Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

So that afternoon, Song Qingguang poked his head into Wei Qingchuan's room and saw that his door was closed and there was no sign of him in the room. Thinking that he was still with the elders, he felt relieved and tiptoed out of the room, heading in the direction they had agreed on.

When they arrived at the gate of Yaoguang Sword Sect, Lin Xi and others were already waiting for him. They were all delighted to see him coming and waved to him. Song Qingguang jumped off the flying sword, and the others exchanged a few words before heading down the mountain together.

The Yaoguang Sword Sect is rich, and the market under the protection of the Yaoguang Sword Sect is also extremely rich.

When the few people came here by flying boat, they took a look at it from the air. Apart from feeling that it was bigger than other markets, they didn’t feel there was any difference. It was not until they were actually in it that they realized how superficial they were.

Although it is called a market, the entire market covers a very large area, with tall buildings standing in rows, and wide roads leading to all directions. Perhaps because of the Fairy Sword Conference, the streets are decorated with lights and crowded with people. From time to time, you can see disciples dressed in various sect costumes and elegant wandering cultivators weaving in the crowd.

This magnificent and prosperous scene made not only the disciples who lived in the mountains and seldom left the sect, but even the well-informed Lin Xi couldn't help but sigh inwardly: They are all great sword-cultivating sects, so why is the Yaoguang Sword Sect so rich?

But even though they were feeling emotional, after experiencing the initial envy, the group did not lose their composure too much, because there was a rule that prohibited flying swords in the market, so they could only put down their swords and follow the bustling flow of people into the market.

However, when they finally squeezed through the crowds and arrived at the legendary restaurant that sold "Mengnan Ke", the waiter with an apologetic look on his face shook his head and told them the bad news that today's "Mengnan Ke" had already been booked.

"We have come from far away just for this 'Meng Nan Ke'. I wonder if the waiter could be flexible and ask the shopkeeper to give us some. We don't want much. One pot, no, half a pot will be enough." Seeing that everyone could not hide their disappointment, Yue Qian stepped forward to discuss with the waiter.

"Alas, these days, everyone in this market comes from far away, and I, a waiter, can't make the decision." The waiter's attitude was okay, but he could only spread his hands to show that he was unable to help.

"In that case, we won't bother Xiao Er Ge anymore. But since we are here, we don't want to make a wasted trip. Please serve us some of the other good wines in your restaurant." Lin Xi handed over a low-level spirit stone, thought for a moment, and asked, "Please serve us some of your signature dishes as well."

They were able to attend this Fairy Sword Conference because they had all achieved the state of fasting. However, they felt that something was missing if they drank without side dishes, so they simply ordered some of the restaurant's signature dishes.

When the waiter saw the spirit stone, his eyes lit up and his smile became more sincere. He put the spirit stone into his arms and said, "We have recently bought a new cellar of 'Kui Shou' in our building. The wine is mellow and sweet, and has a good meaning. It is also very popular among guests. Why don't we serve this to you Taoist priests?"

Lin Xi asked everyone, and seeing that they had no objection, she nodded to the waiter and asked him to go down and prepare.

"I came here specifically for this 'Meng Nan Ke', but ended up making a wasted trip. What a bummer." Inside the box, after the waiter's figure disappeared at the door, Song Qingguang pouted and muttered.

"I just want to congratulate Junior Sister Lin for winning the competition today. As long as I have this intention, it doesn't matter what kind of wine I drink. Besides, as the waiter said, 'champion' has a good meaning. Although Senior Brother Song has no hope, Senior Sister Yue and Senior Brother can still give it a try." A round-headed male disciple said, shaking his head.

"Hey! Who gave you the courage to tease me, your senior brother? I'm just unlucky, but in terms of strength, I'm more than enough to beat you up." Song Qingguang raised his fist, pretending to beat the disciple.

The disciple was not afraid of him, and the two of them laughed and joked for a while. The waiter brought up wine and food one after another, and then they calmed down and started drinking and eating.

In the Yaoguang Sword Sect, when Wei Qingchuan withdrew from the presence of several elders, the rosy glow had already covered half the sky.

The solemn look on his face had not yet disappeared when he met Ji Xiaowu, who also had a grim look on his face, on his way back. He learned from him that Lin Xi and his group had slipped down the mountain.

Recalling the discussion with the elders just now, and looking at Ji Xiaowu with a gloomy expression in front of him, Wei Qingchuan closed his eyes, barely suppressed the annoyance in his heart, and without saying much, summoned his flying sword, and headed down the mountain.

Seeing his attitude of ignoring him, Ji Xiaowu's face became even gloomier. He flicked his sleeves and followed him.

In the restaurant, everyone looked at Luo Qinghe, whose face was flushed and who was pouring glass after glass of wine into his mouth, and they all showed concerns.

"Enough, Qinghe, you've drunk enough." Yue Qian reached out and held down Luo Qinghe's hand as she wanted to continue pouring wine, and said in a serious tone.

"Yes, Senior Sister Luo, don't drink anymore. Drinking too much is harmful to your health." Lin Xi had just accompanied her to drink a lot, and now her cheeks were a little red. Although she knew that Luo Qinghe needed to find an outlet to vent her suppressed emotions for so many days, she couldn't help but persuade her when she saw her like this.

"Don't stop me, today is Xixi's good day, I want to drink to my heart's content!" Luo Qinghe shook his head with red eyes, trying to shake off Yue Qian's hand that was holding him down, but failed.

"Okay." Yue Qian was also one of the people who knew the inside story. Seeing her like this, she felt really distressed, but she still forcefully snatched the wine jug, and then, while no one was paying attention, she knocked her out and held her in her arms.

"The sun is setting, let's go back." Picking the man up, Yue Qian looked at everyone and said.

"Ah? Okay, okay." Song Qingguang didn't expect her to be so straightforward and decisive. He didn't react for a moment, then looked at the sky outside and nodded, "It's really late. If it's any later, it will be bad if Senior Brother finds out."

"Since you are afraid that I will find out, how dare you instigate your fellow disciples to gather and drink!" Just as he finished speaking, a cold male voice was heard coming from the door of the box. As soon as the familiar voice entered their ears, everyone in the room shivered with fear. Song Qingguang was even more frightened. He trembled stiffly and turned to look at the door.

"Big...Big Brother."