Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 454 - 428: Don’t Raise Fish!

Chapter 454: Chapter 428: Don’t Raise Fish!

"Deputy General, why is it so noisy outside?"

Zhang San Bubai, who was checking the accounts in the Central Army’s large tent, heard some commotion outside. Just then, he saw the Deputy General enter and thus asked.

"All three young masters are ’testing’ Zhang San."

Zhang San Bubai laughed and said, "Those three, only the second one is somewhat decent. How are they testing him?"

The Deputy General’s face showed a bit of embarrassment as he said, "The Third Young Master challenged Zhang San to an archery contest and lost. But it seemed like he accepted the defeat wholeheartedly."

"Oh?" Zhang San Bubai was somewhat surprised; he hadn’t expected Zhang San to be an archery expert.

Although he always said his three sons were lacking, he knew that in terms of archery, looking across the Lingwu Army, hardly any other generals could outmatch the third aside from himself.

He just felt it was necessary for Zhang San Wudiao to broaden his horizons, which was why he always said his archery was inadequate.

But for this Zhang San to not just defeat the third but to have him thoroughly convinced was quite a feat.

"The Second Young Master sparred with Zhang San in blade technique, both wielding Horizontal Blades. As a result, the Second Young Master was pushed back with a single strike and repelled by the second. He conceded right there on the spot."

Upon hearing this, Zhang San Bubai was taken aback.

He knew the Second Young Master’s capabilities well. Although he was still at the True Core Realm and awaiting a breakthrough to the Spiritual Platform Realm at any time, he refrained from doing so because he was concerned that reaching the Spiritual Platform Realm would draw too much attention on the battlefield. That’s why he’d been told to hold back and polish his foundation further.

Could this Zhang San really be so capable?

"What about that rebellious son Wuki? He wasn’t chased around and kicked by Zhang San, was he?"

Upon mentioning the Eldest Young Master, the Deputy General became even more embarrassed.

"Military Envoy, I’ve always felt that the Eldest Young Master was the smartest. He probably knew from the beginning that he couldn’t beat Zhang San, so he invited Zhang San to drink. He even pulled other officers to toast Zhang San. A few cups per person, that’s quite a lot. Some even drank from jars with Zhang San."

"Someone reported that the Eldest Young Master brought back a carriage full of wine, fearing that Zhang San at least drank an entire carriage’s worth. Forget about a person, even a large wooden barrel couldn’t hold that much liquor!"

Zhang San Bubai couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

"This kid has been spoiled by me. But he indeed hasn’t let me down. I named him Changsun Wuji hoping he would break the constraints of rules. Although his actions are indeed somewhat unconstrained and reckless, he has indeed broken the rules. Come, let’s go out and see."

Zhang San Bubai and the Deputy General prepared to step out of the Central Army’s large tent together to take a look.

But before the two could leave, an officer came in holding a jar of liquor.

"Military Envoy, are you here? Drink up! Here, I’ve got some fine bamboo-leaf—bleurgh..."

The officer hadn’t finished speaking before he started to vomit all over the place, holding the liquor jar.

After vomiting for a while, the red-faced officer looked up at Zhang San Bubai, squinted his eyes, and chuckled.

"Military Envoy, I was worried you wouldn’t have enough to drink, so I... I topped it up for you."

Smack—

Zhang San Bubai slapped the incoming officer so hard that he fainted on the spot.

"Waste, getting like this over a few sips of horse piss! Let’s go! Let’s go out and see!"

Zhang San Bubai approved of Changsun Wuji’s method, but he couldn’t let his son mess around like this.

If all the officers were drunk, what would they do if the enemy attacked?

Even if there was no attack, if Mei Fei sent people over, they would certainly face criticism for lack of discipline in the troops.

So, the furious Changsun Bubai, with his deputy general in tow, walked toward the spot where people were drinking.

Just as they reached the entrance of the camp, Changsun Bubai stopped dead in his tracks.

He saw many officers who had been summoned in advance by Changsun Wuji now collapsed on the ground, sprawled in all directions.

Some officers were all right, simply snoring quietly with their heads resting on wine jars.

But some had gone too far, clinging fiercely to the thigh of a nearby soldier and constantly shouting, "Gui Fen, I want to snuggle with you!"

Changsun Bubai frowned.

These men, who normally could hold their liquor, how come today they just...

Suddenly, Changsun Bubai noticed sitting right in the middle between two desks, Zhang San, who had Changsun Wuji in his arms, with Changsun Wuji’s head resting on his thigh, was pouring wine into Changsun Wuji’s mouth.

"Drink! Don’t be feeding the fish!"

Zhang San said as he poured a large cup of wine into Changsun Wuji’s mouth.

Changsun Wuji drank one third with his mouth, inhaled another third with his nose, and then sprayed out two thirds with both his mouth and nose combined.

Zhang San put down the cup with a helpless shake of his head and picked up another cup of the same size as the one Changsun Wuji had just used, downing it in one gulp.

"I’m not cheating! I’ll drink as much as you drink, you sprayed it out, but I didn’t, I’m still going strong."

Zhang San said, picking up a piece of meat from the desk with his chopsticks and starting to eat.

It was then that Zhang San looked up and noticed the middle-aged officer who had just walked in.

No need to look at the uniform; a man of his age and presence, who bore such a resemblance to the three young masters of the Changsun family, Zhang San knew right away who it was.

He immediately stood up from the ground and greeted the man with a fist and palm salute, "Zhang San follows the orders of Kaihuang, joining the Lingwu Army, and I have seen the Duzhi Military Envoy of the Lingwu Army!"

At the mention of Military Envoy, many who had been drunk a moment before suddenly sobered up, hastily getting to their feet, though once standing, they couldn’t tell north from south, east from west.

Changsun Wugen and Changsun Wudiao quickly came over to greet their father as well.

Changsun Bubai had thought that his eldest son might not be able to do much to Zhang San initially, but at least it would have been good for Zhang San to suffer a little setback upon his arrival.

After all, Zhang San’s status was no ordinary matter, and he really didn’t dare to interfere too much.

If Zhang San had been made a fool of right at the start, it would have made him easier to manage later on.

As it turned out, both the third and second had been defeated, and not only had the eldest been defeated, but he had also made a fool of himself!

"What is...what’s the meaning of this?"

Zhang San saluted Changsun Bubai with a fist and palm and replied, "I’ve just arrived at the camp, and the Eldest Young Master invited me to drink. With such cordial hospitality, I couldn’t refuse and so I joined in for a few cups."

"What a capacity! Our army’s officers are all good drinkers."

As Changsun Bubai spoke, he walked over to Changsun Wuji and kicked him twice with his foot, only to find that Changsun Wuji was as unresponsive as a dead pig.

"This cheeky playboy is usually someone who never gets drunk, yet he’s lost to you. It turns out you’re quite the drinker, excellent!"

Zhang San chuckled and pulled out a storage ring from his mouth, smilingly saying, "It’s not about capacity for liquor, but as I was new to the camp, I wasn’t sure whether drinking was permitted, so I had to resort to this little trick. Once I have accomplished some deeds, I will definitely invite everyone for a proper drink to make up for today’s kindness."

Changsun Bubai looked at Zhang San twice; the man was intelligent, resourceful, and knew how to save face for others, so he nodded in satisfaction.

"Come with me."