On the first day of November, the Taibai Sword Sect's five-year book exhibition officially began. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The so-called drying of books is about June and July, and the reason why the Taibai Sword Sect chose to hold a book drying meeting in November is of course not really for the so-called drying of books, but because every five years, at the end of October and November, all the nineteen springs of Tianjiu Spring in Tianmu Mountain will begin to erupt, which is a strange wine brewed by heaven and earth, which cannot be stored at all, and can only be enjoyed within three days after squirting, which has the effect of refining true qi and improving physical fitness. After three days, the unfinished drink will turn into a sweet spring, which has nothing special except that it is clearer than the ordinary spring water.

Therefore, the Taibai Sword Sect will always invite people in the martial arts who have made good friends to go up the mountain together, share wine by the Jiuquan that day, and exchange poetry and martial arts at the same time.

With Wang Wu, he went to the cup of wine peak in Tianmu Mountain, only to see that the mountain was like jade, like a big wine cup upside down on the earth, and 19 Tianjiu Springs, on the base of the 'wine glass' upside down, spread all over the Quartet.

The jade-colored circular square is crisscrossed by hundreds of tiny springs, the water of which is clear but exudes an attractive aroma of wine. As the spring water spilled from the edge of the cliff and turned into a drizzle in the wind, the aroma of the wine spread to the entire Tianmu Mountain with the cup of wine peak as the center.

Beside the streams, large and small, there are tables, and next to each table are futons woven with golden miscanthus.

Fruits and snacks are sent from the spring to all directions along with the flow of the spring.

The flowing water also has a unique flavor.

Wang Wu found a place close to the spring and beckoned Gu Chuanxia and the others to sit down, and the other people who came were naturally the poet king albino dragon and the wine demon Bei Qianqiu.

Among these two, the poet King Albino Dragon is not a warrior, but with arrogance, he looks at people with his nostrils, as if no one can get him to look up. The wine devil Bei Qianqiu has fallen into a state of obsession here, constantly circling around the spring that is spewing wine, is it not with the verdant jade water scoop scoop up a scoop of wine, directly gurgling to dry, eyes bright.

Gu Chuanxia also tasted the so-called heavenly wine of Tianjiuquan, the entrance of this wine is very light, only a trace of wine, but it has a different sweetness, and there is no trace of miscellaneous taste. This is also the uniqueness of heaven and earth winemaking, no matter how good the wine is, the trace of miscellaneous taste brewed after tomorrow cannot be completely eliminated, and can only be constantly covered and weakened.

As for the effect of refining true qi and improving physical fitness, Gu Chuanxia didn't feel it. The first is that the strength contained in a mere sip of wine is too weak, and the second is also because the quality of Gu Chuanxia's true qi is not only unusually high, but also the physical body has undergone the transformation of birth, old age, sickness and death, beyond the ordinary, although the wine spring is wonderful, it is ineffective for him.

Although it is useless to him, for most people in the rivers and lakes, this is already a rare opportunity. Many low-level disciples of the Taibai Sword Sect and some low-level foreign martial artists who came in with their connections all let go of their reserve at this moment, scooped the wine in the wine spring with a jade spoon, and kept swallowing it into their stomachs until their abdomen was high and they couldn't drink it anymore.

In the middle of the sun, the mist of Jiuquan on the top of the shining cup of wine is steaming, and the weather in November has a flying snow.

The core figures of the Taibai Sword Sect arrived one after another, and in the end, the head of the Taibai Sword Sect who looked like an old man came in white clothes and white hair but had no beard.

The head of the Taibai Sword Sect, the master of the road to breaking his life, is precisely because his road to breaking his life is about to come to an end, if he doesn't break his life, he will fall into ashes, and this book meeting will be particularly crucial.

Regardless of whether he succeeded in breaking his life or not, it was impossible for him to continue to be the head of the Taibai Sword Sect.

"All of you, all of you fellow martial artists, on your trip to Xiahe, I hereby announce that the five-year book drying meeting of my Taibai Sword Sect has officially begun. The first is to fight poetry, if you have a good sentence, then although the Tao comes, with poetry and wine, it is wonderful. ”

He Zhixing's words undoubtedly officially opened the battle between the three elders of poetry, wine, and sword.

Among the three elders, the one who received the most support was not the sword-wielding elder She Bao, nor the boiling elder Wang Wu. is Lu Wei, who is an elder in poetry, not only is this person very good at learning, but also much better than that She Bao.

This is especially important to be good-looking. The Taibai Sword Sect prides itself on being an elegant faction, and if an ugly monster becomes the leader, it will inevitably affect the style of the sect somewhat. What's more, She Bao is ugly, his temperament is not good, and he has no room to make up for it.

Having said so much, the point is that Wang Wu's real competitor is not that She Bao, but this Lu Bao.

"Since you don't say it first, then let's throw bricks and lead the jade!" A scribe behind Lu Wei stood up, holding a wine glass in his hand, and walked back and forth five steps, and then slowly chanted: "The stars shine on the wine spring, and the ground turns into a wine glass." Thousands of glasses of wine, long stay at the winemaking platform. ”

This poem is also decent, without any characteristics, and it is really not a good word, but it is an introduction, and then it leads to many poems, which also have a lot of good sentences.

After five rounds, the next thing is basically to discuss poetry, boil wine, and hold swords, among which the elder side of the poetry has the upper hand, and Wang Wu and the poetry king Albino Long, who are suppressed by several people, are out of breath.

Albino Dragon is known as the King of Poetry, but in the ancient legend, this name should be blown out by himself, although the real level is also good, but it is never worthy of the title of King of Poetry.

"The white jade is ten thousand feet high, and the nineteen stars are sprinkled with wine springs. Seeing that the situation was right, Lu Yi held a wine glass, chased and beat fiercely, and exhaled his true anger, but turned the poem he chanted into words, and flew in the void, showing it back and forth.

"There have been many high rollers throughout the ages, and it is possible that one day the eyes fly to the immortals. ”

After saying that, Lu Yan turned to the head of the sect and said: "The head of the sect is about to break his life and transform into a mortal, compared to mortals such as me, he will undoubtedly turn into a flying immortal." Congratulations!"

Disciples from all directions with bright eyes shouted along, "Congratulations to the master." ”

Although he was not so sure that his life would be broken, He Zhixing was overjoyed when he heard this, and said with a wine glass: "Thank you, Elder Lunshi! There is wine today and drunk today, no matter whether tomorrow is to break your life and enjoy longevity, or to disappear without a trace. ”

"The head of the Ji family is natural, and he can naturally break his life. Brother Wang, as the head disciple, don't you have anything to say about the Elder Boiling Wine?" As soon as the words changed, Lu Yan made a move aimed directly at Wang Wu.

Wang Wu moved his gaze to the albino dragon, who had already prepared and was about to speak, but saw a person beside Lu Yan: "Albino dragon!

Lu Wei nodded and said, "Yes! If it is a poem, it is still a filial piety to do it yourself." Even if it's a little worse, the friendship can't be faked. ”

All around was the sound of disciples chanting 'exactly'.

He Zhixing's face was slightly gloomy, he had not abdicated now, and he was still sitting in the position of the head. Most of these disciples had already taken refuge in Lu Yan, how could he feel comfortable in his heart?

(To be continued.) )