One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 125 Halftime: Talent Show?

"Hahaha! Zhang Chulan! Is that a watermelon bath?"

"This is what true 'rivers of blood' looks like!"

Su Wuxian was laughing so hard on stage that he couldn't stand up straight.

Alright! The match is over!

"Given that the watermelon is broken, and broken very evenly..."

"I declare the attacking team the winner of this dodgeball game!"

Zhang Zhiwei patted the juice off his hands, then pushed up his sunglasses with a hint of lingering satisfaction:

"Oh dear, this melon is overripe; the rind is too thin."

"Chu Lan, don't waste it, quickly lick those on your body, they're quite sweet."

Zhang Chulan wiped the watermelon juice from his face, on the verge of tears:

"Master Master...Master Su..."

"Are you guys kidding me?!"

"Alright, alright, go wash up."

Su Wuxian stepped down, suppressing a laugh:

"We've met the exercise target, and everyone's tired."

"Halftime tonight!"

"Let's have a bonfire party, roast a whole lamb, and have a talent show! Let's go!"

At sunset.

A group of "defeated soldiers" helped each other walk toward the canteen.

Although they were all covered in dust and dirt, each of them wore a long-lost, relaxed smile.

This is the sports meet at Longhu Mountain.

Not aiming for the strongest, but for the most "good".

……

Night falls at the Longhushan Martial Arts Arena.

The daytime hustle and bustle fades away, replaced by an even more lively bonfire party.

A huge bonfire was lit in the center of the field, with flames shooting into the sky.

The whole roasted lamb that served as the torch at the opening ceremony was finally taken down and placed on the fire, sizzling with oil, its golden and crispy skin emitting an irresistible aroma.

Barbecue area.

"Come on! The authentic 'Sword Qi Slicing Meat'!"

Fu Rong, wearing an apron, held a kitchen knife in her hand and wielded it with incredible speed.

Each cut carries a faint sword aura, slicing the roasted meat into even, thin slices that are then neatly arranged on the plate.

"Rong'er, you've worked hard."

Zhuge Qing stood beside her, holding a tissue, gently wiping the fine sweat from Fu Rong's forehead, his eyes filled with longing.

"Let the men do this kind of rough work; be careful not to burn your hands."

"Here, open your mouth and try this piece. I just blew on it to cool it down."

"Oh dear... so many people are watching..."

Fu Rong's face turned as red as a tomato, but she still opened her mouth and ate the piece of meat, looking blissful.

"..."

Wang Ye, who was squatting to the side waiting for meat, held an empty bowl and felt full.

"I said, you two..."

Wang Ye rolled his eyes and slammed the bowl on the table:

"Has this meat gone bad? Why does it smell sour and rancid?"

"Is it sour?" Zhuge Qing took a bite. "It's quite fragrant."

"I'm talking about the stench of being in love!"

Wang Ye angrily grabbed a steamed bun and took a bite:

"Trying to bully single people, huh? You think I won't smear you both?"

……

Talent Showcase Area.

Since it's a bonfire party, there will naturally be some entertainment to liven things up.

"Eee-ya!"

Wang Zhenqiu had already removed his makeup by then, but he was a natural attention-seeker.

He used a wooden stick as a gun, tumbling and leaping across the open ground, and sang a very authentic Peking Opera excerpt, "Picking the Slippery Cart".

Her alluring figure and high-pitched voice drew cheers from the surrounding young Taoist priests and strange people.

"Okay! One more!"

"Ball Bro is awesome!"

Wang Zhenqiu took his bow triumphantly, then looked at Xiao Zizai, who was quietly eating vegetarian food in the corner:

"Brother Xiao, everyone's shown off their skills, why don't you do one too?"

"I heard you're from Shaolin Temple. How about you demonstrate breaking a boulder on your chest?"

"Nonsense."

Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses, put down his chopsticks, and stood up:

"Breaking a boulder on one's chest is street performance. Since I am a Buddhist monk, I will recite a sutra for everyone..."

"This will help calm everyone down after the day's restlessness."

Upon hearing this, everyone was filled with awe and respect.

When eminent monks chant sutras, it is a good thing to cleanse the soul!

Everyone quieted down, preparing to listen to the Buddhist chants.

Xiao Zizai sat cross-legged, clasped his hands together, and lowered his eyelids.

The firelight behind him cast a long, eerie shadow.

"Namo Amitabha..."

A deep, hoarse voice, seemingly emanating from the deepest hell, slowly rose into the air.

That is the Rebirth Mantra.

The scriptures, which were meant to deliver the souls of the dead, sounded like they were being recited by Xiao Zizai, but they carried a strong smell of blood and murderous intent.

The surrounding temperature seemed to drop ten degrees instantly.

The cheerful atmosphere just moments before froze instantly.

Several children who had come with their parents were eating candied hawthorns when they suddenly burst into tears.

"Mommy! I'm scared! That uncle looks like he's going to eat people!"

"Waaaaah! I want to go home!"

"Cough cough cough!"

Su Wuxian couldn't listen any longer and quickly interrupted:

"Xiao Xiao! Stop! Stop for a second!"

"This is a gala, not a funeral! Your chanting... it's not down-to-earth, it's a bit too absurd!"

"Change them! Change them right now!"

Xiao Zizai regretfully shut his mouth:

"Sorry, it's just a professional habit."

……

To salvage the atmosphere, Su Wuxian presented his most prized work.

"Su Duo! Go! Let's show our talents to our seniors!"

Su Duo, wearing that pink dress, walked shyly to the center of the field.

She was holding a bare flowerpot with only one seed inside.

"Hello, uncles and elders."

Su Duo's voice was soft.

She took a deep breath and gently placed her hands over the flowerpot, where a stream of emerald green energy flowed slowly.

"All things grow."

To everyone's astonishment.

The seed sprouted instantly, growing leaves and forming buds.

In just a few seconds, a magnificent seven-colored flower bloomed in the wind, its petals still adorned with glistening dewdrops, emitting a refreshing fragrance.

Immediately afterwards, the wildflowers on the surrounding grass seemed to be inspired and bloomed in full glory.

"Wow!!!"

The entire audience was amazed.

This is truly the work of a celestial being!

Beautiful, magical, and full of life.

"Great! That's fantastic!"

Su Wuxian held up his phone, flash on, and took photos like a father watching his daughter perform for the first time.

"See that? That's my granddaughter! Isn't she amazing!"

"Hey you, Zhang Chulan, edit this scene together and post it on your WeChat Moments! The title will be 'The Flower Fairy Descends to Earth'!"

……

Main table, drinking area.

The art style here is even wilder than the talent show area.

"Come on, Lao Lu! Drink up!"

Su Wuxian pulled out a wine jar with a red paper seal from under the table:

"This is the 'Immortal's Intoxication' I buried in the back of Longhu Mountain eighty years ago!"

"We're so happy today, let's drink until we drop!"

Lu Jin was already flushed and red-necked from drinking, his tie was askew, and he slammed his fist on the table, shouting:

"Fine, I'll drink! Who's afraid of who!"

"Su Wuxian! I'm only giving you face because of the wine! I haven't settled the score with you for slapping me last time... If I weren't weaker than you... hiccup! I would have beaten you up long ago!"

"Hahaha! You old rascal, still so stubborn!"

Su Wuxian poured Lu Jin a large bowl full:

"Come on, bottoms up!"

Lu Jin picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

After that bowl, the decades-old aged wine really kicked in.

Lu Jin's eyes began to glaze over, and her body started to sway, but her mouth remained stubborn.

He stood up unsteadily and pointed at Zhang Zhiwei, who was calmly peeling peanuts beside him:

"Zhang...Zhang Zhiwei!"

"Don't pretend to be so shrewd! You drink too!"

(The recent data for this book is really hard to describe. I don't know if it's because people don't like reading this part or what, but the current number of requests for updates, reading status, etc., is almost zero. To be honest, I have no motivation to update now. I'm crying...)