The wine was brought by a student, and it was originally intended to be used by drinking two glasses when he was elegant.

The wine was put in jars.

Because I knew that there were a lot of people who came this time, the wine jar used by this student was very large.

The wine weighs only twenty or thirty catties, but the wine jar with exquisite workmanship weighs more than a hundred catties!

Placed in the trunk of the accompanying sports car, the two students moved down breathlessly.

"Dude, this wine of mine is a good wine that has been treasured for a hundred years, give it to you, you must not let me down!" the student laughed.

The corners of Lu Yifan's mouth were slightly upturned, he took the heavy wine with one hand, threw it casually, and the jar flew in the air a few times, and he caught it with his other hand.

As soon as this hand came out, all the students in the audience were stunned!

Nima, the wine jar that can only be lifted by two people, you play with it like a sandbag, and it is effortless to pick it up!

You're really a literati, hey!

People who practice martial arts don't have as much strength as you!

Lu Yifan inspected for a while, and then said that the jar of wine was opened, and he drank it freely.

After taking a few big sips, Lu Yifan's face, who deliberately did not let the alcohol evaporate, turned red, his eyes were a little hazy, and he was already a little drunk.

At this time, he held the jar of wine and quickly made a set of martial arts moves.

The student who delivered the wine couldn't help but light up and exclaimed, "Drunken fist!"

Yes, Lu Yifan is holding the jar of wine and playing drunken fists.

His drunken fist is different from those drunken old men on TV.

Handsome and slightly drunk face, with a slim suit, every move, every style, has an indescribable chic.

When the prelude to the drunken fist was over, Lu Yifan grabbed the edge of the heavy wine jar with his right hand, and with a hint of madness on his slightly drunk face, he smiled and chanted loudly:

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. ”

After only two lines of poetry, He Wen was already fascinated.

The majestic meaning of these two poems is by no means comparable to ordinary poems, even Shen Jingbin's excellent work cannot be compared!

Even if there are only these two sentences in this poem, He Wen feels that Lu Yifan has already won.

But the young man on the stage didn't mean to stop at all.

He threw the jar again into the sky, and while it had not yet spilled out of the jar, he continued to chant aloud:

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. ”

As soon as the words fell, the wine that was still high in the sky fell like a waterfall.

Lu Yifan smiled and played drunken fists, opened his mouth to swallow a drop of the wine, and then caught the jar of wine, and drunkenly swayed on the ground for several steps.

Then he took the jar of wine and chanted aloud to the crowd:

"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require three hundred cups of drink.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me. ”

After chanting, Lu Yifan began to lean back very exaggeratedly, and began to drink wildly at the jar of wine!

The chic and handsome drinking posture made the talented girls on the scene scream again and again!

"Wow!

"It's so cool, I'm afraid the great writers in ancient times are not as handsome as Lu Yifan!"

"Hey, hey, look, doesn't he look like Li Bai in "Glory of Kings"?"

"That's right! As soon as you said it, I could see that Li Bai and Lu Yifan in "Glory of Kings" were simply carved out of the same mold!"

"Yifan, I love you! I am Li Bai's little fan sister!!

"Ahh!!h

This group of talented women screamed one by one, as if brainless fans had seen idols.

Especially when it was discovered that Lu Yifan was the prototype of Li Bai in "Glory of Kings", this group of game fans was even more like Gao (Harmony)!

One by one, their faces were flushed, their bodies were hot, they were covering their foreheads, and they were screaming there!

Shen Jingbin, who watched it, was not a taste in his heart!

Envy, jealousy, hatred, and wood!

Why don't you guys call it when I'm composing poetry?

Is it that Shen Jingbin is not sassy enough, or is your group of Bichi visionary?

"Will enter the wine, don't stop ...... glass" The flesh on Hewen's excited face twitched a little.

She simply loved this poem!

The pride in the poem is almost about to break through this small suburb and go straight to the sky!

And the person who drinks and writes poetry is also extremely domineering and chic!

For a while, Hewen was too excited, and her legs were tense and rubbing against her trousers, and after a long time, Hewen found that she was ......

She's actually high (harmonious) tide!

"How so...... What a shame......"

He Wen lowered her head in shame, not daring to look at the handsome Lu Yifan anymore.

She was actually recited by Lu Yifan's poem (harmony) tide!

"The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman. ”

Lu Yifan took the jar of wine and did several somersaults in a row, and when he stopped, he swayed like a drunk person and drank freely in front of the jar.

The student who gave Lu Yifan wine was already in tears at this moment by Lu Yifan's poem.

He is a lover of wine, so he can naturally hear the meaning of Lu Yifan's wine.

The sages are lonely, and only those who love to drink and drink wildly can leave a good name through the ages!

"But the drinker keeps his name...... Good!good!good!"

Three good words express the hearts of everyone at this moment.

Like a whale sucking, after drinking all the wine, Lu Yifan looked into the wine jar as if he was puzzled, and then turned the wine jar over and poured it on the ground.

"Huh~~~ Huh?

With a handsome face with an intoxicating drunkenness, Lu Yifan smashed the heavy wine jar with one palm.

The student who delivered the wine looked at Lu Yifan with pity.

After all, it's a collector's edition of Moutai!

Even the wine jar has a very high collection value!

Lu Yifan seemed to have seen through the student's thoughts, pointed his finger at him and shouted three times, "Come, come, come!", and then recited the last line of the poem:

"Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you. ”

The sentence "Eliminate eternal sorrow with you" dissipated the last bit of pity in the student's heart just now.

Now all he has in his heart is the pride that was infected by that poem!

He even secretly scolded himself for being stingy!

A jar of fine wine, what is the pity of being able to exchange for such a poem?

Such a heroic poem, don't say it's a wine jar!

is to send him this arrogant person like the immortal in the poem Baitan, what about the Qiantan?

He...... Worth!!!

(End of chapter)