The fragrant aroma of wine rose along with the mist and spread throughout the green bamboo courtyard.
Zai Fu Qiaoqiao carefully lifted the hot wine from the stove and filled the cups for the four people sitting in the pavilion in the backyard.
Kong Ju picked up the fragrant wine glass and brought it close to his nose and sniffed it, revealing a look of satisfaction. He then pointed to the seat next to him and gestured to Zai Fu Qiaoqiao.
"You sit down too."
"Yes!" Zaifu Qiaoqiao then sat down respectfully next to Kong Ju.
Her respectful behavior is like that of a maid.
This scene made Niu Fan and Lan Chi look suspicious.
The aura of Zaifu Qiaoqiao, the sorcerer, has been concealed by Kong Ju using the Wanbian Qianzong magic weapon.
Not only were the two imperial guards commanders unable to tell that she was a witch, they couldn't even tell her level of cultivation.
But her eyes, when she stared at Niu Fan and Lan Chi, showed no fear at all, and there was even a hint of competition in them.
He was not intimidated at all by the two of them's cultivation level.
It is not difficult to guess that his cultivation is conservative and he is also a rising wheel.
"Isn't this fellow Taoist also from Tianqi?" So Niu Fan asked casually without any other meaning.
Before Zaifu Qiaoqiao could answer, Kong Ju responded first: "A friend of mine in Wudong."
Friend? Niu Fan and Lan Chi didn't believe it. With such submissive behavior, they believed that she was her girl.
However, Kong Ju's status in Wudong is not low. Since he can call this woman a friend, this woman's strength must not be low either. Lan Chi immediately smiled.
"I see. My apologies!"
I don’t know if it’s because they once suffered setbacks at the hands of Kong Ju.
Perhaps it was because they had left the imperial city and no longer had the support of the imperial guards, so their attitude became much more polite.
This also made Kong Ju taste some of the flavor, and he raised the wine glass in his hand and gestured to the two of them.
Niu Fan and Lan Chi wanted to make friends this time, so naturally they raised their glasses in response.
Monk Congyun drank the hot wine in one gulp without anyone saying anything, and at the end he pursed his lips as if he was still not satisfied.
"Haha, Shangzong Temple monitors many temple rules. The monks in Tianqi dare not drink alcohol. Master Congyun must not be seen by the monks in Shangzong Temple in the future, otherwise there will be trouble."
Niu Fan and the other man had already learned about Cong Yun's origin from Yunmo while Zai Fu Qiaoqiao was warming the wine.
Seeing that Congyun was so greedy for wine, he also teased him with a smile.
"It's okay, it's okay! Wine and meat go through the intestines." Congyun waved his hand and answered calmly.
"I didn't expect that Quanzhou would be able to alert the two commanders of the Imperial Guards to come here this time." Kong Ju looked at the two people in front of him, and without beating around the bush, he poured himself another glass of wine and asked directly, "You two are very busy with official duties, but you took the time out of your busy schedule to visit my humble home. I wonder what you can do for me?"
"We have all fought each other. As the saying goes, there is no acquaintance without fighting..." Niu Fan was talking about his twisted logic, but was glared at by Lan Chi beside him. He immediately swallowed his words and smiled awkwardly.
Lan Chi cleared his throat and smiled kindly: "We heard that Master Bingpo helped Quanzhou to stop three witches from the Zhuyin tribe. We, the Imperial Guards, are grateful for Master Bingpo's righteousness and have come to visit him specially this time."
"I took action for the sake of Lord Wen, not for any moral purpose." Kong Ju waved his hand, signaling the two to not think too highly of themselves.
"But it is a fact that you killed three witches, so it is reasonable for us to come here."
Lan Chi was a talkative man. With just a few words, the hostility in Zai Fu Qiaoqiao's eyes faded a lot.
Kong Ju also looked at Lan Chi a few more times, and finally smiled: "As long as you are not looking for a fight with me, I am still welcome."
Niu Fan and Lan Chi wanted to come over to visit, and Kong Ju didn't give them a cold shoulder, so the five of them started chatting over a cup of hot wine.
Niu Fan also talked about something that concerned Kong Qi.
"Three days ago, the little sword fairy Wudong, who was a guest at Tianquan Sword Sect, was also attacked by the witch cultivators of the Zhuyin tribe."
"The one who attacked was a strong man in the Soul Transformation Realm. At that time, Brother Shangguan was discussing swordsmanship with Zhu Wenyuan on the bank of the Mei River. Even if they joined forces, they were no match for him."
"Fortunately, a sword-wielding elder from the Tianquan Sword Sect was in the dark and rescued the two in time."
"But your senior brother was also seriously injured and is currently recovering in Tianquan Sword Sect."
"Did they find Senior Brother Shangguan?" This news immediately made Kong Ju feel that the wine in his hand had lost its taste. He put the wine glass on the table and frowned deeply.
They are all on the Zhuyin tribe's wanted list.
Shangguan Yuzhou, who was with him at the time, would inevitably be found as well.
What Kong Ju did not expect was that the Zhuyin tribe was so bold that they actually dared to attack Shangguan Yuzhou within the territory of Tianquan Sword Sect.
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"With his soul transformation level, it's no wonder he's so bold and reckless."
"What happened to that Soul-Transforming Shaman?" Kong Ju really wanted to hear the news that the Soul-Transforming Shaman was killed, so that he would have one less powerful enemy.
"After missing the first strike, he fled far away." Lan Chi shook his head, also showing a look of regret.
"The Soul Transformation Realm is already the pinnacle of the Ascension Wheel. If Zhang Sheng doesn't take action, it will be difficult for him to stay."
"Fortunately, the little sword fairy Wudong is in the Tianquan Sword Sect. If he had met that soul-transforming witch cultivator in the outside world, he would have been in great danger." Niu Fan also had a look of emotion on his face. He glanced at Kong Ju and speculated, "We guess that Master Bingpo, the fact that you killed those witch cultivators has been exposed."
"They ambushed the Little Sword Immortal of Wudong just to take revenge on you. You should be careful in the future."
Apparently the Imperial Guards don't know about the Black Snake Tribe yet, and Princess Qing hasn't reported the matter yet.
Kong Ju naturally didn't say much and just nodded in agreement.
"Please inform the two of you. I understand."
Kong Ju had known for a long time that a soul-transforming witch from the Zhuyin tribe had infiltrated Wudong, so he was not that surprised.
Zaifu Qiaoqiao was worried, her brows were furrowed the whole time, and she glanced at Kong Ju several times, wanting to say something but stopping herself. If there had been no outsiders present, she would have probably spoken already.
Now I can only drink alone.
Cong Yun didn't really care about these things. He raised his glass several times to signal everyone, and then, regardless of whether everyone cooperated with him or not, he just kept pouring wine from the glass. Most of the wine that Zai Fu Qiaoqiao had warmed up went into his mouth, and he kept muttering:
"The wine from Qingzhufang City is better than that from Yunmo."
As the scene gradually heated up.
The two commanders of the imperial guards also revealed their true colors.
Lan Chi apologized first, saying that they were in the imperial city and they were reckless.
However, they did not intend to use any harsh measures, they just wanted to help Jing Yushou regain face.
"The Imperial Guards prosper together and suffer together. We are just following the tradition of the Imperial Guards. I hope Young Master Bingpo will not bear a grudge." It is obvious that Niu Fan's words did not come from his mouth. Lan Chi told him this in advance.
Kong Ju smiled and waved his hand, indicating that it was okay.
I've already started to complain in my mind.
"What tradition? They are just a bunch of military scoundrels who have nothing to do and only think about fighting all day long." (End of this chapter)