Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 416 The Curse of Dionysus

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The two men, seeing such a waste of resources, instinctively wanted to stop it.

But he also knew that these were the young master's things, and what right did a lowly laborer like himself have to say anything?

Just looking at the fine wine mixed in the river, the bearded man thought that if the floating man hadn't died, he would have liked to go down and drink a couple of mouthfuls of the river water mixed with the fine wine. How could that not count as having drunk the fine wine?

Just then, he suddenly saw the corpse that was floating in the river suddenly appear on the bank where Murong Fu was pouring wine, and catch the wine straight in its mouth.

Watching his fingers grip the stone steps, he suddenly floated up, grabbed the wine jar held by Murong Fu, took another sip in mid-air, and then went ashore.

The bearded man and the short man beside him shouted, "You're really not dead?!"

His eyes, however, revealed a mixture of joy and disappointment.

The joy comes from witnessing someone come back from the dead, but the disappointment comes from the fact that the wine was caught as soon as it was poured, meaning that even if someone jumps in, they won't get a single drop of the wine.

Murong Fu said to the person in front of him, "Sword Immortal of Wine, do you still remember me?"

Why are you lying in the river?

The Sword Immortal squinted at Murong Fu, then laughed and said, "I don't remember you, Young Master Murong, but I do remember your wine!"

Hahaha, lying in the river you can drink and travel at the same time. When the wine runs out, you'll be drunk, and when you wake up you'll have more wine to drink. Isn't that wonderful?

Hahahaha!!

Murong Fu chuckled upon hearing the Drunken Sword Immortal's words, thinking to himself that this drunkard was truly one of a kind, and probably got along very well with Qiao Feng and Yan Nantian.

Murong Fu said, "Perfect timing! We're having a banquet at the Liu residence, with plenty of good wine. Shall we join us?"

The Sword Immortal gulped down his glass of yellow wine in one go, placed the empty jar against the low wall beside him, and said to Murong Fu, "Go, of course I'll go! Why wouldn't I go when there's wine?!"

Murong Fu looked at his burning eyes, nodded, and then said to the two men, "Brothers, it's fate that we met today. It was thanks to your shouts that I encountered this drunkard. Let's go in and have a couple of drinks together."

As Murong Fu spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the Liu residence.

The two men exchanged a glance. The bearded man, who seemed outgoing, said to Murong Fu, "This humble one would not dare to disturb such an honored guest."

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The Drunken Sword Immortal interrupted, saying, "Who would refuse a drink invitation? Come on, let's go together!"

With that, he put his arm around the two of them and walked toward the Liu residence.

Murong Fu and Zhao Lingji followed behind, and the group entered the Liu residence without any hindrance.

Upon arriving at the backyard, Liu Jinyuan looked at the three people Murong Fu had brought with some curiosity: a drunkard and two laborers, which seemed quite strange.

Li Xiaoyao, who was drinking, jumped up and shouted, "Master! What brings you here!"

The Sword Immortal slapped him on the forehead, then snatched the wine jug from Li Xiaoyao's hand, took a sip, and said, "You talk too much, kid. Just give me the wine..."

By the way, don't call me master, I've already said that.

Li Xiaoyao scratched his head and said, "Alright, senior."

Why did you come here?

The Drunken Sword Immortal said, "Wherever there is wine, wherever there is injustice, there I will be."

Then, the Sword Immortal sniffed the air and said to Murong Fu, "But it seems I'm late."

Murong Fu knew that the other party was referring to Poisonous Lady and Thunder Spirit Pearl, and said, "It's not late, there's still plenty of wine."

The Sword Immortal nodded and said, "Young Master Murong is right, there's still plenty of wine..."

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Seeing that he drank the wine as if it were water, Qiao Feng was delighted and quickly stepped forward to ask, "Brother Murong, who is this gentleman?"

Murong Fu said, "This is the Sword Immortal, a highly skilled master from the Shu Mountain Immortal Sect. His surname is Situ, and his given name is Zhong."

When the Sword Immortal heard Murong Fu call out his name, he was not surprised. Instead, he smiled at Qiao Feng and the others.

Murong Fu said to the Sword Immortal, "These are all my beloved relatives and friends."

These are my brothers Qiao Feng, Guo Jing, Yan Nantian, and Taoist Zhang Sanfeng.

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After the introductions, everyone resumed their drinking and conversation.

In particular, Qiao Feng, Yan Nantian, and the Drunken Sword Immortal were all heavy drinkers. Although they had different drinking habits, they eventually ended up drinking together.

The Sword Immortal of Wine has seen too many drunkards, but a drunkard with extraordinary talent like him is extremely rare.

After everyone else had finished their banquet and were resting, Qiao Feng and Yan Nantian had already become sworn brothers with the Drunken Sword Immortal.

Murong Fu never expected that even the Drunken Sword Immortal couldn't escape Qiao Feng's temptation.

Now he's so drunk his tongue's slurred, and he keeps calling out "Brother Qiao" and "Brother Yan" over and over again.

Murong Fu also kept drinking, but not as intensely as the other three.

Seeing that everyone else had almost left, the Drunken Sword Immortal walked up to Murong Fu and said, "Brother Murong, I, the Drunken Sword Immortal, have never owed anyone a favor in my life. You've treated me to two meals of wine, and not just any wine, but the finest of all. I..."

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coming!

Murong Fu knew that he had maxed out the Sword Immortal's favorability, and the other party was about to teach him skills.

Although this isn't a game, it's hard for Murong Fu not to have this thought.

The Sword Immortal, who had just taken another sip of wine, interrupted himself before finishing his sentence. Now, having swallowed the wine, he said to Murong Fu, "I observe that Brother Murong possesses a chivalrous heart and the ability to slay demons..."

As for my abilities, they're just average... Hehe, don't blame me for being blunt... I'm just speaking my mind when I'm drunk.

Murong Fu found the drunken ramblings amusing. He knew, of course, that in the eyes of the Drunken Sword Immortal, his own strength was indeed not high. He nodded and continued to listen to what the other person had to say.

"We are both people who understand the ways of drinking... I'll teach you a useful trick."

Hey, Brother Qiao, Brother Yan, come and learn together!

Yan Nantian was half-asleep while drinking, his life like a dream, but Qiao Feng became more and more energetic and his eyes became clearer as he drank.

The two approached the Sword Immortal, and the three of them embraced, laughing heartily and toasting each other.

After a moment, the Drunken Sword Immortal said, "I almost forgot... what I wanted to teach you was this—"

After speaking, the Sword Immortal leaned back and downed another jar of wine. His upper body was almost parallel to the ground, yet he remained remarkably stable against gravity.

Suddenly, a golden light emanated from his body, and his melodious voice rang out: "If Heaven did not love wine, the Wine Star would not be in the sky. If Earth did not love wine, there would be no Wine Spring on Earth."

Heaven and earth both love wine, and loving wine is not a shame before Heaven. I have heard that clear wine is likened to a saint, and turbid wine to a sage.

As he spoke, the Sword Immortal's Dustless Sword was drawn, as if several clones appeared, each reciting a line of poetry.

Its exquisite and wondrous beauty captivated the three of them.

"Three cups lead to the Great Way, a jug brings one into harmony with Nature. Enjoy the pleasure of wine, but don't tell those who are sober."

Then, a golden Bagua formation rose from the ground, and Murong Fu and the others seemed to understand something as they looked at the complex formation.

The Sword Immortal's moves were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes as fast as lightning and sometimes as slow as a snail's pace.

Regardless of speed, Murong Fu and the others memorized it firmly, as if it were carved by a knife and axe.

"In March, the city of Xianyang is ablaze with flowers, like brocade in the daytime. Who can bear the sorrow of spring alone? One should drink to this sight."

Poverty and wealth, life and death, are all predetermined by fate. A cup of wine can symbolize both life and death; indeed, all things are difficult to fathom.

At this moment, countless golden runes emerged from the golden array, bringing with them a burst of golden light that blessed the Sword God of Wine.

He took another large gulp, and then chanted: "The wine is strong, the intoxication is overwhelming, let us call upon the gods to drink together and be drunk for a thousand autumns!"

Then, the gourd was thrown into the air, a golden light flashed out, and it exploded, from which a golden phantom giant sprang out.

He was about five or six feet tall, a muscular, bald man with an indistinct face, but he held a huge wine jar in his hand, the very one that the Drunken Sword Immortal had just thrown, only several times larger and also golden!

"The Dionysian Curse!"

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