If the numbers called out match the sum of one’s own and the opponent’s fingers, it counts as a win for oneself, and the opponent must drink as penalty.
As for the chant, there are various styles.
There’s the traditional call, such as "One Heart to You, Two Red Joy, Peach Garden Three, Four Seasons Wealth, Five Primus Hands..." and so on.
There are also Three Kingdoms punches, where Three Kingdoms stories are woven into punch commands, like "Unify the World," "Second Brother’s Pass," "Three Invitations to Kongming," etc.
In short, the variations are nurous and have long been widely spread.
The two of them first ceremoniously exchanged greetings, and then proceeded to the real competition.
"Five Primus Hands!"
"Four Seasons Wealth!"
"Nine Chang Chun!"
"Hahaha, drink!"
With soone seemingly accompanying, this person was quite enthusiastic, drinks until completely satisfied, even pulling open his garnts and rolling up his sleeves.
Quite like a regular drunkard.
But in Li Yan’s heart, the more peculiar it seed.
Drinking gas, gambling, dice gas...
These gas are widespread, but Li Yan rarely played them, considering that for a Magician with Divine Skills and Eye Power, playing such gas was almost akin to cheating.
Using spells to gamble is sothing only the lowly would do.
Yet when Magicians play these gas, there are subtleties involved.
Punch techniques, Secret Techniques, Illusion Technique can seamlessly integrate quietly, back and forth, akin to a Duel.
But this person in front was completely different.
No techniques were used, drinking like any ordinary person.
Faced with such a situation, Li Yan naturally wouldn’t play any tricks.
But his Eye Power remained there; he could easily judge the opponent’s fist choice from hand muscle movent.
Thus, he had to intentionally lose for the scene not to be too awkward.
Seeing an entire jug of wine almost empty, Li Yan finally lost his patience, his eyes shifting, and suddenly changed the chant.
"Three-pointed Two-edged Blade!"
"Nine Revolutions!"
"Four Dogs Accompanying!"
Finally, the Chengdu Hero’s gaze changed.
"Erlang Carrying Mountains!"
After Li Yan called this phrase, he set down the wine jug and stopped the ga, his gaze turning cold, then shaking his head, "Disappointing!"
Li Yan didn’t mind, his gaze calm, looking at the opponent.
So matters, if not exposed, the opponent would feign ignorance.
If it continued like this, perhaps after just one drinking session, the opponent would disappear, never to be seen again.
Revealing the truth could possibly bring a turning point.
But to Li Yan’s surprise, the opponent didn’t ask how he saw through it, but instead took out a silver ingot from his bosom, casually tossed it to a puzzled butcher, "Cancel the at order; divide the rest among yourselves."
With that said, he tidied his garnts, preparing to leave.
Good heavens, how could he let you escape!
In a hurry, Li Yan directly took out the Jade Pendant given by the Dragon Lady, "I am here on behalf of the Dragon Lady to investigate the matter of the River God’s exaltation; Immortal, if you have a directive, feel free to express it."
He truly didn’t know how to address this person.
Calling him ’senior’ seed too distant, so he straightforwardly called him ’Immortal.’
The Chengdu Hero halted his step, glanced at the Jade Pendant in Li Yan’s hand, remained silent for a mont, "He has already fled; I’m searching too. There might be clues over in Nanchong."
Having said that, he shook his robes and strode out the door.
Why so cryptic, not speaking clearly!
Li Yan hurriedly chased after, wanting to get to the bottom of it.
But the Chengdu Hero had just stepped out the door, and Li Yan followed closely.
After leaving the courtyard, there was not a trace of anyone in sight.
"Immortal, is your surna Li, or is it Yang?"
Li Yan’s heart stirred, loudly asked this question.
This question, asked with purpose.
The Guankou God is revered as the Sichuan ruler, with worship undergoing certain transformations.
Long ago, simply referred to as the Guankou God, Shu locals associated him with the second son of Li Bing. During the Tang Dynasty, there was a song titled "Erlang God," and co Song Dynasty, Erlang worship had extended to many regions.
During the Song Dynasty, people from Shu used Erlang’s na to stir up trouble, which led to suppression and slander by the court, even labeling him as an Evil God.
However, the court’s power couldn’t suppress it, instead, it sparked a rebellion among the Shu populace, and eventually, the court relented and recognized Erlang as a True God of national worship.
Later on, he even earned the title of National Guardian King.
Like Emperor Guan, this figure was also highly popular, naturally attracting contention from various sides. Whether his surna was Li or Yang, people wanted to understand which consciousness he predominantly followed.
"I’ll na you after my father!"
From the opposite inn’s second floor, a man awakened by the noise opened the window and shouted.
Li Yan’s eyes turned cold, he stretched his foot and flicked, and a pebble shot through the air with great power, smashing in front of the window, scattering dust everywhere.
The man hurriedly closed the window and ducked his head, not daring to speak again.
Looking at the empty and silent street, Li Yan sighed, turned around to close the door, and returned to the courtyard.
anwhile, outside the city, the Chengdu Hero strode along.
He was still the sa, with wide sleeves fluttering, sweeping up whirlwind and fallen leaves.
He moved extrely fast, and the sound of barking dogs echoed from afar to near, leaving a series of footprints on the ground, running around him constantly.
The Chengdu Hero looked at the sky, his eyes cold, yet with a hint of confusion, "If the surna is Yang, and trusting Li, what does it matter, the world originally has no , why bother taking this journey..."
...
"Young hero, was that human or ghost?"
The butcher selling at was terrified, biting the silver in his hand and then tossed it into the water. Seeing it float, he finally felt relieved.
"It’s none of your concern, don’t think or ask about it."
Li Yan shook his head and then glanced at the boiling mutton in the large pot next to him, "This at is special, blessed, serve a bowl later."
After speaking, he climbed up the stairs to the second floor.
The butcher was puzzled, but reminded by Li Yan, he vaguely guessed that the identity was extraordinary and quickly said, "Don’t sell this at, keep it all, bring it ho for the family to eat."
"Big Brother, what’s the reason?"
"High people do high deeds, if you could understand, wouldn’t you be high? Anyway, don’t talk nonsense, and don’t speak of tonight’s events to anyone!"
"Yes, Big Brother!"
After admonishing his younger brother, the butcher returned to his room.
The room had two Divine Statues, one with a black face, leopard head, and round eyes, the other with three eyes on the forehead, holding a Three-pointed Two-edged Blade, depicting Zhang Fei and Erlang God.
Zhang Fei is the Ancestor of the butcher profession, Erlang God is the Lord of Sichuan, enshrining these two at ho is not surprising at all.
The butcher looked respectful, burning incense and praying:
"Lord Yide protect!"
"Lord Erlang protect!"
On the other side, after heading upstairs, Li Yan opened the door.
"Young hero, you must save !"
Du Ping rushed over directly, kneeling on the ground.
Li Yan frowned slightly, "What’s going on?"
Du Ping said with a bitter face: "When I arrived in the city, I happened to encounter people from the Blood Jade Emperor Sect. Seeing them safe, Lady Wu said things may have changed and told to hide here first."
"But just as dusk was approaching, I saw soone across the street, it was that kid from the second branch, also accompanied by two Daoists, with bad intentions written all over their faces, probably discovering I’m alive and wanting to act."
"Just when the man previously ca in to eat at, he only turned his head and glared, and those two Taoists spat blood, later, they disappeared I don’t know where."
"Young hero, I did listen to your orders, you must save !"
He’s not stupid.
Li Yan and Lady Wu were preserving his life to utilize him from within to break down the Du Family, but now that he’s been discovered, he has lost his value.
In this world, people who lose value often et tragic ends.
"Never mind, you still have major uses."
Li Yan said solemnly: "If I’m not mistaken, soon Lady Wu will secretly send soone to find you, they have strong reinforcents, this ti the Du Family is dood, if you perform well, you might even beco the Family Head."
After offering reassurance, Li Yan continued to ask, "Do you know where those people are hiding? I will deal with them and gather intelligence."
This batch of Du Family mbers is likely mbers of the Ghost Sect.
People like Du Ping are just unlucky pawns pushed to the front.
"This I really know."
Du Ping said: "Those two Daoists, one of them is the temple priest from the small Mountain God Temple outside the city. On the way here, that rascal seed to be talking happily with the Daoist, I thought they t by chance, but didn’t expect it was collusion."
"Alright, I’m leaving now, whether you live or not depends on your performance."
After giving instructions, Li Yan turned and went downstairs, drank a big bowl of mutton soup, feeling warm in his stomach, and sweat on his forehead.
Facing the cold wind, he quickly walked toward the outside of the city.
Recalling the previous words, he mused, "Nanchong? Seems the Daoist didn’t pick wrongly, let’s resolve this matter quickly and go et..."
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