A master of comedy!

Chapter 108 Horse Trampling Mount Lu
"Shopkeeper, give me ten jars of strong liquor."

Outside the Xunyang Restaurant, Zhou Sheng, leading his black horse, slapped a silver ingot down in front of the waiter.

"Alright, sir, please leave us a place to stay, and we'll escort you to your residence!"

The waiter looked at the handsome and dashing young man in front of him with a smile. Putting aside his clothes, the horse the man was leading was definitely extraordinary.

That horse was truly magnificent, tall and powerful, with a coat as white and smooth as brocade, and muscles as if carved by a knife and axe. Under the sunlight, it looked like a marble sculpture.

Especially the four snow-white, flawless hooves, which even faintly gleamed with a crystalline luster.

This was the first time in all these years that he had seen such a magnificent horse. Not only the waiter, but everyone else in the restaurant was also secretly observing and marveling at it.

"I bought this wine not for people to drink, but for it to drink."

Zhou Sheng patted Wu Zhui's neck, gently stroking its black, satin-like mane, his eyes filled with a smile.

And the black horse neighed with great intelligence, its eyes showing excitement.

He had ridden many horses these days and had figured out the nature of this black horse. It was fierce and extremely loyal. It could not only fly like a dragon, but also walk on water without sinking.

Its only fear is fire, but if Zhou Sheng really made it walk through fire, it would dare to risk its life to accompany him.

If you are tired, there are two ways to recover: the first is to return to the painting and rest slowly, and the second is to drink alcohol, especially strong liquor.

The stronger the liquor, the faster it will work.

Zhou Sheng was preparing to set off for Mount Lu. Although the journey was not far, less than a hundred miles, he wanted to treat his dog well so that it could depart in the best possible condition.

This also serves as a test of its fastest speed for long-distance travel.

Although the shopkeeper was puzzled, he quickly brought out ten jars of strong liquor. As soon as the jars were opened, the rich aroma of the liquor wafted out and filled the entire restaurant.

The black horse immediately went up and gulped down the wine, making gurgling sounds in its throat. Soon, the jar of wine was empty.

"Wow, this horse really knows how to drink!"

"What the hell!"

"You have quite the capacity for alcohol, Lao Zheng. Look at you, you can't even hold your liquor as well as a horse!"

The onlookers were buzzing with discussion, while Wuzhui continued drinking. Soon, the second and third jars were empty, but it showed no signs of drunkenness; on the contrary, its eyes grew even brighter.

When the tenth jar of fine wine was emptied, its eyes gleamed, and it couldn't help but let out a roar to the sky, spewing out two streams of white mist like dragons and snakes from its nostrils.

Zhou Sheng mounted his horse and pulled on the reins.

hiss! ! !
The black horse raised its front hooves high and then slammed them down with a loud thud, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

"drive!"

With Zhou Sheng's command, the black horse, Wuzhui, vanished like a black lightning bolt, its crisp hoofbeats echoing like the thunder of war drums.

In the blink of an eye, the dashing man in fine clothes had vanished without a trace.

……

"drive!"

Inside Xunyang City, Zhou Sheng was somewhat restrained, only riding his horse on the ground. But once they left the city gate and reached a sparsely populated area, his black horse galloped like a dragon soaring into the sky.

High in the sky, the wind howled.

After drinking his fill of strong liquor, the black horse galloped wildly, truly as fast as lightning. The scenery in Zhou Sheng's eyes rushed backward, and even seemed somewhat distorted because of the speed.

The light and shadow shift, the winds and clouds turn.

Zhou Sheng wasn't worried about being discovered by ordinary people, because the black horse could not only ride on clouds and mist, but also specifically chose to travel through seas of clouds. Even if it occasionally appeared in the sky, people would only think it was an illusion.

He couldn't help but feel as if he were a deity riding the clouds, looking down at the mountains as small as clouds and the rivers as ribbons, and a sense of pride welled up in his heart.

Laughing, I asked, "Where is Kunlun? A dragon steed will tread the sun to arrive." I wanted to roar to the heavens, but when I opened my mouth, only howling winds and cold clouds filled my breath, a wail like the wailing of ghosts.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Zhou Sheng saw Mount Lu.

"Shut up!"

As Zhou Sheng pulled on the reins, the black horse descended from the sky. Perhaps it was a little drunk, for it did not slow down at all, and swooped down like a meteor falling to earth.

With a deafening crash, vegetation snapped, and men and horses were thrown about.

"Bah bah bah!"

Zhou Sheng climbed out of the pit, spat out the mud from his mouth, wiped his face which was wet with mist, and angrily slapped his black horse, which reeked of alcohol.

Good grief, drunk driving caused a car accident.

As it turns out, you can't let the black horse drink too much alcohol, otherwise it will be too excited and cause trouble.

Wuzhui was not ashamed at all, but rather proud. It stuck out its tongue, which reeked of alcohol, and licked Zhou Sheng's hand, as if to say, "I'm not drunk yet, I can still drink."

Zhou Sheng, his face dark, put it into the painting, then picked up the opera box that had rolled to the side, and looked around.

A light rain was falling, and the surrounding clouds and mist swirled, creating a scene resembling a fairyland. However, it was extremely cold and damp. If he hadn't had magical powers to protect him, he might have actually suffered from hypothermia and been in danger.

The sea of ​​clouds was vast, and visibility was extremely low; even his divine eyes could only see about ten feet.

"Never mind, let's head up the mountain first."

After taking the mica formula, Zhou Sheng's figure became as swift as a swallow, and he could climb mountains and cross ridges as if walking on flat ground. He continued to climb upwards, and with a light touch of his toes on the rocks and vegetation, he would take flight, floating like a feather.

Such agility would likely be mistaken for a ghost from the mountains by ordinary people.

After climbing more than two hundred feet in one go, Zhou Sheng felt that he should be close to the top of the mountain. However, the surrounding clouds and mist not only did not decrease, but became even thicker.

The mountain path was extremely dangerous, and he had to be careful with every step he took, for fear of slipping and falling off the cliff.

Just then, his earlobe twitched, and he suddenly heard a clicking sound, very faint. If he hadn't opened his hearing aperture, he probably wouldn't have noticed it.

That sounded like... a dead branch being broken by footsteps.

Zhou Sheng felt a chill run down his spine, realizing that other beings were quietly approaching him from the surrounding misty clouds, closing in on him.

At the same time, as his dantian energy stirred, he also sensed a very subtle gaze.

Is it a human? A demon? Or a mountain god?

Zhou Sheng stopped and quietly observed the surrounding mist. His pupils gradually changed, and his earlobes automatically lengthened.

Square pupils, celestial appearance; long ears, Buddha-like appearance.

At this moment, everything around us is clearly reflected, like a mirror: every wisp of mist, every sound of wind, every ray of light...

At the same time, he opened his opera box and reached for the demon-slaying sword.

The mountains and fields are covered with lush forests and rarely see sunlight, so the yin energy is heavy. In addition, the earth's veins nourish the area, so there are many mountain spirits and monsters.

Before he arrived, his master warned him not to be careless, as the dangers hidden in the mountains were no less than those in the ghost realm.

The moment his hand touched the Demon-Slaying Sword, a faint exhalation sound rang out, as if the being in the clouds was struggling to hold its breath.

Clang! !

The Demon-Slaying Sword was instantly drawn. Zhou Sheng stepped out with the Bagua Step, flashing from the Qian position to the Xun position in an instant, and slashed out with his sword!
The clouds and mist were dispersed by the sword wind, and he finally saw the figure hidden in the shadows.

hum!
The sword's cry abruptly ceased.

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(End of this chapter)