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Chapter 544 Training Alcohol Tolerance
The morning bell and evening drum, also used since the Tang Dynasty, were part of the city gate timekeeping system, with the bell signaling the opening of the city gates and the drum signaling the curfew.

However, after Zhao Ji ascended to the throne, this system became merely a formality. The city gates were not closed after the evening drums sounded, and the city gates of Hangzhou remained open at night to facilitate the entry and exit of all kinds of people and horses.

The gatekeepers and soldiers guarding the city had become accustomed to leaving the city gates open. In fact, they hoped that people would keep coming and going through the gates so that they could keep making money while they were checking people.

Upon arriving at the south gate of Hangzhou, Zhao Ji dismounted from the sedan chair and his feet touched the ground.

"Minister Yang, why don't you enter the city?" Zhao Ji walked to Yang Zhi's side and asked softly.

"There's no rush to enter the city."

"Your Majesty, didn't you want to participate in the Heroes' Gathering? Registration is required over there." Yang Zhi smiled and pointed to the tables and stalls under the city gate for Zhao Ji.

After having a drink in the city, Lin Chong went out of the city gate and met with Lu Junyi and several other newly acquainted friends outside the city for a second drinking party.

They lit a bonfire outside the city and drank, danced, and sang around it, enjoying themselves even more freely and happily than inside the city.

This way of playing was first experienced by Lin Chong and Lu Zhishen in Dali, and now they have brought it to Hangzhou and carried it forward.

"I'd better not go."

Zhao Ji was somewhat frightened. Over there, four or five burly men, each seven or eight feet tall, were dancing and reveling around the bonfire, seemingly performing some kind of sacrificial ritual.

“Those are my friends, and they all know the great hero Wang Jin,” Yang Zhi said.

“Then, then you can go.” Zhao Ji stammered.

Yang Zhi walked over and patted a few children on the outer edge. The children made room for Yang Zhi, and Yang Zhi walked into the inner circle and then reached out and patted Lu Zhishen, who was closest to him, on the shoulder.

Several circles of people were dancing and drinking around the campfire, all spinning in circles.

"Oh? Brother Yang Zhi? You just arrived too?" Lu Zhishen's cheeks flushed as he spoke to Yang Zhi with a smile.

"I just came."

"This is a bit troublesome," Yang Zhi whispered to Lu Zhishen.

"What trouble? I'll take care of it for you."

"Brother Lin Chong, look, Brother Yang Zhi has arrived too. He's finally here!" Lu Zhishen shouted to Lin Chong.

Lin Chong withdrew from the dance circle and went outside to talk with Yang Zhi and Lu Zhishen.

“Brother Lin, Brother Yang says he’s in trouble, and it must be quite a lot of trouble,” Lu Zhishen said to Lin Chong.

"What trouble is it? Have we encountered some kind of deity?" Lin Chong asked cautiously.

With their current strength, having comprehended the power of magnetic fields ahead of time, ordinary people pose no problem for them unless they are cultivators.

“Come with me.”

Yang Zhi led Lin Chong and Lu Zhishen to Zhao Ji.

Lu Zhishen glanced at Zhao Ji and saw that he was wearing a purple robe, so he could only guess that he was a wealthy official's son.

"This is the Emperor, the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty," Yang Zhi said calmly.

"Huh? How did you manage to kidnap the emperor?" Lu Zhishen was shocked, his eyes wide as he turned to look at Yang Zhi.

"Brother Yang, you've gone even further than Brother Wang! Who is in the capital now?" Lin Chong was also shocked.

"My dear ministers, it wasn't Minister Yang who kidnapped me; I came here of my own accord," Zhao Ji said weakly.

Lu Zhishen glanced at Zhao Ji, put his hands together, and said, "Amitabha."

"So he's a monk." Zhao Ji immediately felt a sense of goodwill towards Lu Zhishen.

"Minister Yang, may I introduce you?" Zhao Ji asked, looking at Yang Zhi.

"Lin Chong was also the instructor of spears and clubs for the 800,000 Imperial Guards in Bianjing."

"Master Lu Zhishen became a monk at Mount Wutai and later practiced at the Daxiangguo Temple."

Yang Zhi gave a brief introduction.

“Your Majesty, this is a gathering of people from the martial world; it's not appropriate for you to come,” Lin Chong said directly to Zhao Ji. “No,” Zhao Ji shook his head.

“My great-grandfather was also a member of the martial arts world. As his descendant, I should be able to share some of his identity as a member of the martial arts world.”

"If you don't believe me, I'll demonstrate a set of Taizu Long Fist for you!"

On the spot, Zhao Ji assumed a horse stance in front of Lin Chong and Lu Zhishen, stiffly performing a set of his ancestral Taizu Long Fist for them.

Zhao Ji now not only retains a dream of becoming an immortal, but also a dream of becoming a hero.

There are many types of immortals. Wouldn't it be more carefree to be a martial immortal or a sword immortal?
Gaining the throne was too easy, and being dragged off the throne was just as easy. Wang Jin also made Zhao Ji see some things clearly.

"Another friend has arrived?"

Lu Junyi walked over, and Yan Qing followed beside him. By the firelight, Zhao Ji could see Lu Junyi and Yan Qing's blurry faces.

This man looked much more like an emperor than him, and his attendants were also much more pleasing to the eye than the eunuch Tong Guan.

"This is an old acquaintance from Bianjing, just call him Master Zhao." Yang Zhi quickly covered for Zhao Ji.

Emperor Huizong of Song did not speak, but nodded in response.

Zhao Ji saw two more people coming from behind Lu Junyi and looked behind Lu Junyi.

Fang La and Wu Song walked over.

Emperor Huizong sighed inwardly, never expecting that there were so many heroes in the world. He realized that he had been too narrow-minded in Bianjing.

"Could you tell me about the deeds of these two heroes?" Zhao Ji asked.

"This is Fang La from Qingxi County. Moved by the heroic deeds of the chivalrous Wang Jin, he angrily eliminated the corrupt official Zhu Mian, who was exploiting the people in Hangzhou. He is respected by the villagers."

"This is Wu Song, the tiger-slaying hero, who silently rid the people of a man-eating tiger."

"The reason it is unknown is that everyone who saw the ferocious tiger before him was eaten."

Lin Chong introduced Fang La and Wu Song.

"It was actually the one-armed tiger killer?"

Emperor Huizong's gaze was fixed on Wu Song.

When Fang La killed a corrupt official, Emperor Huizong didn't care; but when Wu Song killed a tiger, Emperor Huizong thought it was extraordinary.

"Wu Song's arm was bitten by that vicious tiger, but it is also true that he killed the tiger with one arm."

"Brother Wu Song used his left hand to brace against the tiger's mouth and his right fist to strike the tiger's head, thus killing the vicious tiger," Fang La explained to Zhao Ji.

“That’s a white tiger, and its skin is in the city,” Wu Song said to Zhao Ji with some pride.

"I would like to pay my respects," Zhao Ji said, his eyes shining as he looked at Wu Song.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, let's make a deal tonight," Wu Song said with a smile.

"Great, absolutely great!" Zhao Ji was very happy.

"Young Master Zhao, come drink with us!" Fang La invited Zhao Ji.

"Well, I can't hold my liquor; I usually only drink one cup before I'm done," Zhao Ji said, waving his hand.

“Oh? Alcohol tolerance is something you develop through practice. If you get drunk after just one cup, it means you haven’t practiced enough! Come on, let’s practice together tonight!” Wu Song said to Zhao Ji.

Seeing that Zhao Ji was still refusing, Wu Song grabbed Zhao Ji with one arm and led him to the center of the bonfire dance.

If we can't drink much, let's dance together.

"My lord..." Tong Guan and his guards looked flustered and hurriedly joined the bonfire dance.

In Dali, the bonfire dance is only truly enjoyable when you're carrying things while dancing.

Wu Song made Zhao Ji carry a bench and dance with him, but when Zhao Ji turned around, he saw Lu Zhishen pull out a willow tree from the side of the official road and carry it on his shoulder to dance.

(End of this chapter)