After fifteen years of cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the first rank!

Chapter 147 Wine

The atmosphere at the table was quiet. Hu Ruian and the old man in hemp clothes didn't seem to want to talk to each other. They just ate their food and wine in silence.

At this time, Li Musheng watched the martial arts competition on the stone platform boredly for a while, and then glanced at the little girl who had been eating non-stop since she sat down at the table and almost finished a whole roast chicken.

"The little guy is quite a eater. Come on, eat these roasted squabs too."

Li Musheng picked up a plate of golden pigeons, placed it in front of the little girl in pink, and said with a smile.

The other party is such a good eater, like a big eater. It's a good opportunity to watch Douyin on the spot and let him perform a food show for him. This is much more interesting than a fight on stage.

Hearing this, the little girl in pink touched her belly, looked at the pigeon in front of her, and then blinked and asked Li Musheng:

"Can I take it away?"

Li Musheng raised his eyebrows and said seriously:

"Where did you learn this bad habit at such a young age? There are people sitting at the table, and you're packing it up and putting it in your pocket. Do you have the nerve to do that?"

Everything has been packed up and taken away. How can he watch the food show?
After these words were spoken, the little girl in pink was stunned for a moment. After she realized what was happening, she pursed her lips and turned to look at the old man in hemp clothes beside her.

The old man in hemp clothes glanced at Li Musheng, narrowed his eyes slightly, touched the little girl's head with his rough hand, but said nothing.

Hu Ruian, who was standing next to him, looked suspicious when he saw this. He didn't know why Li Musheng would tease a little girl for no reason.

At this time, seeing that Li Musheng didn't allow her to pack the roast pigeon, the little girl in pink gritted her teeth, reached out and picked up a pigeon from the plate, and continued to gnaw on it.

Seeing this, Li Musheng nodded with satisfaction. Murong Xiaoya opened her mouth, looked at the little girl's increasingly swollen belly, and wanted to whisper something to persuade her, but after glancing at Li Musheng, she suddenly shrank her neck and finally said nothing.

"Are you all used to the simple food and wine at the villa?"

The manager of Zhanlu Villa came back and respectfully led the group of people behind him to the lake pavilion where Li Musheng was.

One of them was a middle-aged man with a warm face, who politely bowed and asked questions to Li Musheng and others.

The man was about fifty years old, with eyebrows and eyes as dark as mountains, wearing a dark green robe, and a short sword with a bronze deer head embedded in its scabbard hanging at his waist.

Two people were walking side by side with him. One of them was a burly giant with muscular body, wrapped in a black robe with cloud peaks, a navy blue tattoo on his neck, and tiger eyes that were sharp and intimidating.

The other person was a pale-faced scholar, as thin as a bamboo, wearing an indigo silk gown. He looked frail, but hung a large black iron brush about two feet long on his waist.

When Hu Ruian saw the middle-aged man who was speaking, his eyes flickered slightly, but he concealed it well and said with a bow:

"I'm sorry to bother you when I pass by your precious place. Thank you, Master Shen, for your hospitality."

When Hu Ruian spoke, his voice was disguised, and even Wu Shang and others could not hear any flaws.

At this time, the old man in hemp clothes also nodded slightly to Shen Liancheng, the owner of Zhanlu Villa, and said:
"The food in your manor is excellent. Thank you for your hospitality."

Hearing this, Shen Liancheng smiled and said:

"As long as you don't mind."

As he spoke, he glanced at Hu Ruian and the old man in hemp clothes, and continued:
"I just heard from my subordinates that both of you are masters of the martial arts world. Forgive me for being so presumptuous, but I really can't recognize your identities. I wonder if you could tell me your names and allow me to make friends with you."

Hu Ruian was well prepared for this. He gave a false name and background, saying only that they were from Jingzhou and were passing by Zhanlu Villa on their way to Shengzhou.

The old man in sackcloth clothes was even more perfunctory, saying only that he was a country bumpkin, without even telling his name.

Seeing this, Shen Liancheng didn't seem to care. He chatted with him for a few minutes, then asked the butler to bring a jar of "Linglu Wine" and then said goodbye and left.

Not long after, Shen Liancheng and the others returned to the lake pavilion where they were originally. After dismissing the servants, he poured wine for the burly man and middle-aged scholar around him one by one and asked:
"I wonder what Elder Bei and Mr. Xu think of those two people just now?"

Hearing this, the burly man Beishi snorted coldly, emptied his glass, and said, "They are certainly quite powerful, all masters of the Heavenly Realm. It's just that they are arrogant and secretive, not even revealing their real names. It's obvious that they don't take Manor Master Shen seriously at all."

The middle-aged scholar thought for a moment and said slowly:

"I can't tell where that old man in hemp clothes came from, and I haven't heard of him in the martial arts world recently."

"The other five are obviously led by the young man with no zhenqi in his body. Judging from the words and actions of the other two young men, I suspect they are likely from the Dali court. However, their specific identities are unknown."

After saying this, Beishi glanced at the middle-aged scholar Xu Qingcang and said indifferently:

"What are the people of the Dali court? Once they enter the territory of Luoshen Peak, even a dragon will be coiled in obedience to us."

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes and said to Shen Liancheng:
"If you ask me, why did Manor Master Shen go to such great lengths to organize a martial arts competition to find a bride? Is it possible that our Young Peak Master, with his extraordinary talent, is not worthy of your third daughter?"

The middle-aged scholar Xu Qingcang shook his head and interrupted:
"Elder Bei, your words are wrong. Our children's marriage is no joke."

"Also, although the Young Master of Guifeng is outstanding, there are many young talents in the martial arts world who are better than him. Master Shen's method of inviting a bride through a martial arts competition is naturally a very appropriate and fair move."

Hearing this, Beishi glared at Xu Qingcang and sneered:
"As for your general's second son, my young peak master could easily defeat him in just two moves. You, a frail, skinny guy, better stop dreaming."

Upon seeing this, Shen Liancheng hurried to smooth things over, while the middle-aged scholar narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not argue with the other party.

……

At the same time, in the lake pavilion where Li Musheng was, the two young people, a man and a woman, who were originally sitting at the table, both had their eyes shining after seeing the Linglu wine brought by the servants of the villa.

"This wine is truly excellent. It's unique to Zhanlu Villa, and only one jar is produced every thirty years. It's considered one of the two great treasures of Zhanlu Villa, along with the 'Deer-Slaying Knife.'"

Hu Ruian lifted the brown wine jar in his hand with one hand and shook it lightly. The mud seal on it fell off quietly and the cork lid flew off.

In an instant, an extremely strong aroma of wine wafted out. Just by smelling the fragrance, everyone had a wonderful feeling of being slightly tipsy. It was very tempting and made people salivate.

Wu Shang and the others all looked surprised, and swallowed subconsciously as they looked at the wine jar in Hu Ruian's hand.

Hu Ruian took a light sniff, closed his eyes slightly in intoxication, then opened his eyes and put the wine jar back on the table, saying:

"Don't worry, test for poison first."

Upon hearing this, Wu Shang quickly took out the silver needle to test it. After seeing that there was no problem, Hu Ruian nodded and said:
"Pour a glass for the young master first."

Wu Shang immediately brought a wine glass and filled it up for Li Musheng. Li Musheng's eyes lit up:
"This wine looks really good."

After saying that, he drank the Linglu wine in the cup in one gulp.

The wine was as clear as melted snow in early spring, and the aftertaste was as lingering as the floral and fruity flavor of late autumn, which made Li Musheng unable to resist ordering another glass.

At this time, Hu Ruian had no intention of keeping it all for himself, and gestured to pour it for everyone at the table one by one.

However, the old man in hemp clothes waved his hand and had no intention of drinking.

Seeing this, no one tried to persuade him. After all, if one less person drank, everyone could get more.

At this time, Murong Xiaoya was also attracted by the aroma of wine. She picked up the wine glass and was about to taste it. However, the little girl in pink suddenly said:

"Sister, it's not good for girls to drink."

After saying that, he knocked the wine glass out of the other person's hand.

(End of this chapter)