Legend of Sword King

When he thought of this, due to the position of Song Zhuo, Junyan, Song Qianshu had the idea of roping in Cheng Qing. But he immediately remembered, the reason that Qi Zhuo failed to rope him in was because he had no intention of relying on others. If he wanted Cheng Qing to become Song Zhenren's man, it would be very difficult for him.    

    

After all, in essence, there was no difference between the two. At the very most, it could be said that Song Qianshu and Cheng Qing had some friendship.    

    

Realizing this, Song Qianshu did not feel discouraged, he was determined to at least befriend Cheng Qing himself, even if he could not recruit Cheng Qing for Song Zhen.    

    

Not to mention that he felt that Cheng Qing had a good temper and was very suitable for making friends. Even from a personal perspective, making friends with some of the more promising people of the same generation was an essential part of a young man's future in the martial arts world.    

    

Song Qianshu raised his wine cup and said, "Brother Chen, you and I are friends at first sight. I toast you with this goblet of wine. If there is no other reason, then we will not get to know each other!" Finishing his words, Song Qianshu raised his head and did it first as a form of respect.    

    

When he thought of his first meeting with Song Qianshu, Cheng Qing also felt that it was rather dramatic. He was naturally an easygoing person, so he naturally felt the goodwill from Song Qianshu. Naturally, he also drank all the wine in his cup.    

    

"Awesome!" Song Qianshu poured wine once more and toasted Cheng Qing.    

    

Cheng Qing did not refuse anyone who came. He would definitely accompany Song Qianshu for a drink.    

    

After a while, the two of them quickly entered a state of meditation.    

    

From time to time, the wine table would be filled with empty wine jugs.    

    

The wine that Song Qianshu called out was naturally all expensive and good. Otherwise, it would not fit his status as a member of a Feudal Lord family. When the waiter served the wine, his smile was exceptionally brilliant. After all, this wine was sold through his hands, so he could get a lot of money.    

    

However, as more and more liquor was served, the shop assistant's smile remained on his face. However, it was obvious that he was extremely stiff and his eyes gradually filled with worry.    

    

Obviously, the waiters were afraid that Cheng Qing and Song Qianshu would get drunk and refuse to pay for the wine in the restaurant. If that was the case, then the restaurant really did not dare to do anything. After all, Song Qianshu's identity as a disciple of a Feudal Lord family was already known to all.    

    

If that were the case, the guy would have to take the blame — at least part of it.    

    

When Cheng Qing and Song Qianshu were in high spirits, they didn't have time to care about what the shop assistant was thinking.    

    

Song Qianshu's eyes were hazy as he stretched out his thumb and said with a look of admiration, "Brother Chen has good alcohol tolerance! It's not that I'm flattering you, just based on your alcohol tolerance, you have a foothold in Liangzhou City. I, Song Qianshu, have learned to drink, but I have never lost to anyone, but today... I admire you! "    

    

Seeing Song Qianshu in a state of confusion, Cheng Qing felt that this was both funny and interesting. At the same time, the way he looked at Song Qianshu became a lot more amiable.    

    

The disciples of the Feudal Lords had always been proud of their own status. They would not easily befriend others, and they would not reveal their unsightly side. However, Song Qianshu was willing to get drunk with him. Furthermore, from the beginning to the end, he did not have the intention of slowing down the speed of drinking. This straightforward and genuine attitude made Cheng Qing have a good impression of Song Qianshu.    

    

Cheng Qing raised his glass and said, "Come, we won't go back until we're drunk!"    

    

"I won't leave until I'm drunk!" The red-faced Song Qianshu raised his wine cup with one hand and slammed the table with the other as he shouted. He no longer had the grace and elegance of a man from a sect.    

    

Chen Qing smiled as he downed the wine in his cup.    

    

At this moment, a faint fragrance came from far away and quickly entered Cheng Qing's perception.    

    

Cheng Qing raised his head to look at the source of the fragrance.    

    

An extremely beautiful young girl with elegant clothes and a beautiful face was currently walking towards him with a smile as she went up to the pavilion.