He was shrinking back, acting with utter lawlessness.

Ah Liang continued to show off his extensive knowledge, “That white dragon pulling the pavilion boat through the water comes from the Anle Temple’s mural of the sea, and the black dragon comes from a ‘Divine Dragon Bestowing Rain’ painting. I’ve personally seen both the temple mural and the painting. Each was indeed missing a white dragon and a black dragon respectively.”

“As for that group of experts standing beside Guo Outing earlier, they are first-rate masters of painting. Among them, three are particularly skilled at drawing dragons. Their names should all be in your books: Chen Suoweng, whose brushstrokes are like iron hooks, able to capture dragons within the paintings. Fang Huqing, hailed as the sage of cursive script in painting, is sought after by various dynasties for court paintings of aquatic creatures and seascapes. Dong Biling, before his ascendance to cultivation, was a court painter who once painted dragons on the north wall of the Jade Hall by imperial decree, his brushwork extremely refined. As a result, it was so lifelike that when the Emperor added the finishing touch with a dot to the eye, Heaven and Earth responded, clouds and mist arose, and the water patterns on the wall resembled surging waves, scaring a large number of dragon offspring who came to admire the painting.”

Li Huai, for once, praised Ah Liang, “You really know a lot.”

Ah Liang tilted his head back, took a swig of wine, wiped his mouth, and his eyes were deep, “Knowing too much, the worst thing is remembering it all. That’s why I drink.”

Life is but a fleeting existence, a wisp of dust in the wind. The passage of years is like a flowing river. Before we know it, we are companions with the earth. We race towards death, never pausing for rest. We shed tears for it, allowing no time for reflection.

Always immerse your life in intoxication, riding a horse home in the moonlight while drunk.

Li Huai asked suspiciously, “Where did you get ‘Bright Moon Wine’?”

Earlier, at Li Yehou’s residence, they each had a jug and had finished them.

Ah Liang immediately put on a mischievous grin, “It was during a visit many years ago. Brother Yehou insisted I take away a hundred or so jars, or he wouldn’t let me leave. I couldn’t refuse his kindness, so I had to accept them. I’ve been drinking sparingly for so many years, and I still haven’t finished them.”

As a swordsman, he had traveled extensively and had friends all over the world. Just to store wine, he had filled two “咫尺物” (spatial pouches).

Competing with the matters of the mountain and the mortal world is not as good as competing with wine.

As for the “咫尺物” (spatial pouches), of course, they were borrowed. He was a penniless pauper, only rich in debts of gratitude.

Ah Liang sighed, “Too many friends, I can’t finish the wine, it’s also a worry. Zhongtu Divine Continent once had a landscape gazette known for its impartiality, which selected the top ten cultivators with the best reputation on the mountain, and I was at the top of the list.”

He gently patted the horse’s back.

Silver saddle, white horse, swift as a shooting star.

Ah Liang followed the bumpy horse’s back, swaying and staggering, drinking wine while loudly proclaiming, “A temperament as cold as ice, a backbone as hard as iron, I am swordsman Ah Liang, the most dashing and handsome man in the four corners of the world!”

Li Huai endured it for a long time, finally couldn’t help but say seriously, “Ah Liang, as your sworn brother, can I say something from the bottom of my heart?”

Ah Liang glanced at Li Huai. The little brat rarely looked so serious, he was probably going to say some flattering words.

Ah Liang drank his wine and waved his hand, telling him to go ahead.

Li Huai said in a low voice, “If your parents are still able, they should have another child. You’re a lost cause.”

Ah Liang spat out a mouthful of wine.

The young Daoist priest struggled to hold back his laughter.

Ah Liang raised a fist, slapped it backward, and the yellow-robed old man flew out again.

Ah Liang composed himself and glanced at the pavilion boat, frowning slightly.

Iron Tree Mountain was created by Guo Outing by piling up shattered mountain ranges, a gesture of accepting punishment.

According to the promise, as long as the iron trees of the sect’s ancestral mountain did not bloom, Guo Outing would not be able to…

Iron Tree Mountain, according to precedent, does not grow flowers, so how could it bloom?

And the person who almost killed Guo Outing was the later Dragon Slayer, that is, Zheng Juzhong, the propagator of the White Emperor City, also the nominal master of Han Qiaose and Liu Chicheng.

Legend has it that the first time “Iron Tree Mountain bloomed” was when Zheng Juzhong ascended the mountain. After that, the iron trees never bloomed again.

Ah Liang knew many old stories like this.

Now, in the Vast World, the land and water transportation is handled by that Madame Dan Dan, whose Daoist title is Qingzhong, but outside the land, there is still no rightful owner of water transportation.

The key is that Zhigui, who came from the Lizhu Grotto Heaven, is not even the Duke of Qi Du yet. Even the Great Dú of North Entirely Reed Continent…