Chapter 341 Ancient People Were so Pitiful that They Didn’t Even Know How to Say Shit

Wen Zhongwu took out a paper fan and shook it gently: "Wen first, then martial. Wen has two games. Let's play Feihua Ling in the first game."

Fei Hua Ling is an ancient literati game. It is elegant and coquettish, and people without a foundation in poetry simply cannot hold it.

The rules are also very simple, any poem can be used.

First choose a word that wants to fly, and then say a poem with this word.

The poems that are written should be consistent with the rhythm of the poems that are recited by the poet.

The time to answer is limited to three seconds. If you do not answer within three seconds, you will lose.

Wen Zhongwu seemed confident: "Don't say I bully you, you choose the words, you speak first."

"Then let's use 'flower' as a guide." Ye Xing is not a rich man, but he has a mobile phone and netizens. He is so scared that before the war started, he specially told the friends in the live broadcast room: "Everyone, please help me." , brush up the verses with flowers.”

[Little KS, don’t worry and leave it to us, let’s get together! 】

【Still~all the flowers bloom~distant~clear love~】

[The plain embryo outlines the blue and white brush strokes, which are thicker and lighter~]

【Why should you be serious in this colorful world~】

[After spending so much money, I still haven’t found a girlfriend~]

【Flowers fade, flowers bloom, flowers bloom~】

Damn it, this class of water friends can’t lead them, they’re talking all these nonsense?

On the contrary, it affects Ye Xing's performance.

He simply relied on himself and was the first to speak: "Flowers are falling and flying all over the sky."

Wen Zhongwu continued: "After my flowers bloom, hundreds of flowers will be killed."

Ye Xing: "The flowers float and the water flows."

Wen Zhongwu: "When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as the fire."

.......

The two of them exchanged hundreds of moves.

Since there was only three seconds, there was no time to think.

Later, Ye Xing simply made up nonsense, saying things like "Little Fish and Hua Wuque", "Fried Peanuts with Wide Noodles", "Your Father's Syphilis Wart and Flower Willow" and so on.

Wen Zhongwu was caught off guard and felt that there would be no end to this confrontation, and the two ended in a draw.

This guy did have a lot of ink in his stomach, and Ye Xing couldn't help but become serious.

After reciting the poem, the second game is a pair.

Pair seems simple, but it is more difficult than ordinary flying flowers.

The number of words must be equal, the content must be relevant, and the structure must be consistent. Moreover, it must be presented in the form of PK, which is full of gunpowder.

Wen Zhongwu said directly: "Mountains, mountains and rivers, men and women go out in pairs, but dogs are not worthy."

He pointed out as he spoke, calling Ye Xing a dog and unworthy of a witch.

Ye Xing retorted: "You poop and pee, old and young, you know nothing, you have to kneel down when you see me."

Wen Zhongwu's face turned green and he raised his voice: "A bear's heart is as bold as a leopard's. How dare a little mouse climb a tree?"

Ye Xing put his hands on his waist: "You're so cool, but you're so stubborn!"

Wen Zhongwu clenched his fists: "You are so arrogant, but you can only act recklessly. You will accept me as your father and teach you how to cook."

Ye Xing shook his head and smiled: "Two salted duck eggs, I will turn into Ultraman and slap you at any time regardless of the occasion!"

Wen Zhongwu said angrily: "You have no talent, no virtue, no speech, no intention, and you make trouble out of nothing."

Ye Xing squinted and said, "I have gold, good looks, a good head, a good face, and good education."

Wen Zhongwu clapped his chest and said, "I think back then, heroes and a group of friends could kill your entire family."

Ye Xing raised his middle finger and said: "Nowadays, if you are a idiot and all your friends are dead, it will be hard for you to pretend to be cool."

In the article, Wu's face turned from green to purple: "One is vulgar, two is mediocrity, and three is unfilial. I don't know the Four Books and Five Classics and I don't recognize my relatives. I am a disgraced person. I am dead but not alive!"

Ye Xing reacted quickly and said: "Ten generations of nine excellent eight chicken girls, seven walnuts, six pieces and five elements short of gold, four meals, three hungers and a hermaphrodite, a first-class idiot!"

Wen Zhongwu covered his chest and gritted his teeth and said: "Monkeys, big or small, are all called old."

Ye Xing yawned and said casually: "Anyway, father is more inferior than son."

Wen Zhongwu pointed to the sky: "I am the general, you are just an elephant."

Ye Xing showed a lewd smile: "I have a bed down here just to keep you cool."

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!”

Wen Zhongwu finally couldn't bear it any longer. He was so angry that smoke erupted from his orifices and blood spurted out like pillars, dyeing the entire pond red.

"Haha, my little brother is not talented, so accept it."

Ye Xing is far away. Who knows if he has AIDS or something?

[Hahahaha, Ye Shen is awesome, so capable! 】

[I laughed my head off. A gangster has culture and no one can stop him. 】

[I’m afraid even the king of kings and intestinal piercing can’t deal with you! 】

[Is seven walnuts only six yuan? Why did the six walnuts I bought cost seven yuan? 】

[Look carefully, maybe you bought six nuclear bombs? 】

[I learned it, I learned it~]

[People in ancient times were so pitiful, they couldn’t even say shit~]

[Why can he spray so much blood? ? ? 】

.........

One draw and one win, Ye Xing won the game.

There are two more martial arts matches.

The first competition was about traditional kung fu, also known as tricks.

This kind of competition does not involve internal strength or anything, it is purely to see who has a better understanding of martial arts.

Wen Zhongwu summoned two corpse soldiers, one yellow and one white, and they performed the drill on their behalf.

Wen Zhongwu shouted angrily: "Step forward and hang the cleaver."

The yellow corpse soldier he controlled took a step forward and used his hand as a knife to chop off the head of the other corpse soldier.

Ye Xing: "Slide and shovel to catch the chicken!"

The white corpse soldier followed Ye Xing's instructions and used a tackle to slide under the opponent's crotch to capture his vitals.

Wen Zhongwu used the Qianjinzhu move again, and Ye Xing directly used the ultimate move Tiandi Tongshou, exchanging one life for another.

"How can you fight like this?" Wen Zhongwu shook his sleeves in dissatisfaction, "This round is a draw."

Ye Xing deliberately made it a draw, otherwise this B would have used hundreds of moves again, who would have the time to slowly waste with him?

The last round was a competition of drinking capacity.

Wen Zhongwu brewed some extremely concentrated white wine, and he was bound to win a round.

"This guy is ruthless, and he chose the ones he is good at. He must have a good alcohol tolerance."

Ye Xing suddenly remembered the acid bird he shot before.

Eating its meat can temporarily prevent people from getting drunk.

Thinking of this, he took out the casserole and stewed the acid bird in advance.

Then he used the excuse of taking a shit to delay time, and when the broth was ready, he poured it into his stomach and competed with him again.

It is normal to eat something to fill the stomach before drinking, and Wen Zhongwu did not overly doubt it.

Being particular about taste, he had a thousand cups of liquor placed on a boulder and named this competition "A Thousand Cups Without Getting Drunk".

Each cup has two taels of liquor, and each person is given 500 cups, which is 50 jin.

What is the concept?

A normal person is not bad if he can drink half a jin, and he is awesome if he can drink one jin.

Fifty jin of water can make a person bloated to death.

And fifty jin of liquor can make a person drink directly to the underworld!

Not only must you drink it, but you must not spill it. If you spill a drop, you lose.

Whoever finishes drinking first wins.

"How to relieve worries? Only Du Kang." Wen Zhongwu raised the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. After finishing, he even sighed.

"Slurp~" On the other hand, Ye Xing was too lazy to raise the glass to save time. He just lowered his head and bent over, using the original energy to create suction in his mouth, sucking the wine in the glass into his stomach through the air, and drinking while running.

[Oh my god, this speed is too fast? ]

[Tian Canzui? Dragon sucking water? 】

[The boy is good at talking, can you help his sister with a cupping? 】

The netizens were shocked.

"Is this kid still human?" Wen Zhongwu sighed and put down the wine in the cup. He just wanted to find someone, a living person to drink with him, but the other party only cared about winning or losing. From this point of view, he had already lost.

Ye Xing drank 500 cups of white wine in one breath, his abdominal muscles were 99% in one, and his belly was swollen like a ball.

Finally won.

"Maybe, Ye Ji will be happier with someone like you."

During the competition, Wen Zhongwu noticed that Ye Ji Hongyan's eyes always stayed on Ye Xing. He knew that he had no hope and completely let go of his obsession.

Ye Ji Hongyan successfully collected the residual soul of Sarutobi Sasuke.

More than half of the helpers have been found.

Time is running out, and the subsequent schedule will be very tight.

In addition, the position has been exposed, and the subordinates of the big demons may have arrived.

The prison world is also about to collapse.

The final battle is not far away...