Chapter 68: Have to Fight Back
For the first time, Zhou Yi felt the pleasure brought by strength.
Everyone was around him, including the princes of the royal family and the disciples of the Dao Sect with a long history. They surrounded "Qin Qiong" in the center like stars surrounding the moon.
The groom Bai Yutang could only serve as a foil, which stunned all the guests.
"Who is this?"
"It seems to be a guest from Wagang Mountain?"
"Qin Qiong... I haven't heard of him..."
"A bunch of ignorant people!"
Those who knew the identity of "Qin Qiong" thought they were superior. They looked at the guests around them with contempt, and then lowered their voices to explain carefully.
Zhou Yi's expression was a little stiff, and he bowed to the people around him in return.
"Qin is here to celebrate for Brother Bai today. We will talk about other things later."
Hearing this, Bai Yutang immediately squeezed forward and said, "Brother Qin, please."
The Bai family had already prepared a quiet place for Zhou Yi. Whether he came or not, he had to be prepared. The other guests had no objection to this arrangement, but felt proud of it.
The first-rank cultivator, a legendary existence, has always been a mysterious dragon that can only be seen from the head but not the tail.
Now he is actually sitting at the same table with him, so he can brag about it in the future.
At the Zhouyi table, Zhang Cheng was explaining after Li Xun repeatedly asked.
"You have opened your eyes today. That person is not an ordinary first-rank..."
"Old Senior Hong, the beggar god of Luojing, competed with Mr. Qin in escape, but he couldn't even catch up with his shadow..."
"There is a relic of the battle of true immortals outside Kyoto. The four great immortal officials have all gone there, but they can't do anything about Xuanbing. What do you think will happen in the end?"
Zhang Cheng only needs a long robe and a wake-up stick to go to Chunfeng Tower to tell stories.
"What's going on?"
The question was asked by a guest at the next table. Zhang Cheng's story attracted many people to listen.
Guests who have a relationship with Dingdu Hou are also arrogant on weekdays. For example, the inconspicuous Li Xun, ordinary fifth- and sixth-rank officials have to speak well to him.
Now, hearing about the first-class, the real immortal, the beggar god... is like ordinary people listening to strange stories.
"Mr. Qin, the golden mace hanging from his waist has turned into a jade pillar that supports the sky and a golden beam that spans the sea."
Zhang Cheng clenched his fist and banged it on the table three times, and the storytelling was accompanied by sound effects: "The black ice left by the real immortal cracked into a large piece, and the ice sculpture sent today...tsk tsk..."
"Hiss!"
A series of gasps.
Some of the guests who looked down on the Bai family in Yuzhou from the bottom of their hearts began to recall in their minds... just now, whether they had offended Bai Yutang.
...Just now, it seemed that he had been forced to drink, and he also made sarcastic remarks, saying something about country people.
Hiss!
This is also because of jealousy that he lost his mind. He shouldn't be held accountable, right?
Will he?
No way!
This kind of thing can never be doubted, after all, it is related to one's life and property.
A good brother of a first-class master cultivator, if you must compare, he is one level higher than Dingdu Hou.
Carefully recalling when Bai Yutang toasted just now, every word had no expression, whether there was any difference between himself and others, and whether his face was relatively cold.
So, some uncertain guys staggered to Bai Yutang with wine glasses, and tried to make friends with him.
Bai Yutang looked confused, and recognized a bunch of good brothers and friends, the kind that would not let go until they recognized him.
…
Zhou Yi has been drinking in a low profile, and he is distracted to control his clone Qin Qiong.
The Disha clone has no intelligence, and his facial expression is stiffer than that of ordinary people. Fortunately, Qin Qiong is positioned as a hermit master who has lived in the mountains for a long time, and does not follow the customs, so it will not arouse suspicion.