"Yes, I am here, sir." The waiter came back to his senses and replied hurriedly. It turned out that he had just seen the wine automatically float into Murong Fu's mouth. He thought it was a magic spell from an immortal, but he was actually crazy about it.
Murong Fu shook his head in a funny way, "Choose a few of your store's specialty dishes, preferably specialties from Jingzhou."
When Murong Fu went to Wuliang Mountain, he was busy all the way, but this time he decided to go out and try some local specialties wherever he went.
"Okay, sir, please wait a moment." After a while, the waiter brought several side dishes.
With the beauty by his side and the delicacies in front of him, Murong Fu naturally ate with gusto. Mu Wanqing didn't move his chopsticks, glanced at the man opposite and said, "Fu Lang, why don't we go to the elegant room."
There was a hint of complaint in his tone, and he seemed to be very unaccustomed to eating at the same table with other men.
Murong Fu said: "Look at those people in the martial arts world, there are many who can afford to sit in elegant rooms, but they like this lobby. This is the charm of the world."
Mu Wanqing curled her lips, "I don't see any charm in it."
Murong Fu smiled: "For anyone in the martial arts world, even if they can escape "profit", they cannot escape the temptation of "fame."
"That's why most martial arts knights like to crowd into crowded places, especially places like martial arts conventions and hero conventions. You may not be able to become famous all over the world if you go there, but at least you can get acquainted with them."
The man in red clothes across from him suddenly said, "What you said is quite interesting. I'd like to give you a drink." After that, another wine glass flew towards Murong Fu.
Murong Fu was surprised. Although the wine glass this time had no sound, it was obviously filled with strong internal energy and contained no trace of it.
Murong Fu used the Beiming Magic Skill without leaving a trace and reached out to take it. He casually removed the energy from the wine glass and drank it. He said with a smile: "Thank you, but I didn't ask for wine, so I won't return the favor to you."
The man's face froze for a moment, then he smiled slightly, "It doesn't matter, I want a lot. You can drink as much as you want."
Seeing the man's "beautiful" smile, Murong Fu actually lost consciousness for a moment: "It would be great if this was a woman. I have to take her back to Yanziwu even if I use force."
Then he thought, "Bah, bah, bah, this is disgusting. How could I have such a crazy idea." He said, "You can keep it to yourself. I rarely drink and I'm not used to it."
A trace of contempt flashed in the man's eyes. As a man, he didn't know how to drink. Now he deliberately wanted to embarrass him, "A man is wandering around in the world. How can he do it if he doesn't know how to drink? Come on, do it."
As he spoke, another wine glass flew towards Murong Fu.
Murong Fu's eyes were solemn, and the force on the wine glass this time was extraordinary. Then he turned his wrist slightly in the air, but it took a huge movement to catch the wine glass intact.
I thought to myself, you're not done yet, you won't let me eat until I'm clean. I said angrily, "I'm afraid I'll get addicted and have no money to buy wine."
The man in red glanced at Murong Fu's clothes with a look of disdain on his face. He didn't know how to drink. He made such a poor excuse. Then he glanced at Mu Wanqing and said meaningfully:
"Men are most afraid of not having money. Girls are as beautiful as gods, so be careful."
Mu Wanqing snorted, "I want you to take care of it!"
Although this man was extremely handsome, Mu Wanqing had already labeled herself as "Murong Fu's wife", so she would not take other men seriously. However, hearing him praise her beauty made her feel secretly happy.
Seeing the man's contemptuous look and hearing his pointed words, Murong Fu felt angry. It doesn't matter that you are a "sissy" who is more handsome than me, but you actually look down on me in front of me.
It is unbearable to dare to seduce the young master's woman in front of him.
Murong Fu opened his mouth to drink the wine and said loudly: "Servant, bring the wine! Beat ten kilograms of sorghum!"
When the waiter heard "ten catties of sorghum", he was startled and said, "Sir, can you finish ten catties of rice?"
Everyone around was attracted by Murong Fu's voice. They were stunned at first, and then laughed loudly. This is a young boy from a fledgling family. He often needs ten kilograms of sorghum. Do you think it is water?
Murong Fu's expression remained unchanged as he pointed at the man in red, "This young master is treating you to a treat. Why don't you save money for him? By the way, get two big bowls."
In his heart, he was thinking that he would have a drinking contest with me and let you taste the power of the Six Meridians Divine Sword today. The man in red had a half-smile on his face, as if he acquiesced to Murong Fu's actions.
Not long after, the waiter brought two large jars of wine, filled two large bowls and placed them on the table. Murong Fu smiled and said, "I haven't asked my brother for your surname yet."
"My surname is Dong and Qing. I wonder who your surname is?"
Murong Fu thought in his mind that this man's internal strength was probably not inferior to the Five Ultimates of the Central Plains. There was no young master named Dong in the Golden Book. He was obviously a fake name.
Humph, you don't want to tell me, and I don't want to know yet, "My name is Murong. Since Brother Dong is so kind, I will lend you flowers to offer to Buddha and give Brother Dong a drink."
As he spoke, Murong Fu made a "please" gesture and saw one of the bowls of wine slowly flying towards Dong Qing and stopping in front of Dong Qing.
"Good work!" When the martial arts people around him saw Murong Fu's move, they all praised him loudly, and there was no trace of contempt on their faces.
Dong Qing's wrist moved slightly, and he held the wine bowl firmly in his hand without spilling anything. Everyone didn't think there was anything strange about it, and it seemed that they could do it too.
But Murong Fu's expression changed slightly. He saw Dong Qing's hand spinning rapidly in the air several times just now, using gentle force to slow down the highly rotating wine bowl, but his speed was too fast, and others could not see it at all.
Dong Qing looked at the large earthy yellow and black porcelain bowl, frowned slightly, and then drank it with a high hesitation, and immediately gave Murong Fu another bowl. In this way, the two of them had a bowl, one bowl for me, and the technique was amazing.
, secretly comparing martial arts.
Everyone around them finally understood that these two young men were clearly the best among masters and were secretly competing against each other.
By the time he drank the fifth bowl, Murong Fu felt bored and wanted to vomit, and his stomach was churning, but his true energy could no longer suppress his drunkenness.
Mu Wanqing next to her also saw something was wrong, and quickly supported Murong Fu and said: "Stop drinking, you will get drunk if you drink any more."
With a thought in his mind, Murong Fu quietly moved the Six Meridians Divine Sword, and a stream of wine slowly flowed out along his little finger. His mind gradually cleared up, and he thought secretly in his heart, but he didn't expect that the first battle since the Six Meridians Divine Sword was trained would be to fight with wine.
Seeing Mu Wanqing's concerned eyes, Murong Fu smiled slightly and said, "I'm fine. This little wine can't do anything to me. Come on, Brother Dong, let's drink some more."
Dong Qing's eyes lit up slightly, "You're not a weak drinker, you're quite interesting." He raised the big bowl and the two of them drank.