632: March 18: Return to Tianshui City!_2 632: March 18: Return to Tianshui City!_2 Then, Zhuang Zhixuan’s sword was lying across Suo Lun’s head, uncertain whether to chop down or not.
After finishing the application, Suo Lun said, “Alright, hurry up and get dressed and leave; I’m short on ti and don’t have the Kung Fu to ss around with you.”
“I’m not leaving; I’ll stay right here,” Zhuang Zhixuan said coldly.
Without another word, Suo Lun grabbed her python-skin outfit and started pulling it onto her.
“I’m not leaving; I want to stay here,” Zhuang Zhixuan declared loudly, then struggled desperately as if she had forgotten her martial arts skills were over a hundred tis better than Suo Lun’s.
…
Huai Bingyi, leading the three people, boarded his large ship.
Once on the big ship, he gave the three best rooms on the ship to Suo Lun and his companions.
This man gave off a constant air of springti warmth, his attitude towards Zhuang Zhixuan was extrely friendly.
“Brother Suo Lun, we’re thousands of miles away from the mainland, and it will take several days and nights to sail, so let’s not rush to rest; let’s go drinking and play music,” Huai Bingyi enthusiastically invited, “Junior sister and Miss Zhuang should also co.”
“Good,” Zhi Yan replied.
Zhuang Zhixuan instinctively glanced at Suo Lun to see his reaction, and seeing none, she said coldly, “I’m not going; I need to rest.”
Not wanting to leave her out, Huai Bingyi turned to Suo Lun and said, “Brother Suo Lun, please persuade her.”
“Let’s go,” Suo Lun replied.
Then, Zhuang Zhixuan also lowered her head and followed them to the largest cabin.
There, Huai Bingyi had already prepared a feast with wine, many beautiful maidservants, and a small orchestra.
Despite being on a ship, the cabin was a whopping hundred square ters, and the large ship looked to have a displacent of several thousand tons.
It seed that Huai Bingyi did not shun a lavish lifestyle, either.
Huai Bingyi personally poured the first glass of wine for Suo Lun, Zhi Yan, and Zhuang Zhixuan.
Suo Lun picked up his glass and drank, Huai Bingyi watching him intently with nervous eyes, and as soon as Suo Lun finished, hurriedly asked, “How is it?”
“This is the best wine I’ve ever tasted in my life,” Suo Lun said.
Upon hearing this, Huai Bingyi was overjoyed and said, “I won’t tell you the recipe, but I spent years perfecting it.
There’s only thirty jin in total.
I brought ten jin this ti, and tonight, we’ll finish it all.”
Suo Lun indeed was not lying; the wine truly was exquisitely wonderful, beyond description with re words,
The blend of sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy flavors was profoundly enchanting, truly addictive, leaving one to wonder how Huai Bingyi could have possibly brewed such a concoction.
Four people here, ten jin of wine spread across four pots, each with two and a half jin.
Huai Bingyi and Suo Lun kept drinking glass after glass.
Suddenly, Zhi Ning asked, “Brother Huai, you haven’t returned to Ba Zhou for years, always staying in the Heavenly Palace.
Why have you co down to the mortal world this ti?”
Huai Bingyi replied, “The teacher sent to find sothing, sothing Brother Suo Lun should also know a thing or two about.”
Indeed, he was refreshingly frank, not beating around the bush, apparently looking for the blood of the demon, to capture the World-Ending Demon Emperor.
After drinking more than half a jin, Huai Bingyi’s pale face flushed with the rosy tint of alcohol, and he beca more animated, making his way to the piano and said, “Brother Suo Lun, everyone says your piano skills are unmatched.
Today, let’s have a battle, shall we?”
“Sure,” Suo Lun replied.
Then, Huai Bingyi played the piano while drinking.
His piano skills were exceptional, surpassing that of Zhi Ning’s and even that of Grand Mage Byron’s, the best Suo Lun had ever seen.
And he chose a trendously difficult piece for his first performance.
After playing, he looked at Suo Lun provocatively and said, “It’s your turn, Brother Suo Lun.”
His provocation wasn’t the kind that made one uncomfortable, rather it felt spirited and drew one closer.
Suo Lun did not back down either and began to play from across him.
Drinking and playing simultaneously, Suo Lun started with “The Finger Breaker.”
Once he had finished playing, Huai Bingyi imdiately gave a thumbs up and said, “Aweso, my turn again.”
Then, the two of them continued to drink and play.
The pieces they played beca increasingly quirky and difficult.
Suo Lun moved from “Exodus” to “Croatian Rhapsody” to “Don Juan” to “ENGLISHCOUNTRYTUNES” to “Piano Concerto No.
3,” and so on.
So of these pieces, he couldn’t play back on Earth.
But now, with his mighty spiritual power and talent, he could play them with ease.
The wine was really strong, and Suo Lun played with unrestrained boldness, flinging himself into the music.
He and Huai Bingyi competed through one piece after another.
Ultimately, they played over a dozen pieces.
Zhi Yan was stunned, Zhuang Zhixuan was also stunned.
The maidservants and orchestra present were astonishingly impressed with the two n.
This could have been the most elite concert in the world, bar none!
Just that no one expected it to be on such a ship and with hardly any audience.
In the end, Suo Lun and Huai Bingyi not only finished their own wine but also drank Zhi Yan’s and Zhuang Zhixuan’s shares.
This was high-proof spirit, five jin per person to swallow, and all without the use of any dragon power.
In the end, both of them were thoroughly drunk; Huai Bingyi was even more so, couldn’t walk straight, and directly crawled under the table.
“Aweso…” Huai Bingyi held up his thumb and said, “You are the only one whose piano skills are comparable to mine.
I, Huai Bingyi, have never respected anyone in my life, but you…
Suo Lun…
impressive, aweso!”
The inebriated Huai Bingyi was speaking nonsense now, all his gentlemanly deanor, his whole springti warmth, had vanished.
Then, he patted Suo Lun on the shoulder, leaned in close, and whispered, “I see Zhi Yan has a serious face but lustful eyes; have you slept with her?”
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