much imagination. Alright?"
"Okay, let's stop talking. It's boring to talk about that." Zhu Houzhao said, burped, picked up a chopstick of vegetables, and stuffed it directly into Chang Yuchun's mouth, "Eat more vegetables and talk less, no one will I sold you like a mute.”
Chang Yuchun is helpless.
After eating and drinking here, it was already past twelve o'clock in the evening. Oshima Kumaji saw that everyone had almost eaten and drank, so he announced that the cocktail party was over.
Oshima Kumaji and Yamada stood at the exit to greet everyone and shook hands with everyone to say goodbye. Oshima Kumaji said at the same time: "Everyone also has a gift. Find the waiter at the bar downstairs to collect it."
There was eating and taking, which immediately caused everyone's hearts to tremble, and cheers came and went.
Zhu Houzhao, on the other hand, opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Japanese Japanese devils are so generous.
Zhu Houzhao waited until he found the waiter at the bar downstairs and received an exquisite wooden box.
As soon as he opened it, he saw a sword. With a swipe sound, Zhu Houzhao pulled out the scabbard, and a burst of golden light burst out.
Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but exclaimed, and when he took a closer look, he saw that it was a charming cyan sword, and it seemed to be the legendary Wudang Haoque Sword that had long been unparalleled.
Zhu Houzhao took a closer look at the sword, which was 2 feet 1 inch long. The blade was made of dark iron and was very thin, with a faint cold light. The hilt was made of a golden dragon carving, which looked extremely majestic. The blade was as sharp as autumn frost.
Zhu Houzhao rotated his wrist slightly, and the green sword actually gleamed with sword light, flashing as fast as lightning, like a white snake spitting out messages and hissing through the wind, and like a wandering dragon shuttle, walking around, and sometimes as light as a swallow, tapping the sword. Sometimes it is as sudden as lightning, and the fallen leaves fall apart. It is really a silver light that suddenly rises, swallowing the blood of Japanese pirates thousands of miles away.
What a stunner! !
Zhu Houzhao felt his blood boiling for a moment.
Zhu Houzhao knew that in addition to boxing, Wudang Quan also had swordsmanship. This swordsmanship is also called Haoque Swordsmanship. As the name suggests, it can only be practiced with the Haoque Sword. Later, for some reason, the Haoque Sword disappeared due to the war. I don’t know how many people were injured. The heart of a warrior.
Although some people copied or imitated them later, the former is like the blue and white porcelain of ancient times, while the latter is like a modern handicraft vase. The two are not of the same level at all.
At this time, Oshima came over with a smile on his face and clapped his hands.
"Zhu Yujun, it's not bad, this sword..."
"You...you actually got this Wudang Haoque Sword that has long since disappeared?" Zhu Houzhao was stunned, his eyes widening.
In addition to being surprised, Zhu Houzhao was more surprised.
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding." Oshima looked stern, shook his head like a rattle, waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Zhu Yujun, these are just copies, but they are not bad, right?"
After hearing this, a stone in Zhu Houzhao's heart finally fell to the ground. If the authentic rare treasure falls into the hands of these thieves, our country will suffer a big loss.
Zhu Houzhao and the other three people had enough to eat and drink, and each of them also received a Wudang Haoque sword. Although this sword was a replica, it was better than nothing. It was really hard to walk around after eating.
Several people happily returned to the school and then returned to their dormitories.
As soon as Zhu Houchun arrived at the dormitory, he saw Zhang Juzheng who was doing homework at his desk.
"Boss, where did you and Yuchun go tonight?" Zhang Juzheng asked.
"Oh, please give me a treat." Zhu Hou responded.
"Who invites?"
"You don't know me even if you tell me."
"Okay, boss, I eat and drink without even saying hello to my brothers."
