Chapter 55: Drinking Game

  After entering the wine building, Liang Xu ordered a private room and then ordered a large table of dishes, and also asked for two bottles of Maotai.

  "Come on, come on, Little Yang, this cup is a toast from Big Brother to you, thank you for saving Mengmeng!" Liang Xu raised the full wine glass in a toast to Zhao Yang before tilting his head back and downing it in one gulp.

  "Brother Akira, save Moe Moe! This is what I should do. Let's go!"

  Seeing Liang Xu being so generous, Zhao Yang didn't waste any words and directly raised his wine cup for a big gulp. The throat-burning liquor went down in one swallow, and immediately a warm energy spread out.

  Seeing Zhao Yang also drinking to the end, Liang Xu couldn't help but greatly admire him, laughing loudly: "Good! I didn't expect Little Yang to be so generous, come on, let's get drunk together today!"

  As a soldier, Liang Xu's drinking capacity was not bad, and he was also generous. Seeing Zhao Yang drink happily, he immediately felt a bit close to him.

  "As long as Brother Xu doesn't give up, I'll accompany him to the end, and not leave until we're drunk!" Zhao Yang didn't say another word and immediately refilled the wine cups for both Liang Xu and himself. The two clinked their cups together and downed their drinks in one gulp.

  "Come, come, little brother, eat, eat!" After drinking two cups, Liang Xu enthusiastically invited Zhao Yang to eat. On the side, Liang Jing was taking care of her niece Mengmeng, occasionally serving her dishes...

  Drinking wine, Liang Xu and Zhao Yang also chatted freely, and before long, a bottle of Maotai was already empty. After drinking like this, the two people had completely eliminated their initial estrangement. Especially Zhao Yang drank wine with relish, not pushing it away at all, such generosity made Liang Xu feel great!

  Liang Jing smiled brightly as she watched her older brother and Zhao Yang drinking together. She saw that the two of them downed a bottle of Maotai in one go, and yet Zhao Yang's face didn't show even a hint of drunkenness, still looking calm and composed. She couldn't help but secretly admire Zhao Yang's capacity for alcohol.

  A bottle of Maotai, two people shared it for a while, although not much, but someone like Zhao Yang who didn't drink at all was rare. At this moment, Liang Jing couldn't help but think of what happened earlier when Zhao Yang could even block bullets, and listening to the surrounding people's speculation, saying that Zhao Yang was a martial arts master, seeing some kind of protective aura on his chest, her curiosity suddenly arose.

  Previously, I was too worried about Zhao Yang's safety, and at that time, Liang Jing didn't think much about it. Now that I've calmed down, I realize how unbelievable Zhao Yang's behavior was before!

  As she thought of this, Liang Jing glanced at Zhao Yang's eyes and flashed a hint of curiosity. Liang Jing wanted to ask for confirmation, but hesitated for a moment and suppressed it, not speaking up.

  Liang Xu then opened a second bottle of Maotai and continued to drink with Zhao Yang. At this point, both of them directly threw away their original small cups and switched to large ones. So one cup was a full three liang.

  Liang Jing wasn't worried at all. She was very clear about her big brother's capacity for liquor. As for Zhao Yang, judging from his composed demeanor, he probably wouldn't even notice this amount of alcohol.

  In less than half an hour, Zhao Yang and Liang Xu had already finished two bottles of Maotai. Although Liang Xu was known for his capacity to hold liquor, he too began to feel the effects of the alcohol at this point, with his face and neck turning bright red, but without showing much sign of intoxication.

  Looking at Zhao Yang, it's even more unimpeded. In fact, Zhao Yang didn't use his true energy to refine and evaporate the alcohol in his body, but his cultivation had already broken through the foundation period, and his body's resistance in all aspects was far superior to that of ordinary people after building the foundation, so even if he only relied on his physical resistance, drinking three or five kilograms of high-proof white wine would be like child's play.

  Even ordinary poison would have little effect on Zhao Yang, and even if he didn't use his true energy to expel it. So Zhao Yang wasn't afraid of drinking with Liang Xu at all.

  Liang Xu was also a person who became more and more excited as he drank, the happiest thing being that someone accompanied him to drink and chat wildly. For a time, he seemed to have already regarded Zhao Yang as his bosom friend, only lacking in sacrificing a chicken and burning incense to become sworn brothers.

  Watching the two of them drink cup after cup, their conversation became completely uninhibited. Liang Jing, who was sitting on one side, finally couldn't help but interrupt and ask: "Zhao Yang, I have a question for you."

  After drinking a bit too much Maotai, Zhao Yang's face was slightly flushed. When he heard Liang Jing's words, he immediately said: "Sister Jing, you speak."

  Liang Jing didn't hesitate any longer and directly asked, "Earlier I saw you catch a bullet with your bare hands, and someone beside me said they seemed to see some kind of aura around your chest. Are you really one of those 'martial arts masters' from the wuxia novels?"

  "Old brother, you really caught the bullet with your bare hands?"

  Although Liang Jing had told him about the general course of events before, she hadn't mentioned in detail how Zhao Yang had taken a bullet. Now that Liang Jing brought it up, he couldn't help but look surprised and curious as well.

  Zhaoyang hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly. This matter wasn't worth hiding anyway, as long as he didn't say he was a "Cultivator", and that the ultimate goal of cultivation was to become an immortal, which was completely beyond ordinary people's understanding. As for being a martial arts master or something like that, although few people knew about it, there were still some who did.

  Let's not mention the distant ones, just that girl with a ponytail that Zhao Yang met while practicing on the lake shore. For ordinary people, she can barely be considered a so-called 'martial arts master'. With her skills, although her actual combat experience is slightly insufficient, even three to five special soldiers would not be able to get close to her.

  That ponytailed girl is only eighteen or nineteen years old, and the senior who taught her martial arts must have a higher cultivation level. It's likely that they've reached the peak of foundation building, and it's even possible that they've broken through to the 'condensing energy period'.

  When Zhao Yang surprisingly nodded in agreement, Liang Jing suddenly showed a look of surprise, guessing was one thing, but getting a personal confirmation was another matter altogether.

  "Zhao Yang, are you really a 'martial arts master'? Then how did you catch the bullet earlier? Was it really because of your protective aura?" Liang Jing asked in surprise.

  The gaze of Liang Xu beside him towards Zhao Yang also became somewhat different.

  Zhao Yang smiled and looked at Liang Jing and Liang Xu, then nodded calmly and said: "Yes. It's indeed a protective aura. Now I can only block handgun bullets, if it were to be replaced with large-caliber gun bullets, I'm afraid I would also get injured. The small hole on my clothes was broken open by the impact force of that bullet just now."

  Zhao Yang pointed to a small hole on his chest.

  At this time, Liang Jing and Liang Xu also discovered this point. The gaze of the two people looking at Zhao Yang all carried a few shades of different colors.

  "Little brother, I'm being presumptuous in asking this, but is your kung fu something you learned from your family or did you learn it from some high-ranking master? And are there many experts like you?" Liang Xu couldn't help but ask with a fervent gaze.

  "This skill of mine is probably a family heirloom. As for someone with my level of cultivation..."

  Zhao Yang hesitated for a moment before continuing, "To be honest, I don't know much about this either. Jing Jie also knows that I was in a car accident and was unconscious for two years. Before that, I had never met any other skilled martial artists. It wasn't until after I woke up that I coincidentally met someone who could barely be considered to have decent skills, but her training was different from mine. In modern terms, she should be considered a practitioner of 'national arts'. Hmm, it seems like she practiced a unique style of 'Xingyiquan'..."

  What Zhao Yang said was naturally referring to the ponytail girl.