Dozens of jars of peach blossom brew were placed in front of Lin Fan and Meng Wei.

The two kept drinking, and a jar of peach blossoms was brewed to the bottom.

Outside the window, the night was already deep, a bright moon hung high, and the stars were shining.

"Sect Master Lin drinks an amazing amount of alcohol, okay you. ”

Meng Wei drank three points drunk, hugged the wine jar and swayed, and then smashed the wine jar with a bang.

Lin Fan didn't say a word, drank all the wine in the altar, and also showed a three-point drunkenness.

"It's still not enjoyable to drink one altar at a time, Sect Master Lin is optimistic!"

Meng Wei smiled, grabbed two jars of wine and played juggling, rolling twice on his arms and shoulders like a football, and then the internal force was exerted.

The two jars of wine were held on top of their heads by internal force.

Meng Wei raised his head, and his hand did not touch the wine jar.

The two jars of wine tilted slightly, and the wine poured out like a waterfall, and accurately merged into Meng Wei's mouth.

In this way of drinking, the two jars of peach blossom brew instantly bottomed out.

"Hahaha, good wine!"

Meng Wei smiled heartily, and as soon as his internal force withdrew, the two wine jars were shattered, and there was no wine in them.

"Sect Master Lin, it's your turn! are you okay?"

Watching Meng Wei play tricks and drink, Lin Fan just smiled and exerted his internal strength.

However, this internal force is not an ordinary internal force.

Its internal force covered the two jars of peach blossom brew, and Lin Fan sat still.

Two streams of water flowed upstreams from the wine jar, as if they had life, turned into a gurgling stream, and headed towards Lin Fan.

Meng Wei and Li Bijun were stunned by this scene.

Only Tan Taiyue saw it suddenly.

The sect leader obviously performed the magic of the town sect.

With its unique internal force, it can suck the wine out and can be manipulated at will.

Chen Yanbei was fascinated by it, and couldn't help but glance at Lin Fan deeply, feeling a little bitter in his heart.

Under everyone's gaze.

Lin Fan just sat still, opened his mouth when the wine arrived, and let the wine enter his throat, without wasting half a drop.

Its chic and meditative appearance is not like drinking, but more like swallowing the aura of heaven and earth.

Lin Fan snapped his fingers.

Two bangs.

The two jars burst open and fell apart.

The people looked intently, and saw that there was not a drop of wine left in the altar, and it was drunk cleanly.

"Drink wonderfully!"

Meng Wei was also shocked by Lin Fan's scene of drinking in the air, and quickly came back to his senses.

"Come again!"

With a slap of his palm, three jars of wine rose in response to the sound and floated above his head.

When you open your mouth, the drink slanted out.

In order to outperform Lin Fan in terms of momentum, Meng Wei used both hands and feet, grabbed the big knife and played the knife technique on the spot, and his movements were like flowing water.

Suddenly, the sword light bursts, and Meng Wei is full of spirit.

Swish.

When the last wisp of wine overflowed from the altar, Meng Wei stabbed forward, catching the wisp of wine to the blade with unmistakable accuracy.

Then.

Slightly sideways, the tip of the knife pointing downwards and straight to the mouth, the wine flowing down the tip of the knife into Meng Wei's mouth.

"Ah...... Wine, wine, you look so beautiful, it's intoxicating. ”

After drinking the three jars of wine, Meng Wei began to dance and recite poems in order to show that he was very sober.

"Today, there is wine and people to drink, and the leader of the Divine Cult enters my table. ”

"The fragrance of peach blossom wine is intoxicating, and after drinking three altars, three altars and three altars!"

The poem reveals his martial arts cheesiness.

Listen to it at first time.

This poem is okay, with that bit of charm.

But if you look closely, what the hell is this?

When Lin Fan heard this, he smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, waved his sleeve robe, and the wine stuffs on the three jars of wine in front of him flew out together.

Three drinks flowed out of the altar, intertwined with each other under Lin Fan's control, and gradually condensed into a crystal dragon.

This crystal dragon was crystal clear and lifelike, wandering around Lin Fan's body, and finally soared upwards and flew into Lin Fan's mouth, making Meng Wei dumbfounded for a while.

I saw Lin Fan before that he just let the wine fly away from the wine jar and into his mouth.

Now you actually play the wine like a dragon, and you can't do this even if you are acrobatic, right?

As for how Lin Fan did it,

Meng Wei couldn't think of a reason for a while.

Before he could think about it, Lin Fan's indifferent voice sounded, mixed with a hint of ethereal meaning.

Lin Fan also began to chant poetry.

"Grape wine glow-in-the-dark glass, if you want to drink the pipa, urge immediately. Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times. ”

As soon as this poem is spoken.

Li Bijun fell into deep thought, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

She didn't expect that the famous Demon Sect Leader would also compose poems.

And it's so beautifully written.

Grape wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa immediately urge.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times.

It's the first time I've heard such a poem with rich words and precise expressions.

"You ......"

Meng Wei opened his mouth, speechless.

This poem sounds like a great tune, especially the sentence "Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times", which simply penetrated into my heart.

"Good poetry!"

"I didn't expect Sect Master Lin to have such an elegant side!

Meng Wei praised, but he did not show weakness in his movements, and controlled the five jars of wine.

The five jars of wine were held by the internal force, forming a circle in the air, and circling.

Meng Wei stood with a horizontal sword, raised his head and drank, recalling the sentence of drunk and lying on the battlefield Jun Mo smiled in his heart, and he only felt that this wine was more and more delicious.

Lin Fan was indifferent.

Some of the poems that were familiar in the previous life did not appear in this world.

So by saying it yourself, you become the creator of poetry.

"Sect Master Lin, listen to me compose a poem again! ”

Meng Wei staggered, brandished the long knife in his hand, and said proudly.

"Drink as much wine as you want, and throw away all the distress in your heart. ”

"Stay deep into the battlefield, and let the enemy die with a knife!"

After finishing the poem, Meng Wei squinted at Lin Fan and was very satisfied with his poem.

I am a rough person, I don't have much ink in my stomach, and it is very rare to be able to completely compose a poem that I think is still a poem.

Regarding Meng Wei's poems, Lin Fan did not comment.

This Meng Wei is interesting, if you are not an enemy, you can make friends.

Lin Fan's sleeve robe waved.

The wine in the five jars of wine flew up, turned into five trickles, and slowly merged into Lin Fan's mouth.

"+500 experience points."

A hint flashed through my mind.

But Lin Fan didn't care, but got up and looked at the bright moon outside the window, with his hands behind his back, and a touch of melancholy on his face.

He spoke lightly.

"When is the bright moon? I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. ”

"I want to go back by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, the height is unbearable, and I dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world. ”

"Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, why should I say goodbye?"

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

With memory, the water tune song head is vividly recited.

Lin Fan's eyes always looked at the bright bright moon outside the window, his long black hair was scattered in the slight night breeze, his posture was dusty and upright, and his aura was extraordinary.

It was as if he was the one who was about to return with the wind.

The one who is cold in the high places is also him.

The Pavilion fell silent.

The moonlight outside the window is like water, reflecting the tall figure by the window.

He was eye-catching.

It seems lonely again.

There was also a faint sigh.

It seems to be lamenting that he is too cold to be high.

How lonely it is to be invincible.

"When. ”

After listening to Lin Fan's poem, Meng Wei was stunned, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

ps: When I wrote this chapter, I deliberately listened to Faye Wong's water tune song, and I was addicted to it for a while, and I listened to it back and forth many times, I couldn't stop it, and if you are interested, you can listen to it.

Ask for a recommendation ticket~