Balian lowered his head and stared blankly at the empty white jade wine glass, seemingly puzzled.

Su Guanhai also opened his mouth with a shocked expression.

Countless men from all walks of life in the audience who had admired Su Jingxian for a long time looked at this scene and couldn't help but feel sad.

In their hearts, Su Jing, a woman as transparent as white jade and unrivaled in vulgarity, is not touched by wealth, sex or alcohol.

If we were sitting at the same table with that young man, it was because of the vine of the siren.

So what's the point of blocking the wine for him now?

Chang Minghou and the Taoist priest were stunned for a long time while holding the wine glasses. When they saw Su Jing's cold and slanted eyes, they smiled bitterly and raised their glasses, drinking down the three clear wines in the glasses.

This Sanqing wine is a famous local wine in Xianling City. It is brewed with thousands of years of frost and snow on the Kunlun Mountains. Only thirty jars of it can be brewed in a hundred years. It can be said that cups are precious and the wine is intoxicating.

If it weren't for the night banquet, Chang Minghou, who was in charge of the banquet in the city hall, would never have been generous enough to fill the whole table in one night.

The staying power of these three sakes is difficult even for practitioners to resist.

Chang Ming Hou Xu has been with wine all year round. After one glass of wine, his complexion did not change, but the Taoist priest felt a little smokey.

Chang Ming Hou shook his head and turned around with a smile on his face, took a pot of wine, filled another cup, and said with a smile: "I only think of Master Su as a figure who is like an immortal. He is always with the green mountains, and the wind and snow are his friends.

I didn’t know that you have such a good relationship with City Lord Si?”

Su Jing said two words clearly and concisely: "Not familiar."

After hearing this, the young masters from various immortal sects couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. They knew that with Su Jing's temperament, if she didn't know her well, it could only mean that she wasn't familiar with him.

Chang Minghou raised his eyebrows lightly and said: "The glass of wine I just served was for City Master Si. If the Young Sect Master is really unfamiliar with me, why did he hold back the wine for the City Master? Isn't this inappropriate?"

Su Jing raised his eyebrows coldly and said, "He said he is not good at drinking."

The smile in Chang Minghou's eyes is even deeper.

Seeing that there was a knife hidden in his smile, Balian frowned secretly, looked sideways at the woman beside him, and whispered: "Miss Su Jing, don't worry, it's okay."

Su Jing also looked sideways, stared at Balian, and said, "Do you think I'm worried about you?"

Balian didn't know how to answer this question, so he heard her continue: "You said you are not good at drinking. If he offers you a drink, people will continue to come. If you die drunk here, do you want me to carry you away?

I’d better drag you away.”

Only people like Su Jing can make the words "I'll take you away" so cold to the bone that there's nothing charming about them.

Only then did Balian feel the embarrassment caused by the Siren's Vine, but when he thought about it, he felt that Su Jing was overthinking it. Since he was a corpse demon, he would naturally not be drunk by wine.

Feel uncomfortable for a while.

But in front of the Yunyun Immortal Sect, Balian would never reveal his identity.

Chang Minghou laughed, raised his glass again and said, "What are you talking about, Young Master Su? The Lord Sicheng is the person chosen by the empress. Even if he is not good at wine, what's the harm in drinking a full glass?"

The ferryman also catered to him and said: "Yes, since it is the succession banquet of the new city lord, I have to give him a favor."

The two of them were extremely persistent about the toast, and drank directly without giving him a chance to refute.

Balian had no choice but to get himself a glass of Sanqing wine and drank it.

The sake entered his throat, the strong fragrance hit his tongue, and the rich aroma of the wine burned his throat. The sudden taste impact left Balian without any reaction.

After a glass of wine rolled into his stomach, he realized that he could actually taste the taste of these three sakes.

Balian frowned and looked at the remaining wine in the empty cup, thinking that the wine brewed from the Kunlun Snow seemed unusual.

From the corner of her eye, she saw that Qingxuan, the female official, was holding a pot of Sanqing wine in her hand, shaking it gently. She didn't know whether she was praising the wine intentionally or unintentionally trying to clear up someone's doubts.

"Kunlun Snow, Sanqing Wine, is the wine of the Six Paths. All things in the world have animism. Anyone with a heart can taste this wine until it tastes pure and pleasant. After drinking this wine, it enters the abdomen, bones and heart. The city lord tastes this.

Alcohol is not a bad thing."

No wonder.

Balian pursed his lips calmly and could feel the smell of alcohol lingering in his bones after just one glass.

If Xindao was really drunk in a place like this, he would have ended up with Su Jing dragging the vine and the vine dragging him all the way out of the palace.

He silently put down the glass of wine. The Siren's vine had not been broken. He would inevitably be alone with Su Jing tonight. It would be bad to get drunk.

After seeing him drink a glass of wine, Chang Minghou and the ferryman did not intend to continue to embarrass him, and returned to the seats at the banquet with the wine glasses in hand.

But tonight, as Bailian was the host and the chief, the monks in the palace did not dare to invite the female officer Qingxuan to toast, but their desire to chat with Bailian never faded for a moment.

As a result, groups of people on the table stood up one after another, holding up their wine cups: "Fengbo City Wang Huan, I would like to propose a toast to the new city lord. I hope the city lord can give me some thin noodles."

Chang Ming was waiting for the Taoist priest to toast him, and he drank it. If others didn't drink, he would inevitably end up with a reputation of avoiding cold and inflammation.

Balian had a clear mind and naturally knew what the two people were planning. He smiled, shook his head, and said bluntly: "I have very little face. If you give me more, I will lose it."

The meaning is obvious, I won’t drink, what can you do to me?

The man's face turned dark. He didn't expect that the new lord of Xianling City was actually a rebellious man. He was about to get angry. Su Jing next to Bai Lian raised his glass again, drank the wine, and glanced at the man with a rather cold look.

people.

Wang Huan's face froze. How dare he seek death to get angry at this person? He smiled and said: "Being able to drink with Young Sect Master Su is actually a great blessing in Wang Huan's life. Since the Young Sect Master is willing to hold back the wine for Sicheng Master, then Wang Huan

If you are brave, give me another toast."

Su Jing remained silent, filling the pot with a cup, and wanted to drink more, but Balian suddenly grabbed her wrist and asked in a deep voice: "You don't need to do this?"

He is an ordinary person, whether he is hiding from the cold or suffering from the heat, or he is arrogant, why should he care about what these people think of him.

If he wants to drink, he can drink. If he doesn't want to drink, who can force him to do so?

Su Jing glanced sideways and said softly: "It's too noisy, my ears hurt. Just ask them to shut up and be quiet."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! When has she ever cared about other people's thoughts? It's just that these people are biting one by one like they are staring at blood, buzzing endlessly, which is really annoying.

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Bailian was quite speechless, thinking that among the men in the audience, they didn't know who told whom to shut up and be quiet.

Su Jing broke away from Balian's hand and said unhappily: "Your eyes are very rude."

At first, Balian didn't know what she meant by her "rude" words, until he saw Wang Huan, who claimed to be from Fengbo City, rolled under the table, turned to mud from drunkenness, and could no longer get up.

On the other hand, Miss Su Jing beside him was sitting steadily, her back as straight as a jade tree, her body not swaying at all, her eyes still calm and clear, without any hint of fuss.

Only now did Balian know what she meant?

The relationship was unhappy. He underestimated her drinking capacity.

This girl, who usually shows off her appearance and calmness, has such a strong drinking capacity.

The wine seller, Chang Minghou, drank three clear wines and her face turned slightly red, but she didn't change at all.

It was not only Balian who was surprised, but also the people at the table.

So, people raised their glasses one by one and gathered around, catching up with the excitement and thinking.

After all, it is extremely difficult to say a word to this ice-cold and inaccessible Miss Su on weekdays. Now, it is a rare occasion to be able to have a meal and drink together.

How could those young masters with different ideas let go of this God-given opportunity?

Everyone held the pot in one hand and the cup in the other in tacit understanding, and started the wheel tactics tacitly.

"The Lord of the City is young and talented, and I would like to invite you a glass of sake to show your respect."

Su Jing poured the wine steadily, held the glass, and drank without saying any nonsense.

"I also propose a toast to the city lord, and I hope the city lord will reward you."

Su Jing drank again.

"Young Sect Leader Su has a good capacity for drinking. Please fill up the wine and have another drink."

This time, Su Jing put down the wine glass, looked coldly, and stopped raising the glass.

The man was startled, thinking that he had already drank several rounds, so why did he just choose to ignore it now?

As soon as his mind changed, he seemed to understand something. He quickly changed his words and tentatively held the wine and said softly: "City Lord Si, please?"

There was another drink on the table, and Su Jing started to drink again.

Balian watched as the empty wine jars under her feet were piled deeper and deeper, and more and more dead dogs were lying on the table under the stage.

As she silently raised the pot to pour the wine, the sound of plopping could be heard, and as expected, it gradually became quiet.

Yin Dufeng was stunned and murmured: "This is the three-clear wine that makes me drunk. I can't even drink three pots. When did this girl develop such a good drinking capacity? It's scary..."

Seeing this, the wine in Su Guanhai's mouth inevitably turned bitter. He said with a complex expression: "A Jing never drank alcohol before he was sixteen years old."

Yin Dufeng's expression suddenly condensed and he was speechless.

Finally, there were very few people who could still sit smoothly at the table.

Sword Master Yu glanced deeply at the woman in white who was holding the cup elegantly. He threw away the wine glass in his hand, stood up and said, "The smell of alcohol here is too strong. I'll go out and enjoy the breeze."

Su Guanhai and Yin Dufeng looked at each other and went to enjoy the scenery together.

Su Jing has always been a person who sticks to her word. When she asked for some peace and quiet, she really used the most direct and domineering way to win over everyone.

A true heroine.
To be continued...