Chapter 70: Drunk on a Thousand Cups

  At the Luo's house, Zhao Ji and Yuan Chengzhi received extremely good hospitality. Luo Zhongshan set up a grand banquet to entertain the members of the merchant group and also to give a warm welcome to the two men.

  After a day of rushing about, Zhao Ji had hardly eaten anything. When he sat down at the table, he didn't stand on ceremony and started eating with gusto.

  In the grand hall, a banquet was laid out. At the main table, there were only six people: Luo Zhongshan, Luo Qiushui, Zhao Ji, Yuan Chengzhi, Luo Fu and Luo Qingyun.

  The other five people looked at Zhao's gluttonous appearance, and they were all a bit stunned. Like Yuan Chengzhi, although he was also very hungry, when eating, he was quite elegant, without any roughness.

  Several people stared at Zhao Ji in surprise, but he himself didn't feel anything. Not to mention that he couldn't guess what others were thinking, even if he knew, he wouldn't think it was a big deal.

  Formerly Zhao Ji was very disciplined, but it was a discipline in a big direction, and in life, he had always been unrestrained.

  Seeing Zhao being completely unbridled and ignoring the gaze of others, eating and drinking with abandon, Luo Zhongshan was initially taken aback, then a smile spread across his face as he slapped the table and exclaimed: "Good, good! The young hero is indeed a true hero and great man, unencumbered by trivialities. I am deeply impressed. Come, let me toast you with a cup, and once again thank you for saving my daughter's life."

  I drank this cup of wine.

  He raised his wine glass and toasted Mount Luojun in the distance, then drank it down cleanly.

  The wine of the heavenly world is quite different from what Zhao Ji used to drink in the past. The wine drunk in Zengjia Village is similar to the ancient Chinese wine, which is a low-degree wine, also known as grain wine.

  At this time, after drinking the wine in the cup, Zhao Ji had a different feeling. The wine of Luo's house was quite different from the one he drank in Zengjiacun village, with a much higher degree, somewhat similar to Er Guan Tou, but with a slightly lower degree.

  "Mr. Luo, I've finished this cup of wine, representing your gratitude which I accept. Please don't mention this matter again in the future. Also, you can call me Zhao Ji, but please stop calling me Little Hero, it's a title I absolutely cannot bear."

  He turned the cup over, indicating that he had drunk all of this cup of wine, not a single drop left. Zhao Ji nodded slightly towards Luo Zhongshan and said solemnly.

  "Alright then, from now on I won't call you Little Hero anymore, but instead just one word: Xiao Sheng."

  Lu Zhongshan's gaze swept over Luo Qiushui, focusing on Zhao Ji's shy eyes, and thought for a moment before speaking in a clear tone.

  "Alright then."

  Luozhong Mountain's self-righteousness made Zhao Ji somewhat unexpected, but regarding a title issue, he didn't want to argue too much, so he agreed.

  Just after paying respects to Luo Zhongshan, Luo Qiushui stood up again, picked up a small wine cup, and gestured towards Zhao Ji with a slight smile: "Brother Zhao, I'll also toast you a cup."

  "Alright, I'll drink this cup of wine as a toast to you, Lu Niang."

  He raised his wine cup and drained it in one gulp.

  Zhao Ji's alcohol tolerance was originally very good, he could drink 2-3 catties of 60-70 degree Erguotou, the heavenly wine was not as strong as Erguotou, and with his internal skill cultivation, his alcohol tolerance increased even more, so drinking it naturally felt even more heroic.

  After that, Luo Fu and Luo Qingyun took turns offering a toast to Zhao Ji. He didn't decline, but instead raised his cup and drank it all in one gulp, as if he was drinking plain water.

  Zhao Ji's heroic spirit infected many people. People from other tables also came one by one to toast him and thank him repeatedly.

  The members of these merchant groups, to be honest, Zhao Ji didn't remember many of them, most were unrecognizable, only a small part felt somewhat familiar.

  But no matter whether they were familiar or unfamiliar, as long as they came over to toast him, Zhao Ji never declined and accepted them all.

  Earlier, after a hearty meal, Zhao Ji had already eaten seven or eight parts full, his stomach was full of food, and when he started drinking, it was fierce. At first, others came to toast him, but in the end, it turned into a drinking contest.

  The drinking was in full swing, Zhao Ji and dozens of people clinked glasses, the heroic spirit that emptied the cup made Luo Qiushui's eyes shine brightly, her cheeks slightly flushed, it was unclear whether it was due to the wine or not.

  More than half a time later, when the wine was finished, unknowingly, Zhao Ji had drunk thousands of cups of wine, his brain was already dizzy, and everything he saw was shaking.

  "Zhao, you've had too much to drink, why don't you go rest for a bit?"

  When the banquet ended and Zhao Ji got up, his body swayed slightly. Luo Qiushui hurried over to support him, saying with concern.

  After a bout of heavy drinking, Zhao Ji was indeed a bit drunk, his whole person was dizzy, but his brain could still function and his consciousness was relatively clear.

  He looked up at the sky, and the sun had already set to the west. He was afraid that it wouldn't be long before dusk arrived. Thinking of his original purpose for coming to Sifang City, Zhao Ji's intoxication suddenly cleared by half.

  "I can't rest anymore, it's getting late and I have to hurry back today. So, please help me out, Miss Luo, find someone to take me to the pharmacy and buy all the necessary medicine."

  Straining to stand upright, suppressing the dizziness that was rising in his mind, Zhao Ji said to Luo Qiushui.

  "Zhang, do you have to go back today? Why don't you just stay at my place for the night, sleep off the wine, and head back early tomorrow morning?"

  Luoye Shui was extremely reluctant to part with it.

  "No, saving a person is like fighting a fire, Ding Dajie's condition is very serious. The sooner we gather the medicinal materials on the prescription, the greater the possibility of curing her."

  Zhao Ji firmly refused with polite words.

  "Alright, alright."

  The urgency of treating the illness, Luo Qiushui still has some understanding, after all, there is a rather large-scale pharmacy at home. Knowing that Zhao Ji was really anxious, although she had some reluctance in her heart, she still helped with all her might, without any intention of dragging her feet.

  Without letting Zhao Ji go get the medicine himself, Luo Qiushui called over a servant and had Zhao Ji tell him what medicines were needed, then sent him to fetch them from the family's pharmacy.

  The servant summoned by Luo Qiushui was originally a helper in the pharmacy. Zhao Ji listed out the required medicinal materials, and fortunately, all of them were available in the pharmacy, not being particularly rare items, except that some of the names were different.

  That servant was very efficient and had all the medicinal herbs ready in less than half a time.

  That's the reason why some people are good at doing things. If they hadn't met Luo Qiushui, Zhao Ji and Yuan Chengzhi would have rushed into Sifang City in a hurry, knowing nothing about the situation, wanting to get all the medicinal materials, it would take at least half a day, or maybe even being slaughtered by someone.

  Everything was settled, and Zhao Ji was about to bid farewell. At the moment of parting, outside the city gate of Sifang City, Luo Qiushui reluctantly handed a long sword to Zhao Ji's hand, softly saying: "Brother Zhao, because of my fault, you lost your precious sword. This is a long sword I've collected, I'm giving it to you, hope you like it."

  "Alright, I've accepted it. We'll meet again someday."

  Facing Luo Qiu's expectant gaze, Zhao hesitated for a moment, then took it in one swift motion and turned to leave on horseback.

  The long sword in his hand, the scabbard was simple and unadorned, with a subtle glow. As soon as Zhao Ji saw it, he knew it was a treasured sword, its quality far surpassing that of fine iron swords. He had originally intended to decline, but couldn't resist Luo Qiushui's affectionate gaze, so in the end he accepted it.

  He turned resolutely and galloped away, almost fleeing, his speed so fast that Zhao Ji did not hear Luo Qiushui's low muttering.

  "Brother Zhao, we will meet again soon."