Chapter 1243: How many dishes do you drink like this? (1/2)
Jun Chang laughs well, but the poems and songs are a lot worse.
However, this does not prevent him and Xingyunzi from competing with each other in writing, because when they got up and leaped, chicly waving ink, various ancient poetry selections were presented in the sea like a barrage!
Dog left is really not fighting alone!
The paintings are dusty, and the dots depict the sky.
Poems of ten thousand volumes, thousands of wines, and several times looked at Wang Hou.
The previous sentence fully expressed the tendency of Xing Yunzi to swallow the mountains and rivers, and even put himself at the top, drawing sentient beings with strokes, and taking the palms with ink.
Jun Changxiao is selected from the Northern Song Dynasty poet Zhu Dunru's 鹧鸪 天 · 西 都 for the segment, which shows a kind of wild uninhibited.
”Mysterious!”
”Mysterious!”
After carefully tasting Xingyunzi, she was quite ashamed and said, ”My husband is not as good as my friends!”
Poetry can write a person's state of mind, such as the two paragraphs he wrote, consider himself to be the king, and reach the pinnacle of arrogance.
On the other hand, Jun Changxiao wrote that it means transcendence, even disregarding all the rich and powerful, and only obeying the will.
”The old man is still obsessed with the world, and the little friend has surpassed the world. This state of shame is not as good.” Xingyunzi staggered and waved: ”Please!”
Jun Chang smiled secretly and said, ”This won?”
It is a bit of a surprise to just copy an ancestor's poem and let the principal criminal in the fourth floor of **** confess his defeat.
”Assign!”
Jun Chang smiled with a graceful arch, and then stepped towards the teleportation array leading to the fifth floor of hell.
If the bosses in the back are all fighting, not fighting, that's great.
”You think too much.”
Systematic Road: ”After all, there are very few strong people who can learn from the text.”
Just before Jun Chang laughed and came to the teleportation circle, Nebula was still standing in place, carefully evaluating every word and every stroke written on the Xuan paper, sometimes falling into thought, sometimes like awakening.
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Five levels of hell.
Jun Chang laughed out of the streamer formation.
It's no different from the previous few times. A large number of prisoners have come to 'welcome'. Although some of them are not too high in rank, their overall strength is obviously stronger than the previous layers.
”Boy.”
At the end of the prisoner, a middle-aged man with a bare upper body was lying on the ground, grinning, ”Are you going to fight with Lao Tzu?”
There are many empty wine jars around him, and the whole face is flushed, which shows that he drank a lot and even talked with a bald mouth.
and.
Jun Chang laughed and found that the prisoners around him exuded a strong taste of wine, and some of them were standing steadily, so he muttered, ”How many dishes are you drinking?”
”Give you two choices.”
The middle-aged man drank a booze and stretched out three fingers: ”Either fight with Lao Tzu or kneel down and call Grandpa.”
Jun Chang smiled and asked, ”How do you fight for wine?”
”brush!”
Forty altars of unopened wine flew in, neatly aligned.
The middle-aged man flew up, then lay on it, holding his head with one hand, and smiled, ”You and I are half of you, whoever can drink can still stand, even if anyone wins.”
”...”
Jun Chang murmured in his heart, ”This is to replace wine with wine. I knew I had brought Aniu.”
I do n’t know if the dog is left. At the moment in the ancient ancestors, Li Qingyang and others are looking for the night star in Manzongmen, because the latter drank several bowls of drunk life and dreamed of death.
”Ah!”
In the spirit beast peak, there was a roar of the purple prince demon king, and then Pei Niu, who had been drunk and unconscious, was dropped.
”Is there any benefit to winning?” Jun Chang asked with a smile.
Middle-aged humanity: ”Since you dare to come from four layers of **** to five layers of hell, it means that you are confident in your strength. If you win me, you will be considered the boss.”
Jun often laughs and his eyes light up.
First of all, it is replaced by wine, and now it is replaced by wine. There is no need to fight, so you can save the psionic energy very well and cope with the follow-up prison boss!
”of course.”
The middle-aged man yawned and pointed at the prisoners curled up in the dark and said, ”If you lose, you will become the exclusive sandbag of Lao Tzu just like him.”
Jun Chang smiled and pervaded his thoughts, and found that the person's strength was okay, but his face was blue and purple, and it seemed that he was not bullied.
”it is good.”
The dog left: ”Punch!”
In terms of drinking, Jun Chang laughs, although he is not particularly good at it, but if he can force alcohol out of the body with psionic energy, he can completely get a thousand cups without getting drunk!
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In the center of the five-floor hell, there is a large round table on which not only are dozens of altars placed, but also many below.