"I...I don't need it. We must at least ensure that one person is awake, otherwise something will happen. So I'll come here first today. Meng Xuejun will rest first. What will we do tomorrow? I'll go to the sword test platform to see how their challenges are. I haven't come down these days." I smiled bitterly, Meng Xuejun is drunk.
As a result, Meng Xuejun waved her sleeves and a loud bang, and the cave door suddenly fell down, completely isolating the place.
"If you don't...if you finish compiling these nine songs, you'd like to leave?" Meng Xuejun stared at me. This drunken state made me laugh: "Meng Xuejun, even if I drink some wine, I may not be able to really compose the song..."
"You drink it, how can you know if you don't try it..." Meng Xuejun stood up and wanted to hand the wine to me. Seeing her shaking, I was afraid that her drunkenness would surge, so I hurried over and support her and said, "Okay, okay. I drink, you don't have to stand up."
Meng Xuejun snorted and sat back again. I could only take the wine glass, then took a small sip to taste it, but found that the wine had been aged for many years. Although it was sweet, it could not be concealed by the bitterness, and the taste was complicated.
However, this wine can indeed nourish the veins. Not only does it make my whole body feel like it is bathed in the sun, but the intensity of the veins has increased a lot. This is just one sip. If you drink two cups, it will be difficult for me to grow up without growing my cultivation.
I don’t know what the situation is in this perjury of Taoism, but since the veins already exist here, the impact I feel certainly exists. I’m afraid this is an opportunity for my nine veins to impact the Dao Tribulation Realm, so I simply drank a whole cup.
As the wine flowed through the veins, I felt a hint of warmth all over my body. It seemed that this aging indeed has the effect of promoting the growth of the veins: "I have been aging for a long time, I wonder how long it has been?"
"I...how do I remember... this should be the first batch of Sword King put in... Uh." Meng Xuejun couldn't help but cover her mouth and burp. It seemed that she was really at the top.
"I don't have a good wine, Meng Xuejun, I'll send you back to rest. It's not too late for us to make a recipe tomorrow." I felt a little inappropriate. This wine cannot be drunk like this. She is not good at drinking and is completely dependent on the meridians. But fairy wine will not be drunk because you deliberately relieve it. In the end, it will affect the nerves and veins that consider things, and then I will be confused.
"No...didn't you drink some? Just try some more... I don't believe it, I can't make it..." Meng Xuejun poured another cup and pushed it in front of me.
I thought about it and found that if you drink too much, you will inevitably get drunk if you don’t drink enough. Of course, this kind of alcoholic epilepsy will also vary from person to person. Some people become talkative, while others are long-winded, and some are like Sword Master, who are more calm and normal. Of course, looking at Meng Xuejun, it is probably the former. So the only solution at this time is to let her drink more. As long as she reaches the level of sleep, the matter will be over.
"I can drink it, how about you drink with me?" I took the wine glass with a smile, poured her a glass, and then touched the glass lightly.
Meng Xuejun smiled after drinking on her face and said, "Little guy, do you really think I can't...drinke?"
"Go away?" I looked provocative, Meng Xuejun snorted, then drank the wine, and then pushed me to pour the second glass of wine into my throat: "Another glass! I have drunk so much... Whenever I arrive, I need to punish myself for three glasses of wine..."
I smiled. Even if I drink three cups now, I will make a profit, so I drank the third cup. Then I lie to her to drink more.
As a result, I got into the third cup and with a bang, Meng Xuejun lay on the strings.
I shook my head and smiled, preparing to help her get up. I took her to Xiaozhu's boudoir to rest, but I was about to help her up. A thud sound came from the cubicle. She seemed not drunk, and she lay on the zither and started playing around.
"You...go to dance with swords? I just want to... play for a while..." Meng Xuejun said quietly, then raised her head, with a hint of softness in her sleepy eyes, which made me stunned.
Not to mention her coldness, she is indeed a different person at this moment. Even if a man with a heart that is as tender as a little woman, he would not be able to refuse her if he saw it.
And she never did this at all. I didn’t even think that she would beg for someone at all. So it’s rare that she would beg for someone. I could only nod and stood up and said, “If you want to persist, then play one more song, but if you are tired, you can stop at any time…”
Meng Xuejun looked at me and smiled, singing in a cappella like a whisper: "The flowers bloom on the stone beside the small building, I have been separated from you for a few days and nights..."
"Are you drunk too much?" I laughed in my heart and could only lift the sword and return to the place where the sword dance was dancing, and it also resonated with her tune. When my flute sounded, Meng Xuejun seemed to look back suddenly, and the sound of the piano and my flute sound blended together.
I don’t know if it was after exercise that the alcohol in my body evaporated. This time, when facing Meng Xuejun, I was almost persistent, with the sound of the piano and singing of endless love words, I suddenly felt like I had no grudges and accepted it all.
I don't know who she is going to turn me into or think of who she is. At least now I feel that this sword is singing and dancing happily. And when I closed my eyes and danced with the sword intent, I suddenly seemed to return to a familiar place.
The blurry and intoxicating sound of the piano, the holiness of the white snow in the mountains, and the pleasure of the wind passing by the face made me intoxicated for a while. In order to arouse more resonance, I also learned everything I could to perfectly present this sword technique.
At this time, our piano and sword no longer have any stagnation or hesitation. She showed off her piano skills with great mercy. I danced the sword to the extreme without mercy. For a moment, the two sounds were intoxicated. It was perfect!
When the eighth song fell, I still couldn't let go of it for a long time. This slightly drunk but confused feeling really made me unable to stop, let alone Meng Xuejun who was drunk.
It was not until my shoulders fell that I realized that Meng Xuejun's hand was already on my shoulders, and the other hand was holding a small pot of wine and putting it on my lips: "Why are you closing your eyes... Why do you dance so well in your sword... Do you also have... A lovesickness, but can you paint white snow for me all day long..."
"I won't drink anymore, Meng Xuejun, I'm afraid you've thought it wrong. I'm not the person you think of." I took the wine with a wry smile, but didn't plan to drink it.
Chapter completed!