Chapter 339: Zu Qianqiu of the Yellow River Ancestor
"That’s right. I am Ding Ling!"
Ding Ling felt something peculiar in his heart.
At that moment.
He suddenly remembered why he felt this strange sense of familiarity.
Isn’t this the scene where Linghu Chong encountered Ren Yingying in Luoyang, and then the members of the Sun and Moon Divine Sect wanted to curry favor with Ren Yingying, so they each stepped forward to give gifts to Linghu Chong?
How did this happen to me today?
At this moment, Ding Ling thought about Ren Yingying, Linghu Chong, Ren Woxing, Xiaang Wentian, and others.
He pondered:
"I haven’t met Ren Yingying yet, so I don’t know what kind of person she is. But I have interacted with Ren Woxing, Xiaang Wentian, and Linghu Chong. Looking at the current scene, it’s most likely that Xiaang Wentian came up with a bad idea, and Ren Woxing adopted it and wrote to Ren Yingying to make this grand affair happen.
Just that no matter what Ren Woxing does, he’s probably made a miscalculation.
I’m not going to follow him to become any Bright Right Envoy of the Sun and Moon Divine Sect."
Ren Woxing’s perseverance and resilience are truly unrivaled!
There’s no reason he would easily give up on someone or something!
Clearly.
He’s set his sights on Ding Ling. Before he gets Ding Ling’s support, he likely won’t let go.
After realizing this, Ding Ling made a plan in his heart:
"I’ve enjoyed the benefits and taken quite a bit, but there’s no way I can give them back. At most, I can repay them the favor when a suitable opportunity arises in the future."
Thinking this, Ding Ling felt relieved, but he didn’t really want to accept the gifts that these men were giving afterward.
Not understanding was fine.
Understanding that it was arranged by Xiaang Wentian and Ren Woxing made Ding Ling uncomfortable.
Were it not for the small friendship with Xiaang Wentian, just based on Ren Woxing’s tactics and personality, Ding Ling would most likely have beaten him to death.
But unexpectedly, once these men confirmed that Ding Ling was indeed himself, they quickly put down the wine jars, turned, and ran away.
The leading man in the green shirt shouted while running:
"Hero Ding, please don’t make things difficult for us. This was ordered emphatically by our Gang Leader. If the gifts aren’t delivered properly, our lives are at risk.
Just pity us and help us out by accepting the gifts!"
As the man in the green shirt finished speaking, he had already followed the crowd into an alley in the city and was not seen again.
Qu Feiyan, Lin Pingzhi, and others exchanged glances, then collectively looked at Ding Ling.
Ding Ling said helplessly:
"Then let’s accept them."
Accepting one is still accepting.
Accepting two is also accepting.
Ding Ling chose to go with the flow.
He wanted to see what Ren Woxing was up to.
But there was quite a lot of wine.
Fortunately, Ding Ling had a Storage Pouch; he had previously emptied some Great Medicine and tonic during his journey, and now putting the wine inside was just right.
Of course.
Although there was a lot of wine, the Storage Bag couldn’t hold all of it. After all, the bag contained quite a few other miscellaneous items.
Even so.
Huang Zhonggong and others couldn’t help but exclaim more than once:
"Truly an Immortal Treasure. If one had this treasure at hand, wandering the Jianghu for one or two months wouldn’t fear thirst or hunger."
They admired and were astonished.
Consort Yhu felt the same.
Frequently glancing at Ding Ling.
As Qu Feiyan, in admiration, narrated Ding Ling’s affairs, both great and small, in detail, Consort Yhu grew a bit of respect for Ding Ling.
She felt Ding Ling was someone who didn’t pale compared to the Overlord, and might even be stronger.
From martial arts and other aspects, to Exotic Techniques, and Magical Treasures, the Overlord couldn’t compare.
This was very objective.
Even though Consort Yhu deemed the Overlord as the World’s Number One, unmatched, she couldn’t erase this objective truth.
"Come. Drink."
Ding Ling opened a jar of ’Top-Grade Imperial Wine,’ sharing drinks with Huang Zhonggong and others.
Gululu!
With his profound skills and extraordinary physique, he drank heartily, gululu, a jar of wine down his gullet, his face not red, nor gasping, merely burping, he laughed aloud:
"Good wine, good wine!"
He didn’t usually drink much.
But he had tasted quite a few good wines.
Unlike the beer of the real world, true good wine was aromatic, slightly sweet, intoxicating!
A sip swallowed.
Could intoxicate a person, even someone who doesn’t understand or like wine, someone who hasn’t drunk before, when they take a sip of this good wine, they’d find it delicious.
And this Top-Grade Imperial Wine.
Is the best of wines, a top-notch wine, quite rare.
After consuming.
Ding Ling’s skills seemed slightly enhanced.
Though not evident, given his high level, it was so.
One can imagine for others.
Huang Zhonggong, Qu Feiyan, Consort Yhu, Lin Pingzhi, and others, after drinking, were intoxicated; some with naturally weak Inner Strength, having half a jar, just felt their belly burning like fire, unconsciously sitting cross-legged on the ground, starting to absorb and refine the potent medicinal properties of the wine for their use.
This jar after jar of wine contained many excellent medicinal herbs.
With Huang Zhonggong and others achieving a First-class Realm, they quickly sobered, awed, yet somewhat bashful for having consumed such fine wine.
Ding Ling smiled slightly:
"Wandering Jianghu, as a team, there’s no need for such formality. Besides, I alone can’t drink so much, nor take all of it away."
The Storage Bag was already full.
Ding Ling couldn’t possibly stay here drinking alone.
Could only casually set a few jars on the side of a horse’s belly, others followed suit, still, there was plenty.
"Hahaha..."
A long shout, coming from afar, getting closer:
"Such exquisite wine, how could it not include me, Zu Qianqiu?"
A worn-out scholar with lusterless yellow skin, tattered clothes, a broken fan in his right hand, a bag in his left, charged forward like the wind, suddenly halted before Ding Ling and the others, yet stood steadily.
From this, it’s clear this scholar named Zu Qianqiu must be a First-class Expert.
He bowed to Ding Ling, smiling:
"Might you be Hero Ding Ling?"
"I am Ding Ling."
Ding Ling nodded, feeling quite familiar with the name Zu Qianqiu:
"Are you Zu Qianqiu, who is equally famed alongside Yellow River Ancestor?"
"No less, that’s me."
Zu Qianqiu’s eyes lit up slightly, appearing a bit surprised and delighted:
"Hero Ding Ling actually knows my name, Zu Qianqiu."
Anyone who’s read the novels or watched the series should be aware.
Ding Ling thought this, without revealing, just smiling slightly:
"With the Yellow River Ancestor renown far and wide, what’s strange about hearing your names?"
"Haha..."
Zu Qianqiu felt immensely pleased, laughing thrice, abruptly stopping, eyes bright as he looked at Ding Ling:
"Others knowing my name isn’t worth cheer or pride, but Hero Ding Ling knows my name, for that alone, we must drink well together."
He looked at the jars of exquisite wine on the ground, swallowing hard, seemed irresistibly tempted, his eyes glowing green.