"Oh - good wine!" Zhi Zheng praised from the bottom of his heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoOriginally, he didn't pick much, but since Dan Lao gave him a jade gourd, his taste has risen, and ordinary drinks are no longer in the eyes of the law.

It's a good mouth, and the aftertaste slowly springs up, mellow and viscous. This golden liquid is the expression of the original liquor, and without any blending, the degree is naturally much higher.

The young man showed his robe, waved his hand and motioned for all the beauties to flash out of a seat, leaving the great monk behind.

Zhizheng is not polite, let alone suspicious, and sits in the midst of the warbler and swallow, like a gorilla entering a peacock's nest. He filled a bowl for himself, put down the green altar, and said with a stroke, "I said, why can you take out your private wine to drink, but not mine?"

The young man lifted his single eyelid and said with a smug smile, "Although this wine is private, it is brewed here. Buried in the sand in the backyard for three years in advance, the koji came out of the store, and my exclusive recipe was added before sealing. It's hard to buy a thousand dollars, so I only give it to those who are destined-"

Buddhism stresses the law of fate, and the last sentence touched the great monk. "Well, wonderful! It's rare to have a confidant, you and I have a good drink!" didn't wait for the other party to pour the wine, and went to pick the mouth of the altar again-

The orchids were reluctant, and one of the girls who spoke Tang Yan coarsely pressed his big hand, "Hey-Qinglian said, this jar is the last stock, you have drunk it, what shall we drink?"

The great monk was stunned for a moment, scratched his head vigorously, and then smiled, "Oh, it turned out to be Qinglian's junior brother." The poor monk's law is called 'Zhizheng', these two words are so serious, naturally you will not suffer. Nai once again took out the mutton fat jade gourd from his bosom, "Look, I also have a baby......

Not far behind them, Dr. Wine was staring at them. The "little brother Qinglian" first stroked his palm, and then shook his eyes at Dr. Jiu, "It's okay, my friends are just drinking, and I won't break the rules." ”

The wine doctor snorted, "But the boss ...... him"

"Huh-go and tell her, my Qinglian has nothing else, I can give a poem on the wall. With the name of my wine, it will surely attract many guests!"

Dr. Jiu happily ran downstairs to report, as if he had picked up a big bargain.

Zhi Zheng glared at the bull's eye, "It turns out that the little brother is used to poetry, no wonder he provokes so many beauties to accompany him." As far as the poor monk knows, there are three weapons for flirting with girls in the world - showing off wealth, plastic surgery, and writing poetry. The first two are all vulgar, but only these three are indescribable, which can be called invincible holy weapons!"

Qinglian listened to his interesting words, and she was also interested, "I can understand 'flirting with girls', and 'showing off wealth' is also successful." But what does it mean to have a 'plastic surgery'?"

Zhi Zheng smirked, "That's the dialect of my hometown, and it specifically refers to some means that rely on surgery to improve appearance." ”

It's okay not to explain, but this explanation is even more confusing. More than a dozen orchids looked at each other, not knowing what he was grinning at. Qinglian also twisted her brain three times before squeezing out a drop of inspiration, "Oh? Could it be that you're talking about the art of disguise?"

Smack—the monk slapped his thigh!" Come on, come on, try my private wine first-"

Three tables are placed side by side, and the table is full of nearly twenty wine bowls. Zhizheng deliberately showed off, flipped the gourd over, and poured it one by one without hesitation, and the blue elixir was endless, and the thickness of each penny higher than the bowl mouth began to stop. This shows the viscosity of the wine.

It was a full seat, and his wrist was turned back - there was a sound inside, as if he still had half a gourd.

The fragrant fragrance spread unabashedly, and the noise of the whole restaurant stopped, only the sound of swallowing saliva came and went, from near and far wave after wave. Those high rollers, who were still under the drinking order just now, seemed to have been hit by a fixation spell, and they spread their fingers in the air, motionless, stunned and indulged in this inexplicable fragrance.

Qinglian was surprised, and she didn't ask much, she picked up the pottery bowl with her hand, brought it to her mouth and took a tentative sip, which seemed to be unbelievable, and then took another sip- A line of ecstasy fire went down the esophagus, and then quickly rebounded back from the epidermis, turning into a pale pink halo and gradually going up, until it surged down the neck, and then stopped.

"Oh-demon!" came from such a comment out of nowhere, Qinglian stared at the big bowl in her hand. His eyes were scorching, as if he had an enmity against the sky......

Zhizheng was still waiting for the explosion effect, but he didn't expect such a scene, so he asked the probe, "What's the matter?"

Qinglian suddenly raised her hand and drank all the wine in the bowl - "Hiss-ah-fairy!" This voice was clear and high-pitched, coming from the dantian, and could be heard from three streets away. The guests all turned their heads to look here, but they saw that the red and white dividing line on Qinglian's neck rose rapidly, and the blush instantly spread all over their cheeks.

He jumped up, about to knock down the roof, raised his arm and slapped himself on the high beam, bounced himself back to the ground, and landed in the middle of the restaurant—this was not enough, and then tore open his robe, revealing his red chest, and grabbed a handful, "The fire is burn......ing! My sword!"

A clever orchid had already picked up the sword case from his seat. Pull the three-foot Qingfeng out and throw it over. The green lotus was crazy, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and danced in the building.

This way of swordsmanship, I can't see the combination of Zhang Zhi, just blindly act rashly, Qingfeng wins the snow through the light and cold, and sprinkles pieces of sword shadows between the table and the drinkers. The body is a big leap, the limbs open and close very much, if it is used in actual combat, it can be said that the body is full of flaws. But the moves are all rushing, and I am afraid that it will be difficult for ordinary people to get back the lead.

Suddenly, with a bang, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and a phantom of a green lotus suddenly appeared--the whole building erupted in noisy applause! The Tang Dynasty was heroic in nature, and the border of the Western Regions was even more uninhibited. In the face of arrogant drunkards, everyone did not think they were angry, but they were very rewarded.

The sword-dancer did not stop, but kicked his feet, and the man flew out of the guardrail. The foot is incomparably fast, tossing and turning between the eaves of the street, dancing all the way out - under the moonlight, the sword light is sprinkled, and the green lotus blooms in turn, the front shadow is not finished, and the back shadow comes out again, it is really like a cyclamen, and the lotus is born step by step......

There are a large number of wine customers rushing to watch by the guardrail of the wine shop, far away, like the moon on the hook, suddenly a green shadow rises, accompanied by the clear roar in the sky, from far to near - he, dancing back!

When Qinglian entered through the window again, there was an uproar in the restaurant, with the surprise of new customers and the admiration of regular customers.

The young man did not give up, and threw his sword in his hand, straight into the wall. grabbed Zhi Zheng's shoulders and shook them vigorously, "Wonderful! Why is this wine? and why is it inexhaustible?"

Zhi Zheng laughed, this little brother's temperament is very much in line with him. Then he confessed, "This is given by the peerless power, the name of the wine is called 'will be exhausted', and the wine vessel is called 'do not stop', taking its meaning of 'will be exhausted', as long as the wine is prosperous, take it by yourself, and it will never be exhausted." He retold Dan Lao's words in full—he was so excited that he forgot for the time being the precept of "not shocking the world."

"It's going to be over, it's going to be over, it's going to be over, it's going to be over...... It's all about to stop!" Qinglian stretched out her hand, "Pen, pen...... My pen!"

It was still the orchid, who quickly picked up a pen case from between his seats, pulled out a still wet wolf from it, and threw it straight into the air—

That Qinglian was long, and he didn't look at the momentum, and accurately caught the pen, and the person had fallen in front of the white wall in the West Chamber. The true qi of the whole body was released, and with a bang, he threw off one sleeve of the Ge robe, half shirtless and half draped, like a Tibetan person.

The wolf was carried away by his right hand like a fly, flowing like a dragon and snake on the wall, and in an instant, a large character was sprinkled and waved. As soon as he threw the pen, he fell backwards - boom, lying on the floor, no more sound!

"Oh-" The exclamations of the whole building, no one cared about the content of the calligraphy for the time being, and they all got up to check Qinglian's life and death. This time it came down too suddenly, Rao is Danyuan and a group of masters were present, and no one came to help.

Dr. Jiu ran up, struggled to line up the crowd, glanced at the ground, and said in a loud voice, "Be quiet and quiet, don't panic - this is how the Qinglian monk is drunk and crazy, first dance the sword, then write poems, and finally lie down with a dead pig." Shh

When everyone heard this, the noise stopped, and sure enough, a uniform snoring sound came from the floor, and the breath was long and complete, and there was no big problem. The drinkers laughed one after another, and they all sighed that this Qinglian gentleman was born with a peerless good temperament, worthy of being a model for my generation!

Only then did Zhi Zheng squeeze in front of the wall, looking at the big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, he read, "Jun...... Monarch...... Jun ...... "This calligraphy is too freehand, and the monk is embarrassed."

There were already sour Confucian drinkers who couldn't see it, and they came out of the crowd - gently pushed away the stopping, and chanted:

"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.

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.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 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.

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.

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

"Whew-" The whole building sighed, and everyone got up and slapped their left chest with their right palms, bang, bang, bang, bang...... It's not applause, it's better than applause. This rhythm should beat with everyone's heart, and there is no more moving praise in the world.

This poem is the first time I have heard of it among the drunkards in the city that never sleeps. In the ears of everyone in Danyuan, it was as famous as thunder, and they were stunned one by one. Qinglian, a good Qinglian, a mother......

Dr. Jiu casually took a bowl of residue from the table next to him, took a big sip of it himself, did not swallow, puffed out his cheeks and sprayed it on the floor slab—poof!

"Hmm......" Qinglian turned over and sat up, wiping the wine foam on her face and shouting, "What pickled swill? Take 'will be exhausted'! Take 'don't stop'——"

Dr. Jiu gently helped him up, and prayed respectfully, "If you make a promise, you will write what you say, and the boss will be extremely happy......!" There are poems but no money, and there is no confidence in publicizing it, for fear that the people in the market will say that we are fake. ”

"Oh?" Qinglian regained seven points of consciousness, "It's so boring...... Okay, I'll give it to you...... Yo, the pen was lost, and the chapter was not brought...... I can't blame it. ”

Dr. Jiu bit his thin lip and looked at him with a "ghost letter" horizontal eye - you act, continue to act.

Qinglian instantly put away her arrogance, changed to a harmless laughing demeanor of humans and animals, and spread her hands, "It's really no ......"

Suddenly, another person walked out of the crowd of onlookers, it was the orchid who sent the sword and pen to cooperate with the inseparable, she held the three-foot Qingfeng pulled out of the wall at some point, lifted the leather robe, and stepped on the wine table next to her with a wheat-colored slender thigh.

Whoa-Hu Ji shook her wrist, and a sword mark was cut by Qing Feng at the base of her thigh, and beads of vermilion blood suddenly gushed out. She didn't speak, let alone close her legs, she only stared at Qinglian with brown eyes.

"Alas—good!" the poet really, and instantly understood its meaning. sighed and said, "The blood of a beautiful woman cannot be consumed in vain, and there is no reason to destroy the heavens!" Then he generously poked out his index finger, dipped his feet in red pulp at the root of his beautiful legs, stepped in front of the wall, and drew two seals at the end of the poem.

One side of the idle chapter said, "Will enter the wine".

One side is named "Li Bai."