Jun Changxiao's handwriting is good, but the poems and songs are quite lackluster.
However, this does not prevent him from competing with Xing Yunzi in prose, because when he stood up and swiped his ink freely, various selections of ancient poems appeared in the sea of consciousness like a barrage!
Gousheng is really not fighting alone!
Draw the floating dust with a brush, and trace the universe with stippling.
There are thousands of poems and thousands of wines. I have set my eyes on the king several times.
The previous sentence fully expresses Xing Yunzi's aura of engulfing mountains and rivers, even placing himself at the top, drawing all living beings with brush strokes, and grasping the universe with ink.
Jun Changxiao selected a section from Partridge Sky·Xidu by Zhu Dunru, a poet of the Northern Song Dynasty, which shows a kind of wildness and unrestraint.
"Wonderful!"
"Wonderful!"
After savoring it carefully, Xing Yunzi said rather ashamedly: "The realm of this old man is not as high as that of my little friend!"
Poetry can express a person's state of mind, such as the two paragraphs he wrote, regarding himself as the king, reaching the peak and outshine others.
On the other hand, Jun Changxiao's writing represents detachment and free and easy, even ignoring the rich and powerful, and only seeking to obey his heart.
"The old man is still obsessed with the world, but my little friend has already transcended the world. This state of mind is ashamed." Xing Yunzi staggered his body and waved: "Please!"
Jun Chang laughed secretly: "Is this a win?"
It's a bit surprising that the chief culprit of the Four Hells will admit defeat by just copying a poem from an ancestor.
"Concession!"
Jun Changxiao cupped his hands gracefully, and then walked towards the teleportation array leading to the fifth level of hell.
It would be great if the OSS in the future were all literary fights instead of martial ones.
"You think too much."
The system said: "After all, there are very few strong people who enter the Tao through literature."
Just before Jun Changxiao came to the teleportation formation, Xing Yunzi still stood in place, carefully evaluating every word and every stroke written on the rice paper, sometimes lost in thought, sometimes seemed to be in a daze.
…
Five layers of hell.
Jun Changxiao walked out of the flashing 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 level, their overall strength is obviously stronger than the previous few floors.
"Boy."
At the back of the prisoner, a middle-aged man with his upper body exposed was lying on the ground, grinning and said, "Did you come down to drink with me?"
There were many empty wine jars beside him, his whole face was flushed, it could be seen that he drank a lot, and his mouth was even bald when he spoke.
and.
Jun Changxiao noticed that the prisoners around him smelled strongly of alcohol, and some of them were staggering to the point where they could not stand still, so he murmured 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 drink with me, or kneel down and call the master."
Jun Chang smiled and asked, "How do you spell wine?"
"brush!"
Forty altars of unopened wine flew in, neatly arranged together.
The middle-aged man flew over, then lay on it, propped his head with one hand, and said with a smile: "You and I are half of each other, whoever can stand after drinking will be considered the winner."
"..."
Jun Changxiao muttered in his heart: "This is to replace martial arts with wine. I knew I would have brought A Niu here."
I'm afraid Gousheng doesn't know that at this moment in the Wangu Sect, Li Qingyang and others are looking for Ye Xingchen in the Manzong Sect, because the latter drank several bowls of drunk life and dreamed death in one breath.
"ah!"
Inside the Spirit Beast Peak, there was an angry roar from the Purple Craggy Demon King, and then Pei Aniu, who was drunk to the point of unconsciousness, was thrown down.
"Is there any benefit in winning?" Jun Chang asked with a smile.
The middle-aged man said: "Since you dare to go from the fourth level of hell to the fifth level of hell, it shows that you are very confident in your strength. If you beat me, I will recognize you as the boss."
Jun Chang smiled and his eyes lit up.
First it was a sum of money instead of martial arts, and now it is replaced by wine instead of martial arts. There is no need to fight at all, so that the spiritual energy can be well preserved to deal with the subsequent prison OSS!
"certainly."
The middle-aged man yawned, pointed at the prisoner curled up in the dark, and said, "If you lose, you will become Lao Tzu's exclusive sandbag just like him."
Jun Chang smiled and found that the man's strength was not bad, but his face was bruised and purple. It seemed that he had been bullied a lot on weekdays.
"good."
Gousheng said: "Fight for wine!"
Jun Changxiao is not particularly good at drinking, but if he can force the alcohol out of his body with psionic energy, he can definitely drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!
…
In the central area of the fifth floor of hell, there is a large round table, not only are dozens of jars of wine placed on it, but there are also many jars below.
Jun Changxiao and the middle-aged man sat in the east and west respectively, a few meters away from each other.
Thousands of prisoners gathered around, apparently intending to be a crowd.
"I said… "
Jun Chang laughed speechlessly: "Anyway, here's a plate of peanuts!"
The middle-aged man said: "A real master of wine doesn't need appetizers."
"..."
Jun Chang smiled and convinced.
"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 still stand up after drinking, then you win!"
Jun Chang laughed secretly: "This wine is by no means simple!"
"Little friend..." Suddenly, the sound transmission technique sounded in my ears: "The wine in front of you is called Zuixian wine, as long as you drink it into your body, you can't be forced out!"
Jun Chang smiled expressionlessly, but in fact he already knew that the speaker was the poor wretch curled up in the dark.
"Can't force it out?"
Gou Sheng secretly said: "No wonder you are so confident."
"Snapped!"
While speaking, he patted the mud seal open.
The rich aroma of wine came out immediately, Jun Chang smiled and took a sip, and praised: "Good wine!"
"Hahaha!"
The middle-aged man laughed loudly and said, "It seems that he is a fellow!"
"I'll do it first!"
Jun Changxiao first stood up, grasped the mouth of the wine with one hand, and lifted it high, the wine immediately flowed out like a waterfall.
The middle-aged man was a little confused.
The prisoners in the distance were also dumbfounded.
Even a fairy couldn't hold the wine, but he actually lifted it up and drank it freely, wouldn't he be afraid to get drunk in an instant, and then lie on the ground like mud
"Still too young!"
"If he knew how strong the boss's drunken wine is, he would never drink it so recklessly."
"No, I can't stand the smell of this wine!"
The principal criminals in the Five Hells are extremely fond of drinking, and like drinking with others, so over time, all other prisoners become alcoholics.
"Gudu, Gudu!"
Jun Changxiao was still drinking with his head up. After the wine entered his body, it spread out immediately, and then merged into the blood and meridians, and launched an impact on the sea of thinking and consciousness!
"Snapped!"
The middle-aged man was not reconciled to others, so he slapped off the mud from the wine jar around him, and then raised it to drink.
"Googling!"
"Googling!"
The two were all standing, with one foot on each other's chairs and drinking wildly.
"Snapped!"
Jun Changxiao finished drinking one jar of wine first, then skillfully opened the other jar, and held it up again to drink freely.
The prisoners opened their mouths.
He doesn't change his face after drinking a jar of Zuixian wine, this guy can hold a lot of alcohol!
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
Jun Changxiao drank a jar of drunken fairy wine one after another, without any pause in the whole process, not even a belch.
"Boom!"
After another period of time, Gou Sheng smashed the empty wine jug 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 him, nineteen empty wine jars are randomly arranged!
"..."
The middle-aged man put down the half-drinked wine jug with a rather exciting expression on his face. After all, that guy drank twenty jugs, and he only drank ten jugs. Judging from the speed alone, he was already inferior.
"Boy."
He grinned and said, "You can't just finish drinking, you have to be able to stand still."
"no problem."
Jun Changxiao hugged his hands together.
From his face and tone of voice, it was completely impossible to tell that he was drinking anymore.
The middle-aged man couldn't help muttering in his heart: "Could it be... he can dissolve the drunken wine that has entered the body?"