Chapter Thirty-One: The Master of Teaching Sneaks Out to Drink Wine

  Dongfang Bubai supported the heavily injured Linghu Chong, who had gone to a small town to find a doctor for treatment. However, as he was indulging in his happiness, Linghu Chong seemed to have remembered something and suddenly stopped in his tracks, letting Dongfang support him back to the new house set up by Tian Boguang.

  As expected, the plump and mountainous Zhu Cuihua was sitting on the bed crying miserably, her appearance truly heartbreaking. Huo Yung stepped forward to comfort her: "That Tian fellow has such poor eyesight, no wonder he can only be a despicable flower thief who is spat upon by everyone. Since he doesn't know how to appreciate Miss Zhu's inner beauty, why should Miss Zhu care about him?"

  "There are many good men in the world, and our Huashan School is full of handsome young disciples who are well-read and knowledgeable from a young age, not those superficial people who only care about appearances. Miss Zhu is an extraordinary woman in the world, I think there must be someone among my Huashan School's disciples who can appreciate her."

  Linghu Cong said, and then took out a letter from his bosom and gently placed it in the palm of Zhu Cuihua's hand. He said softly: "This is a letter of recommendation I wrote. If Miss Zhu doesn't despise the humble Huashan School, take this letter to visit my master Yue Zhengyi at Huashan School, join our school, and my fellow disciples will treat you like one of their own family members. What do you think?"

  Zhu Cuihua lost her parents at a young age and was obese, with an ugly appearance that made people dislike her. Everyone she came into contact with shunned her, avoiding her like flies. Affection and love became the things she yearned for most in her heart. Innumerable times, she dreamed of someone being kind and caring towards her, only to wake up to reality with tears streaming down her face.

  At this moment, Linghu Chong was like a family member in her dreams, choosing a husband for her, settling her down, like a father and also like an elder brother, bustling about with effort for her happiness. She sobbed, tightly clutching Linghu Chong's letter of recommendation in her palm, deeply afraid it was just another dream.

  After settling down, Dongfang Bubai supported Linghu Chong to the town to find a doctor for treatment, while Zhu Cuihua stayed in the stronghold to rest overnight and set off early the next morning to Huashan.

  "This Zhu Cuihua, although not handsome and stout, has a rare talent and excellent innate skills, is a top-notch material for martial arts practice. If cultivated well, it's possible to become the world's top master. It's a great fortune for Huashan Sect."

  Dongfang Bubai said to Lin Hu Chung, still with a calm tone as water, as if there was nothing in the world that could make him lose his composure.

  "Dong brothers are indeed talented, with a strong scholarly temperament, who would have thought that their eyesight is also so sharp. Zhu sister is indeed a rare talent in the world, few people can match her, but I, Linghu Chong, am not such a person who calculates and seeks benefits. I took her in on behalf of Huashan sect, simply because I pity her miserable life experience, wanting to give her a warm home. You should know that in this world, there are not only benefits and power, but also kinship, friendship and love."

  Along the way, Linghu Chong naturally took the opportunity to strike up a conversation and gradually drew closer to Dongfang Bubai. The two introduced themselves, exchanged "name cards", of course, Dongfang Bubai still used Duan Yu's alias.

  As the sky had already darkened, all the pharmacies and clinics in the small town were closed. Dongfang Bubai took Lin Huichong to many places, but the clinics still had their doors tightly shut. Unhappy, Dongfang was about to use force to break in, but was stopped by Lin Huichong.

  "Brother Dong, no need to be nervous. I'm also exceptionally talented, my body is incredibly strong, and I eat very well. The internal injuries I sustained are nothing serious, just a couple of bottles of wine will do the trick, guaranteeing that I'll be vigorous and refreshed."

  Linghu Chong said mysteriously: "Dong brother, let's go, I'll take you somewhere."

  Dongfang Bubai looked puzzled as Linghu Chong dragged him to the most famous tavern in town.

  "Oh, so you brought me here to drink, but the tavern is already closed and even if you have money, you can't buy it." Dongfang Bubai was speechless for a moment, shaking his head. Is drinking wine also this mysterious?

  "Who said I wanted to buy wine? My little pocket money is not enough for several rounds, if every time I have to buy, wouldn't I be bankrupted?" Linghu Chong said with a pout.

  "It's stealing if you don't pay for it. I never thought that the renowned disciple of Mount Hua, Lianhu Chung, the White-Robed Sword Immortal, would do something like this." Dongfang Bubai sneered, really unable to believe that Lianhu Chung had such a character and with such an illustrious identity still wanted to steal wine to drink.

  "Hush! What do you know, a bookworm stealing books can't be called stealing? I'm helping them taste wine, identify its grade. Yes, that's what it is, tasting. The Wine God himself is helping them taste and identify for free, it's their great fortune." Linghu Chong said cleverly: "No more nonsense, my body isn't convenient, Brother Dong quickly take me over the wall."

  Dongfang Bubai displayed his extraordinary lightness skill, and easily entered the tavern with Linghu Chong. Linghu Chong's nose twitched as he sniffed left and right, leading Dongfang Bubai to a hidden wine cellar. He chuckled and said: "My nose is extremely sensitive to fine wines. Do they think I won't be able to find it just because they've changed the location? Come on, Brother Dong, today I'll let you taste this extraordinary fine wine."

  Linghu Chong easily broke open the large gate and entered, not paying attention to the beautifully decorated wine placed in the middle, but instead pointed to a row of ordinary wine jars in the corner: "Dong brother, the fifty or so jars of beautifully decorated wine in the middle are all top-grade girl's red that is at least five years old. The ones in this corner, packaged in ordinary jars, are actually twenty-year-old exquisite wines, which are our treasured possessions. I'll get some for you to taste."

  Linghu Chong took out a straw from his pocket and gently inserted it into the wine jar, using his internal energy to suck in a gentle motion. A stream of sweet and delicious wine flowed through the straw into a prepared gourd. He said to Dongfang Bubai with a smile: "Brother Dong, when tasting wine, one cannot be rough or forceful, or else the flavor will change and it's easy to get discovered. Only by doing it this way, taking a small amount from each jar, is the safest."

  Dongfang Bubai encountered this way of stealing wine for the first time, and was immediately very interested, feeling extremely novel. He also learned from Linghu Chong's method and collected a calabash.

  "Come on, Brother Dong! Since we've met, it's fate. Let's drink!" Linghu Chong said, holding up his wine gourd.

  "Cheers!" Dongfang Bubai was also extremely pleased.

  Twenty years of Jia Nian's daughter Hong, a rare wine in the world. The owner of the tavern treasures it like his life and puts it into an ordinary wine jar, placing it in an inconspicuous corner, thinking that others would not notice its subtlety. However, Leng Qiu unexpectedly has a deep understanding of fine wines, just like Tian Boguang's understanding of women, both having reached the level of artistry. With one glance, he sees through the disguise and finds the genuine article, drinking it with great relish.

  Linghu Chong and the other person drank to their heart's content, and afterwards, under his encouragement, they each filled a gourd with fine wine and even had it packed.

  Linghu Chong didn't like doing things without a challenge, so he drew his sword and carved several large characters on the wall: "The old wine god brought good friends to visit this place, the 20-year-old daughter Hong Jia's brew is really not bad, sweet and endless, aftertaste boundless, the old man drank very happily, hoping next time can be hidden more cleverly."

  Dongfang Bubai smiled as he watched Linghu Chong's antics, savoring a feeling he had never experienced before. It was comfortable and delightful, both physically and mentally.

  At this moment, the door of the wine cellar was pushed open violently, and an angry voice came: "Catch these thieves who stole wine for me, beat them hard, beat them until their mothers don't recognize them..."