However, once the council members looked away for a while and then turned back, they would find that Lu Qing had painfully started to drink his second cup of Zuixian! !
The old man who planted trees looked very satisfied. He felt that he had met a worthy opponent in chess and a soulmate in wine. He raised his glass with Lu Qing repeatedly and shouted that it was very enjoyable.
The Immortal Alliance only prepared one jar of Drunken Immortal.
Drinking like this, the Zuixian drink was already empty before the banquet was even half over.
The monk from the Ministry of Rites stepped forward and whispered something to Tianjizi.
"No more wine? How could this happen!?" Tianjizi's tone was slightly harsh.
The monk from the Ministry of Rites apologized repeatedly and explained something.
"It's gone, so it's gone. Why are you blaming that little cultivator?" Xingwen saw this and immediately tried to smooth things over.
"That's right. We are here, so why are we afraid of not having wine?" Peng Cheng from Daoyan Sect also reached out to comfort Tianjizi.
Tianjizi glanced at the monks from the Ministry of Rites, then turned to the others and said, "The Ministry of Rites was not well prepared. I will hold them accountable when I get back! This is also my oversight, so please forgive me."
Everyone discussed the matter and said a few words to smooth things over.
That’s what he said, but after it’s over, Tianjizi will definitely not hold anyone accountable. On the contrary, he will give some benefits to the monk from the Ministry of Rites.
The wine was gone, so I just went to replace it, but the wine I got was not as good as the one that made me drunk.
If we do this, the banquet will be ruined.
Once you say it out loud, everything will go smoothly.
However, this monk from the Ministry of Rites will have to take some of the blame and receive a reprimand.
But to him, this reprimand was nothing. Only a novice would take it to heart.
Similar things happen all the time in the Immortal Alliance.
Zhang Shu suddenly said in a loud voice: "A banquet is incomplete without wine. On this auspicious occasion, I would like to invite everyone, especially Fellow Daoist Lu, to taste the Drunken Dream Star Lake of our Tianchen Sword Sect!"
As he spoke, Zhang Shu slammed his hand on the table.
Jars of fine wine flew onto the table.
Zhang Shu grabbed a jar of Drunken Dream Star Lake in his hand, used his sword energy to break the seal, and said to Lu Qing, "Please."
After saying that, he tilted his head back and gulped down the entire jar of Zuimengxing Lake.
After finishing the drink, he threw the jar away, and it broke into a handful of twinkling stars, without leaving any fragments.
This is how Zuimengxing Lake got its name.
"The Book and Sword Immortal is so generous." Zhongshu also took a jar of wine and followed his example.
But after taking a few sips, he put down the jar with an embarrassed look on his face.
After the discomfort of the wine had completely dissipated, Zhongshu said, "This wine is delicious, but it's a bit scratchy. I'm afraid it's imbued with sword energy."
"The wine of Tianchen Sword Sect is naturally brewed for sword cultivators. It's normal that you can't drink it, isn't it?" Zhen San of Jiuzhen Sect took a jar of wine, poured himself a glass, and took a sip.
"I heard that Sect Master Lu is also a swordsman. I guess this wine is like boiled water to Sect Master Lu?" Han Huohuo finally found the opportunity and opened his mouth to test the water.
The purpose of urging him to drink was fake; the real purpose was to test whether he knew about what happened in Chao Yunzhou.
"Mr. Lu, I really can't drink much." Lu Qing smiled and shook his head.
However, no one among those present at the meeting believed it.
A jar of wine flew directly in front of Lu Qing.
"It's just right. This wine is full of the spirit of wine and sword. After drinking this wine, Brother Lu may be able to understand the meaning of the wine and control the spiritual wine easily!!" Zhang Shu said.
"Shu Jianxian is right," Wei Erzhu said. "This wine sword is a major branch of the Tianchen Sword Sect! The meaning of the wine sword is also the unique sword meaning of the Tianchen Sword Sect. With Fellow Daoist Lu's understanding, based on this jar of Drunken Dream Star Lake, perhaps he can even infer the Tianchen Sword Sect's wine sword technique!"
"Eunuch Wei is joking." Zhang Shu smiled with a forced smile.
He knew that Wei Erzhu was reminding Lu Qing.
There are thousands of different paths for sword cultivation, some interconnected, some contradictory. When it comes to individual cultivation, it also varies from person to person.
The sword art of Tianchen Sword Sect is extremely arbitrary and difficult to be compatible with other sword arts.
Shinzo can also use a sword, but he only dares to drink it in small sips.
If one drinks the whole jar, it is like a cultivator of the Fire Dao swallowing a water Dao elixir. Not only will it not provide any nourishment, but there is also a high probability that it will damage the foundation.
Even though Lu Qing is proficient in swordsmanship, he may not be able to use the Tianchen Sword Sect's wine sword!
Moreover, the higher the attainments of a sword cultivator, the more difficult it is to overlap with others' swordsmanship.
In this situation, Lu Qing knew that he couldn't refuse. If he did, then Zhang Shu and Han Huohuo would have something to write about.
"That's embarrassing."
Lu Qing poured out a glass of Zuimengxinghu and drank it all in one gulp.
Expression is another kind of pain.
If Drunken Immortal is pure alcohol torture, then Drunken Dream Star Lake is like eating razor blades.
Fortunately, after the wine entered his stomach, it and the sword intent in it were quickly dissolved by the hangover pill.
"How can we have fun with a cup? Someone, take away Fellow Daoist Lu's glass!"
Just as the monk from the Ministry of Rites was about to come over, he was caught by the thatched old man who looked drunk.
"Your Excellency..."
"Ugh—waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa——" A mouthful of filth suddenly spurted out of the thatched old man's mouth, splashing all over the monk from the Ministry of Rites.
After the Thatched Man finished vomiting, he immediately cast a spell on his head, trying to sober himself up. But the Drunken Immortal's drunkenness was not so easy to remove.
This spell only made him a little more sober.
"...My dear friend, I didn't mean to... you..."
"I'll clean it up right away! Please don't take it to heart, my Lord!"
The monk from the Ministry of Rites who was hit by the vomit immediately retreated.
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