Volume 2, Chapter 261 Banquet.
When we walked outside the city lord's mansion, we could see a constant stream of people ahead from afar.
The gate of the city lord's mansion was decorated with lights and colorful decorations.
Ye Tingmu carried the big coffin on his back, his back straight, and he was the brightest person in the crowd wherever he went.
However, no one around dared to step forward and they all avoided him from a distance. Firstly, they were afraid of being hit by Ye Tingmu's two-meter-wide coffin. Secondly, given Ye Tingmu's current identity and aura, ordinary people could not handle it at all, especially when a group of wealthy businessmen were confronted by him within a hundred days, which also left some shadows in everyone's hearts.
At the end of the long street, Ye Tingmu saw people arguing from afar. When he looked closely, he found that it was the servants who were driving away the beggars.
"Hurry up and go. Don't you know what kind of occasion it is today?" a guard said impatiently to the disheveled beggar in front of him.
"Brother, I'm Liu Changsu. Go and inform him. I'm very familiar with City Lord Xu."
"Alright, alright, what have you done now? You don't know what's going on, but you're still pretending to be nice to me. I'm warning you, you're not worthy of this occasion today."
"I am well-read, I meet the requirements..."
Ye Tingmu walked forward.
When the guards saw Zang coming from the end of the long street, they hurried to report it.
After just a moment, Xu Men ran out in a hurry.
Liu Changsu, who was blasted aside, wanted to fight for it again, but was stopped by the guards on the side of the road.
"Oh, Brother Zang, you're finally here. Everyone is here, waiting for you." Xu Men's face was full of smiles, his tone was excited, yet full of flattery.
"City Lord Xu, you are taller than me, it's not appropriate for you to call me brother." Ye Tingmu replied with a smile.
Hearing this, Xu Men put away his smile and became extremely serious. He took Ye Tingmu's hand and patted it gently, "It's suitable, very suitable. Brothers in my old Xu family believe that the strong are respected. Whoever is powerful is the elder brother. So, you are my elder brother, Brother Zang. You are not an ordinary person. How can you be judged by worldly standards?"
Ye Tingmu raised his eyebrows. He liked this explanation.
"Not bad, Lao Xu, you found that you are a good person, quite good."
"Hahaha, Brother Zang, you should get along with me slowly. After a while, you will understand that I am a very open-hearted person to my brothers and friends."
As he said that, he called Ye Tingmu and went towards the mansion.
When he reached the stone steps, Ye Tingmu stopped, turned his head to look at the beggar who had just been expelled, and said, "I just heard that man say that he is your friend?"
"Uh... sort of."
"Then let him in. He looks so pitiful."
"Okay, no problem."
Ye Tingmu no longer hesitated and went straight inside. Although the city lord's mansion was quite grand and the gate was more than five meters wide, it was divided into three parts.
The middle one was just over two meters wide, and when Ye Tingmu walked in, he accidentally bumped into the coffin carried horizontally on his back.
He frowned immediately and had to walk in sideways, not forgetting to make a joke, saying: "Old Xu, your door doesn't seem to welcome me."
Xu Men's heart skipped a beat. "It's my fault for not thinking it through. Blame me, blame me. Brother Zang, don't take it to heart."
"Okay, I was just joking with you, seeing you're nervous." Ye Tingmu waved his hand and continued to walk inside.
Xu Menze looked at the gate beside him and cursed at the respectful butler beside him: "What the hell are you still standing there for? Hurry and tear it down for me."
The steward was taken aback. The guests hadn't all arrived yet, so it would be inappropriate to tear down the door. So he asked weakly, "City Lord, should we tear it down now?"
"What else can we do? Are we going to keep it for the New Year? Now, tear it down immediately."
Seeing the city lord's displeasure in his words, the steward didn't dare to refuse and nodded quickly. "Okay, I'll do it right away."
"Also, get some clothes for Liu Changsu at the door and let him in."
"Okay, City Lord."
.......
Looking at the clothes in his hand, Liu Changsu was stunned, with a hint of self-mockery on the corner of his mouth. He didn't expect that the person who hurt him was the first person in the world to pity him after he fell into poverty. It was really ridiculous.
But he didn't think much about it. After being a beggar for three years and eating coarse grains for three years, he had long been eager to have a big meal and didn't care about so many things.
Night falls.
Bright moon and stars.
There was singing and dancing in the City Lord's Mansion, and the lights were bright.
The talented man drinks and the beautiful woman enjoys her beauty.
The rich and powerful are boastful and curry favor with the wealthy and powerful.
The maid hurried, pouring wine and serving dishes.
Ye Tingmu drank several jars of wine and pretended to be drunk.
Then they raised their glasses, looked up at the sky, spoke aloud, and talked a lot.
He recited the lines he had prepared in advance, praising the greatness of the ten great immortal sects and the goodness of the heavenly court.
He also declared loudly that he had been wandering for ten years without any relatives and that his lifelong wish was to find a home.
If you join a sect, you must treat it as your home, sacrifice your life for it, and lay a foundation for its eternal legacy.
When it comes to the touching parts, tears flow down my cheeks, and I feel so sad.
This situation, this scene, happened to a drunk thirteen-year-old child.
To the people present, this was a true expression of emotion. No one could guess that he was acting. It could even be said that no one could have imagined that this was actually an act.
"I believe that Brother Zang will get what he wants."
"Yes, let's toast to Brother Zang together."
"Respectfully bury my brother!"
After three drinks, everyone was no longer reserved and followed the example of the city lord Xu Men, calling Ye Tingmu brother.
The cries of "Brother Zang" were passionate.
Hundreds of people shouted, "Respectfully bury my brother."
Echoing here.
Ye Tingmu also raised his glass.
"Done."
Then he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, showing his heroic spirit.
"As expected of Brother Zang, you have a good alcohol tolerance."
"That's right. No matter who Brother Zang is, he is the pride of our human race and the future leader."
"Haha, you're right, Brother Zang is awesome."
The flattery was so loud.
Ye Tingmu smiled implicitly.
Just pick up the wine jar.
A pair of eyes swept across everyone one by one, "Everyone, I want to recite a poem about this feeling."
Xu Men staggered onto the table, flicked his sleeves, his messy hair brushed against his shoulders, and he shouted.
"Sing."
Ye Tingmu narrowed his eyes slightly and drank a jar of wine.
He let the pure wine soak his chest, pointed to the sky, and spoke in an excited tone.
"Have you not seen the three thousand weak waters coming down from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning?"
"Don't you see the white hair in the mirror in the hall? It was black in the morning and turned into white in the evening."
When the talented men heard the poem, their eyes were solemn, and there was a hint of dullness in their gazes when they looked at Ye Tingmu.
However, the heroic sound does not stop, like a huge bell, drifting far away.
"When life is good, enjoy it to the fullest, don't let the golden cup face the moon empty."
"I was born with talent that will be useful, even if I lose all my money, I will get it back."
Liu Changge in the corner, a chicken leg lingering in front of his lips, the words "All the money is gone" seemed to be written for him.
There was also a slight change in his eyes, from a depressed look to a thoughtful one.
"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is fun, and drinking three hundred cups at a party."
Reading this, Ye Tingmu raised his head and took a sip, his eyes becoming even more lonely. He shook the jar of wine and swept across the crowd.
"The sky was born, and all things come to life. When you are ready to drink, don't stop."
"I will sing a song for you, please listen attentively."
"The sound of a bell and the grasp of jade are not worth much, I just wish I could be drunk forever"
"Throughout the ages, all saints and wise men have been lonely, only drinkers have left their names."
“.......”
The sound of recitation never stopped, and the expressions of shock on the faces of the people never faded.
Sit quietly like a cicada, without any disturbing sounds.
I hold the cup in my hand, but no one wants to drink with me.
"The Emperor's divine weapon costs a fortune, I will exchange it for good wine, so that we can share our eternal sorrows......"
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