Zhang Xiaodong scolded in his heart for being shameless, he drank all the tea, so as the other party, he would definitely not be able to leave even a drop of wine, but Zhang Xiaodong wanted to scold: Ya, can tea and wine be compared?

Of course, this can only be put in the heart, in the appearance. Zhang Xiaodong still smiled slightly with a gentlemanly demeanor, raised his head and drank it all, and then poured the cup into the air, and there was really not a drop of wine left.

"Master Zhang is really a good amount of wine. He sighed in admiration, then sat down and said to the other leaders: "Don't miss this opportunity to thank Zhang, Amitabha." ”

The other people were impatient to wait, and when they saw that the masters of Shaolin Temple had spoken, they immediately rushed up, and everyone toasted with Zhang Xiaodong enthusiastically with a glass of wine.

As the boss of the Kunlun faction, Zhang Xiaodong's alcohol consumption is obviously much better than Wang Rong and Liu Ruixue.

As soon as the prelude to the banquet began, two had already fallen on the wine table, and under Zhang Xiaodong's deliberate divergence from the topic, it seemed that everyone had forgotten Wang Rong and Liu Ruixue, and plates of fine dishes were served.

In the process of eating, Wang Rong woke up a few times, Zhang Xiaodong took the opportunity to persuade Wang Rong to have a few glasses of wine, and he wanted to help Wang Rong block one or two, but he ignored the confusion of drunk people, even if he was already confused, Wang Rong still took it.

By the time the banquet was over, Wang Rong had completely fallen to the ground and was unconscious.

Zhang Xiaodong arranged for the Kunlun disciples to send Wang Rong and Liu Ruixue to the guest room, and then arranged for other disciples to send away the other drunk and fallen to the ground one by one, and finally only Zhang Xiaodong and the deputy head He Guangfu were left.

He Guangfu stood behind Zhang Xiaodong, watching the last one to leave disappear at the door, with a sneer on his face, looking at Zhang Xiaodong and saying, "Master, shouldn't we go to visit our son now?"

Zhang Xiaodong showed a smile on his face, shook his head slightly, and said: "Don't worry, don't worry, let's go again when this big monk goes, hehe, my wine is not so delicious." ”

Glancing at the direction of the empty disappearance again, He Guangfu's eyes showed ruthlessness, and said: "Shaolin Temple has always ignored the world, but this time it seems that they are defending the prince everywhere, do you want to give him to ......" said, stretching out his palm and slashing his neck.

"No, I can't. Zhang Xiaodong shook his head and said: "Shaolin Temple can exist for so many years, but it is not simply by luck, the water in it is deep, we can't do it with Shaolin Temple for the time being, and we can't die yet, at least it's not the time to die." ”

……

Zhang Xiaodong did not guess wrong, vacated the banquet hall, and did not return directly to his guest room, but folded his hands, gently recited Amitabha, and then walked towards Wang Rong's guest room.

Before he could reach Wang Rong's room, a huge smell of wine came to his nose.

"Amitabha. Good, good," Likong shook his head slightly, and walked into the room, Wang Rongzheng was lying unconscious on the bed, and two little girls who were about ten years old were carefully covering him with quilts.

The two girls who were serving Wang Rong were sent away, and after confirming that there was no one around, he stood in front of Wang Rong and said with a smile: "Shouldn't the prince come to his senses?"

If Liu Ruixue was here, he would definitely think that he was joking, how could this drunk person wake up when he woke up.

In fact, it was true, and after a long while, Wang Rong was still lying on the bed unconscious, and he could even hear his sweet breathing.

"Amitabha" didn't seem to be deceived by Wang Rong's appearance at all, but said: "Does the prince really want the poor monk to wake up the prince himself?"

As soon as the empty voice fell, Wang Rong's expression really changed, he kicked off the quilt on his body with his eyes closed, suddenly got up and leaned on the side of the bed and retched a few times, and finally vomited a few mouthfuls of saliva by this girl for a long time, and raised his head weakly, as if he had just seen the void, and said with a sluggish expression: "Big... Master, why are you here. ”

After saying this, his two hands fell weakly on the edge of the bed, as if he was about to faint again.

"Amitabha," said with a kind face and took out a dagger from his sleeve, playing with the dagger and said, "It seems that the son of the world has not woken up, I wonder if this dagger that has been opened by the host can wake up the son?"

"Okay. Squinting at the dagger shining with cold light in his empty hand, Wang Rong struck a chill, sat up from the bed helplessly, and said, "You won, tell me, how do you know that I am pretending to be drunk? ”

In the face of danger, Wang Rong had to give in, looking at the dagger shining with cold light in his empty hand, I heard that he still realized that the old monk had opened the light, Wang Rong didn't dare to joke with his life, if he was really cut by the monk who was empty, he would lose a lot of money.

"Amitabha," said Kong, putting away the dagger, and said, "I'm afraid that the prince of the world has misunderstood the poor monk, and the poor monk is holding the dagger just to facilitate the peeling of fruit." The monks don't speak. ”

"......" Wang Rong was speechless, he wanted to give himself so many slaps, but he was frightened by a knife that peeled a fruit, if this was spread out, would he still have face?

"Tell me what you're here for. Wang Rong decided not to bother with the dagger anymore, he was worried that he couldn't help it for a while, so he jumped up from the bed and strangled Sora to death.

"Amitabha. Speaking of business, he said with a straight face: "I don't know how much the prince knows about this conference, or how much does the son know about the situation of the conference?"

"I should have learned a little bit. After thinking about it in his mind, he felt that there was no need for the monk to be unfavorable to him, and said honestly: "Zhang Xiaodong doesn't welcome me, and many people don't want me to come back, I don't know if what I said is right." ”

"Amitabha. Likong nodded slightly, then shook his head and continued to look at Wang Rong.

What does this mean? Wang Rong looked at the empty and nodded and shook his head, a little dumbfounded, is this counting himself right or wrong?

"Could it be that they welcome me back?" Wang Rong asked tentatively, but as soon as these words came out, even he himself was a little funny, how could this be, looking at Zhang Xiaodong at the banquet, if he hadn't pretended to be drunk, I'm afraid he would really have to carry himself back today.

Wang Rong didn't believe that people went to great lengths to get themselves drunk just to make themselves uncomfortable, and for immortal cultivators, the discomfort brought by alcohol was nothing at all.