Everyone took turns to toast Jiang Xuan, looking for a strange reason to toast Jiang Xuan.
Although they were just simply thankful, from the bottom of their hearts, they didn’t have the idea of getting drunk on Jiang Xuan.
It’s a pity that Jiang Xuanlai didn’t refuse, and drank more than a dozen bottles in a row, his face was not red, and his heart did not beat.
Let everyone smack a little.
Don’t say that you drink alcohol, even if you drink water, you should hold it now.
But the more this happens, the more people do not believe in evil.
Toasts are getting more and more frequent.
In this atmosphere, Rao is a calm guy like Zhongli, and he persuaded him to stand bottle after bottle.
But it wasn’t until the willow head on the moon that I drank for a few hours, and drank it to the Hai Lantern Festival fireworks display.
Zhong Li and the others were a little confused.
Jiang Xuan was still smiling and drinking cup after cup.
Everyone finally had an epiphany.
This guy usually doesn’t drink because he is too lazy to drink, which does not mean that he drinks poorly.
Think about it too.
How can a guy who is physically fit enough to move the continent of Tivat be confused by alcohol?
I am afraid that if he falls into the wine lake and drinks it all, he will not feel dizzy.
Other people’s physique is strong, perhaps because of the blessing of divine power and elemental power, but Jiang Xuan’s physique is strong…
He really has a strong physique!
Realizing this, no one toasted Jiang Xuan anymore.
Sit and sit to ease the feeling of dizziness.
Jiang Xuan raised his eyebrows, amused in his heart.
This can be regarded as finding that he is not drunk, and simply gave up?
Are you kidding?
Just now, so many people took turns to pour him, and found that it did not affect him, and now he says that if he doesn’t drink it, he won’t drink it?
Where in the world is there such a good thing?
Today he didn’t drunk all these guys alone, even if he insulted Steve’s physique.
As for the forced pouring of alcohol, it may make people die suddenly…
Is the immortal totem a joke?
Big deal, there is still 853 resurrection totem!
This is already the highest level of pouring wine, and it is poured into death.
Jiang Xuan turned his gaze and first looked at Zhong Li.
This guy who toasted just now was the main force, and now he is sitting on the side with a little dizziness drinking tea to sober up.
Jiang Xuan raised his eyebrows and raised his glass to Zhong Li with a smile.
“Zhongli, what kind of tea to drink on a good day, drink wine.”
“……”
Zhong Li was silent for a moment, and there was some foreboding in his heart.
Seem……
Jiang Xuan was about to counterattack.
But Zhongli still wanted to struggle, and said softly:
“Rest for a while, drink again.”
“What to rest, is it not to give me face?”
Jiang Xuan looked at Zhong Li with a smile, the latter’s face was a little depressed, and after a long time, he still raised his glass and drank it.
The next half an hour lasted.
Everyone finally experienced Jiang Xuan’s profound and rich wine table culture and exquisite persuasion eloquence.
He didn’t even eat a mouthful of food, and when he saw someone, he opened his mouth to be a set of exquisite little combos.
No more than three sentences, the other party has to finish a glass of wine.
Jiang Xuan’s counterattack came quickly, and not long after, he drank a bunch of people.
Diluc and the others, who had the worst amount of alcohol, were the first to lie down.
Zhong Li and the others could barely hold on.
But looking at Jiang Xuan’s attack frequency, I am afraid that it will last less than half an hour at most.
Everyone is a little sad in their hearts, but from the bottom of their hearts, they are quite happy.
This is the first time that everyone has officially gathered, thinking of nothing, drinking and dining to celebrate the holiday.
Especially the white art.
He had just recovered his health and tasted his first drink.
In the past, in order to maintain good health and ensure his life state, Baishu dripped wine without sticking.
Now, he can finally use his healthy body to enjoy this ordinary person’s fun.
Although he drank too much, he was lying on the table and lost consciousness.
But from the bottom of my heart, it’s still very happy.
Jiang Xuan raised his glass again to look at Zhong Li, and the corner of the latter’s mouth twitched.
He’s really out of luck.
Until now, even the divine power relief has been used.
But looking at Jiang Xuan’s meaning, I am afraid that it is not a night if he does not lie down today.
“Come, Zhongli!”
Jiang Xuan looked at him with a smile.
“Wine is a grain essence, the more you drink, the younger you get!”
“……”
Zhong Li looked at Jiang Xuan with complicated eyes.
“Where did you learn this strange word…”
It’s different!
It’s so different!
Compared to Wendy’s persuasion to drink, turning over and over are those few sentences “We have a good relationship!” Old man! ”
Jiang Xuan’s set of exhortation words is never repeated, and it rhymes, the key is that it is still very outrageous.
“Don’t like that? I have something else. ”
Jiang Xuan smiled meaningfully.
Advise to drink?
Can this kind of work be difficult for him?
Think about the work he did in his original world, think about the wine table culture of his original world.
When the work within the system is paired with the culture of persuasion within the system.
In Tivat, isn’t that a pure dimensionality reduction strike?
Looking at Zhong Li’s tangled eyes, Jiang Xuan pursed his lips and slowly opened his mouth to enlarge his move.
“You don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up in the sky, and it rushes to the sea and never returns.”
As soon as these words came out, Zhong Lideng’s expression became solemn.
The other immortals, who were still a little confused themselves, were also in high spirits, and their eyes looked at Jiang Xuan with blazing eyes.
The latter continues:
“You don’t see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk twilight into snow.”
Zhong Li’s goosebumps instantly rose, and without saying a word, he toasted and drank.
“Good!”
Zhong Li’s eyes lit up, and he was about to consult Jiang Xuan what kind of poem this was, and Jiang Xuan said leisurely:
“Life must be proud, do not make the golden bottle empty against the moon.”
Zhong Li’s face froze, silently pouring wine, and the other immortals also poured a cup and drank another cup.
“Born I will be useful, and the gold will come back.” (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）
Zhongli was speechless, another cup.
Jiang Xuan no longer inked, and big moves were frequent.
“To cook sheep and slaughter cattle for pleasure, you will need to drink three hundred cups.”
“Cen Fuzi, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, the glass will not stop.”
“A song with Jun, please listen to it for me.”
“The bell and drum are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.”
“The ancient sages were lonely, and only the drinker kept his name.”
“King Chen used to feast peacefully and cheerfully, and the wine fighting was ten thousand times happy.”
“The master must say that he has little money, and he must sell it to the king.”
“Five flowers and horses, thousands of golden qiu, Hu’er will exchange (bjdh) fine wine…”
Looking at Zhong Li and the immortals’ fiery gazes and frequent drinking movements, Jiang Xuan smiled heartily.
Only then did he take a leisurely drink and said slowly:
“It’s a long time to sell with Er…”
A song fell into the wine, and Zhong Li and the others applauded with heartache.
“Good! A good life must be proud! A good one, I was born to be useful! ”
“It is a great fortune in life to hear this ancient masterpiece!”
Zhong Li applauded repeatedly, his eyes full of emotion.
“If I don’t drink this toast, I am really ashamed of the beauty of this poem.”
Jiang Xuan snickered in his heart.
Advise to drink…
Who can compare to the poetry fairy!
Li Bai’s poems are simply a dimensionality reduction blow to the soul for people like Zhong Li who love poetry.
A song will come down from wine, and if you don’t drink it, you have to drink it.
“Mr. Jiang Xuan, I never expected that you still have such a wonderful talent for poetry.”
Qian Xiao shook his head and reminisced about the poetry.
“Although we don’t know these characters like Cen Fuzi and Danqiusheng, this poem is actually a swan song for thousands of years.”
“I wonder if this poem is famous?”
Jiang Xuan smiled dumbly and shook his head slightly.
“I don’t have this ability, this poem is in my world, it is the swan song of the poet Immortal Li Bai, and its name will enter the wine.”
“It is poetry in itself.”
Zhong Li obviously had an unprecedented interest in Li Bai, and said curiously:
“Shixian? Is it an immortal of your world? ”
Jiang Xuan shook his head and said:
“No, there is no extraordinary power in our world, Shixian, a name given to him by time and billions of people in future generations.”
“He is the poet of the most recent immortals, and he has left countless swan poems through the ages.”
“It is an example pursued by all the literati and scholars of later generations, his life is short, but like the ancient sun, shining in the souls of the descendants of Yanhuang, shining in the long river of history.”
“Fighting wine and banshi town people, it is him, in Li Bai’s time, even in the five thousand years of history of our civilization.”
“The only one who can be juxtaposed with him in poetry is the poet Saint Dufu of his time.”
“Seeing Li Bai mistakenly for life, having him is the honor of all poets, and it is also the sorrow of all poets.”
Zhong Li silently bowed his head and said seriously:
“With the resources of people, close to the immortal wind bone, his talent, I am far inferior, it can be seen that this person is indeed not the first of ten thousand ancient literati.”
“If you can persuade you to drink with wine, no matter how much you drink today, it is worth it.”
Jiang Xuanguan smiled and said softly:
“In my world, the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties are masters of the poetry world, and the top ones are poetry immortals and poetic saints.”
“And the poet immortal Li Bai, who once lived in his shadow for many years with a poem, suppressed the poetry demon, and almost fell into the devil.”
Hearing this, Zhong Li and the others were interested.
Can let the people who have the title of poetry demon live in the shadows, what kind of poetry is that, their curious hearts scratch their hearts.
Jiang Xuan also had no ink, turned his head to look at Gan Yu and the others, his eyes were extremely gentle.
After a long while, he slowly said:
“Yun wants to wear clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows Revlon.”
“If it weren’t for the jade mountain, I would meet Yaotai Yue.”
As soon as these words came out, Rao did not understand poetry very well, Lisa and Shenzi, both felt that the depths of their souls were like a big bell ringing.
Ning Guang and the others were even more directly blurred, and they couldn’t even grasp the chopsticks.
This poem is a poem that appreciates Yang Guifei’s beauty, but Jiang Xuan feels that no matter how beautiful Yang Guifei is, it is not as good as Gan Yu.
This poem matches Gan Yu and their swan song.
“This…”
Zhong Li accidentally landed the wine glass in his hand, looked at Jiang Xuan in shock, and repeated this poem in his mouth.
“For more than 6,000 years, there have been many literati and inkers in Liyue, and there are countless poems.”
Zhong Li said slowly:
“But there has never been a song depicting a woman’s beauty… No, there has never been a poem comparable to this prime minister! ”
“This is already the pinnacle, otherworldly poetry, not a human being, not even an immortal can come up with.”
“Shixian Li Bai… Shi Xian…”
“Worthy of being a poet fairy!”
Zhongli sighed, a little tangled, and a little joyful:
“I’m far inferior.”
Jiang Xuan shrugged.
“To be honest, Li Bai’s free-spirited attitude to life is one of the real reasons why he became a poet immortal.”
“Although he has left a name for thousands of years in later generations, his life is not very smooth, and it can even be said to be tortuous.”
Zhong Li bowed his head slightly and sighed:
“However, in any case, if Li Bai Jiuquan knew that he had become a poet immortal, he would also be happy.”
Jiang Xuan pursed his lips, and after a moment, shook his head and said:
“And a glass of wine before death, why should there be an ancient name behind it.”
“He never cared…”.
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