Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 212 Drinking, drinking! (Seeking monthly votes!)
The temple fair in Wuchang Prefecture.

A white banner bearing the words "Divine Image Mud Bodhisattva" stands upright.

With its powerful strokes and bold, sweeping lines, its inherent momentum is superior to others.

But when they saw a little girl with her hair in a bun sitting under the white banner, many people hesitated again.

Because everyone saw that she was a woman, although she had an extraordinary demeanor, they naturally trusted those bearded monks and Taoists more. After watching for a while, they laughed and left.

Seeing this, Shao Yang clapped his hands, about to "lift mountains and take down tripods" to bring great fortune to Mr. Wu.

But then Hongxiu rolled up her sleeves and blocked his way, shouting loudly, "Shaoyang, watch me this time!"

Seeing her aggressive demeanor, Ren Shaoyang chuckled and lowered his hand, watching the girl operate the machine.

Suddenly, her eyes snapped open, gleaming with divine light.

A group of passersby involuntarily and inexplicably turned to the stall, obediently sat on the chairs, placed their hands on their knees, as if they were meeting their teacher at a private school.

Hongxiu was not shy at all. She was open and perceptive, able to get to the heart of the matter with just a few words, and could sum up everyone, regardless of age or gender.

Such a miraculous sight immediately caused a sensation, changing the previous quiet atmosphere. Locals flocked to the scene, surrounding it like an iron barrel.

Ren Shaoyang saw that Hongxiu was managing more than a dozen people by herself. It was more like a kindergarten teacher disciplining young children than a debate with a group of scholars.

Each person spoke a few words, which impressed them greatly, and they all took out money to give as gifts.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and left the crowd.

Turning around, I saw that Xiao Ban Dao Ren was holding a teapot and smiling at me, while Xi Lao's stall was empty.

Ren Shaoyang smiled, walked over calmly, and said, "Why aren't you setting up your stall, Taoist priest?"

The little Taoist priest shrugged his chubby hands and said helplessly, "With Miss Hongxiu here, what's the point of me setting up a stall?"

Ren Shaoyang turned his head and saw that Hongxiu's stall was bustling with people, while the other stalls were deserted. The monks, nuns and Taoists were all gritting their teeth and staring at the little beggar with sparks flying.

"Haha!" Ren Shaoyang laughed, "It is quite hateful."

The young Taoist looked up at the wine flag in the distance, pointed there, and said, "Brother Ren, how about we go and 'steal half a day of leisure'?"

Ren Shaoyang looked at him, a barely perceptible smile flashing across his lips, and slowly said, "Very good, I also have the same idea."

The two immediately squeezed out of the crowd and headed towards the restaurant.

After they went upstairs and found a place to sit down, the Taoist priest said with a smile, "Brother Ren, you've been feeling quite stifled lately. How about we have a drinking contest?"

Ren Shaoyang found it strange and shook his head with a smile, "You fat Taoist, your mind is not at peace. Why are you thinking about the drink?"

The Taoist priest sighed, "It's because I was too optimistic, but reality is too harsh."

"Did reality give you a good beating?"

"No!" the half-baked Taoist priest wailed, his chubby face contorted in pain. "He was beaten to a pulp by Reality's subordinates!"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and said, "Then I should have a drink."

The little Taoist priest put down his fat hand and laughed, "Brother Ren, I can hold my liquor quite well. I'm in a good mood today, so let's drink until we drop!"

Upon hearing this, Ren Shaoyang slapped the table and laughed, "Alright! Let's have a good drink!" Then he asked, "Hey~? Where's Old Master Xi?"

"Master Xi has been invited in for tea by Master Wang Chun of Changchun Temple," said Xiao Ban Dao Ren. "We've finally met with the high priest, so we can't let him get away."

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly and said, "Master Xi is extremely skilled in the study of the I Ching, and I can learn from him."

Just then, the waiter came over to inquire.

The young Taoist ordered some food and wine, and then a few bottles of wine.

"Hey~! What's the point of a few bottles?" Ren Shaoyang grinned mischievously and said to the waiter, "Hey buddy, could you please bring over the wine vats?"

"Wine, a wine vat?"

Upon hearing this, the waiter was so frightened that his legs trembled.

The little Taoist was also startled and waved his hand, saying, "Master Ren, the wine vat is too heavy. Don't bully my tools."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Wait for me!" His figure disappeared from his seat in an instant.

Before long, half a wine vat came into everyone's view. This wine vat could be easily hugged by two or three people, and when filled with wine, it would weigh a full half ton.

Ren Shaoyang, however, held one hand out straight, his expression calm.

What made the young Taoist priests tremble with fear was that Ren Shaoyang, carrying a wine jar, went upstairs in complete silence, and the floorboards did not shake at all.

It was as if he were holding not a wine jar, but a straw.

The patrons on the second floor, including the half-Taoist priest, were all awestruck by his divine power and fell silent for a moment.

When Ren Shaoyang strode to the table, he held the wine jar in one hand and poured the wine into the two large bowls from top to bottom. The wine reached the edge but did not splash or overflow.

Upon seeing this, the guests on the second floor all cheered loudly!
The young Taoist priest raised his wine bowl in amazement, shook his head, and said, "Master Ren, I am truly impressed by your skill! You must know that holding a wine jar and pouring wine is already extremely difficult, but you were able to do it so silently, without spilling a drop, and stopping right at the bowl. It's as if you're handling something incredibly easy!"

The half-baked Taoist chuckled self-deprecatingly, "After seeing your kung fu, I guess my life's cultivation has been for naught." With that, he tilted his head back and began to drink.

Ren Shaoyang smiled, picked up a bowl and gulped it down. After finishing, he grinned and said, "Brother, since we're not leaving until we're drunk, this isn't over until we've finished this whole jar of wine!"

The half-hearted Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, then said with a pained expression, "Brother Ren, what is the reason for this?"

"Hmm?" Ren Shaoyang laughed, "Why are you mimicking that trash Tan Yingshou's words?"

The young Taoist priest shook his head with a wry smile: "We shouldn't have followed his example. Come on! Cheers!" The two looked at each other and smiled, clinked their bowls together, drank the wine in one gulp, wiped their mouths, and felt a sense of satisfaction.

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily, casually grabbing the wine jar and using it as a wine pot to pour wine, handling it gently and carelessly.

The two drank several bowls of wine, and the Taoist priest's belly grew quite large.

Ren Shaoyang wiped his mouth and laughed, "That was great, that was great! I haven't felt this good in a long time."

"Haha! Me too!" The little Taoist priest's face was flushed, his eyes were glazed, and he was laughing foolishly. "These past few months have been terrible, today is the happiest day of all."

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him sideways and said, "Did you eighteen top experts go to cause trouble for Pang Ban?"

"Can I not go?" The little Taoist priest nodded painfully, one hand on the table and the other holding a wine bowl.

"and then?"

"And then?" the little Taoist said quietly. "What then? We got a good beating from Li Chimei and Fang Yeyu!" He looked at Ren Shaoyang, his voice trembling with tears. "You don't know? They also have the 'Four Secrets of Qinghai-Tibet,' 'Bald Eagle' You Chidi and others. Their methods are ruthless and vicious. They beat us so badly we were covered in dust!"

Ren Shaoyang frowned and asked, "How many of the eighteen seed experts have come?"

"They're all here!" The half-Daoist paused, his face turning even redder, and then he smashed his wine bowl. With a loud crash, the bowl shattered. "Damn it! Three seed masters are dead, and countless disciples of the Eight Sects Alliance have been killed or injured!"

Looking into the eyes of the half-hearted Taoist priest, which were almost bleeding, and listening to his tearful denunciation of Fang Yeyu's shameless methods, I felt a surge of emotion.

Ren Shaoyang silently finished the wine in his bowl, thinking to himself with a sheepish grin, "These all seem to be the tricks we used to set up Xiao Fang!"

Looking up at the chubby face of the half-hearted Taoist priest, I felt a little embarrassed.

Ren Shaoyang quickly grabbed a fine bowl, filled it with wine, and laughed, "Brother Xiaoban, everyone dies eventually. We didn't die under Old Man Pang's fists, so let's drink to our hearts' content!"

"Yes! Brother Ren is right!" the drunken Taoist shouted. "Let's drink until we're drunk!" He brought the bowl to his lips, but after taking a small sip, he suddenly felt a wave of nausea rise to his throat.

When Ren Shaoyang saw the changes in the Taoist priest's face, from green to white to red, his cheeks suddenly puffed up, making him look like a big toad.

He still doesn't know what's going to happen next?
"Snapped!"

He pinched the little Taoist's chubby face with one hand.

The fat Taoist priest, who had been holding back his anger, let out a loud "Ugh!" and his eyes widened in shock!
Ren Shaoyang grabbed his face, dragged him to the window, and then let go. With a "poof," a small fountain appeared outside the restaurant.

Because there was a curtain at the door to keep out the rain, all the wine was poured onto it, making a splashing sound.

But the tourists below were still surprised and puzzled: "Huh? Is it raining?"

"Brother Ren!" The half-baked Taoist priest leaned against the window, pointing at him shakily, "Hello."

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily, poured another bowl of wine, and handed it to him: "Come on, drink this bowl and there are three more!"

"no no!"

The half-baked Taoist priest waved his fat hands wildly, looking tragic, but he was still forced to drink.

The wine had barely touched his throat when the half-hearted Taoist pointed at Ren Shaoyang and chuckled foolishly, "Ren Shaoyang, be careful they target Hongxiu. Hongxiu is a girl." His eyes rolled back, his body swayed, and he slumped out of the window.

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly and said, "Because of Pang Ban's furnace?" He casually injected the "Great Vajra Divine Power" into the body of the little Taoist.

A moment later, a "poof" sound came from the fat Taoist priest, and a cloud of alcoholic fumes emanated from his pores.
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Han Bai looked at the short and stout Shang Liang in front of him and trembled with fear. He took two steps back, but stood in front of the donkey and the horse to protect them.

Shang Liang's gaze swept over him, then he said loudly, "I am Shang Liang, one of the four protectors of the Evil Sect. May I ask your esteemed name, young brother, and which treasure mountain you are from?"

Evil Sect?
How could Han Bai not know this famous sect?

The Evil Sect was founded by Li Ruohai, the most handsome man in the world, also known as "Evil Spirit," a master of spear fighting.

The sect is full of experts. In addition to Shang Liang, who is "smiling but hiding a dagger", there is also Zong Yue, who is "leaving no trace for a thousand miles". The seven branch villages of Tian Shu, Tian Xuan, Tian Ji, Tian Quan, Yu Heng, Kai Yang and Yao Guang are all incredibly powerful.

Of course, the main reason why the Evil Sect roamed the martial arts world was because of the most powerful and earth-shattering gun in the world.

Li Ruohai's "Twelve-Foot Red Spear"!
But why are the people from the Evil Sect looking for me?

Han Bai forced himself to remain calm and cupped his hands, saying, "I have long admired your name! I am merely a servant of the Han family, not someone from any faction."

"The Han family?" A hint of confusion flashed in Shang Liang's eyes, then he asked, "Kid, was that donkey behind you given to you by someone?"

Han Bai suddenly looked up at the short, fat man opposite him, his mind racing. He never expected that the other party would know this donkey.

Shang Liang stared intently at him, then suddenly burst into laughter and said, "So, the 'Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier' were right under our noses!"

As he spoke, he strode forward, three zhang, two zhang, and one zhang.

"Kid, take us to the three villains!"

Han Bai watched as Shang Liang's large hand reached out to grab him, and couldn't help but think to himself, "Oh no."

Suddenly, Shang Liang's right eye twitched, and a feeling of dread he had never experienced before washed over him.

Without further hesitation, he roared and jumped backward.

But then, with a "bang," a small crater appeared in the ground.

As the dust settled, the white donkey glanced at them sideways, brayed, and pulled its hooves out of the ditch in the road.

At this moment, not only the people of the Evil Sect, but also Han Bai were dumbfounded, staring at the tall donkey.

Silence fell for a moment.

(End of this chapter)