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Chapter 132 Serving Wine

The people on the viewing platform were stunned when they saw Qi Fei holding a rope with a round little pig tied to the other end. They were all stunned at first, and then couldn't help but laugh.

Where can I find a place to walk pigs?

Whispers rose and fell, some people covered their mouths and chuckled, others shook their heads and smiled, a relaxed atmosphere filled the air.

Only Wu Mengsheng, though blind, slightly turned his head, as if "staring" at the little pig in another way.

He doesn't need his eyes to perceive everything; instead, he sees the true nature of the world more clearly than anyone else.

The little pig felt its skin crawl under Wu Mengsheng's blind gaze.

It whimpered a few times, trying to get away with being cute. It wriggled its round body, flapped its short legs a couple of times, and put on an innocent and silly look.

But Wu Mengsheng continued to "stare" at it, motionless, as if he had seen through all its disguises.

The little pig felt cold sweat breaking out on its forehead.

This blind man is something else entirely!

Just as it thought it was about to be exposed and its mind was racing, trying to decide whether to make a run for its life, Qi Fei said to Wu Mengsheng, "These past few days have been chaotic. Are you alright, Fellow Daoist Wu?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Mengsheng turned his head slightly, no longer "staring" at the pig, and said casually, "They're just a bunch of flies."

A few days ago, the big loach was surrounded and attacked by people, but in his eyes, they were just a bunch of buzzing flies, not worth a second glance.

"And flies, how many there are in the world!" he added.

There are certainly many talented people in the world, but the number of mediocre people is dozens or even hundreds of times greater.

He was a sword cultivator, so naturally he had pride in his heart.

"Haha!" Qi Fei laughed loudly, his voice like the resonance of metal and stone. "After I finish today's storytelling, we'll drink heartily together!"

Wu Mengsheng nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips: "New wine has arrived on the ship; it's a good opportunity for you to try it, fellow Daoist."

Qi Fei stood up, took the little pig by the hand, and strolled leisurely onto the stage of the viewing platform.

A busybody shouted at the top of his lungs, "Storyteller, why are you raising a pig?"

"Could this pig be a miniature pig? It looks rather cute!"

Another man chuckled and deliberately stirred things up, saying, "I'll offer five taels of gold, sir, to sell it to me so I can have an extra meal. When it comes to eating pork, it has to be suckling pig."

Several people burst into laughter, the sound echoing across the viewing platform.

Qi Fei remained calm and patted the little pig's head, smiling as he said, "Because today's story begins with this pig. Legend has it that there was a chicken named Ji Liman in the world. She had a good friend, who was a pig—"

"Wait a minute!" Someone in the audience immediately stood up. "Storyteller, last time we talked about Naruto arriving at Chechi Island and slaying the three demons of the chariots. Why aren't you talking about that today? Instead, you're talking about chickens and pigs!"

"Yes, sir! You can't start a new project!"

"Fill the hole quickly! Fill the hole quickly!"

The crowd erupted in anger, waving hands and shouting at the top of their lungs. These people were all loyal listeners of Qi Fei, and it was precisely because they were so loyal that they would never allow him to dig new pits at such a crucial moment.

Qi Fei raised his hands and pressed them down, smiling reassuringly, "Please calm down, everyone! Today's story is still about Naruto and his friends' adventures at sea; the core themes remain the same. Let me tell you the tale slowly—"

He spoke with great intonation and eloquence, his story full of twists and turns, captivating the audience. Cheers and applause erupted from the audience.

But among the bustling crowd on the viewing platform, two pairs of eyes were secretly and intently watching Qi Fei.

That was Wang Qin and Zhang Jie.

Ever since Qi Fei destroyed the ceremony with a single sword strike that day, everyone in the entire cult, from priests to ordinary believers, has hated Qi Fei to the core.

Especially Long Shi, she was the one who personally brought Qi Fei into the ceremony, inviting a wolf into the house, and she cannot escape her guilt.

However, she was six months pregnant, making her too conspicuous to go herself. So she sent Wang Qin and Zhang Jie, disguised, back to the Great Sea Loach to gather information about Qi Fei and his whereabouts.

At this moment, both of them, whether in terms of physique, appearance, or eyes, had been meticulously modified by the Dragon Master's Skin-Painting Technique, making them look completely different from their previous selves.

If you blend into the crowd, you won't notice anything unusual unless you're very familiar with the person and look closely.

Wang Qin lowered her voice, her gaze coldly fixed on Qi Fei on the stage, her lips twitching slightly: "This is the villain, he's still on the ship. I'll inform Master Long through the painting right now."

Zhang Jie didn't reply, but his gaze was fixed on the little pig that was tied with a rope at Qi Fei's feet.

The more he looked, the more uneasy he felt. A hint of doubt flashed through his mind. He wanted to say something, but dared not. Finally, he spoke softly, "But—your—Celestial Venerable—"

Wang Qin followed his gaze and saw the round little pig rubbing against Qi Fei's legs, acting cute and trying to please him.

Its endearing, clumsy appearance made it look just like a domestic animal begging for food.

A hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes, and the corner of her mouth twitched involuntarily.

Is this the Heavenly Venerable, the messenger of the "god" they worship?

That "cause without cause"? That "absolute reason"? That supreme, all-encompassing ultimate being?

Is that all there is to it?

She took a deep breath, swallowing the pent-up frustration, and gave Zhang Jie a cold look: "You stay here and keep watch, I'm going back to my room."

Zhang Jie nodded obediently and watched Wang Qin get up and leave.

Only after her figure disappeared into the crowd did Zhang Jie slowly withdraw his gaze and look back at Qi Fei and the little pig on the stage.

He rested his chin on his hand, his gaze gradually becoming somewhat subtle.

No one knew what he was thinking. After a pause, he felt that Qi Fei's story was somewhat captivating.

About half an hour later, Qi Fei finally finished telling this part of the story.

"To find out how Naruto battles Himeko and the pig-headed guy, stay tuned for the next installment!"

"One more! One more!"

"Sir, play another one! I can't stop listening!"

Cheers and shouts rose and fell from the audience, and several listeners who were so engrossed in the performance even stood up and craned their necks to shout at the stage.

Qi Fei smiled and waved his hand, politely declining the crowd's enthusiasm. He then led the little pig off the stage and sat down opposite Wu Mengsheng.

"Bring the wine." He beckoned to the attendants on the viewing platform.

A servant came forward and brought over an exquisite celadon wine jar, saying with a smile, "This is the newly arrived Three Immortals Wine, produced in a corner of the sea and sky. Legend has it that three immortals once drank this wine together here, discussing profound mysteries and debating the Dao, and parted ways in high spirits, hence the name."

Qi Fei nodded, picked up the wine jar, poured a bowl for Wu Mengsheng first, and then filled his own bowl.

The wine is clear and bright, with a delightful aroma.