The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 148 Qiao Feng
It was lunchtime, and the sun was at its highest point in the sky. Songhe Tower was bustling with people, the sounds of drinking, playing finger-guessing games, and the waiters' shouting mixed together, making it extremely lively.

At this moment, a middle-aged man, eight feet tall and sturdy, walked in with his head held high, found a seat at random, and shouted, "Waiter, give me two pounds of beef and a pot of wine."

The voice is loud and soul-stirring, and a heroic aura comes to the face, which makes people feel good.

"Okay, sir."

The waiter, wearing a coarse shirt and a white towel, ran over hurriedly and responded enthusiastically.

After a short while, two pounds of braised beef were cut into slices as thin as cicada wings and placed on a sky-blue porcelain plate, and a pot of fine wine was brought up.

The middle-aged man picked up the wine jug and poured himself a large bowl of wine. The wine was clear and sweet, and a strong aroma of wine went straight to his nose.

"Tons, tons."

I picked up the porcelain bowl and drank it all in one gulp. A spicy feeling rushed to my head, and my throat and stomach felt like they were on fire. Even tiny beads of sweat appeared on my forehead.

After a while, the spicy feeling disappeared, and a mellow fragrance filled the mouth, and the whole body was very transparent. The middle-aged man couldn't help but sighed: "Good wine! Waiter, come here."

The busy waiter came to the table in two or three steps and greeted, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

Although he was envious of the fine wine in front of him, the middle-aged man suppressed his desire and said, "What I want is apricot blossom wine. This is not the wine I want. Is there a mistake?"

"Sir, this pot of wine was sent by the distinguished guest upstairs."

The waiter bowed and said very respectfully.

"Which distinguished guest thinks highly of me? Please show yourself!"

A middle-aged man wearing black and white coarse cloth and with slightly rough skin stood up, cupped his hands, and asked calmly.

As the saying goes, no reward without merit, the middle-aged man does not want to receive such a good wine for no reason.

With a creaky sound, the window of the private room on the second floor near the lobby was opened, and a young man wearing a moon-white Taoist robe and a Dongpo scarf on his head appeared. He bowed and said, "My name is Shen Yuanliang, nice to meet Boss Qiao. Please come upstairs and chat."

"So it's Mr. Shen, I'm so sorry."

He flew up and came to the private room. Looking at the extremely young Shen Yuanliang in front of him, Qiao Feng felt infinite emotion in his heart.

Half a month ago, Shen Yuanliang killed the old monster Ding Chunqiu from the Star Constellation in one fell swoop. At that time, Qiao Feng had just heard of his name and admired him very much. He wanted to meet him. Unexpectedly, he met him today. What a fate.

"Nice to meet you."

"I heard that Boss Qiao likes fine wine, so I asked the waiter to send a pot of homemade snow lotus wine as a token of my appreciation!"

Shen Yuanliang greeted Qiao Feng very warmly, with admiration revealed in his bright eyes.

In this vast world of martial arts, if we talk about true heroes, the one before us, Qiao Feng, is definitely worthy of the title. He is generous, magnanimous, and loyal, and is someone you can trust.

Some other heroes have nice titles, but they are actually exaggerated. The greatest heroes serve their country and their people. These are the real heroes, not those who are called heroes just because they have great martial arts skills or a lot of money.

"So it's called Snow Lotus Wine?"

"Could this wine be made from Tianshan Snow Lotus?"

Sniffing the fragrance coming from the tip of his nose, Qiao Feng asked in surprise.

Qiao Feng used external skills to step into the realm of Celestial Grandmaster from the outside to the inside. He has a strong physique. After drinking a bowl of wine just now, his whole body is warm, and his qi, blood, tendons and bones have become stronger.

"Snow Lotus Wine is made from Snow Lotus Rice." "Snow Lotus Rice is a spiritual rice, a special natural treasure, with mild and abundant energy."

Dongmei standing by raised her snow-white neck and introduced proudly, her obsidian eyes revealing an admiration that was about to materialize.

"Boss Qiao, our meeting is destiny."

"Here, let me toast you."

Picking up the wine glass on the table that was about to overflow, Shen Yuanliang said cheerfully.

With a crisp "bang" sound, the two wine glasses collided with each other, and then they were all drank up, one glass after another, and the scene was very lively.

As they chatted about everything under the sun, Shen Yuanliang and Qiao Feng felt as if they had met too late. Gradually, the jar of wine, which weighed thirty kilograms, was almost empty.

"Drink, drink more."

An hour later, Shen Yuanliang's face was flushed, he was drunk, his head was heavy and his feet were light-headed. It seemed that there were countless stars spinning above his head. These were the signs of being drunk.

Qiao Feng at the side was no less drunk, and being a wine lover, he was now drunk and fell asleep on the table.

This is snow lotus wine brewed from third-grade snow lotus rice. Not only is it very strong, it also contains incredible energy. An ordinary person would not be able to bear it if they took just a small sip.

If it is mild, it will be a nosebleed and the patient will sleep for three days and three nights. If it is serious, the body will explode and die, bursting like an inflated balloon. Fortunately, Shen Yuanliang and Qiao Feng are not ordinary people.

A mere bottle of snow lotus wine would at most make them drunk, but tomorrow they might even gain something unexpected.

The moon was at its zenith, and the bright moonlight shone through the window onto the carved wooden bed. Shen Yuanliang, with his chest exposed, was hugging a snow-white waist, and his hair like a waterfall was scattered on his chest.

An ambiguous atmosphere filled the whole room. The moon shyly covered its face, yet peeked out from time to time, feeling very shy.

"This is?"

Shen Yuanliang, feeling a little thirsty, woke up slowly, sniffed the faint fragrance coming from his nose, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked around.

Dongmei was lying naked in his arms, with tears in the corners of her eyes and her face flushed, like the clouds in the sky, very tempting.

In the elegant room, messy clothes were thrown everywhere, and a white tube top was lying quietly on the ground not far away.

"Don't get drunk again!"

Caressing the smooth and soft skin, Shen Yuanliang suppressed the throbbing in his heart and slowly sat up, with the previous scenes flashing in his mind.

After getting drunk, it seemed like he had made another mistake. A graceful girl transformed into a plump young woman, and Shen Yuanliang only felt that the responsibility on his shoulders became heavier.

"Master."

Feeling the strangeness in her body, Dongmei could no longer pretend to be asleep. She raised her head shyly and looked at Shen Yuanliang, who was closely connected to her by blood. She felt very sweet in her heart.

Ever since Shen Yuanliang buried her mother, Dongmei has only had him in her eyes and could no longer tolerate anyone else. Now that she has gotten her wish and has given her innocent body to Shen Yuanliang, she has no regrets.

"Still calling me Young Master? Call me Husband. From now on, you are the Third Madam of the Shen Family."

Patting Dongmei's slippery shoulder, Shen Yuanliang said solemnly.

Hearing this, the last trace of worry in Dongmei's heart disappeared into a smile as white as ice and snow. Her whole face was as beautiful as a flower, and her unique charm radiated, making people unable to let go.

The war has reignited!
(End of this chapter)