Martial Arts Crossover: I am the strongest demonic monk of Tianlong Temple

"Mr. Qiao's favorite thing in life is to make friends with straightforward people."

The burly man laughed heartily and filled the empty bowl in front of Chen Mo with wine.

"What the young master just said really resonated with me!"

"Come on, drink this bowl first!"

"Brother Qiao is so generous, please!"

Chen Mo did not refuse. He raised his bowl and gently clinked it against his, then tilted his head back and drank the spicy Western Region liquor in one gulp without changing his expression.

"Good drink!"

The burly man's eyes showed even greater admiration. "I am Qiao Feng. May I ask how you should address me, young master?"

"Oh?"

Chen Mo was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected to encounter Qiao Feng here. It seemed that this martial arts world was not developing in the same way as the original story.

He immediately laughed and said, "So it's Chief Qiao. My Buddhist name is Benyan."

"Master Benyan, let's try again!"

As he spoke, Qiao Feng refilled Chen Mo's wine bowl with wine.

The two of them then downed seven or eight more bowls.

A thousand cups of wine are less than a confidant.

Although Chen Mo hadn't drunk much alcohol, his Nirvana True Qi was surging within him, so a few bowls of wine naturally wouldn't make him drunk.

Qiao Feng's alcohol tolerance was even more impressive; after drinking so much, his face didn't turn red, and his eyes were filled with even more excitement.

You should know that he had never drunk so heartily in the gang.

Since he became the gang leader, the brothers who used to drink together have become somewhat reserved.

Today I met someone who has a good alcohol tolerance and doesn't dawdle; his face was full of joy.

Their drinking caused a stir among all the other patrons in the restaurant.

Even the cooks and kitchen staff came out to watch, secretly marveling at the spectacle.

"My God...is this drinking alcohol or water?"

A merchant with a full beard stared wide-eyed, his tongue almost tied in knots, "That wine is 'strong liquor,' we usually need a while to recover after just one sip."

"They were quite something, they downed a whole bowl of strong liquor without even blinking."

"Tsk tsk."

"No matter what, such a big bowl of wine must contain at least half a jin (250ml) of liquor."

The old bodyguard standing to the side clicked his tongue and said, "These two downed seven or eight bowls in a row, nearly four catties of strong liquor."

"If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have passed out on the spot!"

Another江湖 (jianghu) man chimed in, "This young monk is fierce! Look at the way he drinks..."

"He didn't even pant, and his complexion was perfectly normal. How terrifying is his alcohol tolerance!"

Qiao Feng suddenly shouted, "Bartender, bring another forty catties of strong liquor!"

The bartender stuck out his tongue, then turned around and brought over several large jars of wine.

"Come on, Master Benyan, let's drink until we're completely satisfied today!"

Qiao Feng drank with increasing gusto.

Chen Mo smiled slightly, grabbed a jar of strong liquor that was placed under his feet with his right hand, and snatched it from the air.

Before everyone's eyes, the wine jar, weighing more than ten kilograms, landed steadily in Chen Mo's palm with a whoosh.

Immediately afterwards, he broke the mud seal, tilted his head back, and held up the wine jar with both hands. The strong liquor in the jar flowed like a small waterfall, gurgling straight into his mouth.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and the sound of him swallowing could be clearly heard in the now quiet restaurant.

Immediately, the crowd erupted in an uproar.

"hiss!!!"

"Drink it straight from the jar?!"

"Good heavens, this...this is too intense!!!"

Almost everyone was stunned, letting out a chorus of suppressed gasps.

"Um?!"

Qiao Feng's eyes gleamed when he saw Chen Mo casually snatch the wine jar from mid-air.

He himself could do it, but it would be extremely difficult for him to do it so effortlessly and casually.

"Great! That's satisfying!"

But now, he shouted, his heart filled with boundless passion.

Similarly, he made a claw with his right hand and grabbed at another jar of wine a few feet away.

The wine jar flew into his large hand with a whoosh. He imitated Chen Mo, broke the seal, raised the jar with both hands, and drank it down in a gulp.

The wine dripped down Qiao Feng's lips, wetting his clothes, but he didn't care, feeling only that he was feeling incredibly refreshed!

As he drank, he shouted, "Manager! Bring up all the good wine in your shop for me!"

"Today, I want my little brother to drink to his heart's content!"

"Alright...alright! Sirs! Please wait a moment!"

The shopkeeper snapped out of his shock and his face lit up with excitement.

Witnessing such a grand drinking event is practically a living advertisement for his restaurant!

He waved his hand repeatedly, and led several bartenders, running and stumbling as they carried up jar after jar of the fine wine stored in the back cellar!

Soon, it was piled up into a small 'wine mountain', and the rich aroma of wine almost lifted the roof off.

Boom!

Two newly opened jars of strong liquor collided, producing a dull thud.

Inside the restaurant, the onlookers stared in disbelief, swallowing nervously, unsure of what to say.

Chapter 125 Competition

About an hour later.

The small mountain, which was made up of dozens of wine jars of various sizes, was now empty and lay scattered on the ground.

The entire restaurant was filled with an intense, almost overwhelming, smell of alcohol. Many onlookers with low alcohol tolerance were already flushed and dizzy from the fumes.

Qiao Feng put down the last empty jar and exhaled a long breath of turbid air filled with the strong smell of wine.

Even with his enormous capacity for alcohol, he felt his head getting a little heavy at this moment.

Looking at Chen Mo, whose eyes remained clear and whose expression was as usual, he couldn't help but shake his head in admiration, "Little...Little Master...You have an incredible capacity!"

"I, Qiao, have never met my match in drinking... but today... I humbly admit defeat!"

"If I drink any more, I'm afraid I really will... I'll end up lying here!"

Chen Mo smiled faintly, his Nirvana True Qi flowing naturally within him, dispelling the last trace of his drunkenness. "Brother Qiao, you flatter me!"

"A thousand cups of wine are not enough when drinking with a bosom friend; we've drunk far more than a thousand cups so far!"

This earth-shattering drinking contest came to an end, but the onlookers were all excited and discussing it animatedly.

Chen Mo and Qiao Feng didn't pay any attention to these things, and ordered a pot of strong tea to cleanse their palates and chatted.

People in the martial arts world, when they sit together, will either talk about women or martial arts.

The two of them naturally talked about martial arts.

Qiao Feng recalled Chen Mo's effortless grab in mid-air earlier, and his desire for martial arts sparring rekindled.

He looked at Chen Mo and said directly, "Little Master, I see that your cultivation is not low, and I am really itching to show my skills."

"How about... we have a friendly spar, and then stop when we've made our point?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo glanced around the restaurant and said, "Brother Qiao, if you have such an elegant interest, this humble monk will gladly oblige."

"However, this place is rather cramped, and we can't really fight. If we were to start a fight, I'm afraid that old shopkeeper would be crying for a long time."

"Hahaha, young master, you've thought this through perfectly!" Qiao Feng laughed. "That's exactly right!"

"Shopkeeper, the bill is due!"

The shopkeeper, who had been waiting not far away, hurried forward, his face beaming with joy.

The two gentlemen's spending today is equivalent to three months' worth of revenue for his restaurant.

He flipped through the ledger and quickly calculated, "Two heroes, thank you for your patronage, the total is three hundred and twenty-eight taels of silver."

"We'll round it down for you, so it'll be three hundred and twenty taels!"

Qiao Feng nodded and reached into his robes; this amount of silver was nothing to him.

The moment his hand touched the money pouch, he saw that the shopkeeper had already produced a gleaming gold ingot in his palm.

"There will only be more here, not less."

Chen Mo said calmly, "Consider the extra amount as compensation for disturbing your peace and quiet."

"Hey, young master, this won't do! This meal should have been on me!"

Qiao Feng waved his hands repeatedly.

Chen Mo raised his hand to stop him, saying, "Brother Qiao, you're being a bit too polite!"

"It's just a small amount of money for drinks, nothing to worry about. Let's go!"

Seeing his resolute attitude, Qiao Feng did not refuse any further and said heartily, "Hahaha...Alright!!"

"Then I, Qiao, will be too kind to refuse. I will definitely make it up to you next time!"

Then he added, "I know of a rocky desert in the west of the city, about fifty miles from here. It's an open area, perfect for a friendly spar!"