This newly opened wine shop is very simple, with a banner of apricot wine, a few square tables with chopstick holders and dishes, a few three-foot-long benches, and only a block in the back hall.
A one-meter-long purple silk cloth was piled with wine jars, dishes, peanuts and some side dishes made on site.
When the four of them arrived, there were already quite a few monks in the Qi Refining Stage here, calling for friends, drinking and having fun, and it was overcrowded.
"Four guests, please wait a moment, there will be a free table soon." The middle-aged man who is both the waiter and the owner came up to Tang Hui and said to the four of them.
"It's okay, you can go about your business first." Tang Hui waved his hands indifferently, turned his head and looked at Ye Yingxiu and Tang Yan. Ye Yingxiu smiled slightly without showing any displeasure, while Tang Yan was
He frowned, feeling that the master was a monk in the Void Returning Stage after all, and should not be mixed up with low-level monks like those in the Qi Refining Stage.
"This little brother, if you don't mind it, can you join us?"
At this time, there was a monk sitting at the table at the end. The monk was about thirty years old. He did not wear a gold cassock or a Zen staff, but wore the lowest gray monk's robe with a few patches.
There is a yellow gourd hanging on his waist; the Taoist is about forty years old, has a long beard, holds his hair on his temples with a wooden hairpin, and is wearing a light blue Taoist robe. He is smiling friendly at Tang Hui and the other four.
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"Doesn't it follow the temple's rules and regulations that monks are not allowed to drink alcohol?" Tang Hui did not refuse. He walked forward, pulled up a stool, sat down carelessly, and said to the monk, "Is it possible that you, a monk, are still a wild monk?"
Can’t do it?”
The thirty-year-old monk touched his bald head, smiled casually, took a bowl on the table, filled it with the signature apricot flower wine, and said with a smile: "After the wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha remains in the heart. As long as there is a Buddha in the heart."
, why bother with those monks’ rules and regulations?”
Tang Hui picked up the bowl, drank it all in one gulp, smiled heartily, and said, "I wonder which temple the master practices in?"
The Taoist who was about forty years old said: "Which other temple could it be? It is of course the Jing Zen Sect. The poor Taoist Qingxu is a disciple of the Dongyue Jian Palace. May I ask what sect and sect I am from?"
At this time, Tang Yan rolled her eyes, and before Ye Yingxiu, she sat down on the bench where Tang Hui was sitting and said, "My master is Song Zhiming of Shushan Sword Sect."
Xie Zhengyang gestured to the last bench for Ye Yingxiu. Ye Yingxiu shook her head slightly, moved lightly, and stood behind Tang Hui. She just smiled slightly and didn't care much about Tang Yan's little thoughts.
Xie Zhengyang had no choice but to sit down on the bench facing the west, cupped his hands and said, "I am Xie Zhengyang, a disciple of Piaoxiang Academy, and I have met two Taoist friends."
The Jing Zen monk shook the wine pot, but there was not much wine left, so he called out: "Boss, bring two more pots of apricot flower wine, two more plates of beef, and two plates of peanuts."
Then he said: "We are destined to meet each other. What's more, the Shushan Sword Sect is thousands of miles away from Nanzhan Buzhou, so the young monk made his own decisions and entered into the friendship of the landlord."
"Haha, then Song is more respectful than obedient."
Tang Hui chuckled lightly. He had formed quite a grudge with the monks of the Jingchan Sect on Yangming Lake in Yejia, Jingzhou. He had been chasing him for a long time, and now he was sitting at the same table with the monks of the Jingchan Sect.
Sit, life is really full of twists and turns.
"Sir, your food and wine are here."
Within a few words, the waiter brought the tray over. Soon there were customers from other tables paying the bill or adding wine and food. The waiter was busy again. Fortunately, cultivators generally don't need to eat whole grains. These drinks and dishes are just
Just make do with the wine.
Xie Zhengyang, who originally planned to ask Tang Hui for advice on some exquisite sword moves, saw the monks from the Jingchan Sect and the Taoist priests from the Dongyue Sword Hall nearby, so he couldn't speak directly, so he had to stretch out his chopsticks to eat beef. He never talked to anyone.
You're welcome, the ten sects of Nanzhan Buzhou are all in the same spirit. Although there are some minor grudges between each other, at least at the elixir auction conference held by Yaoshen Sect, they will restrain each other and greet each other with smiles.
He had heard a little bit about the two people in front of him. They were Li Baichan, the famous meat and wine monk of the Jing Zen Sect, and Qi Xuanzhen of the Dongyue Sword Hall. They were both masters of Taoism, but he didn't have the authority to speak as a Foundation Establishment monk, so he was still honest.
Let's drink wine and eat meat.
Tang Hui picked up a chopstick of beef for Tang Yan and put it in her bowl. Tang Yan blinked and said, "Dongyue Sword Hall is famous for its swordsmanship in Nanzhan Buzhou. I don't know whether the Shushan Sword Sect is more powerful or the Dongyue Sword Hall."
More powerful?"
Taoist Qingxu smoothed his long beard with his hand, chuckled, and said nonchalantly: "Of course the Shushan Sword Sect is more powerful. After all, the founder of the Shushan Sword Sect is Yuanshi Tianzun, the Saint of the Sanqing Dynasty."
Tang Hui picked up the white porcelain bowl in his hand and said: "Taoist Master Qingxu is too modest. Shushan Sword Sect and Dongyue Sword Hall each have their own strengths. Besides, one is in Dongsheng Shenzhou and the other is in Nanzhan Buzhou. There is no competition.
, how can we easily draw a conclusion?"
At this time, Deacon Yang hurried over and said to the monk of the Jing Zen Sect in a dumbfounded way: "Senior Li, why are you so drunk here? Deputy Head Liu has been waiting for you for a long time."
Then, Deacon Yang saw Taoist Qingxu and Tang Hui again, and he quickly bowed and said, "I've met Senior Qi and Senior Song."
Li Baichan was not moved at all. He picked up the white porcelain bowl on the square table, touched it with Tang Hui, took a big drink, wiped the corners of his mouth with his patched gray robe, and then said: "I don't have the time."
I've been waiting for you for a long time to argue with you, Deputy Chief Liu, and it won't be long now."
To be called a senior by Deacon Yang in the foundation-building stage, he even needed Deputy Head Liu to personally wait for him. The identity of this meat-and-potatoes monk was naturally revealed. Tang Hui drank the apricot wine in the white porcelain bowl in one gulp, stood up and said: "Brother Li Dao."
, we are all guests in the Yaoshen Sect, it is better not to keep the master waiting. Maybe his master will be angry and expel us from the Yaoshen Sect, but then..."
Tang Hui didn't say the rest of his words. Everyone present understood what the words behind them were. Deacon Yang laughed dryly and said: "Senior Song is joking, these are all distinguished guests of the Medicine God Sect, which makes the Medicine God Sect flourish."
, how dare you expel a few of them, I will report back to Deputy Head Liu right now."
"That's all."
The meat-and-wine monk Li Baichan stood up and said: "Fellow Taoist Song, I can only drink this wine another day. Brother Qi, let's go."
Taoist priest Qingxu said without moving: "Deputy Master Liu invited you, but he didn't invite Qi, so why should I join in the fun? Out of sight, out of mind, that old boy Liu Changqing is full of bad ideas. You, a Buddhist monk, can't follow me.
Let him go and chant sutras. I'd better talk about swordsmanship with fellow Taoist Song."
The fair-weather monk thought about it and realized that he was right. Qi Xuanzhen himself was a swordsman. Now that he met Daoist Song from the Shushan Sword Sect, he would probably talk to each other about Taoism.
Said: "Lead the way."
"Senior Li, please come this way."
Deacon Yang pretended not to hear Dongyue Sword Hall Qi Xuanzhen's heart-wrenching words slandering the deputy head of the sect, and quickly turned around and began to lead the way.
There was a seat available, but Ye Yingxiu still didn't sit down, standing stubbornly behind Tang Hui. Tang Hui just turned his head and glanced at Ye Yingxiu. Ye Yingxiu shook his head slightly, and Tang Hui no longer forced it, and let the
The bench is empty.
"I have some personal matters." Xie Zhengyang slowly stood up and said, "Senior Qi, Senior Song, I will take my leave now."
Tang Hui waved his hand, indicating that it was okay. Qi Xuanzhen from Dongyue Sword Palace did not even raise his eyes and never glanced at Xie Zhengyang from beginning to end.
Xie Zhengyang was not angry either. From the invitation sent by the fair-weather monk, he knew that the two people invited were Senior Song from the Shushan Sword Sect, and he was just an official.
In front of the Golden elixir monks, a mere Foundation Establishment monk is naturally not worth mentioning.
Qi Xuanzhen, whose Taoist name is Qingxu, stroked his long beard, put the index finger of his right hand into the white porcelain bowl, dipped it in the apricot flower wine, wrote a line of small seal characters on the table top of the square table, and then brushed it off with his sleeve robe.
, looked at Tang Hui.
Tang Hui also stretched out his right index finger to dip it in the wine, wrote a line of small seal characters on the surface of the square table, and then brushed it off.
The two of them went back and forth, writing and wiping non-stop.
The speed was getting faster and faster, which dazzled Tang Yan. She was about to ask the master, but Ye Yingxiu covered her mouth, shook her head slightly, and said softly in a very low voice: "They are talking in hand, just watch."
If it changes, don’t disturb it.”
The Medicine God Sect is a mixed bag, and most of them are monks in the Qi Refining Stage and Foundation Establishment Stage. If Tang Hui and Qi Xuanzhen let go and start sparring with real swords and spears, it is estimated that one-third of the entire Medicine God Sect will be destroyed, so Qi Xuanzhen chose
A more elegant way - talking with hands is just a verbal trick.
Tang Hui dealt with it smoothly and calmly. Not to mention the teachings and teachings of the monks at the peak of Jiuhua Mountain's Bibotan Jindan. Just talking about the memories of Song Zhiming's life before his breakthrough and ascension from the Shushan Sword Sect, in terms of swordsmanship, it was enough for Tang Hui to handle it easily.
Qi Xuanzhen from Dongyue Sword Hall frowned slightly, and the two of them started talking with their hands from slow to fast, and then from fast to slow again.
a long time.
Qi Xuanzhen from the Dongyue Sword Hall sighed deeply, and perhaps ran out of ways to deal with it, and sighed: "The Shushan Sword Sect has a broad and profound swordsmanship, and its reputation is well-deserved. Qi Xuanzhen feels inferior to it."
Tang Hui just smiled slightly. This battle without gunpowder was no less than a battle between two people with real swords and guns. His victory was purely a fluke.
If the two of them were to fly into the sky and compete with real swords and spears, he would most likely be defeated.
First, Qi Xuanzhen was a monk in the Golden Core Stage, while he was only a monk in the early stage of Returning to the Void.
Secondly, Tang Hui's mental power was only 50% of its usual strength, so he naturally eclipsed Qi Xuanzhen at the Golden Core stage.
Thirdly, Tang Hui can currently only use the spiritual power of two dantians, while Qi Xuanzhen's body has already turned into a golden elixir, which is as perfect as he wishes. No matter in terms of the quantity or quality of his spiritual power, he is far inferior.
"Do you know how to play chess, fellow Daoist Song?" Qi Xuanzhen from the Dongyue Sword Palace took out a chessboard with nineteen horizontal lines from his storage bag and said to Tang Hui.
If practicing calligraphy is inextricably linked to kendo, then playing chess is similar to the formation method in the world of cultivation.
"Know a thing or two." Tang Hui smiled and nodded.
"Okay." Qi Xuanzhen of the Dongyue Sword Hall pushed aside the food and drinks on the square table, took the initiative to sit across from Tang Hui, took out the chess case with the black and white chess pieces, and said, "Fellow Taoist Song, do you want the black or white pieces?"
"Just the white pieces." Tang Hui took the white piece chess set from Qi Xuanzhen of Dongyue Sword Hall.
"Then thank you Daoist Song for recognizing Qi." Qi Xuanzhen from the Dongyue Sword Hall held the sunspot and took the lead in making the move, directly taking Tian Yuan.
With his cultivation in the foundation building period, Tang Hui was able to trace the outline of the Jiuhua Mountain Bibo Pond and find a glimmer of hope for the Four-Curve Yellow River Formation. Naturally, he was not blind to the formation method. This was thanks to the creation of the Jade Disk fragment by Hong Kong.
Jun Daozu gave a sermon in Zixiao Palace.
Even Tang Hui could comprehend a corner of the Great Avenue Formation. Naturally, this game of chess had just begun, and it was basically determined that Dongyue Sword Palace Qi Xuanzhen would definitely lose.