Under the starlight, Mr. Yan finally made up his mind.
Anyway, Zhou Youluo has left, leaving behind only a crystal formed from the sword's will to frighten the young man who became a drowned dog. Zhou Youluo knew this time very accurately, and it would disappear on its own in half an hour.
The existence of this sword crystal can be said to be a small punishment for the young man. The initial anger was suppressed by the concern that suddenly rose in his heart. She drifted into the distance with single-minded focus, drifting to the young master who taught her the way of swordsmanship.
"Half an hour more, half an hour less, there is no difference." Mr. Yan thought in his mind and decided to ask the painter to come up from the bottom of the cold lake.
After all, if it is too late, the wine bottles in the hands of those women will once again be filled with love.
"Without further delay, time is of the essence." Mr. Yan nodded and glanced aside.
The wine bottle has been passed to the twenty-fifth woman. This woman coughed a little in the night wind, and her spit accidentally contained a little phlegm. Except for Mr. Yan, no one else present was aware of it, including the coughing woman.
Mr. Yan's lips twitched and he was about to speak. There was a woman who looked at the figure on the lake and spoke lovingly.
"Sir...that wine...have you finished it?"
Just as he took a bite of the pig's head meat and was about to raise his head to take a sip of wine, he was stunned when he heard a woman's shout above him.
"Sir... may I ask, have you finished the wine?"
Ling Dabao blinked, and then moved back a little. He looked up again and saw a figure standing above him.
"It's not an auditory hallucination. Someone is really calling me. It seems to be asking me if I have finished drinking." Ling Dabao narrowed his eyes so that he could clearly see the figure leaning on the railing of the boat.
"My lord! Are you still here?"
After hearing no echo from below for a long time, the woman became anxious. I was afraid that the handsome young man would lose his strength under the lake water and drown to death.
They also tried to persuade the young master underwater to get on the boat, but the young master refused to agree, for fear that he would be killed by the most beautiful woman in the world with a sword.
Although they are young ladies from a wealthy family, there is no match for a woman who can cut through a boat ten feet away with one sword. After seeing the woman in jade clothed with a sword, they did not dare to say anything and only said: I can do my little bit.
There are very few women in this world who dare to love and hate, and even fewer who can die for love. It can be said that only one in ten thousand people can be born.
One in ten thousand, these are just twenty-eight people. What's more, no matter how handsome the man is, he is still not their husband. Naturally, it is impossible for him to contradict the woman in jade clothes, let alone to give his life in vain.
They didn't hear the echo from below and were about to burst into tears. After all, such handsome men are extremely rare. Even if you can't be a husband, you will still feel extremely satisfied if you can take a look at her occasionally.
"Ask me if there is any wine... Is there any wine again?" Ling Dabao was immediately happy when he heard this and quickly shook the wine bottle in his hand.
There is still some sloshing around in the jug, and there is still a small half.
After an hour and a half, there was still half a bottle of wine and more than half a pig's head left. This can be regarded as extremely economical for Ling Dabao. Originally, he wanted to wait until he was almost on the shore before eating meat and drinking wine.
"There is no need to save anymore." Ling Dabao was happy in his heart. In this water town in the south of the Yangtze River, in this lake, soaking in the lake water, feeling the soft water and the mountain temperature, and experiencing the closeness to nature, isn't this a kind of practice? Isn't it a pleasure to drink and eat meat in a place like this?
The resentment in Ling Dabao's heart was quickly wiped away. Not to mention Zhou Youluo letting him stay in the water for several hours, even if it lasted a day, a night, three days and three nights, he had no resentment at all.
He believes that as long as he maintains an optimistic attitude and obeys Miss Zhou's words, his sincerity will definitely move God and impress Miss Zhou.
At that time, Ling Dabao has embraced the beauty. As long as he gets Miss Zhou's body, he is not afraid of the reverse. Is Miss Zhou obeying his words? You can take revenge however you want?
Thinking of this, Ling Dabao smiled happily. He has already thought about how to discipline Miss Zhou in the future.
"Girl, I'm here!" Ling Dabao shouted loudly.
"Master!"
Ling Dabao sighed again when he heard the happy voice coming from above.
"It's a pity that the most handsome man in the world has to look like the most handsome man in the world, and he can't let women get involved at will. After all, things are rare and valuable. Otherwise, I can be a romantic couple with you to express my gratitude to you. "
Ling Dabao could hear the concern contained in that voice, and sincerely apologized to the women. If there is an afterlife, he will definitely be their husband once in his life.
The women on the boat were delighted when they heard the shouts below. Some even cried with joy.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
"Okay, the young master is very cold down there. Please fill up our love quickly so that the young master can feel it again." A woman smiled, a little impatient.
"Okay! I'll go tell the young master right now."
Someone took the wine jug, then moved closer to the ship's railing, slightly advancing the wine jug in his hand, and hanging it in mid-air. So that the young master below can see it.
"Master, the sisters discussed it together and prepared a pot of good wine for the master. I wonder if the master can feel the love that we and the sisters have for you."
"Thank you girls! Zhou felt it." The night wind was strong, but Ling Dabao still heard the sound and was immediately overjoyed.
Ling Dabao saw that the pot of wine in the woman's hand was much larger than the one he drank.
Twice less. He quickly swam back to his original position, took a big bite of the pig's head meat, and drank the small half bottle of wine in one gulp.
Then he moved the rope tied to the wine bottle and motioned for them to pull the wine bottle up.
The person above felt the movement of the rope and quickly reached out to pull the rope back.
The woman holding the wine bottle turned around and looked at the sisters in front of her with tears in her eyes. While crying excitedly, he spit.
Tears and saliva dripped into the wine pot together. There was a splashing sound, and then quickly settled on the bottom of the pot, and finally mixed with the wine.
"Sisters, did you hear it... The young master said that he felt our love for him!"
"I heard it!" the women cried, feeling proud in their hearts. After all, there are not many women in this world who can make such a handsome man feel loved.
Mr. Yan watched from the side and secretly thought that the world had changed.
Since ancient times, the relationship between men and women has not been clear, but now this scene makes Mr. Yan frown and shake his head. I secretly wondered again, are all women today so unreserved? Don’t you know how ashamed you are?
The pot of wine has fallen into the hands of the twenty-eighth woman, the last one. As long as the person spits out their saliva and then shakes the wine bottle so that their saliva is completely mixed with the wine, they will be tied to a rope and fall into the hands of the young master.
After all, these women come from a wealthy family. They clean their teeth with special cleaning products every day. In addition, they taste fresh fruits every day and drink good tea. Their mouths are not smelly, but have a slight fragrance. When these saliva falls into the wine, it will only make the mouth smell better. Ling Dabao felt that the wine had more flavor.
However, when Mr. Yan saw this scene, even if these women were all beautiful, he would only feel nauseated. Not only him, even that young master would feel the same way if he knew about it.
After all, no one likes to drink other people's saliva, let alone the saliva of dozens of people.
However, the young man had already drank a jar. Mr. Yan couldn't speak anymore, and he didn't dare to say this. After all, this person is a senior and a master on the road to painting, and he will never be an unknown person in the future.
If this matter reaches the ears of the world, it will definitely make people laugh. After all, this is very likely to be the first painting method in the future. If the leader of the painting path becomes a joke among the world, then he will also be unable to hold his head high. No matter it is him, as long as he is a person in the world of calligraphy and painting, he will not be able to hold his head high.
"Even if this young master becomes famous in the world of calligraphy and painting in the future and replaces me as the painting saint, these women will not be gullible if they tell the story after learning about it. But if Zhou tells it, everyone will believe it. So, Zhou will never tell. In this world, apart from the dead, Zhou is the only one who can be trusted.
Mr. Yan glanced at the twenty-eighth woman and spat, then capped the bottle and shook the flask. Then he walked to the boat rail, picked up the rope and skillfully wrapped it around the handle of the pot, then held the rope in one hand and gently lowered it downwards.
Mr. Yan's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself that it was not good and he quickly stepped forward and reached the railing of the boat.
The previous time, I didn't grasp the opportunity well. I will make up for it this time. I can't let the young master drink a second pot of wine that is full of saliva.
"not good!"
At this moment, Mr. Yan heard an exclamation from beside him.
This exclamation came from the woman with the wine pot. Mr. Yan turned his head and saw that the rope in the woman's hand was loosened and was not tied properly.
"This really helps me!" Mr. Yan was overjoyed when he saw this scene. The flask fell. Then that young man doesn't have to drink this pot of wine.
After all, this young man doesn't seem like someone who would reject other people's kindness. Perhaps, this is the greatest charm of this young man. Even if he was forced into the cold lake by Miss Zhou, he did not feel any resentment in his heart.
Ling Dabao kept raising his head and heard the exclamation from above. He saw something fall from the boat, and with the sound of strong wind, he chased it down.
"The wine jug..." Ling Dabao's pupils in the dark night gradually saw clearly that it was the wine jug as the object continued to fall with the wind.
This was what the women wanted. How could he watch the wine in the jug spilling everywhere in vain?
Of course not.
"Girl! Don't worry!"
Mr. Yan quickly lowered his head and saw the young master below jumping up and flowing into the sky gracefully, like a proud swan dancing in the lake.
The women's eyes widened as they saw the beautiful dance. An extremely handsome man spun around in mid-air a few times, and then gracefully caught the wine bottle.
"...."
Mr. Yan didn't even have time to speak. It just happened in the flash of lightning. Before he could even blink, the young man jumped up from the water and took the wine bottle.
"Oops!" Mr. Yan was about to cry, but this time the young man still wanted to drink a pot of wine full of saliva.
"Master...live..."
Even if Mr. Yan spoke in a hurry, it would be of no avail.
Before the young man fell into the lake, he opened the bottle cap, lifted the jug, raised his head and drank heavily.
At this moment, the twenty-eight women on the boat were stunned. The young man's whole body was soaked by the lake water, both inside and outside. As everyone turned around, a heavy rain fell in mid-air. Coupled with the colorful orbs on the young master's body, the surrounding area seemed to be in a dream.
This is so beautiful, as if there are stars again in the world, each one is dazzling.
"Are we following the young master to the fairyland..." someone asked.
But no one answered, because they all fell into this illusion, into... the beautiful man dancing in this illusion.
Mr. Yan glanced at those people with stars in their eyes
The women sighed again.
What he was sighing about was not that today's women don't know how to be reserved. But the young man drank again, still unaware that there was saliva in the wine. At this moment, I am still complacent.
Literati are fond of romance, why are their romances so popular? Because they love to show off. Even middle-aged scribes were so virtuous when they were young.
Therefore, Mr. Yan understands this young master very well.
After all, who doesn’t like when a beautiful woman falls in love with him?
This is an innate nature. Just to enjoy the flowers on the road, choose a few flowers to meet in the dew. If you are lucky, there will be one that will amaze the years.
The beauty is like jade, the gentleman is like Joan. In the middle of playing music and composing poems, the drunkenness is about to get stronger, and then they lean on each other, and another song of mandarin duck embroidery is turned over by the red waves.
From now on, it is even more unstoppable, with tenderness and sweetness flowing like the Yangtze River.
It's just that this flower is only suitable for a period of time, not for a lifetime. Finally, I usually choose a pure jasmine flower that suits me.
Mr. Yan can understand it very well. After all, although this person is far more accomplished in painting than himself, a painting saint, he is still very young, proud of his youth, and full of energy.
Even if this young master touches all the women here, it will not hurt if the world knows about it in the future. They just think that this is a romantic affair, which will only make people envious. After all, not everyone can achieve twenty-eight flowers in one touch.
"That's it, that's all. Seeing that the young master is so happy, he has completely forgotten about being shocked by Miss Zhou. I won't mention this matter anymore. This will save the young master from losing face." Mr. Yan took a deep breath and prepared to tell what he saw. I completely forgot about it.
The saying that out of sight is pure has its own truth.
When Mr. Yan thought of this, he put everything behind him and felt much more relaxed.
There was a crash, and at this moment, under the adoring eyes of all the women, Ling Dabao fell into the lake again. There was no wave for such a big body when it fell into the lake.
Ling Dabao landed in front of the pig head and was in a great mood. He took a bite of the meat and laughed again.
"Only the most beautiful man in the world can enjoy good meat and good wine." Ling Dabao was in a very good mood from the bottom of his heart. After all, he was not alone in the lake. Besides him, there were other girls accompanying him.
Ling Dabao ate a few more bites of meat, took another sip of wine with satisfaction, and said, "This wine seems to be thicker, not bad, good wine!
"This wine is indeed thick..." Mr. Yan heard the laughter below and thought to himself that the wine was filled with these women's saliva and even phlegm, so it would be strange if it wasn't thick.
Mr. Yan saw that the young man was very excited about drinking and eating meat. He took a deep breath again, and then spoke again, with a slightly higher tone, so as to be able to drown out the night wind tonight.
"Sir, please come up and talk!"
This voice was very loud. After all, Mr. Yan's internal energy was extremely high. Even if he lowered his voice, it could still clearly fall into Ling Dabao's ears.
"Who called me?" Ling Dabao raised his head and was about to take another sip of thick wine when he suddenly heard another voice from above.
"Painting Saint?" Ling Dabao saw the figure clearly. I'm just very confused as to why he was asked to come up and talk about it.
The night was not very calm, but there was no storm. Most of the time it is quiet, with only a few strong winds occasionally.
But Ling Dabao knew that this was the calm before the storm.
As soon as he steps into this flower boat, the tranquility will be completely replaced by the storm.
Ling Dabao could always feel the fierce sword intent on the ship. Although it did not lock him, he knew that Zhou Youluo had been waiting for him to get on the ship.
Once up, Ling Dabao will definitely suffer a ruthless sword attack.
"This person... seems to be an old acquaintance with Zhou Youluo. Is there a scam involved? He deliberately deceived me?" Ling Dabao frowned, fearing that there was a scam involved.
"This middle-aged scribe seems to be Zhou Youluo's elder. But this pig's head meat... was also given to me by him." Ling Dabao was lost in his thoughts.
He drank sake, sip after sip, and finally became bolder due to the drunkenness, and started laughing again.
"If Miss Zhou wants to do something to me, why do you need to use your sword energy to scare me on the boat? Wouldn't it be better to just pick up the sword and go into the lake?" Ling Dabao shook his head and smiled, feeling that he was overthinking it. Even thought of other things.
"Could it be that Miss Zhou was too embarrassed to say that she asked him to come here specifically? Even the pig's head, was Miss Zhou asked him to bring it?" Ling Dabao thought about it for a while, and felt that it made sense.
"Senior Painting Sage! Could it be Miss Zhou who asked you to call me up to talk?" Ling Dabao saw that Mr. Yan was very old and was Zhou Youruo's elder. After thinking about it, it was better to call himself a junior.
Mr. Yan heard this voice and heard the young man calling him Senior Painting Sage. His face suddenly changed and turned red in an instant, feeling extremely ashamed.
"I don't dare to take it! I don't take it! My master's attainments in painting are much better than mine. It should be Yan who calls you senior!" Mr. Yan quickly bowed his fists forward with respect.
"It's because Ling doesn't dare to take the responsibility, so let me call you senior. I don't know if Miss Zhou asked me to come up and talk about it. What is the story about?" Ling Dabao couldn't wait to know, maybe it was about the bed.
Of course, even Ling Dabao knew that Miss Zhou would never speak directly to this middle-aged scribe, but would talk about it implicitly, drinking tea, playing chess, etc.
"Senior...it is Mr. Yan who is asking you to speak, not Miss Zhou." Mr. Yan coughed, thought for a while, and spoke again.
"Miss Zhou has left."
