On the second floor of the Drunken Moon Inn, there was only one table where two people sat facing each other. Around them were five jars of good wine.
Each of these five jars of wine was the size of a child's arms, and each jar weighed at least five kilograms. Let alone a jar of wine, even a third of it would be considered a good drinker.
In the "Water Margin" of his previous life, there was a scene where Wu Song fought a tiger. It was about Wu Song returning home, but he couldn't bear the hunger and thirst on the road. Thus, he stopped by a wine stall and ate meat. The wine stall had a sign with the words "Three Bowls Do Not Cross the Hill" written on it. This meant that after drinking three bowls of wine, it was best not to cross the hill ahead because there was a tiger in the hill ahead. If one went in drunk and encountered the tiger, it would be a dead end.
However, Wu Song didn't care and actually drank eighteen bowls of wine in one go. Then, drunk, he entered the hill and killed a tiger.
This scene of Wu Song fighting the tiger had been praised by the people of the world. They praised Wu Song's drinking capacity and praised his martial arts.
However, later on, someone verified that the wine Wu Song brewed at that time didn't have a high alcohol content. It was about the same as ordinary beer, at most 14 or 15%. For modern people who drank boxes of it, it wasn't even worth mentioning.
However, the wine that Ye Xuan and the others were drinking was not rice wine, but something similar to the ancient Shaoshanzi. It was probably brewed from sorghum and had around 40 to 50% alcohol. One jar weighed five kilograms. Not to mention one jar, even one or two kilograms was enough to make a person drunk.
However, in front of Ye Xuan and the middle-aged man surnamed Qiao, this wine was like drinking water. The two of them drank bowl after bowl without stopping. The waiters of the restaurant who were watching from the stairwell were all dumbfounded, wondering if they had brought the wrong wine.
"Hahaha, good, good. Brother, you have a good drinking capacity!" The middle-aged man finished the wine in his bowl in one gulp. Looking at Ye Xuan, whose expression did not change, he laughed out loud in surprise. "Ever since I've traveled the martial arts world, I've never been convinced by anyone when it comes to wine. I didn't expect to meet a wine expert like you, brother. I really admire you!"
Ye Xuan put down the bowl in his hand, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and said with a smile on his face, "Actually, I admire your capacity for liquor even more. With your capacity for liquor, I'm afraid you're invincible in this world. I didn't expect to meet such an interesting person like you in this small restaurant. It seems like this trip has been worthwhile."
This was not Ye Xuan bragging, but he really felt that the person in front of him had a good drinking capacity. By now, the two of them had drunk nearly three jars of wine. One jar weighed five kilograms, so three jars were 15 kilograms. With his cultivation, even if he did not use the Celestial Core Power in his body, the wine was automatically absorbed by his body as soon as it entered his body. He did not feel drunk at all.
Simply put, this wine was like drinking water to him. He did not feel anything. After all, he had a Celestial Body. However, for ordinary people, even if they were experts in the Jianghu, it was impossible for them to resist the erosion of too much alcohol.
Alcohol could actually be regarded as a kind of poison. In particular, the higher the concentration of alcohol, the greater the damage to the human body. Even if one's Inner Strength was cultivated to the highest level, one could not be immune to it.
This was not a guess made by Ye Xuan. He had cultivated Inner Strength before, so he knew it very well.
Although the middle-aged man in front of him had good internal energy, he was still a mortal in the end. He was able to drink three jars of good wine in one go and was only slightly drunk. If he guessed correctly, in addition to the middle-aged man's strong internal energy, the middle-aged man's physique must be different from ordinary people.
This was not a rare thing. In modern society, it had been proven that there was an element called dehydrogenase in the human body. Some people had less of this element, so they would get drunk after just one drink. Some people had more dehydrogenase in their bodies, so they would not get drunk even after a thousand drinks.
With Ye Xuan's cultivation, if he wanted to check the constitution of the middle-aged man in front of him, it would only take him a moment to do so. However, he did not do so.
Originally, he had only come to the human world to relieve his boredom, and he wanted to relieve the depression he felt from being hunted down in the Untainted Land. Now that he was able to meet such a wonderful person in the human world, how could he care about such a trivial matter?
"Brother, you flatter me. The world is so big, I dare not say that I am invincible!" The middle-aged man shook his head and then looked at Ye Xuan. "But according to what you said, brother, are you not a person of this world?"
It was obvious that although he had drunk a few jars of wine, the middle-aged man was not drunk. On the contrary, he seemed to be in better spirits. He had actually caught the loophole in Ye Xuan's words.
Ye Xuan did not care. With a faint smile, he poured himself another bowl of wine. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. Then, he saw a middle-aged beggar dressed in Baijia clothes, holding a bamboo cane and a broken bowl in his hand suddenly walk up. Seeing the middle-aged man, his eyes could not help but light up. Then, he hurriedly walked over. He first glanced at Ye Xuan, then bowed to the middle-aged man and said, "Leader!"
The middle-aged man looked at the middle-aged beggar and nodded. "What's the matter?"
"Leader, this is an urgent report from the gang. Please take a look!" The middle-aged beggar hurriedly took out a piece of paper and handed it over.
The middle-aged man frowned slightly and then reached out to take the paper. Then, his eyebrows suddenly straightened and his eyes widened like copper bells. His originally calm body suddenly erupted with an imposing aura. The jar of wine in front of him directly exploded and the wine fell all over the sky. The middle-aged beggar who had delivered the letter was sent flying by this imposing aura. At the same time, he was also splashed by the wine that gushed out and was in a sorry state.
But Ye Xuan, who was sitting across from the middle-aged man, seemed to not notice this at all. The wine that had exploded due to the middle-aged man's rage, as well as the fragments of the wine jar, seemed to have lost their gravity when they arrived in front of Ye Xuan. They flew in all directions, unable to touch Ye Xuan at all.
When the middle-aged man saw this scene, his eyes couldn't help but flash with shock. Even with his martial arts, he couldn't see what martial arts Ye Xuan had used to dissolve the wine and splashes.
"Brother, I'm sorry. I was just shocked, and in the end …"
"Unguarded!" Ye Xuan smiled faintly and waved his hand. He then said, "It seems that you must have encountered some trouble. If something happened, you don't have to worry about it. You may leave."
"Alright, then I'll take my leave today. If fate allows it, I'll drink with you again in the future!" The middle-aged man was not a bashful person. He immediately stood up and cupped his hands towards Ye Xuan. "By the way, it's rare for us to meet. I'm Qiao Feng, the current leader of the Beggar Gang. May I know your name?"
"My name is Ye Xuan!" Ye Xuan looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and smiled.
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