Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 941 - 747: Galloping Generously into the Central Plains, Not for Vengeance nor for Favor
Clip-clop, clip-clop!!
A swift sound of hooves echoed from the direction of the mountain path bend, not far away.
Suddenly, a contingent of two to three hundred riders burst forth like a whirlwind to the open space at the mountain’s base.
Xiao Qiushui, wearing a Martial Arts attire, his red cloak gradually drooping in the wind, pulled the reins to stop, looking towards the group descending the slope. His gaze landed on Jiang Dali, who was being crowded by the people, and he hurriedly dismounted, laughing loudly, took three steps forward, and clasped his fists excitedly, "Subordinate Xiao Qiushui, greets Champion King!"
Behind him, several hundred cavalry also dismounted in unison, dropping to one knee and resting their swords as they respectfully called out like thunder.
"We greet Champion King!!"
"Hahaha, Xiao Qiushui, it’s been some time since I last saw you. You’ve become quite courteous, making such a grand gesture just to see me!"
Jiang Dali laughed as he descended the slope, while numerous elite mountain bandits began taking out liquor from their bags, and a few female Players from his Personal Guard hurriedly prepared to move forward to serve.
Xiao Qiushui had already instructed the cavalry behind to bring out prepared wine and dishes, greeting them with a smile, "In the past, I met Champion King in the wild Martial World; back then, we could disregard formalities and act as we pleased. Now, you are exalted as Prince and a National Guardian Hero of Song Country. Although we people of the Martial World do not care much for etiquette, in front of all these hundreds of soldiers, I must pay attention to it."
Jiang Dali said displeased, "You know well that I, the village chief, do not like this routine."
Xiao Qiushui laughed heartily, thinking that the Black Wind Village Chief remained true to his original nature, being heroic and carefree, untamed and unrestrained. His words showed he did not take his official position too seriously, and instead was more proud of his Martial World fame as the Black Wind Village Chief.
He immediately laughed, "It’s precisely because I know that Qiushui does not address you respectfully, it seems the village chief is still as carefree and unbridled as ever. I’m here today to send you off, wishing your triumphant return! Alas, General Yue is far on the battlefield, unable to join us for a drink!"
Jiang Dali approached, amazed, looking at the laid-out table and dishes with a faint smile, "It seems you guessed I wouldn’t enter Xiangyang City, and came out of the city to bid me farewell, thoughtful indeed."
Xiao Qiushui extended a hand to invite, "Right now, thousands of Black Wind Village braves are outside Changzhou City, confronting the Divine Guard. I’ve heard the Divine Guard has invited experts to soon encircle the Black Wind Village braves. Although I don’t know why the village chief chose to rest outside Xiangyang City now, I guess you won’t have much leisure time, so I led the people out of the city to welcome you and bid farewell here. Village Chief, please sit!"
The two, while talking, took their seats.
A deputy waiting nearby immediately stepped forward to personally pour wine for the two.
Four female Players of the Personal Guard watched as NPC soldiers busily served back and forth, exchanging glances. They wondered inwardly that even between NPCs, there was such courtesy, inviting each other for meals, with servants already arranged.
The four of them wanted to step forward to serve tea and mingle for some rewards but found it hard to intervene.
Xiao Qiushui warmly invited Dongfang Bubai and Wang Yuyan, Murong Qingqing, and others to sit.
When it came to Cangling Master and Cheng Kun, they shook their heads immediately, not daring to sit together with their village chief or the acknowledged village chief’s wives.
Dongfang Bubai drank a few sips of wine; Wang Yuyan stopped after eating a few green vegetables, focusing on listening to Jiang Dali and Xiao Qiushui’s conversation, occasionally helping Jiang Dali with the dishes, serving diligently.
Jiang Dali enjoyed a rare moment of leisure drinking with people, conversing with Xiao Qiushui from Martial Arts to the current battlefield situation.
They talked about the experts from the Jin and Liao countries, and without realizing it, the dishes on the table were mostly gone, most of it had gone into Jiang Dali’s surprisingly large stomach.
"Hahaha, Brother Xiao, there’s no need to worry about Lu Xiaofeng’s safety; he’s very clever. Even if that little old man Wu Ming captured him, he won’t be in trouble now."
Jiang Dali finished the wine in his bowl, looked at the bottom of the bowl drained clean and laughed.
Xiao Qiushui, proactively pouring wine, shook his head, "I indeed do not worry about Hero Lu’s safety, because even if Wu Ming the Island Master captured Hero Lu, the main aim is to threaten you, the village chief, so I worry about this aspect."
"Hmm?"
Jiang Dali’s gaze flashed, proudly smiled, and put down the bowl, "The aim of Wu Ming is well known; if this village chief were easily manipulated, the Martial World fame would be wasted. That old man knows he’s playing with fire. Once I’ve dealt with the Ming Country’s matters, I’ll make time to deal with them."
Xiao Qiushui’s heart relaxed, with Jiang Dali’s words, the pressure eased quite a bit.
The fact is Song Country currently lacks top experts, and if this formidable man does not participate, the seemingly tense Three Kingdoms war could be overturned at any moment.
"With the village chief’s words, I’m relieved. Come, let’s raise our glasses again!"
"Cheers!"
The two bowls clattered together, drained in one go.
"Hahaha, how can drinking lack my presence, Yan Kuangtu? Black Wind Child, you have regained your former glory, and with your words today, I, Yan will set aside past grievances and drink to you!"
A sudden laugh resounded, overwhelming power whipped up gusts, making dishes and cups on the table dance as if performing.
Faces slightly changed, the mountain bandits clenched their steel knives, short axes, with veins bulging on the backs of their hands.
A red-maned fiery horse galloped rapidly straight ahead, as if swirling a whirlwind with Bursting Energy, dust rising densely, upon which sat an old man with broad shoulders, thick brows, bright eyes, exuding a majestic presence.
"Everyone stop!"
Xiao Qiushui immediately stood to halt, yet the fiery steed jumped directly past mountain bandits who were wielding long knives and short axes, rider amongst whirlwind, swiftly reaching for the table’s wine jar.
"Yan Kuangtu! Didn’t expect you to come, but this wine isn’t something you can just drink."
Jiang Dali laughed heartily and suddenly struck simultaneously, pressing a palm from a distance.
Boom!!
Air shook greatly, Qi Force stirred and rebounded, emitting an unusual sharp howling sound.
This was the unique exertion technique of the Mighty Dragon Divine Palm, causing immense reverberating explosive force.
Yan Kuangtu, who rushed forth, his face stern, reversed his hand from claw to palm, palm power striking like a gale against the Qi Force.
Boom!!
Upon contact, Yan Kuangtu’s expression changed drastically, feeling his hand tremble numbly as it bounced back, while the Qi Force surged again like a tide pushing waves.
"Hey!!"
Yan Kuangtu flicked his two fingers, and with two sharp "whizz" sounds, two extremely strong finger winds shot out like lightning, colliding with the tidal wave of palm power—it was the "Ananda Finger Technique".
Two bursts of Qi Force exploded loudly.
"Senior, village chief, stop!"
Xiao Qiushui’s expression changed, and he immediately tried to intervene.
However, at this moment Yan Kuangtu shouted loudly, "I insist on drinking!"
He dodged Xiao Qiushui and reached for the wine jar on the table again.
But at this moment, the wine jar on the table suddenly seemed to grow legs and ran towards Jiang Dali’s palm under the force of suction.
Yan Kuangtu glared angrily, his beard and hair bristled, knowing that this suction power shouldn’t be touched, yet he hesitated not and reached directly with his claw.
His claw lacked murderous intent.
—He had always admired those willing to sacrifice for their country.
He always killed whenever he wanted, and refrained when he didn’t want to; he respected people who were deeply loyal and devoted to their country, categorizing them as "the ones he liked".
Because he considered himself merely a person devoid of emotion, who had never contributed anything for the country, yet he was an extremely prideful person.
This grasp was meant to exert all his strength, risking being drained of power just to grab the wine jar and take a sip, for nothing other than proving that he wasn’t to be underestimated by this Black Wind Village Chief, and to drink away all his frustration in one gulp, venting his feelings.
What is liberation?
If the Black Wind Village Chief doesn’t want the old man to drink, then the old man will insist on drinking, snatching it from his grasp!
With a snap!
Yan Kuangtu easily grasped the wine jar, and the expected suction force didn’t erupt.
Jiang Dali’s eyes smiled warmly, his palm separated from Yan Kuangtu’s by the wine jar.
Both of their palms grabbed the jar together.
Yan Kuangtu froze.
Jiang Dali released his hold with a casual wave and said, "A jar of wine, this village chief can afford, but Yan Kuangtu, you should think it through—you’re drinking with your son’s murderer."
"If you decide you still want to drink, I, Jiang Dali, am truly impressed by you as a person, and will punish myself with three jars."
"Enemy! Enemy!"
Yan Kuangtu’s bright eyes stared fixedly at Jiang Dali’s annoying face, his whole being surging with a formidable aura, then he suddenly laughed, lifted the tankard, and drank heartily, the clear wine soaking his graying beard, splashing everywhere, the aroma wafting.
"Senior Yan!"
Xiao Qiushui was deeply moved.
Yan Kuangtu drank it all in one gulp, smashed the wine jar to the ground, and cried, "To whip for the sake of duty upon the Central Plains, not for revenge nor benevolence."
I, Yan Kuangtu, willingly forget personal grudges for national grace. Black Wind Child, you better stick to your word and punish yourself with three jars."
"Only a true hero can maintain their essence. Senior Yan, with your spirit, it’s no wonder you sired someone as bold as Li Chenzhou. I, Jiang, am truly impressed! Impressed by the father and son both!"
Jiang Dali laughed aloud, stretched out a hand, and slapped.
Boom, boom, boom—
The seals of three wine jars on the ground were shattered by the Mountain Crossing Bull Striking Qi Force.
His large hand suddenly grabbed.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
The wine from the three jars transformed into three silver streams, like silver snakes, struggling and wriggling right into Jiang Dali’s open mouth.
Many people around witnessed such a scene of drinking for the first time, all dumbfounded.
They could only smell the wafting wine aroma, hear the wine pouring into Jiang Dali’s throat like a waterfall; just watching made their heads spin.
Yan Kuangtu shouted "Good", his heartache slightly alleviated, his heroism and admiration for Jiang Dali grew, and suddenly he looked at Xiao Qiushui, sitting down with a sigh, and said, "Kid, don’t worry, I’m not here to suffer. I’ve always said, national revenge is always greater than family hatred."
Moreover, now I’ve investigated thoroughly and can see clearly, in the struggle of titans, one must inevitably be injured; my son died without disgrace, along with my daughter-in-law Zhao Shirong; they died dignified, thanked this kid, winners and losers, no injustice! No injustice!"
Despite saying that, Yan Kuangtu continued drinking a bowl, clearly internally unsettled.
Three jars of wine, Jiang Dali drank in one gulp, shouted "Wonderful", rose and declared, "Throughout history, saints are all lonely, only drinkers leave their names."
Today, drinking heartily with two jolly guests, I, Jiang, don’t regret coming, and now bid farewell, till we meet again on the Three Kingdoms Battlefield!!"
Xiao Qiushui hurriedly ordered for the plates and bowls to be cleared away, stood up, cupped his hands and said warmly, "Qiushui sees off the village chief, wishing the village chief a thousand miles of success, may success come immediately!"
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