Immortality begins with the Swordsman.

Chapter 40 Drinking Contest

on the wine table.

Ouyang Qingzhao and Ye Qingge both looked at Gu Changfeng with smiles, clearly having already seen through his little scheme—to get Ouyang Qingzhao drunk so they could take the opportunity to get some information out of her!

Gu Changfeng helped the drunken Cai Ling Shuang to sit down, then spread his hands and smiled bitterly: "Sigh, I didn't expect my little bit of cleverness to be seen through by my two senior uncles so early on."

Ouyang Qingzhao shook the wine jar in his hand and laughed, "I'm in a good mood today. If you can drink with me to your heart's content, I'll tell you—why we haven't returned to Chang'an yet."

Upon hearing this, Gu Changfeng's expression brightened, and he laughed with a relaxed yet arrogant tone: "Hey, you should have said so earlier! Isn't this a piece of cake?"

He recalled that when he was in college, he would go out drinking with his roommates and start with a pound of "fake liquor." Now that he possessed internal strength and true qi protecting his body, he estimated that he could easily drink ten pounds of ancient liquor with an alcohol content of around ten degrees.

Besides, Ouyang Qingzhao had already downed a whole jar of wine, and was clearly intoxicated by it, so I could launch a counterattack from behind.

Gu Changfeng chuckled and called to the waiter, "Waiter, bring me a bowl..."

Ye Qingge suddenly interrupted, smiling, "Hey, hey, hey, my Holy Maiden drank it from a wine jar, you Holy Son can't be outdone, can you?"

Although Cai Ling Shuang was drunk and her eyes were blurry, she was still conscious. Upon hearing this, she tilted her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly blurted out, "Yes!"

Gu Changfeng was taken aback, then turned and glared at her fiercely: "Whose side are you on anyway?"

Cai Ling Shuang raised her chin, looking arrogant and saying, "What's it to you?"

Gu Changfeng couldn't help but smile and said, "My two senior uncles, I just wanted to try a more interesting way of drinking it."

Ouyang Qingzhao became interested: "Oh? Tell me about it."

Gu Changfeng smiled, turned and waved to the waiter: "Put those tables in the hall together, then set out thirty-six large bowls, fill them all with wine, and hurry up and arrange it..."

He turned around and said, "Today we're going to drink... smashed bowl wine."

"Smashing bowl wine?"

Ouyang Qingzhao and Ye Qingge exchanged a glance, their eyes revealing a hint of surprise.

Gu Changfeng explained, "This way of drinking originates from the story of Jing Ke's assassination attempt on the King of Qin. When Prince Dan of Yan saw Jing Ke off at the Yi River, Jing Ke drank the wine, smashed the bowl, and sang, 'The wind is howling, the Yi River is cold, the brave warrior departs, never to return,' to express his determination. Today, this 'smashing bowl wine' not only signifies expressing one's aspirations but also symbolizes peace and safety year after year..."

May you have peace and safety every year.

Ouyang Qingzhao's lips curled slightly: "That's quite interesting. However, thirty-six bowls are too few. Waiter, go and prepare one hundred and eight bowls."

"One hundred and eight bowls?"

Gu Changfeng's scalp tingled instantly. This bowl contained half a jin (250 grams), more than fifty jin (25 kilograms). Even if it were just water, he couldn't drink it all!

Ye Qingge couldn't help but laugh, "When your Uncle Ouyang was young, he was known as the Immortal of Wine. No one in the entire Mount Hua could outdrink him. It's not easy to keep him happy!"

Gu Changfeng's face stiffened: "Huh? Is that so?"

Ye Qingge chuckled leisurely, "These are all things from twenty or thirty years ago, it's normal that you don't know them. What? Are you chickening out now?"

Gu Changfeng straightened his neck and said defiantly, "Coward? Me, a coward? Are you kidding me!"

Here, the waiter is busy setting out bowls and pouring wine; there, the "drinking contest" has already spread far and wide.

In a short time, the news spread like wildfire, and the entire restaurant was packed with people. Many disciples of the Sword Sect also flocked over, crowding under the windows and in front of the railings, peering out to see what was happening.

Even local martial arts figures came upon hearing the news, making it quite a lively scene.

Gu Changfeng was dumbfounded. He had only wanted to get Ouyang Qingzhao drunk and get some information out of her, but he hadn't expected that he would end up being watched by the whole city!

However, things have already come to this point, and there's no turning back.

Gu Changfeng gritted his teeth: I'll risk it!

Everyone held their breath in anticipation.

Gu Changfeng picked up the first bowl and said loudly, "Uncle-Master Ouyang, let me offer you a bowl first!"

"Snapped!"

The wine bowl was smashed on the empty space to the side, and shards of porcelain flew everywhere.

Ouyang Qingzhao smiled and said, "This way of drinking is quite interesting. Come on, let's drink ten bowls first..." Before he finished speaking, he picked up the wine bowl and drank it down.

"Slap—slap—slap—"

The two of them drank bowl after bowl, drinking with great gusto, the sound of bowls breaking echoing throughout the room.

The third bowl... the fifth bowl... the tenth bowl...

The disciples watching loudly announced the numbers and cheered repeatedly.

After drinking the tenth bowl of wine, Gu Changfeng felt the effects of the alcohol rush to his head, making him dizzy and unable to stand steadily.

He staggered, raising his hand to press his temple, trying to clear his head. Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Bodhi seed bracelet on his wrist.

"I don't know if it will even work."

As soon as the thought arose, a familiar, cool sensation suddenly surged into his heart, instantly dispelling the effects of the alcohol. Gu Changfeng felt a wave of comfort wash over him, and his mind cleared.

Behind them, several Sword Sect disciples saw Gu Changfeng swaying and immediately became anxious.

In this battle with the three major families, many of their fellow disciples died or were injured. They were burning with rage and could not quell their hatred without annihilating the three families.

Ouyang Qingzhao remained tight-lipped about why he had not returned to Chang'an for so long, refusing to explain the reason. Now that Gu Changfeng had stepped forward, they naturally rallied to his aid.

"Gu Changfeng, get up and stand up!"

"Damn it, you were way more arrogant when you beat me up. Show some of that courage back then and take Uncle Ouyang down..."

"Yes! As long as you defeat Uncle Ouyang, I will agree to your marriage with the Holy Maiden."

"Get out! I won't agree! The saintess is mine..."

Cai Ling Shuang opened her eyes and glanced at the few Sword Sect disciples who had started the commotion. The disciples immediately fell silent and slunk away to the back.

She turned her head, her eyes filled with a slightly drunken haze and innate charm, and slowly looked at Gu Changfeng.

Gu Changfeng suddenly took a deep breath, his eyes clear as water, confident and composed, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips: "This is nothing! Uncle-Master Ouyang—let's go again!"

"Slap—slap—slap—"

The sound of bowls shattering continued as the two fought back and forth, reaching the forty-eighth bowl.

At this moment, both of them had flushed faces, slightly labored breathing, sweat-soaked clothes, and slightly bulging bellies.

Ouyang Qingzhao put down his bowl, looking slightly hesitant: "Drinking any more might harm my health." Then, he laughed and said, "Alright, we've had our fill today, let's stop here, I admit defeat."

Upon hearing this, all the Sword Sect disciples in the restaurant cheered...

Even Cai Ling Shuang clenched her fists in excitement.

Only Yue Buqun and Cheng Buyou were already drunk in a deserted corner, snoring loudly, completely unaware of the commotion.

Gu Changfeng also burst into laughter, his laughter arrogant and smug, his tone full of pride: "Look how nervous you all are! Just a little Ouyang, nothing to worry about—hahaha!"

As soon as he said this, the Sword Sect disciples, who had been cheering, all changed their expressions and glared angrily at him.

Ouyang Qingzhao simply smiled lightly, looking completely indifferent.

Gu Changfeng ignored him and shouted, "Waiter, bring me pen and ink!"

A moment later.

After the waiter brought paper and pen, under the curious gazes of everyone, Gu Changfeng picked up the pen and wrote:

Today, Gu Changfeng and Ouyang Qingzhao of the Huashan Sect fought a drinking contest here, smashing bowls and winning decisively! This is a special memento!

Upon seeing this, Ouyang Qingzhao's calm expression instantly crumbled. Completely disregarding her status as an elder, she snatched the item from Gu Changfeng and tore it up.

Gu Changfeng was taken aback, then laughed, "Uncle-Master Ouyang, are you... a bit of a sore loser?"

Ouyang Qingzhao retorted angrily, "What is there to be ashamed of in a man's actions?"

Gu Changfeng asked in confusion, "Then why are you doing this?"

Ouyang Qingzhao immediately said with disdain, "With your terrible handwriting, which looks like a dog's crawl, hanging here would make the Huashan Sect lose all face."

Upon hearing this, several disciples who had gathered around to join in the fun nodded in agreement.

"Uncle-Master Ouyang is absolutely right."

"Junior Brother Gu's handwriting is indeed quite appalling."

"Junior Brother Gu, you should practice more when you have time. My son is only five years old and his writing is better than yours..."

Gu Changfeng: "..." I don't want to make such personal attacks.

Ouyang Qingzhao kicked him away, picked up a pen, and wrote:

—On the 25th day of the tenth month of the third year of the Hongzhi reign, Ouyang Qingzhao of the Huashan Sect and Gu Changfeng had a drinking contest here, and Gu Changfeng won by a small margin! This is to commemorate this event!