The drizzle outside the pavilion was still pouring out, beating the branches and leaves of the plum trees, echoing the sound of frogs in the wilderness.

In the gazebo, Jiang Sinan, who landed smoothly, pulled the corners of his forehead, shook his head back, and put on a posture that he thought was extremely chic.

He twisted his head to one side and saw the rain outside the gazebo, the slightly yellowed plums.

Plus the sound of rain from the breeze, the sound of frogs, and the crackling of leaves.

Jiang Sinan dug out an almost well-known verse from his mind as if he was racking his brains.

As soon as the sword eyebrows were raised, the corners of his mouth were hooked, and he shook his head and began to chant:

"Ah~ ...... rain during the Qingming Festival"

Jiang Sinan's head was halfway shaken, and he suddenly found that something seemed to be wrong, the word "rain" seemed to be cut off, and the voice suddenly fell, just for a moment, it was as small as a mosquito and a fly.

But it was only a little bit, Jiang Sinan said "ah no" without panting and blushing, and then continued the words.

"Ah no, it rains in the Huangmei season, and the grass pond is full of frogs, what a far-reaching artistic conception!"

I saw that Jia Xianren, who had just gotten up next to him and was rubbing his buttocks, looked sluggish.

Jiang Sinan's sword eyebrows jumped without a trace, and he was a little more vigilant in his heart.

Just when he had just "flourished in poetry" and improvised a sentence that was already popular, his spiritual sense quietly spread out, and everything in the pavilion was "under his eyes".

The strong man in the green shirt, the wooden chessboard, only one black chess piece pinched by the man's fingertips, the wine jar that covered the small half of the gazebo, and the candle that had "grown" a series of "lanterns".

However, when his spiritual consciousness spread outside the pavilion, it was as if it was blocked by an invisible wall, and he could not move forward even a little bit.

It's weird.

However, although Jiang Sinan became more and more vigilant in his heart, there was no show on his face.

I saw that his head turned again, and "coincidentally" saw that the man in the Confucian shirt who had stopped his movements, looked at the two of them with a confused face at first, and suddenly looked at Jiang Sinan in surprise after hearing the verse.

Then Jiang Sinan's eyes lit up, and he trotted to the stone table, and said with surprise on his face:

"Yikes! Sir so elegant! Sitting alone on a rainy night is really a national warrior! ”

After hearing that the well-dressed young man was so "on the road", the big man who was very useful smiled slightly, and wanted to beckon the good young man to sit down.

Since that dog day is not coming, then don't blame Lao Tzu for drinking with others!

And with whom is it not to drink?

However, to the surprise of the big man, the young man who trotted to his table seemed to have just seen the wine jar and the empty wine jar slowly placed on the ground behind him, and he was stunned for a moment, and his lips began to tremble slightly.

Kindness? Is it a waste that can't be drunk?

The big man's heart sank slightly, and he felt a little disappointed, as if the young man who was extremely pleasing to the eye was suddenly not so pleasing to the eye.

Then he heard the young man say in a trembling voice:

"These ...... Empty jars...... Can...... Is Mr. Drinking...... Target......? ”

The man closed his eyes, was extremely disappointed, and said impatiently:

"It's not Lao Tzu who drank it, but it could be a ghost drink?!"

Then, he saw the young man's eyes burst out with an incomparably dazzling light.

The young man hugged a circle in front of him with both hands, and then he "carried" out of a large vat out of nowhere.

There was a square on the top of the jar with a red background and a large word "wine" written on it in wild cursion.

The big man, who claimed to have "seen countless winds and waves", was stunned for the young man's actions, and his bearded chin fell slightly, revealing pink lips from his beard.

What's so ......

Then I saw the young man "Wow" and punched the wine away...... The mud seal of the cylinder, and then the hands were pressed virtually, and he pressed down from the top of his head to the dantian, and let out a long breath.

Said:

"The younger brother does it first as respect, and the eldest brother is free."

As he spoke, he didn't know where he got a big wine vat that was exactly the same, and he threw it to the big man with one hand, as if he wasn't worried at all that the big man would just give him a wine vat and smash him to death.

Looking at the big wine vat that smashed straight at him, the big man's eyelids jumped wildly, and he suddenly bounced up from the stone bench, kicked the back vein, and pulled out a lunge, his hands were round like holding the moon.

After hugging the ridiculously large wine vat, he bent his elbows, and took several steps back to stabilize his body.

But even so, he still slammed the big wine vat in the chest, and his face flushed slightly.

Fortunately, Lao Tzu has practiced the boy's skills, otherwise he would have to vomit blood to Lao Tzu this time.

After muttering a sentence with some happiness in his heart, the big man looked at the young man who was a little unclear-headed.

Is this kid sick in the brain?!

Then he saw the young man with a solemn expression, nodded his head at him, and then picked up the wine vat, raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

I did it, you feel free.

The man who can be regarded as a drunkard is directly dumbfounded.

Lao Tzu has drunk wine all his life, and it's the first time his mother has seen someone drink like this!

Then the big man was a little embarrassed, looked at the big wine vat he was holding in his arms, and swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

What the fuck is this...... It's a bit big......

He looked at the big wine vat and thought that it was better not to engage in the "battle of wills" on the wine table, which did not mean anything.

Winning such a junior young man is not a martial victory!

Then when he looked at the young man again, he saw him holding the wine jar with one hand and giving himself a thumbs up with the other.

He couldn't hold it back.

I saw that the big man's muscles and muscles bulged all of a sudden, and he also followed the example of the young man, punched the mud seal, picked up the wine vat and poured it into his mouth.

Damn, Lao Tzu has been crisscrossing the wine field for decades, and he has never lost people or lost battles!

Can I stand your bird's anger?!

……

On the side of a big river, a Confucian scholar with a rich and noble body, wearing a domineering official uniform, stopped on the bank of the river.

When he sighed "The spring breeze and the south bank of the green river", the young man behind him who also stopped for a long time replied innocently, "Who is the south bank of the river?" "After.

The young man who was nine feet long, but was covered in tendon flesh, was instantly crossed by two ghostly rays of light.

In an instant, it turned into four pieces of flesh, and fell to the ground softly.

The ground was full of red flowers and white, and the rich Confucian scholar looked indifferent, turned around and stepped on a piece of meat that had fallen to his feet.

"Reckless."

Two rays of light, one from the young man's chest, the other from the young man's leg.

So speaking of which, it should actually be five pieces of meat.

And the smallest piece had just been crushed by the Confucian man.

"When will the bright moon shine on me?"

The Confucian man turned to face the river rolling eastward, and spoke slowly.

He sighed.

A gust of wind blew, and the blur of flesh and blood in that place slowly dissipated, turning into nothingness.

In the secret realm, there is never a shortage of killing opportunities.