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Chapter 37 – Night Drinking

The fight between Duan Chongxuan and Cheng Tianyu, whether in performance or educational value, had reached the highest standards so far in this Flower Picking Festival. It was even more suitable as material for storytelling that enriched the Ye City folks' entertainment.

Cheng Tianyu became famous in his youth and traveled the world, carrying the saber of the Qing Lu Sword Sect's sage. Duan Chongxuan was nominally a disciple of the Sword Saint; however, more people considered him as the Academy Director's relative1.

Gossip about saints could not be said frivolously, yet these stories of young prodigies were an interesting topic. There were also people who noticed the four shadows behind this battle. Thus, this was more analogous to a confrontation between the Qing Lu Sword Sect and Cang Ya.

No matter how bad the rumors were outside, on this night, the story's protagonists were sitting on the rooftop, drinking wine under Ye City's moonlight.

Duan Chongxuan thought this was the most exhilarating day of his life. So exhilarating that he had a hard time expressing it and needed to punish himself with a big swig of wine.

Thus, he bought three wine bowls 2 and three huge jugs of 'Drunken Immortal'.

Yin Biyue didn't know how to drink. Or more precisely, he never drank before. But today, he was equally light-hearted and yearned for the feel of third shixiong's grand sentiment of an 'unrestrained jianghu man carrying booze'.

Luo Mingchuan sat by his side. Even with a huge coarse-porcelain wine bowl in his hand, his posture was proper and his clothes tidy. A complete, gentlemanly air— if one could ignore the red flush emerging on his lower ear lobes.

Too close. Close enough to hear the person beside him breathe and feel the slight coolness of his body temperature. It reminded him of that day in the alleyway, when shidi supported him back to Lake Qiu.

Fortunately, Duan Chongxuan's voice floated intermittently across, making the awkwardness be not-too-obvious. Duan Chongxuan had already laid down on the rooftop, hugging the liquor jug and crossing his legs. He seemingly was drunk in the moonlight, and his speech became incoherent as well,

"Feng Huo, Beckoning Fire; I actually used it. How did I just use it... I always thought I couldn't. I'm indeed my father's son, his actual flesh and blood... I worship myself... Father, I really miss you..."

Yin Biyue thought he was extremely embarrassing .At this age, he still called for his dad when drunk. If this image was seen by Ye City's ladies, they wouldn't have to be worried about going outside anymore.

Luo Mingchuan only smiled and shook his head.

Duan Chongxuan suddenly stood up and walked to the roof's edge.

His sash twisted in the evening breeze, and the sleeves fluttered, as if he was going to ride away into the wind.

He faced the moonlight, and with surprising articulation and intonation, he started to sing.

"The overlooking deep ravine was grudgingly distant, the ascending lofty peak was tormentingly far... Then the Milky Way tilted toward the left side of the world, the northern land chased the stars of the South; White Dew obscured the sky, the white moon drifted across the heavens. He hummed the verses of Qi, studying earnestly of the writing ...3"

Just as Yin Biyue thought he was sober, he fell down from the eaves head-first.

After a moment, a muffled voice floated up, "I'm okay —"

Then it was the sound of him opening and closing the door to his room.

Thus, there were only two people left on the roof, along with the bright moon.

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