Traveling through Tianlong: Starting from the Zhenlong chess game

Chapter 43 Wine Fight at Songhe Tower

In the original world, Zhao Mu was not only incomprehensible but also angry when he saw these plots.

The world is always too harsh on good people and too tolerant on bad people. The quality of a person often depends on the last thing he does.

Bad people have done bad things all their lives, committing murder, arson, rape, robbery and all kinds of evil. Before he died, he did the only good thing in his life. A group of people would say that he "returned from his lost ways" and "the prodigal son turned back." He has even been set up as a model and a representative of "great righteousness" who "abandons evil and pursues good".

A good person does good deeds throughout his life, but when he is dying, he does an evil deed in a single thought. Then all the real good things he has done before will be wiped out, and he will even be labeled a "hypocrite" and "the fox's tail is finally exposed." Even those who have received his favor will join in condemning him along with unrelated bystanders. Let him be "infamous for eternity."

I don’t know what other people think, but Zhao Mu feels that this kind of logic is quite bastard.

A bad person has committed evil deeds throughout his life, but in the end, he just said "put down the butcher's knife" and wiped it all away. So do the people who died innocently and tragically at his hands just deserve it?

Zhao Mu has always believed that a stranger who is neither a relative nor an acquaintance is not qualified to forgive a wicked person on behalf of a victim who died tragically.

After Zhao Mu made up his mind, he came to Songhe Tower in Wuxi City with a little expectation.

Zhao Mu was richly dressed and well-equipped. As soon as he entered the door, he was invited to a private seat on the second floor by the waiter. It’s a great view here, great scenery.

As soon as Zhao Mu sat down, a big man on the west seat turned around and looked at him with two cold eyes.

Zhao Mu also noticed Qiao Feng immediately.

After all, this Qiao gang leader is tall and has an aloof demeanor. Although his clothes were a bit worse, he still stood like a crane among the chickens in this market place. Very eye-catching.

At this time, the waiter asked: "I wonder what the guest would like to eat?"

Zhao Mu replied: "Bring a pot of good wine and pick up three or five of the good dishes you are good at. Just come up!"

The waiter looked at Zhao Mu, who was wearing a brocade robe, and then said: "Okay! Sir, please wait a moment. It's here!"

With that said, the waiter turned around and left.

At this time, Qiao Feng looked over again. The two looked at each other for a long time, and Zhao Mu smiled and bowed his hands to Qiao Feng. Upon seeing this, Qiao Feng returned the favor with clasped fists.

At this time, the waiter picked up a few cold dishes and drinks and brought them to Zhao Mu.

Qiao Feng and Zhao Mu continued to look at each other, and Zhao Mu then said to the waiter: "Second servant, this uncle's debt is also on me."

Qiao Feng wanted to say something when he saw this, but he swallowed his words again and just smiled and nodded to Zhao Mu.

At this moment, the beggar gang boy who came to report to Qiao Feng also arrived just like in the plot.

They whispered a few words into Qiao Feng's ear. Although others could not hear them, Zhao Mu, who had a sharp ear and eyesight, listened to them all.

When Qiao Feng dismissed the boy and looked at Zhao Mu again, Zhao Mu was not as panicked as Duan Yu and dropped his wine glass to the ground.

Zhao Mu still held the wine glass in a gentle manner, made a toast gesture to Qiao Feng, and then drank the wine in one gulp. He even left the cup empty as a sign to Qiao Feng to "do it first as a courtesy".

When Qiao Feng saw how heroic the person in front of him was, he smiled and said, "Brother, would you please come over and have a drink with me?"

Zhao Mu said: "Very good! Very good!" As he said that, he hit his table with a palm, and then there was only a harsh sound of "squeaking", and the Eight Immortals table in front of Zhao Mu merged directly. In front of Qiao Feng's desk.

But when the two tables collided, there was no vibration. Zhao Mu slowly came to the front and sat down.

The two sat face to face. Zhao Mu picked up the wine glass in front of him and said, "Do it first as a courtesy!" After that, Zhao Mu drank the wine in the glass.

When Qiao Feng saw this "awe-inspiring" person in front of him, he smiled and said, "Okay! I'm glad, brother, but your wine glass is too small."

"Bartender! Bring two big bowls! Beat ten catties of sorghum!" The bartender asked at this time: "Uncle, can you finish the ten catties of sorghum?"

Zhao Mu heard this and said: "The people in the North are so generous, and ten pounds of wine is not too much. Call me quickly!"

When the bartender saw the two men's gunpowder-filled looks, he didn't dare to say anything at the moment. Then he placed two large bowls and a large jar of wine in front of the two men.

Zhao Mu naturally knew the reason for Qiao Feng's hostility towards him. That's because, just like in the original story, he regarded himself as Murong Fu. Compared to Duan Yu's "soft and cute milk bag", he looks more like Murong Fu.

Zhao Mu and Qiao Feng were in tit-for-tat, just wanting to create an opportunity for Qiao Feng to "get acquainted without fighting".

Zhao Mu has already thought about it. He can use the reason of "tracking down the Xixia people". He "mistakenly" thought that Qiao Feng, a northern man, was a warrior from Xixia Yipintang, so he got close to Qiao Feng.

Otherwise, given that Qiao Feng knows countless people and is the leader of a gang, it would be difficult for him to trust himself in any other situation.

After all, I am not Duan Yu's "soft and cute milk bag" who looks very innocent at first glance. Sometimes he looks too smart, which is not a good thing.

Qiao Feng poured the wine and drank it all in one gulp, which was considered as repaying Zhao Mu's gift just now. Qiao Feng then said: "How about we two drink ten bowls together first?"

Zhao Mu also poured wine for himself, and then said: "I wish you all! Let's drink a few bowls without restraint, which is a great thing. If we are clear about the enemy and ourselves, and take action, it will be tasteless."

Zhao Mu raised the wine bowl and said boldly: "Please!"

When Qiao Feng saw this, he also laughed and said, "Okay!"

As they said this, the two of them started changing glasses, and before long ten bowls of wine had been drank.

"The wine from the south of the Yangtze River always tastes worse. It's no better than the strong wine from the north." Zhao Mu said while thinking about it.

Zhao Mu said this from his heart. Although he also learned the Six Meridians Divine Sword from Duan Yu, he had no intention of cheating in a drinking contest.

This is because Zhao Mu is really good at drinking, and his drinking capacity is probably not inferior to Qiao Feng in front of him.

Zhao Mu was a businessman before he traveled through time. He accompanied his clients in the business field and his leaders in the interpersonal field. In order to negotiate a business deal or to curry favor with the boss, it is common to drink a glass of strong alcohol in one gulp. When you're in a good mood, you can even open a bottle of vodka. It is even more common for people to drink themselves to the hospital.

His ability to travel into this world has a lot to do with his bad habit of drinking.

After he came to this world, when he tasted these ancient grain wines, they were "as light as water".

Compared with the drinks of his time, the ordinary drinks of this era were not even as "cowardly" as they were.

It was said that Wu Song could handle eighteen bowls of wine by himself. After Zhao Mu personally tasted the wine of this era, he felt that he could do it too.

Qiao Feng also praised: "A good drinker! But since you come to Jiangnan, you have to taste the local customs. Let's come again!"

Then the two of them continued to drink one bowl at a time.

The two of them were equally matched in this drinking fight.

Although Zhao Mu could drink well, he still felt uncomfortable because the wine had not been digested. After the two of them drank more than thirty bowls, Zhao Mu couldn't drink anymore.

Zhao Mu said at this time: "I've had enough wine, I think it's better to stop here. It would be boring to start using my hands!"

After Qiao Feng heard this, he took out a piece of silver from his body and slapped it on the table, saying, "In that case, let's go!"

(End of this chapter)