34 Disagreeable Words (2/2)
Jun Mo Xie gave out a ”heng” and said in a low voice. ”The true act of drinking wine is to drink in one’s emotions! Or even one’s thoughts! Pouring wine into one’s belly alone cannot be considered the act of drinking wine. That is simply the act of wasting good wine! Wine! Oh, wine! To think that not only were there no good wine in this world, there is also none who understands wine, much less the act of drinking wine! There is no such thing as wine tasting, no such thing as appreciation for wine! The virtuous and ancient sages were all solitary figures, only drinkers leave their names behind. How pitiful! Within this vast world, not a single drinker can be found! What a world encompassing sorrow! How uncalled for!”
Having drank his final cup, Jun Mo Xie stood up. Raising his head, he gave a hearty laugh. ”A great distance of a million li, a sea of humanity numbering hundreds of millions; yet, not a single one can keep me company as I drink, and not a single wine is worthy of making me joyful as I drink! This world is simply too sorrowful! Ahaha, when drinking wine with a bosom friend, a thousand cups are too little, when words exchanged are disagreeable, even a little is too much! When the wine is not good, the people become weary. Where is the meaning in drinking? I will take my leave!”
This kind of inferior wine… is actually a rare wine? When I point out its inferiority, someone actually objects? What the hell? Jun Mo Xie’s heart was filled with fury; he felt as though he was playing the lute to the cow. This world was full of nothing but country bumpkins…
How can such a person be worthy of accompanying me, the Evil Monarch, as I drink?
A silver ingot fell onto the table with a loud sound. Jun Mo Xie then walked out the door with laughter filled with pride; his body penetrated through the heavy fog and rain, disappearing in an instant.
Even with his composure, the middle-aged man found himself somewhat angered. This youngster was so young, and yet so conceited! No matter what, he was still someone with a lofty identity. To think that the wine that he liked the most and had considered as the best was actually worth less than trash to the youngster! Wasn’t that simply implying that he…
However, his heart was a little envious of Jun Mo Xie’s carefree and wilful nature, that personality of conceit and unrestrained arrogance! When will I be able to live such a life? This city is just a huge cage…
”Even though he seemed unrestrained and arrogant, this may not be his true character. The virtuous and ancient sages were all solitary figures, only drinkers leave their names behind, what a good sentence!” The middle-aged man contemplated silently, raising his cup to drink. Could it be a psychological effect? Or was there some other reason? The wine, which he had always felt was one of the best, had suddenly felt harder to swallow.
”The ancients created poems for every seven paces they take.”
”I always thought they were just flattering the ancients. It seemed that a poem for every seven paces is indeed nothing excessive, especially the last two sentences. It is truly something!” He gently murmured to himself. ”When drinking wine with a bosom friend, a thousand cups are too little, when words exchanged are disagreeable, even a little is too much! Not bad, not bad at all. This scholar really does have some skill.”
Having said that, the middle-aged man suddenly fell silent as he thought of something, then he laughed. ”This bastard, he actually meant to say that I am not his bosom friend and that the words we exchanged were disagreeable, haha… to think he had actually cursed at me before leaving, and having used such an indirect way to do it… he is truly an educated scholar! However, in this entire Kingdom, the only other person who dares to openly curse at me like that is only my royal brother. This brat had truly made me feel refreshed.”
In his life, Jun Mo Xie has had many kinds of labels placed on him, a mad assassin, a bloodthirsty devil and other immeasurable names. However, ”educated scholar” was never one of them. Even Jun Mo Xie could not have imagined that his recalling of old memories and his few successive verses had caused him to be labelled as an ”educated scholar”! Not to mention, he was believed to be indirectly cursing at others. If he were to know about this, he would be filled with a sense of ridiculousness.
If Jun Mo Xie had wanted to curse at someone, then he would undoubtedly point at the person when doing so. What do you mean cursing indirectly? For Jun Mo Xie, even the act of cursing someone face to face would not suffice.
The middle-aged man laughed for a good while. Suddenly, he felt something amiss. Turning around, he saw a short, thin withered looking old man gazing with dim eyes at the direction that Jun Mo Xie had taken. He stood motionless, his face expressing regret.