Xue Huai pushed the door in, and the first thing he saw was Yun Cuo in the corner.
He immediately decided he would grill the green bird when he’s back.
Yun Cuo’s location was not eye-catching, but he himself is very eye-catching. He was born with a cold and fierce aura of evil. The blood-like Buddha seal between his eyebrows not only failed to reduce it; but it even added a bit of viciousness to his evilness. Those dark eyes, which were as calm as a deep pool, could make one’s heart sink when they looked over.
Xue Huai suddenly noticed something strange after having a short glance—Yun Cuo’s hair in this life is silver, while the Yun Cuo he saw before his soul dissipated in his previous life was silver-white.
He had seen it before, but he hadn’t had time to think it over.
There were various hair colors in the immortal realm, but he remembered that Yun Cuo had black hair until the day he died. Silver hair and red eyes are the characteristics of the demon race, and he didn’t know whether it was the sudden revival of Yun Cuo’s half-demon race bloodline, which slowly reveals itself as his martial arts progress, or something else.
If so, this life is a little bit ahead of the last one. Does it mean that there are still some things in this life that aren’t quite the same?
If that’s really the case, then he will have to be more careful in his actions later.
Xue Huai quickly averted his gaze from Yun Cuo and pretended like he didn’t see him. Yun Cuo didn’t look at him either; he just lowered his head to play with an inconspicuous magical weapon in his hand, probably the one that was intercepted from the Xue family.
Zhu Xing stood up and politely called him, “Young Master Xue.”
Xue Huai waved his hand and said, “I don’t want to talk too much, Young Master Zhu, I am here today to take the Xue family’s thing back. My father is honest and straightforward in his actions, and I, Xue Huai, have never owed anyone anything. I don’t know why we’ve attracted Young Master Zhu’s… attention?”
Zhu Xing’s gaze rested on his face and met his bright eyes, he seemed a little less aggressive than he thought: “…I am one year older than you, Young Master Xue.”
Xue Huai thought to himself, you’re just a little brat, but he still changed his expression and said smoothly, “Brother Zhu.”
Zhu Xing nodded slightly and said, “Just now, you said you don’t want to talk too much. I like that style too. A robbery is a robbery, and I’ll triple the money to compensate your Xue family. I like that item, but if it’s unreasonable, then let’s rely on our abilities. What do you think?”
He drew out his long sword and casually threw it to the ground, making a clunking sound. The surrounding people cheered and applauded loudly.
Xue Huai tilted his head and blinked innocently, showing everyone his empty sleeves. “But I didn’t bring anything. Hand-to-hand combat doesn’t look good; why don’t we seek a softer solution? What do you think?”
He wandered around in the weapons room for half a day before coming over, but ended up bringing nothing with him. It’s also fortunate that he didn’t bring anything with him. That green bird really is full of sh*t and can’t be trusted with even half a sentence.
He blinked his eyelashes and smiled slightly. With his usual cold and indifferent look, once you meet his eyes, it is almost impossible to take your eyes off of him.
The crowd froze for a moment.
This Young Master of the Xue family, it seems that… he does not appear to be the same, as rumor has it that his eyes are higher than the top of the head1Eyes above the top of the head is a Chinese idiom meaning that the vision is higher than the top of the head. It is a metaphor for sharp vision and very high recognition ability. It is also a metaphor for being arrogant.. On the contrary, the person himself seems to be very friendly, calm and easy to talk to.
With this smile, even Zhu Xing, who was already somewhat fond of him, turned red in the ears, but he still managed to maintain his face and sneered: “The Xue family has been in the weapons business in Xianzhou for all their lives. I thought the Young Master of the Xue family must be a good and strong man; I didn’t expect him to turn out to be a sissy who doesn’t even dare to fight.”
“A hero doesn’t judge others by their appearance, only then can a man be gracious.” Xue Huai pointed to the wine tasting and Feihua Ling tube2Feihua Ling was originally a word game used by people in ancient China when they were drinking wine. on their table, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by Yun Cuo’s light cough.
Yun Cuo sat in a different position in the corner, looking in his direction and saying, “Then let’s do the drinking order game. If you fight alone, it’s like we’re bullying you, so I’ll be with you. If anyone on either side falls first, the magic weapon belongs to them. And the loser pays an equivalent amount of money; everyone has no objection, right?”
Xue Huai, who was instantly arranged to join on the same side as Yun Cuo: “???”
Everyone had no objections, so Zhu Xing called someone over. The youngsters rubbed their fists together as the atmosphere grew more intense.
Xue Huai exclaimed, “I have objections.”
Yun Cuo, with a cold expression in his eyes, turned his head to look at him and said, “What, afraid I’ll make you lose the game?”
Xue Huai：“……”
Yun Cuo asked him again: “Do you have an alcohol addiction?”
Xue Huai：“……”
Yun Cuo, this person truly holds grudges.
Xue Huai’s alcohol tolerance is not very good, but there are two reasons why he dares to drink:
The first reason is because there isn’t much difference between when he is drunk and when he is sober.
The drunker he got, the clearer his eyes became. By the end, he’ll also get more energetic and bright; like a patient with a fever, his eyes will become frighteningly bright. Although the consequence is usually a hangover and lying at home for a day or two, he never falls over at the table.
Secondly, when he first came in, he noticed that this group of youngsters had a weak aura and clearly had not undergone systematic cultivation. They haven’t even reached the Dan stage yet. Although Yun Cuo was the only one he couldn’t see through because he has mixed roots of demon and god. Nonetheless, he’s on a Yindan level, and they all would be crushed by him.
These dandies don’t study hard and dare not do the Yaling game3Yaling or Elegant Drinking Order is one of the drinking order games that requires players to use impromptu ideas, or improvisation of poems and lyrics, and recitation of ancient poems and songs. They were also worried because Yun Cuo often cheated during the drinking game, so they are even hesitant about how they should deal with the connectivity order. At last, they discussed and had a final result—they had a zither lady who plays long zither come up and play random music, just like a Ji Gu Chuan Hua game4It’s a drinking game where one is drumming while the others pass around a spray of blossom.. The person who receives the flying flower when the tone changes will have to drink a cup of wine. It all depends on luck.
Even after drinking for seven or eight rounds, everyone was still clear-headed. The zither lady played a line from Pozhen Qu5Po Zhen Qu or Breaking the Formation song was originally a music and dance song from the Tang Dynasty that later changed and was composed into “The Music of King of Qin Breaking the Formation”. and then played some popular seasonal tunes. An hour has passed, and unexpectedly, they still managed to hold on.
What they’re drinking is not the mortal realm’s light fruit or rice wine, but the longevity wine that’s been buried underground for ten thousands of years, which cannot be made by magic. Everyone present could see Xue Huai’s eyes becoming brighter and brighter; he also became more energetic; it doesn’t look like he’s going to collapse anytime soon, while they somewhat couldn’t hold it. The only thing that makes them hold on is the fact that “they could not lose face in front of this person.”
The zither’s sound was intertwined with the glasses clinking sound. After a few rounds of singing, the zither lady couldn’t hold on anymore. She came over and apologized to them in a low voice, “I really sorry, all Young Masters. I’ve only learned a few popular tunes with inflection sounds, and there’s only so much I can do.”
Before everyone could react, Xue Huai nodded in a warm and powerful manner, saying gently, “You go out, keep the zither, I’ll do it.”
He stood up from his seat as he spoke and patted Yun Cuo, who was beside him, on the shoulder. He leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Since you’re on my side, can you help me for a while?”
The sweet aroma of wine comes to his ears, along with his warm breath.
Xue Huai’s steps were steady and his eyes were bright, but Yun Cuo knew that he was already drunk—
When he spoke to him earlier, he wasn’t sure where he should put his hand. So he lightly rested them on Yun Cuo’s collar, and his slightly cool fingertips brushed against Yun Cuo’s skin. As if they could bring a fragrant flower.
He said, “Alright.”
After a moment, Xue Huai withdrew his hands and sat in the zither lady’s place. Slowly and calmly playing a few tunes and then pointing to Yun Cuo while ordering people around, “Pour, pour him to death for me. If you knock him down, you also knock me down.”
His throwing the pot6Pot stands for blame in Chinese, to throw the pot means to shift the blame. trick is excellent; the crowd was already drunk and out of their minds. All of them went to pour wine for Yun Cuo, and sometimes they seemed to hear a change in Bianzheng tone7Bianzheng is one of the tones among the seven ancient tones.. But whether it’s true or not, they all still went over to Yun Cuo for a drink.
Yun Cuo drank one cup after another quietly, without any change, as if he were not drunk. He would take the opportunity to look at Xue Huai on the other side when he had spare time too.
He also looks good when playing the zither, but the tone is a bit off. The group of people were drinking around, and the atmosphere was not as tense as before. A few of them are still sober, so when they heard the magical sound filling their ears, they sneered and said, “Young Master Xue, what are you playing?”
Xue Huai remained calm and said, “You will soon know its beauty.”
After a stick of incense.
The boss and waiters will definitely be startled by the scene in front of them if they come up to deliver the food—on the ground and the table, there are six or seven young people collapsing, they’re all collapsing in an inappropriate manner, like a pile of pancakes.
Xue Huai chuckled lightly.
They are still too young to fight him.
Yindan cultivation, incorporating the spiritual power into the zither’s sound, even without using the confusion spells, he could still knock these poor cultivators to the ground. His prediction was also correct. He doesn’t remember any of these teenagers from his previous life, so he guesses that they didn’t follow Yun Cuo till the end.
In other words, their combat power was not even as strong as the gluttonous ghost in his room.
Xue Huai slowly re-tuned the zither, drank some tea, ate a few slices of fruit, and then took a large bundle of ropes out of nowhere.
These proud and domineering youths were tied to the pillars in the room with ropes one by one. But there’s a special surprise for Zhu Xing—Xue Huai tied him to the beam of the room, controlling the length of the rope. So as soon as he wakes up and rolls over, he’ll be confronted with a harrowing and exciting descent without actually falling to the ground.
When it’s Yun Cuo’s turn, Xue Huai hesitates for a moment.
They were on the same side in the drinking game, but he didn’t think too much when he was playing the zither.
Tie or not tie?
In order to show equal treatment for these little bunnies, Xue Huai ultimately decided to tie him up as well.
In order to show extra respect for his former boss while treating everyone equally, he gave him a separate pillar.
He wasn’t done after all that. He even found a thousand-year-old ink brush to doodle. He drew a turtle on this person’s face and a crab on the other, making sure that the expression they had on their faces after they woke up was even more brilliant. It’s even more exciting to draw something on their faces than it is to watch their reaction when they wake up.
He still doesn’t dare pull the hair out of the tiger’s head after all—the drunken Xue Huai saved his last bit of survival instinct and restrained himself from drawing a little pig on Yun Cuo’s face.
Someone used to feed Yun Cuo’s silly cat dirty food back then, and Yun Cuo dismembered them alive. Another put a painting poster on Yun Cuo’s back, and they were made into a paper ghost trapped in a roll and burned… There were countless such things, and Xue Huai didn’t have the courage to challenge his bottom line.
He half-knelt down and found the magical weapon in Yun Cuo’s sleeve. Looking at it after turning it into a normal size, he found that it was a weapon that resembled a stick but is not a stick, a knife but not a knife, a weapon that somewhat similar to the mortal realm’s firearm.
It’s not an antique, rather it’s very new.
He looked again and wanted to find the name of the maker, but after rummaging around he only found a pattern that he couldn’t understand.
A low and slightly tired voice came from above him. “This is the first divine weapon forged by the Crown Prince of Fuli. This pattern is his seal carving, the character Yi of the Phoenix tribe. Bai Yi, the next Emperor of Fuli, have you seen him?”
Xue Huai’s hands trembling.
He looked up and saw Yun Cuo, who was tied up by him, opened his eyes at some point and was quietly watching him.
The others were still unconscious, with his masterpiece brushstroke on their faces. Xue Huai half-knelt in front of Yun Cuo, staring at him, and couldn’t say a word for a long time.
Yun Cuo is moving.
Xue Huai subconsciously stepped back a little, but he saw that Yun Cuo didn’t struggle and only turned his head to look at him. The silver-haired, black-clad young man was struggling to extend a finger through the rope’s gap and pointing towards his own face, gesturing to him, “Why don’t I have it? You’re not going to draw on my face anymore?”
Xue Huai: “?”
Yun Cuo tried hard and said, “Xue Huai, there’s no need to release the water8Fangshui literally means release water, but its metaphor is to talk about someone who has a chance to win the game or competition but internationally loses for some reason.. Although you and I are on the same side this time, if you just let me off, they will continue to look down on you, saying that you’re a little sissy who dares not even provoke me. So you should also draw something on my face.”
Xue Huai was drunk and confused by his words; a hint of confusion appeared in his clear eyes. Unexpectedly, he felt that Yun Cuo’s words made a lot of sense, so he approached and drew a silly little pig on his face with a brush.
The thousand-year-ink feels a little cold to the touch. However, the chill that it carries dissipates immediately when it touches the skin. Yun Cuo closed his eyes and waited until he finished drawing before reopening them, restoring his usual cold and reserved demeanor, and looking at him.
“You can go now.” Finished saying, he shifted his gaze to his fallen companions and began to pretend to sleep.
Xue Huai: “…Will you really be fine?”
This person, I’m afraid, is not a fool.
