Chapter 116: Drowning Sorrow in Wine The original intention of opening the Immortal Gate Conference was to make the relationship between the various immortal gates closer, but now because of the Lingxiao Double Sword Technique and the Linghui Sword, the immortal gates are instead wary of each other. Fortunately, not all immortal sects have undergone drastic changes in their attitudes, such as the Guanghan Sect and its leader Yuntian. As soon as the first day of competition was over, Yuntian immediately took Guanyue to Beifeng and, like the host, invited her to have a drink under the peach tree and discuss swordsmanship. When He Qing came back, he saw the wine jars neatly arranged in a row. He felt that something was wrong and wanted to retreat back to the room immediately, but was stopped by Yun Tian. "He Qing," Yun Tian said, "You have been avoiding me for three days. Brother Guan Yue is here too. Let's chat together." He Qing said helplessly: "Brother Yun, the conference has just begun. It would be fine if you, as the head of the sect, did not supervise your disciples to prepare well, but why are you leading the way in drinking?" Yuntian showed an expression that said "You don't understand this, do you?" "Guanghan Sect doesn't care about those empty words. We even have sword techniques that can only be practiced when drunk." "..." "Come, come," Yuntian dragged Heqing under the tree, letting her look at Guanyue, who was also speechless, and said, "This time I saw you, not only did you look listless all day, but you were also so pedantic? Are you afraid that you will drink too much and won't be able to come tomorrow?" The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously. Yuntian pointed out so bluntly that Heqing has been in poor condition recently that Heqing was a little at a loss as to how to respond.
She glanced at Guanyue who had also noticed this, hesitated for a while, and finally sat down cross-legged helplessly, saying expressionlessly: "The monks don't drink in order to observe the precepts. Moreover, we have magic to protect our bodies, how can we get drunk?" Yuntian easily picked up a jar of wine and threw it to Guanyue, saying confidently: "Either don't drink it, or don't use magic if you want to drink it. Why drink wine if you can't feel drunk?" He Qing choked again. Yuntian picked up another jar of wine and handed it to Heqing, then he picked up a jar and quickly opened the red cover, then raised his head and started drinking, finishing half of the jar in one breath. Yun Tian wiped the wine off his face and said with a look of satisfaction, "Based on what I have observed today, it will be hard for my Guanghan Sect to meet an opponent in this Immortal Sect Conference." "What do you say?" He Qing held the jar of wine and clinked glasses with Guanyue across from him, then took a sip. Yuntian said, "Look, the several sects that also practice swordsmanship have never been a match for our Guanghan Sect. And the sects that rely on tacit understanding and accuracy to form a coordinated formation are not specialized in swordsmanship. So the rest of them have no rivals, right?" He Qing smiled and raised his chin slightly towards Guanyue: "Guanyue, Brother Yun is looking down on you." Guan Yue also smiled, nodded and pretended to be modest, saying: "I am not talented, and there are only ten disciples and five groups participating in the competition this time. I hope that Master Yuntian will give me some advice." Yuntian glanced at He Qing who was drinking one sip after another and said, "You want to sow discord between me and Tianxuanshan, right? You girl, you are so mean." Then he said to Guanyue frankly, "It's not about teaching. I invited you to Beifeng because I want you to take a look at the quality of my disciples first, so that we can both have an idea." After that, he called four disciples and asked them to fight in front of Guanyue. He Qing held the jar of wine and laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. He didn't know whether Yuntian took this conference seriously or not. Guanyue was his biggest competitor, and he actually showed it to the other party in advance. He was not afraid that Guanyue would make a plan as soon as he returned. Looking at the four disciples again, they did not feel embarrassed at all about being asked by their elders to perform talents. Instead, they seemed honored and fought with sword energy. After the "show" was over, Yuntian quickly asked: "How was it?" Guan Yue pondered and nodded: "These four young men are indeed the best among sword cultivators. It seems that after this conference, my disciples will definitely have new insights." This was quite an emotionally intelligent statement, but Yuntian was not satisfied. He raised the wine jar and clinked it with Heqing's, saying, "He is dishonest. These four people are my favorites to win the championship. They can definitely beat at least two groups of his disciples." Guanyue smiled gently and said, "Master Yuntian, you are too polite. I don't want to let him show off." "What's wrong with that? We should acknowledge the excellence of others," Yun Tian said as a matter of course, "For example, the two disciples from your sect who are working with He Qing's sect, I think they are very capable of competing with our Guanghan Sect." As soon as these words came out, He Qing and Guan Yue looked at each other at the same time, with something in their eyes that only they could understand that was hard to describe - The cooperation between Gu Changnian and Hua Chiyu was not very smooth. Although they had learned the first section of the Lingxiao Double Sword Technique and were still practicing diligently tonight, at best, they could only be considered to be able to fight for a while and were far from having mastered it. As Hua Chiyu's master, Guanyue was naturally very clear about this situation.
As for He Qing, although the plot of the original book was advanced a bit, she still believed that Gu Changnian and Hua Chiyu would definitely win the championship. But after seeing the cooperation of the four Guanghan Sect disciples just now, and then thinking back to the cooperation between Gu Changnian and Hua Chiyu, she couldn't help but feel that it was a bit suspenseful. Of course, feelings are feelings, and deep down in He Qing's heart, he still vaguely hopes that this feeling can come true... ■ The Yuntian group's drinking party didn't end until nearly midnight. It was obvious that Heqing and Guanyue were both reluctant to sit down at first, but they actually started drinking, and they emptied the remaining wine jars. After returning to the mountain, no matter how much He Qing wanted to act "the same as always", he could not stop the dejection emanating from the bottom of his heart, and even from his bones and blood. As for Guan Yue's distress, it was roughly the same as He Qing's. They all fell in love with someone they shouldn't have. Yuntian’s main purpose was to chat with others, to comfort them, but also to probe into other people. Fortunately, Guanyue and Heqing both had high levels of cultivation. Even if they did not deliberately use magic to protect their bodies, their physical fitness was not bad and they would not be drunk to the point of losing consciousness. "Don't want to drink anymore?" Yuntian helped the staggering Guanyue to stand up and asked, "Drink some more?" Guan Yue shook his head slowly: "What I did today was inappropriate. I'll take my leave now." Seeing Guanyue walking unsteadily, Yuntian couldn't help but laugh out loud: "How can I feel at ease if you go back to Nanfeng like this?" Then he turned back to Heqing and said, "I'll see him off." He Qing leaned against the peach tree to catch his breath, waved his hand casually, and turned to walk towards his room. Normally, He Qing didn't feel how big this yard was, and it only took a moment to get to his room. But now he felt dizzy and every step he took felt as heavy as if his feet were filled with lead. After finally arriving at the corridor like a wandering soul, He Qing was so tired that he leaned against the pillar, taking long breaths, trying to force the alcohol out of his body first. But as soon as he adjusted his breathing, he saw a reflection appear on the floor tiles in the corridor. (End of this chapter)
