Ouyang abruptly sat up, just in time to see a humanoid fox wearing a grass skirt, carrying a hoe and preparing to work in the fields.
The fox saw Ouyang too and waved at him amiably, its fox face breaking into what it considered a friendly smile.
I got up too fast. Did I really just see a fox heading out to work the fields with a hoe?
He was about to lie down and go back to sleep when he finally remembered that he was on Green Mound Mountain, a gathering place for the Fox Clan to begin with.
A night of drinking high-proof liquor had left Ouyang with a pounding headache. Only after he circulated his true essence through his body once did the pain gradually fade.
He recalled how, after Changsheng drove Hu Bing away last night, he had suggested, "Keep the music playing, keep dancing," to liven things up.
He had even raised a vat to drink with that Azure Bull, whose capacity for liquor was immense. After getting drunk, he had personally taken the floor and treated everyone to an impromptu breakdance.
It had made the female foxes all around open their fox mouths and shriek.
Remembering one disgraceful display after another from last night made the corners of Ouyang's mouth twitch!
Wine and women have led me so far astray. Starting today, I'm giving up drinking!
Ouyang brushed the straw off himself and stood up, somewhat disgruntled that he had traveled all this way only to be made to sleep on straw.
He stretched, loosening his rather sore, heavy limbs, when Leng Qingsong's voice came from the tree:
"Brother!"
Ouyang looked up at the tree. Leng Qingsong was standing there holding his sword, looking down at him.
"What's a sword cultivator doing standing in