Zhu Tian: A journey of spiritual practice starting from Joy of Life

Chapter 29 Drinking Competition
Not long after, the waiter at Qingshui Distillery, who was in charge of the drinking competition area, cupped his fists towards the onlookers and said, "Dear fellow villagers and heroes, thank you for coming to support our Qingshui Distillery. This year, we have once again prepared ten jars of wine for all the contestants."

Leng Feibai looked at the wine jars piled up in the open space, roughly estimated them, and thought to himself, "Wow, this jar of wine weighs at least one kilogram. Ten kilograms of wine, this is enough to send us to the hospital!"

The waiter continued, "According to the rules, the person who drinks the most jars within one incense stick will be the winner. Please drink according to your ability! This time, the drinks are six jars of mixed grain wine, three jars of azalea wine, and our signature wine, Hero's Blood!"

The waiter changed the subject at this point, "Also, there's another rule: any martial artist participating in the competition cannot use internal energy to neutralize the effects of alcohol, otherwise they will be declared the loser on the spot!"

As soon as the words fell, people around talked about it, but few people dared to go up.

"Damn it, I'll go first!"

A strong man walked out of the crowd and came to a drinking contest in a few steps.

Led by the strong man, several more people came to the vacant positions.

Leng Feibai smiled slightly and came to the last position.

Seeing that everyone was present, the waiter took out an incense burner, placed it on the table nearby and lit the incense.

At the command, the eight contestants took action.

Leng Feibai let out a light breath, raised his hand to remove the mud seal on a jar of wine, and the pure white wine and the fragrant smell immediately appeared in his perception.

Leng Feibai didn't waste any time, picked up the jar of wine and started drinking it in big gulps.

The alcohol content of multi-grain wine is not high, similar to the low-alcohol beer in the previous life.

After taking a sip of the multi-grain wine, Leng Feibai wiped his mouth, grabbed the wine jar beside him and continued drinking.

Leng Feibai was a very aggressive drinker. When others around him had drunk two or three jars, he had already finished the first five.

After drinking five kilograms of wine, Leng Feibai felt his stomach slightly bloated and looked at the remaining wine.

"Slow down first!"

After Leng Feibai finished speaking, he supported himself on the ground with one hand and started doing push-ups frantically.

After doing more than a hundred push-ups, Leng Feibai was sweating profusely, and the sweat soaked his clothes on the back.

At the same time, a strong aroma of wine also appeared on Leng Feibai's body.

The waiter looked at Leng Feibai and his mouth twitched. The competition required that internal energy should not be used to dissolve the effects of alcohol, but it did not say that sweating could not be used to dissolve the effects of alcohol.

"call"

Leng Feibai stretched out his arms, then stood up and looked at the remaining jars of wine.

But in a moment, Leng Feibai easily drank the remaining grain wine and azalea wine.

"I've finished the multi-grain wine and the azalea wine. Ah, I feel a little dizzy!"

Leng Feibai's face was as pale as a date at this moment, and he looked like Guan Gong reborn.

"Yingshanhong, at least it's equivalent to a 30-proof alcoholic beverage, it's really cruel!"

After saying that, Leng Feibai looked around.

Of the other seven people who were drinking, four had already passed out, and the remaining three were standing there, trying to cool off from the alcohol.

"Slow down!" Leng Feibai said, and started doing one-arm push-ups again.

"call"

Leng Feibai stretched out his arms, then stood up and looked at the last jar of wine.

"boom"

The mud seal was opened, and a rich smell and crimson wine appeared in Leng Feibai's eyes.

"smell good!"

Leng Feibai gritted his teeth and said, "It's not Burgundy, nor is it Bordeaux. What kind of red wine did Ye Qingmei get?"

After saying that, Leng Feibai picked up the wine jar and drank all the red wine in it with a trick of sucking water like a dragon.

When the red wine entered his mouth, Leng Feibai felt like a ball of fire flowing down his throat and burning into his stomach through his esophagus.

"Um"

Leng Feibai's head was covered in sweat, and he was trying hard to suppress the burning sensation in his body. "It's not pure red wine. Although it has a grape flavor, this wine is at least 60 degrees, definitely a strong liquor." Looking at Leng Feibai's expression, the waiter laughed and said, "Hahaha, this young man is really capable. He can drink a jar of hero's blood without getting drunk. This is the first time I've seen it!"

"That drinking contest, but I won!"

Leng Feibai said calmly, "Can you give me the prize?"

The waiter slapped his forehead and took out two wine gourds from a nearby wine jar. "Jade Dew Wine," he said, "is a sweet wine that's refreshing and soothing. It's also the prize for winning this competition!"

Leng Feibai raised his eyebrows, stepped forward, picked up two wine gourds, and asked in a trembling voice, "Does Qingshui Winery sell this hero's blood?"

The waiter quickly said, "We produce sixty jars of Hero's Blood every month, and sell thirty jars to the public at fifty taels a jar!"

Leng Feibai raised his eyebrows, said nothing more, turned around and quickly left Yunjin Square and came to a secluded alley.

With a flash of light, Leng Feibai returned to the twelfth floor and sat cross-legged to refine the alcohol in his body.

When the strength of the liquor came into contact with the cold internal force, it was like snow meeting the morning sun, turning into a trickle and flowing into the meridians in Leng Feibai's body.

"boom"

A wave of air instantly burst out from Leng Feibai's body and spread out to the surroundings.

"Eighth rank up!"

Leng Feibai's eyes were a little dazed, and he slowly lowered his head. His loud snoring echoed throughout the twelfth floor.

When Leng Feibai woke up again, it was already the next morning outside.

"One jar can really make a person sleep for half a day. The Hero's Blood is truly worthy of its reputation!"

Leng Feibai felt the changes in the Qi in his body and a smile appeared on his face.

With the help of alcohol, the remaining power of the snake gall was stimulated, allowing Leng Feibai to successfully break through to the eighth level.

As for Ming Yu Gong, there is some improvement, but the effect is not obvious.

"Pity!"

After Leng Feibai finished speaking, he couldn't help but think again, "If I can use the geographical advantage to accelerate my cultivation of true Qi, should I go back to the Jiangnan Islands and practice properly? But before that, I have to go to Lanzhou to deal with the bandit problem first!"

After saying that, Leng Feibai raised his hand and began to draw in the air.

"Tongtian Lu·Cleansing Talisman"

As the talisman came out, it released a ray of light that shone on Leng Feibai.

The smell of wine, dirt and dust disappeared in an instant.

"Ah, this thing is kind of useful."

Leng Feibai smiled and said, "In this way, I won't have to waste time washing up in the future."

After saying that, Leng Feibai returned to the outside world, bought everything he needed, and left Yuncheng.

But what he didn't know was that what he wrote yesterday had already appeared in the hands of the Inspection Institute.

Chen Pingping looked at the poems Leng Feibai had written in Yuncheng and exclaimed in admiration, "This kid's literary talent is quite good. I now wonder if the Taibai Sword Saint Leng Feibai mentioned in 'The Knight's Journey' is actually him!"

Shadow's tone was very calm after hearing this, "But why did this kid use Fan Bai as his pseudonym?"

"Who knows!"

Chen Pingping put down the poem in his hand and said, "Although this kid has done a lot, he's not very famous. If it weren't for 'The Knight's Ode' that helped him become famous, he would still be unknown in Qing Kingdom! By the way, how is Wang Shun?"

"The spies didn't dare get too close to him. After all, all the experts in Qing who could deal with the Ninth Rank and above were in Kyoto. They could only watch him leave."

Chen Pingping's face remained expressionless after hearing this. "That's fine. If Wang Shun really died in Qing, who can guarantee what that madman Si Gu Jian would do? How is Leng Feibai now?"

"After the drinking contest, he disappeared!"

Shadow said this with a hint of curiosity in his tone, "I just don't know how this kid avoided the spies from Cloud City! He disappeared in broad daylight!"

Chen Pingping's expression darkened upon hearing this, and he then said, "Have the spies keep a close eye on him. Absolutely no harm can come to him. If Fan Xian enters Kyoto in the future, Leng Feibai will be his greatest helper!"

(End of this chapter)