Bang! A large bowl of wine slammed onto the table, splashing out half its contents, which streamed down the tabletop. Shi Qingjue hurriedly moved aside and casually picked up the bowl, saying in a low voice, "That's too much."
"Tonight, we drink until we drop." The tavern was noisy, and Gao Yang did not hear Shi Qingjue. He gulped down a mouthful first, then grinned. "What did I say? Now that you've met the Dragon King and joined the Dragon Army, you have to thank me, right?"
"Yes, yes, I'm very grateful to Big Brother Gao." Shi Qingjue took a small sip, truly unable to see what was so good about this wine.
"As your big brother, I have to say something. Why become a secretary of all things? You know martial arts, so you should become an officer. Go into battle and kill enemies—that's how you earn merit and become a bigger official. All day long, you fiddle with a writing brush, but you'll never make anything of yourself before you die. Listen to me and join the army with me."
Shi Qingjue used drinking as an excuse. Only after a long while did he put down his bowl, discovering that Gao Yang was still watching him expectantly. "A monk should show compassion... I'm not a monk anymore, but I still feel that it's better not to kill, or at least to kill as little as possible. Besides, my martial arts are nothing compared with Big Brother Gao's."
A simple compliment was not enough to get him off the hook. Gao Yang's expression changed at once, and a yellow light seemed to gleam from his slightly swollen, narrow eyes. "What do you practice martial arts for if you don't kill people? Why venture into the martial world? Just look