Volume 2 Chapter 63 Drunken Intent

  It's Yan Chixia, not Yan Chi Xia...

  A thought flashed through his mind and was immediately thrown out, no longer entangled. Being entangled over a single word difference really has no significance.

  "Yan brother carries a huge sword on his back, isn't he the rumored Shu Mountain Sword Guest?"

  Yan Chicui's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and then disappeared in an instant. He said calmly, "Has the young master also heard of the legend of the Sword Guest of Mount Shu?"

  Chen Jianchen smiled and said: "Yan brother doesn't have to be polite, you can just call me 'Liu Xian'... hmm, I once heard a Taoist priest say that."

  "What Taoist?"

  Chen Jianchen replied: "Qingyun Daochang of Laoshan."

  Yan Chicuo hummed and said with a sigh of relief: "It was him after all."

  Chen Jianchen asked Ma: "Does Brother Yan know Qingyun Daozhang?"

  Yan Chicai chuckled and said, "We've met before."

  Chen Jianchen asked again: "What about the Taoist priest of Guanghan on Zhaishan Mountain?"

  Yan Chixia's face showed a look of surprise, and he glanced at Chen Jianchen again: "You also know Guang Han that cow nose?"

  When it comes to Guang Han, he calls him "Niu Bizi", seemingly very familiar.

  Chen Jianchen smiled and said: "I've had a drink with Guang Han Dao Chang before."

  Yan Chic suddenly understood and burst out laughing: "So you're that bastard!"

  This time it was Chen Jianchen's turn to be surprised, but after thinking about it, he thought: Since they know each other, when talking, they will naturally mention themselves. This is just right, with this connection, many detours can be avoided.

  Yan Chixia asked again: "Has Guang Han ever told you about my identity?"

  Chen Jianchen shook his head: "No."

  Yan Chixia sneered: "He wouldn't even dare say it, a defeated general is not worthy of mentioning bravery."

  Chen Jianchen listened intently, and it seemed that Yan Chixia's cultivation was even more formidable than Guang Han's. Could he really be the legendary Sword Immortal? He couldn't help but feel a deep respect, saying: "Brother Yan is indeed a transcendent being."

  Yan Chixia waved his hand: "I know you're not that kind of pedantic person, so there's no need for more courtesy. Come on, since we've met, it's fate, let's have a drink."

  From now on, never mention the matter of cultivation again.

  He didn't mention it, and Chen Jianchen also didn't want to spoil the mood, so they started eating and drinking together, chatting about some trivial matters.

  After this drink, Chen Jianchen felt drunk for the first time, floating and fluffy, his feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, soft and soft. Yan Chixia was obviously a big drinker, Chen Jianchen used a cup and he used a bowl, drinking more than twice as much as Chen Jianchen? But his face didn't turn red, his eyes weren't blurry, nothing happened at all.

  After settling the bill, the two men left the wine shop. Yan Chixia bid farewell, saying: "Liu Xian, my brother will rush to the capital tomorrow to attend a grand Buddhist ceremony. If fate permits, we will meet again someday."

  It's another Dharma Assembly...

  Chen Jianchen was taken aback and said: "Well, I wish you a smooth journey, Brother Yan!"

  He and Yan Chixia were just acquaintances, but they had a sense of familiarity. Unfortunately, after drinking together for a while, the other party had to leave for Beijing. It felt similar to parting with Guang Han. However, Daoist cultivators are all like this, coming and going freely like the wind, without much attachment or farewell.

  Yan Chixia didn't say another word and turned around to leave with big strides.

  Chen Jianchen watched him leave, suddenly feeling a bit dizzy. The wine he had just drunk was too much for him. He mustered up his spirits and walked in the direction of home.

  After walking for a while, I felt more and more dizzy and my feet felt light, so I quickly found a place on the side of the street to sit down and rest, planning to wait until the effects of the wine had passed before heading back.

  "Hey, young master! Please wake up..."

  In a daze, Chen Jianchen felt someone calling him, the voice was faint and he couldn't tell if it was near or far. He suddenly opened his eyes to find that he had dozed off just now.

  In front of him stood a young girl dressed as a maid, about eleven or twelve years old, shouting at him.

  Chen Jianchen shook his head and asked: "Miss, are you calling me?"

  The maid smiled and said with a curtsy: "Young master must have had too much to drink?"

  Chen Jianchen smiled wryly and said, "Indeed, I had a bit too much to drink."

  The maid stretched out her hand, in which was a package wrapped in white paper. "This is an old dried tuckahoe root, very effective for dispelling the effects of wine... Ah, yes! It's my young mistress who told me to give it to you."

  "Is she your daughter?"

  Chen Jianchen was somewhat perplexed - could it be that he had dozed off on the street for a moment, only to be seen by some rich young lady?

  ——Alright, this is absolutely just feeling good about myself!

  The maid pointed with one hand, pointing at a delicate sedan chair that was parked not far away.

  The sedan chair stopped over there, the curtains were tightly closed, looking like a cage. It seemed to feel Chen Jianchen's gaze, and the curtain slightly opened a slit, with bright eyes peeking out from inside, and as soon as they met Chen Jianchen's eyes, the curtain immediately covered again.

  It shouldn't be Nie Xiaoqian, otherwise why hide?

  Chen Jianchen coughed dryly and stood up, saying: "I understand your young lady's intention, but I'm fine now, thank you."

  He made a bow and walked away with a gentle pace. After a short while, the intoxication dissipated by half, and he moved freely again.

  That maid stomped her foot and had to run back to the sedan chair, saying: "Miss, that one is ungrateful. Good intentions are being treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, many people are eager for Miss to give them things, but he's fine, turning around and leaving; I think he's just an uncouth fool."

  From her perspective, Chen Jianchen should have happily accepted the gift of lotus root from Ge Gen, thanked him politely, and then inquired about his daughter's name - if things went smoothly afterwards, they could have acted out a romantic story between a talented young man and a beautiful woman... but that scoundrel just patted his butt and walked away without even farting once.

  A faint voice came from inside the sedan: "Xiang Er, let's go. It's just a chance encounter on the street. What he did is also normal human behavior."

  Xiang'er asked curiously: "By the way, why did you give him the kudzu root? Was it because he's so handsome?"

  "Xiang Er, you're getting more and more problems."

  Xiang'er stuck out her tongue and smiled, instructing the sedan chair bearers to lift the sedan chair, and they walked away with a gentle swaying motion.

  Chen Jianchen returned home, and Mo Sanniang smelled the wine on him. She hastily said: "A Bao, quickly brew a cup of strong tea." She thought that her son had gone drinking with Wang Fu, and it was inevitable for friends to socialize, so she didn't say anything more.

  Ah Bao quickly brought over a strong tea to help Chen Jianchen sober up.

  Chen Jianchen took a big gulp, feeling refreshed, and then finished the rest of it in several more mouthfuls. After that, he excused himself to his mother and went back to his room to sleep.

  Time flies, and more than ten days have passed in the blink of an eye. August 15th has arrived, and Wu Wencai has already booked the entire Shuangyuan Building, not receiving any external guests, but instead hosting a grand wine feast for his invited noble guests.

  Chen Jianchen is also one of them.

  He and Wu Wencai had some friction, but no grudges. Since the other party invited him, it was not good to refuse. Moreover, he had already written a letter to Nie Xiaoqian, which happened to be the right time, so he could find an opportunity to deliver the letter and ink to her, and settle one thing on his mind.

  Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is full in the sky, celebrities gather, it will definitely be a lively and bustling grand banquet. At the banquet, I'm sure many people want to rush out to grab an eye-catching role.

  Is there anyone who can guess what word the protagonist wrote to Nie Xiaoqian? Well, this question is indeed very mind-boggling and difficult to guess, but I believe that the wisdom of the masses is infinite...