Chapter 116 Drinking to drown sorrows
The original intention of setting up the Immortal Sect Conference was to make the relationship between the various Immortal Sects closer, but now because of the Lingxiao Dual Sword Art and the Linghui Sword, it has actually made the Immortal Sects wary of each other.
Fortunately, not all immortal sects' attitudes have changed drastically, such as Guanghan Sect and its leader Yuntian.
As soon as the first day of competition ended, Yuntian immediately took Guanyue with him to Beifeng, inviting him to have a drink with him under the peach blossom tree and discuss swordsmanship like a host.
When He Qing came back, he saw the neatly arranged rows of wine jars and immediately felt that something was wrong. He immediately wanted to retreat into the room, but was stopped by Yuntian.
"He Qing," Yuntian said, "You have been hiding from me for three days. Brother Guanyue is here too. Let's talk together."
He Qing said helplessly: "Brother Yun, the conference has just begun. You, the leader, don't supervise the disciples to prepare well. Why are you taking the lead in drinking?"
Yun Tian showed an expression that said, "Don't you understand this?" "Guanghan Sect doesn't pay attention to those virtual things. We also specialize in swordsmanship that can only be practiced when you are drunk."
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"Come on, come on," Yun Tian dragged He Qing under the tree and asked her to look at each other with Guanyue who was also speechless. He said, "This time I saw you, not only have you been wilting all day long, but you are also so pedantic. ?Are you afraid that you won’t be able to get up tomorrow if you drink too much?”
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Yun Tian pointed out He Qing's recent poor condition so straightforwardly that He Qing didn't know how to respond.
She glanced at Guanyue who also noticed this, hesitated for a long time, and finally sat down cross-legged without any help, and said expressionlessly: "The monks don't drink to keep the precepts. What's more, we have the skills. Dharma Protector, how could you be drunk?"
Yuntian easily picked up a jar of wine and threw it to Guanyue, and said confidently: "Either you don't drink, or if you want to drink, don't use magic. Why should you drink if you can't feel the drunkenness?"
He Qing choked up again.
Yuntian picked up another jar of wine and handed it to He Qing. He picked up another jar and quickly opened the red cloth. He raised his head and started drinking, drinking half of the jar in one breath.
Yuntian wiped the wine from his face and said with a look of disbelief: "According to what I observed today, it is difficult for our Guanghan Sect to encounter an opponent in this Immortal Sect Conference."
"What do you say?" He Qing held the wine jar and clinked glasses with Guanyue across from him, and took a sip.
Yuntian said: "You see, several immortal sects who are also swordsmen have never been our opponents in Guanghan Sect, and the immortal sects who work together to form a formation with tacit understanding and accuracy as the key point are not specialized in swordsmanship, so what is left? Yes, don’t we have no rivals?”
He Qing smiled and raised his chin slightly towards Guanyue: "Guanyue, Brother Yun is looking down on you."
Guan Yue also smiled, nodded and pretended to be humble, "I am not very talented. There are only five groups of ten of my disciples participating in the election this time. When the time comes, I hope Master Yuntian will give me advice."
Yun Tian glanced at He Qing, who was drinking one sip after another: "Are you trying to instigate a relationship between me and Tianxuan Mountain? You girl is really wilted." Then he said happily to Guanyue: "I can't talk about advice, please come here. Beifeng, I just want you to see the quality of my disciples first, so that we can have some idea." After saying that, he summoned four disciples and asked them to call Guanyue.
He Qing hugged the wine jar and laughed until his stomach ached. He wondered whether Yuntian paid attention to this conference. Guan Yue was his biggest competitor, and he actually showed it to him in advance. He was not afraid that Guan Yue would make a plan as soon as he returned.
Looking at the four disciples, they did not feel embarrassed at all by their elders who asked them to perform their talents at short notice. Instead, they seemed to be honored, and their swords were full of energy.
After the "show" was over, Yuntian quickly asked: "How?"
Guanyue pondered and nodded: "These four young people are indeed the best in sword cultivation. It seems that after this conference, my disciples will definitely have new insights."
These words were quite emotional, but Yuntian was not satisfied. He touched He Qing with the wine jar and said, "He is dishonest. These four people are my top candidates. No matter what, they can defeat at least two of his disciples." "I am a disciple of the group." Guanyue smiled gently: "Master Yuntian said something serious, and I can't be proud of others."
"What's wrong with this? You have to recognize the excellence of others," Yun Tian said matter-of-factly: "For example, the two disciples under your sect who cooperated with He Qing's sect, I think they are very capable of competing with my Guanghan Sect. "
As soon as these words came out, He Qing and Guanyue looked at each other in unison, with an indescribable expression in their eyes that only each other could understand——
The cooperation between Gu Changnian and Hua Chiyu did not go well. Although they had learned the first section of the Lingxiao Double Sword Art and practiced diligently till tonight, at best, they could only be considered capable of fighting. A dozen, far from a comprehensive understanding.
As Hua Chi Yu's master, Guan Yue is naturally very aware of this situation.
As for He Qing, although the plot of the original book was a little advanced, she still believed that Gu Changnian and Hua Chiyu would definitely win the championship. But after looking at the cooperation of the four Guanghan Sect disciples just now, she thought about the relationship between Gu Changnian and Hua Chiyu. Cooperation can not help but feel a bit hanging.
Of course, feelings are feelings. Deep in He Qing's heart, he still vaguely hopes that this feeling will come true...
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The drinking game of the Yuntian group didn't end until midnight.
Obviously, He Qing and Guan Yue were reluctant to sit down at first, but in the end they started drinking, and they emptied the rest of the wine jar.
After returning to the mountain, no matter how much He Qing wanted to act "as always", he couldn't stop the despair radiating from the bottom of his heart, even from his bones and blood.
As for the depression of watching the moon, it is probably similar to He Qing’s——
They all fell in love with someone who shouldn't be tempted.
Yuntian mainly wanted to chat with her, to comfort her, but also to have some sense of prying.
However, fortunately, Guanyue and Heqing's cultivation levels were both high. Even if they did not deliberately use magic to protect their bodies, their physical fitness was not bad, and they would not be drunk to the point of unconsciousness.
"Don't drink anymore?" Yuntian helped Guanyue, who was staggering, to stand up, and said, "Would you like some more?"
Guan Yue slowly shook his head: "What I did today was inappropriate, so I'll take my leave now."
Seeing that Guanyue was swaying as she walked, Yuntian couldn't help laughing: "How can I feel relieved when you return to Nanfeng like this?" After saying that, he turned back to He Qing and said, "I'll see him off."
He Qing held on to the peach blossom tree and waved his hand casually before turning around and walking towards his room.
Normally, He Qing didn't realize how big the courtyard was, and it only took him a moment to go to his room, but now he felt dizzy, and every step he took was as heavy as if his feet were filled with lead.
After finally reaching the corridor like a wandering soul, He Qing was so tired that he leaned against the corridor pillar, breathing for a long time, intending to force the wine out of his body first.
But as soon as he adjusted his breath, he saw a reflection on the floor tiles under the corridor.
(End of chapter)