Yan Qicai doesn't care what the mortal immortals think of him.
With a raised hand, a jar of fine wine flew up to the treetops.
The mortal immortal took the wine and said coldly: "What do you want to do?"
Yan Qidao: "Aren't you an alcoholic?"
The mortal immortal was angry: "I am a wine master, not an alcoholic. Please stop slandering me."
Yan Qi shrugged: "Slandering you? From my point of view, you are a drunkard, but from your point of view, you think you are a drunkard, right? It's like you think I am a scumbag, and I But he considers himself to be a good young man."
The mortal immortal realized something more: "What on earth are you going to do?"
Yan Qi grabbed a jar of wine and gestured boldly to the mortal immortal: "Give you a chance to vent your anger. Let's have a drinking contest to see who laughs last. I lose, you can ask me to do anything."
The mortal immortal bit his silver teeth and said, "I will definitely be the one who laughs last!"
Yan Qidao: "Let's make an agreement first. You are not allowed to cheat or force the alcohol out of your body."
The mortal immortal sneered: "I need you to remind me that I am not as shameless as you."
"Very good, very good."
Yan Qi raised the wine jar and signaled to the mortal immortal.
Gudududu, I went on half a jar.
The mortal immortal did not expect Yan Qi to be so powerful.
It was indeed a wine barrel.
The mortal immortal showed no sign of weakness, and Nuer Hong followed suit and drank half of the jar.
With the drink in my stomach, I felt indescribably comfortable.
Spicy yet refreshing.
"Do it again!"
Yan Qi was excited and excited: "Since we have wine, how can we not have poetry?"
The mortal immortal said: "Can you still recite poetry?"
Yan Qi said: "What's so difficult about this? In ancient times, Cao Zijian composed a poem in seven steps, but now I, Yan Qi, recite a poem with a glass of wine."
The real immortal in the mortal world has long sleeves fluttering: "If you can drink wine and recite poems, I can dance on the treetops with long sleeves."
"Okay, okay, I'll compose a poem, and you'll dance wildly."
"That's called dancing, not dancing."
Yan Qi drank wine and chanted: "
Desire and suffering are insufficient,
No vulgarity and no worries,
If you are not pure and empty,
Bring a rope to criticize Xuanqiu,
Floating in the world,
As vast as a boat,
When you finish your worries,
Live in Penglai Qiu. "
The mortal immortal couldn't help but look at Yan Qi with admiration.
Sure enough, a glass of wine becomes a poem.
so amazing.
The key is that this scum's Zen state is completely different from the word "scum".
The Zen state of this poem is very high.
Meaning: If you have desires, you will be distressed by not being satisfied. If you don’t want anything, you will be carefree.
Yan Qi said to the dazed Mortal Immortal: "Grandma, why don't you start dancing!"
The sleeves of the mortal immortal clouds spread out, transforming into clouds that danced gracefully on the leaves. Under the moonlit night, they looked so graceful and pleasant.
"Maggi!"
Yan admires the beauty in the seventh month and feels great joy.
He wanted to take this opportunity to enlighten the mortal immortals who acted in extreme ways, and began to compose poems again.
"
The empty door refuses to come out,
Throwing yourself out the window is too crazy.
A hundred years old paper,
When will you start?
Fangchen Zhenxian is more enlightened.
Meaning: It is too stupid to jump out of the window instead of passing through the door when there is an empty door.
If you spend your whole life burying your head and digging into the dead end, how can you ever achieve enlightenment?
The mortal immortal was shocked by Yan Qi's literary talent and realm.
This guy turned out to be a scumbag who had realized the great truth.
Yan Qi pointed to the ruined stars in the sky: "
The stars are arrayed and the night is bright and deep,
The flowers are solitary and the moon is not dusty.
The brilliance of perfection never fades away,
Hanging in the blue sky is my heart. "
When the mortal immortal heard the words, his heart was touched.
Looking at Yan Qi with cold eyes, he understood that he was using poetry to express his ambition.
The blue sky is his heart.
Is this showing off that his ambitions are as high as the sky?
Yan Qi became inspired by poetry under the influence of alcohol. Zen poems blurted out one after another, like knives and axes, which were deeply imprinted in the minds of mortal immortals.
One person recited poetry and the other danced.
In the end, Yan Qi drank too much, and his body was unsteady and crooked, and he could not recite Zen poems.
The mortal immortal also drank until his cheeks turned red and he felt dizzy.
She fell from the treetop and landed next to Yan Qi.
The two of them stood back to back, looking at the stars in the sky, in a daze and stupidity.
Now, the two of them are not rivals, but drinking buddies.
With a gourd in his mouth, Yan Qi asked the mortal immortal: "Am I still a scumbag?"
The mortal immortal smiled drunkenly: "Not scumbag, not at all."
"Hehehehe..." Yan Qi smiled mischievously.
The real immortal in mortal world swallowed his answer and asked: "Am I still a piece of shit?"
Yan Qi shook her head: "It's not dregs of tofu, of course it's not dregs of tofu. You are freshly baked tofu. It's so tender that even an eighteen-year-old girl can't compare to you."
"Hee hee hee……"
The mortal immortal smiled from ear to ear.
When you are drunk, everything you say is so true.
Tell the truth while drunk.
Tell lies when you wake up.
That's probably the case!
The two began to compliment each other.
Praising and drinking at the same time.
Finally, the two fell down under the big tree and fell asleep.
…
After a long time.
Jun Yue rushed over: "Yan Qi, master, why are you sleeping here?"
She ran over as fast as she could, and when she saw the sleeping posture of the two of them, she couldn't help but blush.
The mortal immortal lies in Yan Qi's arms.
Yan Qi's hands tightly grasped the waist of the mortal immortal.
If you go a little higher, you can touch the undulating peaks.
"Master, wake up, wake up."
Fanchen Zhenxian was drunk and muttered: "Jun Yue, you are so old, why are you still sleeping with your master in your arms? Let go quickly."
Yunyue couldn't even laugh or cry.
The master mistook Yan Qi for her.
Yunyue hurriedly pulled Yan Qi's hand away.
Unexpectedly, Yan Qi hugged her tighter and tighter, getting emotional: "No, don't take Yunyue away from me. Yunyue is mine. I want to hold it. If anyone dares to snatch it away, I will kill him. I will kill him."
Yunyue felt warm in her heart.
She knew that Yan Qi regarded the master as her, hugged him tightly and never let go.
The mortal immortal felt pain and said: "Yunyue, don't hold me so tightly. Why are you still squeezing Master's chest? You are so naughty. Master is in pain. Do you know?"
Yunyue looked down, her face turned red, and she stuck out her little tongue.
It turned out that Yan Qi's hands were getting harder and harder, and they actually hugged the master's chest.
Is this a big deal?
How embarrassing.
She went to hold Yan Qi's hand, but the hold became tighter and tighter.
"uh-huh!"
The mortal immortal made a humiliating cry.
Yunyue didn't dare to move anymore.
She was embarrassed and wanted to laugh.
What should I do?
If the master wakes up, how should he deal with himself?
Yunyue finally thought of a way.
She tickled Yan Qi.
Yan Qi felt itchy and released his hands to scratch the itch.
Yunyue took the opportunity to take out the mortal immortal.
"Yunyue, my Yunyue, don't go, don't go, Yunyue, Yunyue."
Yan Qi scratched his itch, turned around, and hugged the mortal immortal again.
When I found that the real immortal in mortal world was missing, I couldn't help but become anxious.
Yunyue felt warm in her heart.
"Yunyue is here."
She hugged Yan Qi's arms and let Yan Qi hug him tightly.
Beauty in my arms.
Yan Qi then fell into a deep sleep.
Yunyue just breathed a sigh of relief.
Unexpectedly, the mortal immortal actually pounced on her and Yan Qi again, "Yunyue, master will protect you. Master will also avenge your mother. You can sleep well, master will protect you."
Yunyue was cared for by Yan Qi and protected by the mortal immortal.
My heart feels warm.
