final catastrophe

Chapter 189 5. Go as soon as you say it ([-]rd update - To the Sith family)
How spicy is the wine?Nothing is the hottest.

How sweet is the wine?Full of sorrow is the sweetest.

In a banquet, some people drink for the atmosphere, some people drink for the mood, some people drink together, and some people drink the wine in the glass alone.

The hustle and bustle, until it dispersed, but it was still a lonely empty hall.

The five kings and robbers were the last to toast, and even the witch king Jia Buyu came in person, so he naturally has his confidence in coming.

The first glass of wine was naturally toasted to today's protagonist Xia Zhangjiao.

For the second cup, he found Sima Jia who was eating peanuts.Smiling, she sat opposite him, held the wine cup and placed it flat in front of him, her eyes quickly swept across his silver hair, and then said with a smile, "One?"

Sima Jia rolled his eyes, casually picked up the wine glass and said, "Oh, long live my king, long live, long live, long live, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and you have already become king. The grassroots are really terrified."

Although he said these words, he didn't show the slightest respect.

Jia Buyu touched the big black mole and said, "How long did it take, in Xiangyang City, don't say that person is not you."

Sima Jia laughed and said casually, "It's really not me."

He talks like fart, totally unbelievable, but he's having fun doing it himself.

Jia Buyu also seemed to understand his temperament, pinched the mole with a smile, and said in a low voice, "Don't let me catch you in the brothel."

Sima Jia laughed and said, "Do you want my king to come together? Double dragons and phoenixes, it's not a good feeling."

Jia Buyu suddenly lost interest in continuing the conversation with him. So he briefly clinked glasses with the man in front of him, and then quickly distanced himself.

With a slightly drunken smile, he was still wandering around, looking for someone to drink, but suddenly he seemed to notice something, and the corners of his eyes twitched crazily.

He quickly lowered his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. During the process, his steps were not slow and his expression remained unchanged, which made it impossible to detect the abnormality at all.

Then he staggered to his seat, cast a glance at the beauty who came with him, and said with a smile: "Xiao Hu? Little Che'er? Accompany uncle to relieve me."

This beauty is not Jia Buyu's concubine, but the third of the Wushan bandits among the original nine bandits, and she is also a master whose personal strength has just broken through to the peak of the Holy Realm.

Hu Che'er's weapons are two short halberds, one is black, named Sanghun, and the other is bright white, named Xuexue.

Although she is a woman, she is tall and slender, with a unique wildness that is set off by a strong outfit, with a wheat complexion, and a horizontal scar under her cheek, which shows a sense of fierceness.

"Che'er, let's go, I can't hold back anymore."

Hearing her boss being so teased, Hu Che'er rarely had a fit, but said coldly: "Witch King, you've drunk too much, I'll go with you."

Immediately, the two disappeared into the courtyard.

But this is also normal. After all, the Witch King's status is noble, and his martial arts are not as good as the other four kings, but it is indeed a bit commonplace. It is normal to bring a "guard" when going out to the toilet, and there is nothing suspicious about it.

So everyone continued to drink happily.

On the other hand, Jia Buyu didn't go to the toilet at all, but went out with Hu Che'er, so he found an excuse to go out from the side door, and immediately rode his horse down the mountain at a high speed, galloping for dozens of miles before he regained his breath.

"What's wrong?" Hu Che'er couldn't help asking.

But although she didn't understand, she never questioned it.

In her heart, the head of the family never makes mistakes.

No matter when, never.

Just like the Wudang disciples who blindly believed in their elder brother.

Jia Buyu ignored her, but pinched his fingers to calculate, rolled his eyes, then raised his whip and said, "Keep running, let him run another hundred miles!"

"Don't do that, master."

"do not stop!"

"do not do that."

"do not stop!!"

Just like this, the peerless strategist continued his galloping journey with his generals.
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Wudang Mountain.

The banquet was at the end, the heroes were very happy, they got up to leave one after another, Sima Jia looked at it with a smile, and while tossing peanuts, he said enthusiastically: "Sit down, and drink two more pots?"

Feeling the enthusiasm of this Wudang master, the heroes sat down honestly, and most of them said goodbye resolutely with fists in their hands.

Although those who sat down were persuaded to drink a few more drinks, they would still show their ugly face after all, so they got up and left without persuasion.

People go empty.

The little Taoist priests began to tidy up the courtyard.

And Sima Jia's eyes suddenly turned to the direction of the mountain gate, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, and when he looked up again, he saw that the twilight was like blood, and the leaves in the rose sun were covered with a layer of fishy red.

He closed his eyes and calculated in his head, but his brows were furrowed and he didn't have an answer.

But at this time, a person stumbled into the courtyard.

Looking carefully, it is Jing Yan, a fourth-generation elite disciple of the school who is touring the boundary today.

"Master, master, it's not good." Jing Yan hurriedly said when he saw the young man sitting in the middle.

Oh no?
That's great.

Xia Ji nodded, and said calmly: "There is no need to panic, just speak slowly."

Jing Yan looked at the young teacher sitting upright and raising his hand, who was obviously not much older than him, and felt an inexplicable peace and sense of security in his heart, so he hurriedly told the story.

Halfway through the speech, Sima Jia stopped him, looked up at the head teacher, the two of them met each other's eyes, and Xia Ji nodded.

So Sima Jia turned his gaze to the disciples who were still cleaning the courtyard: "You all go back first.

By the way, old six, old seven, you stay and listen. "

Mo Xieluo felt the inexplicable solemnity, so he nodded, and stood aside, drinking mulled wine, but did not speak. From the beginning to the present, he has been drinking mulled wine, and he does not know what he is thinking.

As for the seventh child of the Wudang Seven Heroes, "Moonfall" Zhang Chujing also nodded quietly, and sat respectfully on one side, taking in everything in a glance like a gentleman.

However, at this moment, a burly man wearing a chef's coat strode in from outside, stuck out his big head and asked, "Brothers, what's the matter, do you want me to come?"

Sima Jia rolled his eyes and said, "Fourth brother, it's just a coincidence, come here quickly."

The burly fat man laughed, and sat down next to the elder brother as deftly as a pigeon.

boom!
Like a meteor falling to the ground, the long bench was instantly split into two by him, the elder brother was chewing peanuts, as if he was not surprised, but he did not move away.

After all, the daily "extra meals" are all in the hands of my fourth child, so it's better not to offend.

Qi Sixia, "cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle" is a joy!A chef, the skill of butchering cattle with one hand has long been superb, but it is said that he has not used a knife on people for more than 20 years, and he was still in the established state more than 20 years ago.

So generally Wudang would not send him out if there was something wrong, because he didn't know his details.
Fortunately, Qi Sixia himself does not fight. He is obsessed with cooking and cannot extricate himself. He spends his free time researching new ingredients and dishes. Recently, he even got mixed up with Xiao Xianger brought by the head teacher.

(End of this chapter)