The Favor of the Lord

Interesting.

How very interesting!

All these years, anyone before him would be obsequious, not even daring to breathe loudly.

So he had already forgotten when was the last time he sat at the same table with someone else to eat.

Let alone...

Someone even making such a request to drink his wine?

He stopped the guards behind him and looked at Yi Feng with great interest, saying slowly: "Little brother, do you know, my wine is not something ordinary people can drink."

As he spoke, his eyes narrowed slightly.

He was very curious to know, how would this little mortal respond to his deliberate difficulties?

What made him unexpected was that Yi Feng's face was relaxed as he said, "Then I'm really not an ordinary person."

"Oh?"

This aroused even more interest from the middle-aged man. He asked unhurriedly, "Then tell me, how are you not an ordinary person?"

"Remember, think carefully before you answer."

"If you don't answer well, I'll punish you for your rudeness."

Yi Feng put a bite of food in his mouth, smiled and said as he ate, "If I were really an ordinary person, would I be sitting at the same table eating with you?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment.

After reacting, he greatly admired Yi Feng.

"Good, good! What a extraordinary person."

For a moment, the way he looked at Yi Feng became meaningful.

If he thought Yi Feng was interesting before, it was just that.

It felt just like when a person saw an interesting ant. On a whim he would observe it for a while, but after observing it, he would not have any more interest. After all, an ant is still an ant.

But at this moment, he really looked at Yi Feng with new admiration.

Because Yi Feng's reply was just too clever.

Not only did it resolve his deliberate difficulties, it even flattered him. And he couldn't even refute it.

Because if he really refuted, wouldn't he be demeaning himself?

"Come, I'll pour you a cup. But just this one cup." The middle-aged man personally picked up the jade bottle and filled a cup for Yi Feng.

"Good wine."

Yi Feng took a small sip and couldn't help praising, "If I could drink wine like this every day, life would be too blissful."

Hearing Yi Feng's words, the guards behind the middle-aged man were full of anger.

If it wasn't for the middle-aged man stopping them, they would have definitely slapped this little mortal to death already.

Don't you even look at who you are facing? How dare you be so disrespectful?

And that one small cup of wine is already extremely precious. Being able to get one cup poured for you is blessings accumulated from your previous life. And you still wish to drink it every day?

Such wishful thinking.

"By the way, I'm Yi Feng. After drinking big brother's wine, may I ask for big brother's name?" Yi Feng asked while he ate.

"Huang Wujing!"

The middle-aged man said.

"Nice sounding name."

Yi Feng nodded his head, then asked again, "Big brother, you wouldn't happen to be a cultivator right?"

Huang Wujing glanced at Yi Feng, hesitated slightly, then shook his head, "No, I'm not. I'm just a... hmm, merchant. Yes, I'm just a merchant."

"I see." Yi Feng nodded, smiling as he said, "Then it seems like you and I are similar. We both don't have the aptitude for cultivation."

"How bold!"

These words finally made the black-clothed guard unable to endure any longer.

How dare you say the master has no aptitude for cultivation. You must be blind. If a small, insignificant mortal like you knew of the master's level of cultivation, you would probably be scared to death.

"Shut up!"

However, Huang Wujing shouted heavily, "Where do you get the right to speak here!"

The black-clothed guard was so frightened that cold sweat streamed down. He hurriedly shut his mouth and retreated.

Only then did Huang Wujing smile at Yi Feng and say, "Little brother, don't mind him. My guard is tactless."

"No problem at all. It was me overstepping." Yi Feng said unconcernedly. However his gaze kept drifting to Huang Wujing's wine pot.

He scratched his head, finally worked up the courage to ask embarrassingly, "Big brother, is there any way you can pour me another cup?"

"Hahaha."

Hearing this, Huang Wujing laughed loudly. He had never met such an interesting little mortal before.

He had to say, interacting with this mortal made him feel exceptionally comfortable.

At least he dared to say what he wanted and do as he pleased. Not like others who would be so obsequious before him, not daring to stand or sit as they pleased.

It was true that the stronger you were, the more lonely you became.

So even someone as powerful as him would come to a remote place like this, sit in a small tavern, drink some wine, observe the local customs.

And interacting simply with Yi Feng now aroused an emotion in him that he had not felt for a long time.

"Little brother is educated?"

Huang Wujing looked Yi Feng up and down again as he asked.

"Yes and no. Halfway there." Yi Feng laughed.

"Then I'll test you."

Huang Wujing's gaze flickered as he contemplated a difficult question. His sight just happened to land on the wine pot beside him. "Then little brother will have half a quarter hour to compose a poem with wine as the theme. If you can do it, the wine today is free for you to indulge in. If you can't, then I'll pretend not to know you."

"A quarter hour. Poem about wine?"

Yi Feng shook his head and asked, "Any other requirements?"

"None. You just need to be able to compose one within the time limit." Huang Wujing laughed.

"Since it's so simple, then I'll have free wine to drink today."

Yi Feng raised the corners of his lips. Under Huang Wujing's stunned gaze, he took the initiative to grab the jade bottle and start pouring himself wine. Laughing, he recited: "I've just met you, yet you're like an old friend. Let's drink and chat merrily, raising our cups drunk on wine."

As his voice faded, the wine finished pouring. Yi Feng raised his cup towards Huang Wujing.

Huang Wujing stared blankly at Yi Feng.

After reacting, he laughed loudly.

"What a 'yet you're like an old friend'. It seems you and I are indeed as close as old friends at first sight!" Huang Wujing quickly clinked cups with Yi Feng.

After drinking one cup, he refilled Yi Feng's cup again. No longer stingy with the wine from his jade bottle.

Before long, the two chatted more and more enthusiastically.

After three rounds of wine, Yi Feng burped full. He stood up and said, "Big brother, wait for me. I also kept a dog. I'm going to bring it some food."

As he spoke, Yi Feng picked up a packed meal and walked downstairs.

Watching Yi Feng leave, Huang Wujing smiled gently, full of admiration.

But the black-clothed guard couldn't stand it any longer. He hurriedly asked, "Master, he is but a mortal. Why must you... isn't this a waste of your time?"

"Humph. What do you understand?"

Huang Wujing berated heavily: "At least I find him more pleasing to the eye than you!"

The black-clothed guard's expression was ugly.

He really didn't know what stroke of dumb luck this little mortal hit to gain the master's favor.

Also, he wondered how this insignificant little mortal's expression would be when he learned the master's true identity.

He would probably piss himself in fear right?