"Since Your Highness has invited me so sincerely, it would be impolite for me to refuse." Hong Qigong couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food in the end.
Brother Alibur laughed. "It's great that you're willing to do me the honor. Please!"
Song Qingshu couldn't help but laugh. In his early years, Hong Qigong had cut off his will to remind himself of his mistakes because of his gluttony. He didn't expect that he couldn't change his bad habit even when he was old. This was human nature. If it was something that could be done, there was no need to say it. If it was something that couldn't be done, no matter how many plans they made, it wouldn't work.
At this time, Brother Alibur glanced at Song Qingshu not far away and couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Elder Master, aren't you resting?"
As for Hai Wanshen, he had already returned to the courtyard before everyone arrived and didn't show his face. Song Qingshu thought that Dan Yuru had mentioned that there would be a mysterious guest at the Prince's Mansion. Everyone thought it was Princess Yalun, but it was actually Hai Wanshen.
"Elder Master, are you sober?" Brother Alibur asked with concern. "I'll have the servants make you a bowl of soup to sober you up."
"There's no need for that. When I woke up, I've already refined most of the alcohol. Although I'm still dizzy, it's no big deal," Song Qingshu replied. "But I'm a little hungry now. I'll go eat something at the banquet."
Brother Alibur smiled slightly. "That's right. Just now, you were drinking and didn't eat much."
Hong Qigong, who was at the side, glanced at Song Qingshu curiously. "To be able to use internal energy to refine the alcohol, your martial arts must be very high."
Song Qingshu crossed his arms in front of his chest and said in the unique tone of the Shuiyue Grand Master, "Not bad."
Brother Alibur introduced him to him. "This is the top master of Japan, Shuiyue Grand Master."
Hong Qigong didn't care about the word "top master". Instead, he asked curiously, "I heard that Japanese ninjutsu is very powerful. Is it a trick or is there really some secret?"
"It's both." Song Qingshu thought of the Japanese masters he had fought before and commented.
"Then do you know how to do it? Is it convenient for you to show me?" Hong Qigong asked with his eyes wide open.
Song Qingshu thought to himself, 'I don't know any Japanese ninjutsu,' so he could only snort and say, "Not convenient." Then he walked away, lest the other party continued to ask questions that would expose him.
Hong Qigong was slightly taken aback, but did not get angry. He realized that he had indeed been a bit rude. He thought that if the Old Urchin were here, he would definitely pester him to perform.
However, when he arrived at the banquet, his attention was quickly attracted by the fragrant beef and mutton. He randomly chose an empty seat and sat down to gorge himself.
Brother Ali was already having a headache over what seat to arrange for Hong Qigong. After all, there had just been a conflict between Alantar and the Shuiyue Sect. Now that he saw that Hong Qigong didn't care about his seat, he couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.
However, he noticed that the way he ate did not have the demeanor of a master. Instead, he looked like a starving old beggar. He could not help but frown. "Old Mister Hong, I heard that you have been traveling around the Central Plains. Why did you come to Mobei and Lin City this time?"
Even though he wanted to rope in a master like Hong Qigong, he was a king after all. He was worried that Hong Qigong might have some ulterior motives.
"Oh, it's mainly because I'm tired of the delicacies from all over the Central Plains. I wanted to come to the Mongolian Plains to try out the local delicacies." Hong Qigong took a bite of meat and a sip of wine.
Brother Ali had someone beside him secretly tell him about Hong Qigong's reputation and hobbies. He no longer doubted Hong Qigong and laughed out loud. "Old Mister, please eat as much as you want. We won't talk about other things, but we'll have our fill of cows, goats, and horses."
Song Qingshu thought to himself, Didn't he come to Mobei with Zhou Botong to look for Guo Jing? Where is Zhou Botong?
"His Royal Highness is such a good man," Hong Qigong said as he drank the horse milk wine. "Come to think of it, we're actually relatives."
"Relatives?" Brother Ali was stunned. He had no idea what the other party was trying to do.
Someone beside him scoffed. "You're a Han. Aren't you taking it too lightly if you want to be related to the Golden Family?"
Song Qingshu noticed that there were more people in the room than before. The one who spoke was an old acquaintance. It was Night Owl Yang Leng from Soul Stealing Jade Owl.
In the attack outside Xingqing Prefecture, he killed the Soul Stealing Talisman and broke the Soul Locking Tai Sui Dumu's arms. The only ones who managed to escape unscathed were Dan Yuru and Yang Leng.
Yang Leng's face was pale. It was obvious that he hadn't recovered from the internal injuries he suffered last time.
Hong Qigong glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. "Who are you?"
"Night Owl Yang Leng!" Yang Leng scoffed.
Hong Qigong frowned. "Never heard of you."
Yang Leng couldn't help but be furious. However, the other party was a guest invited by Brother Ali, so it wasn't good for him to act up.
Hong Qigong said, "Although this old beggar is sloppy, I'm not someone who talks nonsense. My disciple Guo Jing was the Mongolian Golden Knife Prince Consort. Guo Jing is Anda of Thor. Speaking of which, when Your Highness sees him, you have to call him Uncle. Does this mean that I'm related to Your Highness?"
Song Qingshu almost laughed out loud. Hong Qigong had thick eyebrows and big eyes. He didn't expect him to take advantage of Brother Ali like this. Calling Guo Jing uncle was equivalent to calling him grandpa.
It seemed that the Beggar Clan helped Guo Jing defend Xiangyang and fought many bloody battles with the Mongolians. As the previous Chief of the Beggar Clan, he naturally didn't have a good impression of the Mongolians.
In addition, he said this to bring the topic to Guo Jing. He wanted to take the opportunity to get some information. As for why he didn't say it directly, it was obviously because he considered that Guo Jing had made many enemies with the Mongolians when he guarded Xiangyang. He was worried that Guo Jing would be in danger.
Brother Ali's face darkened when he heard his words. He said coldly, "Guo Jing broke his engagement and betrayed the Mongolians. He's no longer the Golden Knife Prince Consort. Moreover, the Great Khan is about to remarry my aunt. Please don't talk nonsense and ruin my aunt's reputation."
"Huazheng is getting married?" Hong Qigong was in a daze. He thought of his weird female disciple and Huazheng fighting over Guo Jing. In the blink of an eye, it was already more than ten years ago.
Yang Leng observed him. He slammed the table and stood up, "His Highness entertained you with good intentions, but you spoke rudely. I think the dignified Chief of the Beggar Clan shouldn't be so despicable. Maybe some people are here to swindle people."
Hong Qigong couldn't help laughing, "I'm just an old beggar. What's there to pretend to be?"
"Whether it's true or not, we'll know after we try." After Yang Ling finished speaking, he waved his hand, and several pieces of lamb chops shot out from the table. Each of them had a different angle and speed. Once one was missed, they would be covered in grease. In front of everyone's eyes, the face of an expert would be completely lost.
But in the next moment, everyone's eyes widened. They saw Hong Qigong use a pair of chopsticks to pick all the lamb chops together, "You're good, but your internal energy is a little weak. It should be because you've suffered serious internal injuries and haven't recovered yet."
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