Chapter 1243 How Many Dishes, Drink Like This?

Jun Changxiao's writing is good, but the poems and songs are a lot worse.

However, this did not prevent him from competing with Xing Yunzi in writing, because when he got up and jumped up and swiped his ink smartly, various selections of ancient poems were presented in the sea of ​​​​knowledge like a barrage!

The dog left is really not fighting alone!

He paints floating dust, and paints the universe.

Thousands of volumes of poems, thousands of wines and sorrows, I have been watching Houwang for a few times.

The previous sentence fully expresses the arrogance of Nebula, and even puts himself at the peak, painting all beings with strokes, and palming the universe with ink.

Jun Changxiao is selected from the partridge sky and west capital of the Northern Song Dynasty poet Zhu Dunru, which shows a kind of wild and uninhibited.

"Wonderful!"

"Wonderful!"

After Xing Yunzi tasted it carefully, he was quite ashamed and said, "The realm of this old man is not as high as that of a little friend!"

Poetry can write out a person's state of mind, such as the two paragraphs he wrote.

On the other hand, Jun Changxiao's writings represent detachment and freedom, even ignoring the mortal powers and dignitaries, and only seeking to obey their hearts.

"The old man is still obsessed with the world, and the little friend is already detached from the world. This state of mind is ashamed." Xing Yunzi staggered and waved: "Please!"

Jun Changxiao secretly said: "Is this a win?"

It's a bit surprising to let the main culprit of the four layers of hell admit defeat by copying any of the poems of our ancestors.

"Acceptance!"

Jun Changxiao bowed his hands in a graceful manner, and then walked towards the teleportation formation leading to the fifth layer of hell.

It would be great if the latter bosses were all literary rather than martial.

"You think too much."

The system said: "After all, there are very few strong people who enter the Tao with Wen."

Just before Jun Changxiao came to the teleportation formation, Xing Yunzi was still standing there, carefully evaluating every word and stroke written on the rice paper, sometimes falling into thought, sometimes as if he had realized it.

...

Five levels of hell.

Jun Changxiao walked out of the flashing formation.

There is no difference from the previous few times. A large number of prisoners have come to 'welcome'. Although some of them are not too high, their overall strength is obviously stronger than the previous layers.

"Boy."

At the back of the prisoner, a middle-aged man with a bare upper body was lying on the ground, grinning and saying, "Are you going to have a drink with Lao Tzu?"

There were many empty wine jars placed beside him, and his whole face was flushed, it could be seen that he had drank a lot, and he was even bald when he spoke.

and.

Jun Changxiao noticed that the prisoners around him had a strong smell of wine, and some of them were swaying and could barely stand, so he muttered in his heart, "How many dishes do you drink like this?"

"Give you two choices."

The middle-aged man hiccupped, stretched out three fingers and said, "Either have a drink with Lao Tzu, or kneel down and call for the Lord."

Jun Chang smiled and asked, "How do you fight wine?"

"brush!"

Forty jars of unopened wine flew in and lined up neatly.

The middle-aged man flew over, then lay on it, resting his head with one hand, and said with a smile, "Half of you and me, whoever can stand still after drinking, even who wins."

"..."

Jun Changxiao murmured in his heart: "This is to use wine instead of martial arts, I knew earlier that I brought Anu."

I'm afraid Gou Zuo doesn't know that at this moment in the Wangu Sect, Li Qingyang and others are looking for Ye Xingchen in the Manzongmen, because the latter drank several bowls of drunken life and dreamed to death.

"Ah!"

Inside the Spirit Beast Peak, there was an angry roar from the Ziyan Demon King, and then he saw Pei Aniu who was so drunk that he was thrown down.

"Is it any good to win?" Jun Changxiao asked.

The middle-aged human said: "Since you dare to come from the fourth hell to the fifth hell, it shows that you are very confident in your strength. If you win me, you will be the boss."

Jun Changxiao's eyes lit up.

First, it replaced martial arts with a sum of money, and now it is replaced by wine. There is no need to fight at all, so that you can save your spiritual energy and deal with the follow-up prison bosses!

"certainly."

The middle-aged man yawned, pointed at the prisoners curled up in a ball in the dark, and said, "If you lose, you will be like him,

Become Lao Tzu's exclusive sandbag. "

Jun Changxiao's spiritual thoughts permeated the past, and found that the man's strength was okay, but his face was blue and purple, and it seemed that he was often bullied on weekdays.

"it is good."

The dog left: "Fight the wine!"

In terms of drinking, Jun Changxiao is not particularly good at drinking, but if you use psychic energy to force alcohol out of your body, you can completely avoid getting drunk after a thousand cups!

...

In the central area of ​​the fifth layer of hell, there is a large round table, not only dozens of jars of wine are placed on it, but there are also many below.

Jun Changxiao and the middle-aged man were sitting on the east and west sides, a few meters apart from each other.

Thousands of prisoners crowded around, apparently planning to be a melon eater.

"I say……"

Jun Chang smiled and said speechlessly: "Anyway, let's have a plate of peanuts!"

The middle-aged human said: "A real wine master, you don't need a drink."

"..."

Jun Chang smiled.

"Boy."

The middle-aged man pushed a jar of wine over and said, "I allow you to force the wine out of your body. If you can stand up after drinking, then you will win!"

Jun Changxiao secretly said: "This wine is by no means simple!"

"Little friend..." Suddenly, a sound transmission technique sounded in his ears: "The drunken immortal wine in front of you, as long as you drink it in your body, you cannot be forced out!"

Jun Chang smiled expressionlessly, but in fact he had learned that the person who spoke was the poor bastard huddled in the dark.

"Can't force it out?"

The dog left secretly: "No wonder you are so confident."

"Snapped!"

While speaking, slap the mud seal open.

The strong aroma of wine came out immediately, Jun Changxiao took a sip, and praised: "Good wine!"

"Hahaha!"

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "It seems to be the same person!"

"I'll do it first!"

Jun Changxiao first stood up, grabbed the mouth of the wine with one hand, raised it high, and the wine flowed out in a waterfall.

The middle-aged man is a little confused.

The prisoners in the distance were also dumbfounded.

Even the immortals couldn't hold the wine, he actually lifted it up and drank it, was he not afraid that he would go up in an instant, and then lie on the ground like mud?

"Still too young!"

"If he knew how strong the Boss' Drunk Immortal Wine is, he would never drink it so recklessly."

"No, I can't stand the smell of this wine!"

The main prisoner of the fifth hell likes to drink very much, and likes to drink with others, so over time, the other prisoners all become alcoholics.

"Gudu, Gudu!"

Jun Changxiao is still drinking with his head up. After the wine enters the body, it spreads out immediately, then merges into the blood and meridians, and attacks the sea of ​​​​consciousness!

"Snapped!"

When the middle-aged man was unwilling, he patted off the mud on the wine jar beside him, and then lifted it up and drank.

"Goooooooooo!"

"Goooooooooo!"

The two of them were all standing, one foot on each other's chairs and drinking wildly.

"Snapped!"

Jun Changxiao finished one jar of wine first, opened the other jar skillfully, and lifted it up again to drink.

The prisoners opened their mouths.

After drinking a jar of Drunk Immortal wine, he doesn't change his color, this guy can drink enough!

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Jun Changxiao drank all the jars of Drunk Immortal Wine one after another, and the whole process didn't stop at all, not even hiccups.

"Bang!"

After a while, Gou Zuo smashed the empty wine jar on the table, wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, "I'm done drinking."

In front of and behind, nineteen empty wine jars are randomly arranged!

"..."

The middle-aged man put down the wine jar he had just drank, his expression on his face was a bit exciting. After all, the guy drank twenty jars, and he only drank ten jars, so just from the perspective of speed, it was already inferior.

"Boy."

He grinned and said, "You can't just drink it, you have to be able to stand."

"no problem."

Jun Changxiao clasped his hands together.

From the expression and tone of voice, it was impossible to tell that he was drinking.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but murmured in his heart: "Could it be that... he can dissolve the drunken immortal wine that entered his body?"