"Wine! Exciting life!"
Before Mude's drunkenness arose, the sailor raised his hand high, holding the "virtual wine glass" in his hand, and recited clearly.
"Huh?! 'Excitement'? Or 'upset'!"
Wu De's wine was not strong yet, and he couldn't keep up with the rhythm, so he took the jug beside him, filled it up again, drank it, and waited for the feeling.
"Wine! Clear the soul!"
The sailor was so excited that he raised his hand in the air and chanted "Toast" again!
"Hey, this wine is really good. I think this dear friend should be at the table now! It's so good, money can't buy you happiness!"
After this second glass of wine, I still had no energy to get up.
"Is the concentration too low? I'm going to break a piece of koji!"
Wu Chu floated back to the "jiu koji" mountain on the deck. He picked out a piece of the top of the koji cake that was squeezed out from a bag that was not tied tightly, and then took it with him and floated back to the "jiu jiu bureau". Sailor's bedside, put it into the flagon.
Just as I was about to shake the jug to dilute it, suddenly the jug began to shake violently from left to right. I didn't even put the wine koji in. Half of it spilled on the table and half of it spilled into the empty wine glass.
"The wind is blowing! Get up! Lower the sail!"
The loud shout of the sailor on duty came suddenly. The sailor beside the bed stretched his hands and "raised a glass and recited a poem". For a while, he didn't respond at all.
There were strong winds and waves, and the rolling waves slapped the hull of the ship, making the rocking here even more violent.
But the sailor in the drunken dream completely enjoyed it as a "cradle". He turned over, turned half a circle, put his butt on the table, and curled up into a baby sleeping position, just in time to get himself stuck and narrow. In this space, no matter how violently the ship rocked, he seemed to sleep more soundly, completely "not in this world".
The boat is rocking harder and harder!
The sailor outside clamped the rudder tightly with the anchor, and while cursing God, he climbed up the mast and lowered the sail.
"Okay, you want to play with me? Okay, I'll play with you! Let's see who is cruel!"
The hills on the deck have become crooked and out of shape, and the ship's hull has been weighed down so that it loses its balance.
Coupled with the fact that the canvas was being blown by the wind and accelerating, it was also under the influence of the wind and the water waves. The ship was forced to change its course and hit a dark, towering, huge reef not far away. past!
"No! These two guys are going to finish playing!"
Wu De couldn't help but watch these two people die in front of his eyes without doing anything.
"what should I do?"
Without hesitation, he floated over and broke off a large piece of distiller's yeast, treating it like a pancake and swallowing it directly without chewing.
"Wow!"
An indescribable fairy energy spurted upwards along the esophagus!
Mude felt his own power for the first time!
"No one can come out, no one can come out! Go back to one day ago!"
When this voice was shouted out, Wu Chu could feel what it meant:
"happy!"
"ah!"
The person he was a day ago was indeed a different kind of "happy!"
It was still the "Yang Po" Wu Chu, and I once again felt the "dying feeling" of ten thousand bamboos being used as soil and taking root one after another. How could it not be "happy"?
"Ah! Wrong, I forgot to add the subject!"
The soldiers who were about to charge up with various knives to "divide" the victory heard "General Zhao" make an "incomprehensible" "last words". Everyone looked at each other and asked:
"'Add a subject indiscriminately'? What does it mean? Does it mean that the subject is not meant to 'kill' someone, but it was misrepresented by others?"
"Maybe!"
"Well, that's the deal. Let's run away! If we get involved, we won't necessarily kill the Nine Clan! Run away!"
The soldiers surrounding this "bamboo field" turned around and ran away. Although Wu De could only be "speechless", a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"At least the body wasn't broken into pieces, which is better!"
Several Yuanyang Zhen's soldiers who were not completely dead also crawled one by one and gathered around him, pulling out "bamboo" while crying and howling with sorrow.
"No one can come out, no one can come out! Two sailors go back to the day before!"
A thought flashed back, and the passionate alcohol in my chest made me unable to get out. At the last moment of making "sheep pouring", I just "swung" the "timeline" of the two sailors back to the day before them. .
"Ah! What an injustice! General Zhao will die with his eyes open! He still has some last words for us!"
The soldiers cried even harder!
While they poured out the bamboo for the sheep, they gently pulled out the bamboo with grief; at the same time, they used soil to block the blood holes from which blood kept pouring out.
"'No one can get out, no one can get out.' General Zhao had already expected this result. We really shouldn't have encouraged the people to follow us and forced the canal to stay! In fact, it was because we failed General Zhao. Damn it!"
Some people cried non-stop, desperately reviewing their mistakes.
"What does 'two sailors go back to a day ago' mean? There are sailors here, and they want to go back to a day ago?"
Some people were crying and discussing the second half of this "last words".
"It should be 'returning to the light'! General Zhao is a god from the East China Sea who has descended to earth. Someone must be driving a boat to take him back to the fairy mountain!"
Finally, there was a "great wisdom" who explained this clearly.
"Well! We are going to build the Immortal Summoning Temple and worship it! General, please bless us and keep us safe and sound for the rest of our lives!"
Hearing this, Wu Chu's last "Yang Zhen" soul thread was considered "peaceful and complete".
"You! What do you think of the 'poor scholar'? You're just a stiletto puller and a coolie, how can you come up with so many 'words'! Haha, do you think you can get in with just these few sentences? Forget it!"
There is no success this time!
At this time the day before, the two sailors were drinking together at a wine shop in the town they came to.
The person who said this just now was the sailor who was in charge of midnight.
"Alas! You don't know, they invited so many people this time! If the poem is well written, as long as one of the poems is discovered by an uncle, I will no longer be a 'hard worker'! "
The second sailor, who loved to recite poetry, played with the wine glass in his hand and talked about a meal that they seemed unable to squeeze into.
"I'm not trying to knock you, but your poems are really lacking in 'literary talent'."
"Why is there no 'literary talent'? You should tell me something."
"Okay, let me ask you about a word I heard; 'Tianguang', tell me, what is 'Tianguang'?"
"Hey! 'Tianguang', we get up early every day and stay late every day. If I don't even know what 'Tianguang' is, then I might as well jump into the river and die!"
"Haha! Okay, then you can use 'Tianguang' to make a poem and let me listen to it. Can it work?"
"Just do it! Come on! 'Tianguang', um, 'Tianguang', wait a minute, I'll have another drink!"
It seems that this "poet sailor" is a hormone person who "cannot have fun without wine" and "cannot write poems without wine".
"Okay, I'll accompany you! Do it!"
