Each person poured a large bowl of wine. The large bowl of wine was at least eight taels, almost one pound. Ordinary people would be dizzy even if they drank it. Although it was a good wine, if they were drinking it like this, it would be a life-threatening person.

Liang Chen was silent, but he just glanced at the wine, then looked up at Yang Zhongyong, with a calm expression, like a deep ocean, unable to see through what he was thinking now.

Yang Zhongyong knew countless people, but he had never seen such a cunning and deep young man like Liang Chen, and he couldn't see through it at all. For a moment, he couldn't help but be amazed in his heart, and he became even more curious about Liang Chen.

He picked up the bowl of wine, drank only one word, "Dry." Then he drank it all in one sip, wiped his chin heroically, and burped out a sip of wine from his chest. He didn't say anything, but just looked at Liang Chen.

Liang Chen smiled slightly, picked up the wine and sipped it. The wine just entered his throat, refreshing and slight, as if standing in the clouds and breeze blowing, or like a clear spring and stream washing one's body and mind, and he couldn't help but praise the word "good".

"Pour wine!" Yang Zhongyong shouted again, and the two guards continued to fill up. He didn't even look at Liang Chen, and drank another bowl of wine. He drank at least six or seven taels of wine. The old man was almost seventy years old, and he was not vague at all, and his face did not change for a moment.

On the other hand, Liang Chen also calmly drank the second bowl of wine, his face remained unchanged, and the unpredictable and profound smile on his lips, which made people puzzled.

"Good boy, there are some skills. Do you dare to have another bowl?" Yang Zhongyong looked at him with appreciation. This is how the soldiers are. The wine taste is, the better the person's character is. In their eyes, people with better alcohol taste are naturally the better. Although they feel a little bit impulsive, in some aspects, there is still some truth. After all, people who have become brave and dare to drink alcohol will be more brave when they go to the battlefield. I don't know how to be afraid, and people who don't even dare to drink alcohol will be what will happen if they go to the battlefield?!

"There is no courage or not, only drinking or not drinking. The master has a life, and the Hakka should follow it." Liang Chen said frivolously.

"Flood up." Yang Zhongyong looked at him with more and more appreciation, and shouted again.

Another full bowl of wine was poured. At this moment, the jar was empty. This small jar could hold up to five kilograms of wine, but after so many years of storage, only about half of it is left, just three large bowls.

Yang Zhongyong picked up the wine bowl. This time he did not drink it directly by himself, but raised the big bowl and actually touched Liang Chen for a while, "Do it."

He tilted his neck and drank it down, put the wine bowl on the table, pulled his chest open, and exhaled a sip of hot wine to the sky, drinking so happily. The wine exaggerated with heroic spirit, and while looking around, he became powerful, as if the old general who had been riding on the horse and holding a gun in the past had returned to the battlefield, and he immediately stood with his sword, raising his eyes, and the enemy fled in all directions. He raised his eyebrows and held the sword in front, and was arrogant without wearing armor.

"When you are drunk, your chest is still open and your hair is slightly frosted, so why bother?" Liang Chen looked at the old general who was still as handsome as the heroic style in front of him, and couldn't help but shout in secret and chant this poem in a low voice.
Chapter completed!