Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

The bartenders and waiters at this restaurant are all very efficient, which may be due to the silver coin.

After Murong Fu finished giving his instructions, the wine and wine bowls were prepared, and Qiao Feng sat down next to him.

He didn't ask Murong Fu's name, but his eyes were full of admiration.

Azhu had sobered up, but she no longer drank. With nothing else to do, she poured wine for the two of them.

Qiao Feng didn't glance at A'Zhu again, but stared at the wine bowl, watching the clear wine swirl and fill the rough glazed bowl. He kept saying thank you, his chest filled with pride and his heart full of joy.

Too many things have happened in the Beggars' Sect lately, especially the death of Ma Dayuan, which made Qiao Feng feel very suffocated.

However, as the gang leader, he was surrounded by a strict hierarchy. The disciples usually had some respect for him. The elders and branch leaders were mostly too old to enjoy themselves. His peers were scattered all over the country, and when they met, they were usually on important missions. He could drink a lot, but the others dared not drink too much, for fear of messing things up.

Therefore, during this period, Qiao Feng always drank alone. Drinking alone is fine, but it can never compare to drinking with someone.

He was naturally happy to meet Murong Fu today, a generous man who was willing to drink and chat with Qiao Feng.

As he spoke, he raised his large bowl, clinked it against Murong Fu's, and drank it down in one gulp.

It's already April, and the temperature is rising, but it fluctuates. Right now, it's just past noon, and the temperature is around 20 degrees Celsius. After drinking a bowl of slightly chilled strong liquor freshly poured from the vat, I feel incredibly comfortable.

"readily!"

Qiao Feng couldn't help but sigh, and exchanged a smile with Murong Fu.

Azhu didn't say anything, she just kept pouring wine.

After downing another two jin of wine, Murong Fu felt a slight heat rising in his body, likely due to the alcohol accelerating blood flow.

With a slight circulation of the Mingyu Gong, the Xuanhan True Qi soothed the heat, and his flushed face regained its radiance.

Qiao Feng observed this and was amazed. After all, it's normal for one's face to turn slightly red after drinking alcohol. He had a high alcohol tolerance and recovered quickly, but it was impossible for him to return to normal in just a breath or two. He wondered if it was due to his unique martial arts skills or his special constitution.

But the next second, something surprising happened.

Murong Fu placed her delicate hands on the wine jar on the table, then circulated her inner energy, her white jade-like knuckles turning blue, and wisps of cool air emanated from them.

Murong Fu withdrew his hand with satisfaction, leaving a frosty handprint where he had just touched the spot.

"Brother, I find this wine not refreshing enough, try this one!"

Then, Murong Fu used his index finger as a pivot, exerted force with his thumb, and flipped his palm, tilting the wine jar to the side.

Wine was slowly flowing from the mouth of the jar.

Qiao Feng was amazed by this. From the way Murong Fu poured the wine, he could see that he had excellent control over his strength. And his skill of freezing ice with his bare hands was something he had never heard of or seen before.

Could it have come from the snow-capped mountains of Northwest China?

But Qiao Feng didn't have time to think about it further.

Because the wine is full.

It's clearly the same jar of wine, but this bowl looks exceptionally clear and pure.

Upon closer inspection, wisps of cold air could be seen emanating from the air.

Qiao Feng's appetite was whetted, and he picked up the wine and drank it all in one gulp. It turned out that there were wisps of Mingyu True Qi in the wine, which mixed with the wine and swept through his mouth, causing the temperature to rise all the way down.

It passed through his throat and chest, and fell into his stomach, causing him to exhale a breath of cold air, feeling a sense of comfort all over his body.

"That feels so good!"

Brother, what kind of trick is this?

I am utterly ignorant and have never heard of such a thing before; it is truly a fortunate occasion to witness it today!

As he spoke, Qiao Feng picked up the wine jar, and found it to be ice-cold to the touch, so he refilled it for the two of them.

After finishing his drink, Murong Fu didn't start a fight, since the Mingyu True Qi in the wine originated from him. He slowly said:

"This is a characteristic of my technique, which is that I can make iced drinks in the sweltering summer."

Don't worry about it, brother, cheers!

After finishing another bowl of wine, Qiao Feng shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"Alas—that is incorrect."

I only learned today that this cultivation method contains such a convenient element.

After drinking a few bowls of wine, the two became like old friends, engaging in lively conversation, discussing everything from the north and south to national affairs.

The two got along very well as they talked. Murong Fu's education was far superior to Qiao Feng's, and he had a much broader historical perspective. His words were like a wake-up call, giving Qiao Feng a lot of inspiration.

Upon hearing the exciting parts, Qiao Feng even slammed his hand on the table in admiration, which startled A'Zhu.

Why is this long-haired giant so easily startled?

In fact, A'Zhu had spent too much time with Murong Fu and had become accustomed to his extraordinary nature, and had regarded Murong Fu as a god since childhood.

Worship is the furthest point from understanding, so A'Zhu naturally lacked a true understanding of what Murong Fu said.

However, Qiao Feng had traveled all over the country for many years and had been organizing the Beggars' Sect to fight against the Liao Dynasty and guard against the Mongols. He believed that he had extraordinary knowledge.

I never expected to meet such an extraordinary man today; I am overjoyed.

"Brother, may I ask your name?"

I am Qiao Feng of the Beggars' Sect. To meet you today is truly a stroke of good fortune. If you wouldn't mind, how about we become sworn brothers?

Wouldn't it be wonderful to drink and chat from now on?!

"I am Murong Fu from Gusu. I have long heard of Chief Qiao's name. I never expected to meet you here today. It is truly a fortunate occasion. Becoming sworn brothers is something I could only wish for."

"Hey buddy, go outside and buy some incense and candles. Brother Qiao and I are going to become sworn brothers here."

He then took out some silver coins and threw them to the waiter. The waiter caught the coins, bowed, and left without saying a word.

Qiao Feng was delighted upon hearing this.

To his delight, Qiao Feng also heard the world praise him as "Qiao Feng of the North, Murong of the South."

This young master Murong must be a hero. Qiao Feng loves to make friends with heroes from all over the world, but the two of them had no chance to meet before, which has always been a regret. He never expected that they would meet at the dinner table today, which must be fate.

Shockingly, Ma Dayuan's cause of death was his signature move, the "Throat Lock Grappling Hand." Some members of the gang already believed that this was the style of Murong Fu from Gusu, the so-called "using their own methods against them"—using one's opponent's signature move to kill them.

However, this argument is not convincing, because Murong Fu had never had any conflict with the Beggars' Clan, and none of the brothers had ever heard of Ma Dayuan having any grudges against him. Moreover, although Ma Dayuan's fatal wound was in his throat, it could have been caused by other chokehold techniques... That's why Qiao Feng mobilized the entire clan to search for clues.

Today, Qiao Feng encountered Murong Fu by chance, and during their conversation, he confirmed that the other party was indeed a true hero with an open and honest heart.

Having witnessed the opponent's moves, he believed that the opponent's martial arts skills were definitely no less than his own. After all, a great reputation rarely comes without merit.

In particular, his Mingyu True Qi was unheard of and unseen before. Killing Brother Ma would be as easy as killing a chicken or a monkey...

How could such a true hero do something as heinous as murdering loyal and virtuous people?

Qiao Feng then stopped doubting and, after the shopkeeper bought back incense and candles, he and Murong Fu immediately burned incense and became sworn brothers.