Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey!

"Oh, Brother Ni, hurry up and tell us, who is this person?"

Monk Peng rarely heard Ni Wenjun speak so highly of someone, and now he directly asked. Ni Wenjun replied, "From Xiantao Village in Mianshui County, his surname is Chen, and his name is Jiusi."

"Chen Jiusi!"

Monk Peng muttered to himself, "What a good name, just one step short of ’Jiu Wu’ (95). If this person is neither a Monarch nor a good adviser!"

Having finished, Monk Peng said to Ni Wenjun, "Brother Ni, with the injuries you’ve sustained, you’ll need some time to recover. I plan to make a trip to Mianshui to see for myself how talented this person you’re talking about really is."

Hearing this Ni Wenjun said, "Haha, great, Brother Peng, if you go, please take a letter from me to him. I’ve been missing the little brother, and I don’t know how he’s doing now."

In this way, Monk Peng, carrying a handwritten letter from Ni Wenjun, measured the earth with his feet. Traveling from Anhui around Jiangsu and Zhejiang, Fujian, Jiangxi, Hunan, and then into Hubei, covering over ten thousand miles. He met some local heroes and even took on two disciples before finally arriving in Mianshui and finding Chen Jiusi.

Listening to Monk Peng’s story, Chen Jie said, "Master Peng, my big brother, what kind of injury did he actually suffer? At that time, with my low cultivation, I didn’t think much of it, but over the years, as my realm has improved, I’ve always had this question nagging at me. I implore you to clear my doubts."

At this moment, Monk Peng’s cheeks were a bit red, and he felt a warm sensation throughout his body. He thought to himself, this is truly good wine, to think that it could even make him react this way, comfortable, so comfortable.

Monk Peng didn’t use his Gang Qi to suppress the nature of the wine, but thanks to his formidable physical constitution, he could also drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.