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Chapter 12 You have brought shame upon the th generation Heavenly Master!

Feng Shayan fell to the ground.

Luke said calmly: "Your innate ability is by no means weak... If you can solve the problem of not being able to overlap with objects, it will be comparable to the Eight Great Techniques."

"I have a friend who has seen abilities similar to yours."

What Luke was talking about was himself in the Naruto world.

Although he may not have seen Kamui over there, Luke has read the comics.

Compared to Kamui, Feng Shayan's ability mainly lies in her inability to achieve the so-called "virtualization" and her range of movement is also limited, but it is actually an extremely powerful ability.

After all, it is a noble space system.

"That's a joke!" Feng Shayan covered her head for a while, then stood up and said, "Take me with you to dinner later? I'll pay the bill..."

Luke raised his eyebrows and pointed at Xia He, Lu Liang, and Liu Yanyan who had woken up but dared not say a word.

"Let me be clear. I plan to take these three Quan Xing with me. I have something to do."

Eat with Quan Xing.

This is by no means a trivial matter for the children of the Ten Lords.

If it is not weighed, it may not weigh two taels, but if it is weighed, it may not even weigh a thousand pounds.

Zhang Lingyu hesitated, but looked at Xia He and chose to remain silent.

Feng Shayan stopped talking.

Feng Xingtong suddenly clenched his fists and shouted with a smile on his face: "Sister, didn't you bring enough money? It's okay, I'll do it!"

Feng Shayan was stunned, glared at Feng Xingtong, and handed Luke a card: "This is your reward for beating me!"

Luke laughed.

The children of the Feng family are truly extraordinary.

He really is a hero, decisive in killing!
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Barbecue restaurants and roadside stalls.

There was a small table surrounded by several benches. The juicy roasted breast, fat and lean meat, and various side dishes were placed on the table. They whetted everyone's appetite even more than the exquisite dishes in the restaurants.

Zhang Lingyu had a droopy head and refused to eat the skewers.

He sat next to Luke and Zhang Chulan, and opposite him was Xia He.

Luke ate to his heart's content. After high-intensity exercise, he had to replenish enough protein and carbohydrates.

Even gods have to eat!
What's more, he is not a god at all, but just a young man who is still growing up.

Zhang Chulan sighed. He was still thinking about the fact that Feng Baobao killed his grandfather. He took out a wrinkled cigarette box from his trouser pocket and put a cigarette in his mouth.

As the smoke was exhaled, the annoyance in my heart seemed to be alleviated a little.

"Uncle Junior, give me one." Zhang Chulan had a worried look on his face, but he was trying to get closer to her in his words:

"This thing is very powerful, it can suppress the things in your heart..."

Zhang Lingyu took it subconsciously and shook his head: "I don't smoke or drink."

Seeing Xia He beside him again, Zhang Lingyu's heart darkened.

In fact, Longhu Mountain does not prohibit smoking, drinking, and eating meat, but it does prohibit sleeping with Quan Xing witches.

Zhang Lingyu was stunned. He had come here to teach Zhang Chulan a lesson, but how come Luke had to shake off the golden light and thunder magic and even had dinner with Quan Xing...

No, it’s me, Zhang Lingyu!

The great master of Mount Longhu!
Forget it, he is just a loser who can't even practice Yang Wu Lei and sleeps with a witch...

Zhang Chulan chuckled and diligently filled the cup of Zhang Lingyu, who had a worried look on his face, with an unknown liquid.

"Come on, let's have a drink, Junior Uncle! I'll let Lao Lu tell you about cultivation later. As the saying goes, no fight, no deal!"

Zhang Lingyu nodded, and his eyes widened as soon as he took a sip of the spicy wine...

Didn't I say I can't drink? Zhang Chulan smiled and said to Zhang Lingyu, who was staring at him with wide eyes, with a sincere face: "Uncle Master, Lao Lu and I have done it, you can do whatever you want!"

Luke and Zhang Lingyu raised their glasses and drank.

There is no such thing as a ban on alcohol in Sanyi School. When the old man of the Lu family held his birthday banquet, Lu Jin was the one who ate big chunks of meat and drank big bowls of wine.

Zhang Lingyu made up his mind and swallowed the mouthful of wine until golden light came out.

Zhang Chulan laughed heartily.

You came up and wanted to fight with me, now let me see if I can give you a taste of my own medicine!

After drinking a jar of Erguotou in one gulp, Zhang Lingyu's fair face turned red in an instant. This extreme contrast stunned others, and Xia He couldn't take her eyes away.

The two Taoists who came with Zhang Lingyu from Longhu Mountain could no longer hold back.

Master Lingyu, who is addicted to cigarettes and alcohol, is going to dye the cotton balls into coal black!

Luke and Zhang Chulan exchanged glances, and the two brothers understood each other tacitly.

Luke’s plan was simple. Since Xia He and Zhang Lingyu came to him together, he had to take this obsession and life cultivation that he had picked up for free.

If you don’t pick it up when you go out, it’s considered lost!
Although Zhang Chulan didn't know Luke's specific thoughts, since Luke had set up this plan and wanted to figure out who he was targeting, he understood it at a glance as they had been together for so many years.

The two of them cooperated with each other invisibly.

"Meeting is fate. Let me bring you a glass..." Luke picked up the glass: "Those who can't drink can drink juice. Those who can drink can drink as much as they want. Just be happy!"

As they drank and chatted, Luke, Zhang Lingyu, Feng Shayan and others chatted about spiritual practice, talked about the Golden Light Mantra and the Hundred-Step Fist, and confirmed with each other the methods of spiritual practice. For a moment, the atmosphere became relaxed.

Xia He and Lu Liang pricked up their ears to listen, and occasionally spoke out to express their understanding.

Zuo Rutong felt a headache when watching this scene.

He didn't think that associating with Quan Xing was a heinous crime... After all, he had once told Wu Gensheng that if he were not the head of Sanyi Sect, he would be willing to regard him as a close friend.

And although Luke had a master, how could the Trinity School still exist?
However, the sight of mixing good and evil together to drink really reminded Zuo Ruotong of the record about the thirty-six thieves in Lu Shan's notes...

Did Wu Gensheng also call a bunch of people like this to drink together back then?
Thinking of Wu Gensheng, I also remembered a lot of things...

Zuo Rutong's obsession was touched, and Luke's life cultivation increased.

"Huh..." Zhang Lingyu's face flushed red. He didn't count how many jars he drank. He was an honest man.

Although he didn't drink, he couldn't resist Zhang Chulan's filling his glass, and kept apologizing to him, calling him "young master uncle".

Deep down in her heart, Zhang Lingyu felt guilty about targeting Zhang Chulan.

Since he had already taken the first sip, he followed Luke and Zhang Chulan in drinking their glasses, but the more he drank, the more he stole glances at Xia He.

"Lingyu, let me ask you something."

Luke put his arm around Zhang Lingyu's shoulders and said softly, "Do you usually think about—"

"What kind of high-ranking official in Longhu Mountain are you? You treat a demon girl like a treasure and think about her day and night. You have brought shame upon the 66th generation Heavenly Master..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere at the dinner table, which had just become heated, dropped to freezing point in an instant.

Xia He didn't dare to raise her head.

Only Zhang Lingyu, whose pupils were shaking, had a very red face and was constantly improving Luke's life cultivation.

How did Luke know this?

"You are thinking that although Xia He did evil, she didn't kill anyone, so there is still room for saving her..."

"Every man will meet two women... If you marry a red rose, over time, the red will become a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white will still be the bright moonlight in front of the window; if you marry a white rose, the white will be a grain of rice stuck on your clothes, and the red will be a cinnabar mole on your heart."

"When it comes to you, Zhang Lingyu, thinking of Yan Ni is like a red rose or a white rose, and thinking of the names of Yin Wu Lei and Quan Xing's four crazy people is like a grain of rice or mosquito blood."

"Xia He is here today, tell everyone what you think?"

Zhang Lingyu's face turned extremely red, as if blood could drip from it. She stared at Luke with her eyes fixed on him: "I can't tell the difference, I really can't tell the difference!"

(End of this chapter)