Jun Changxiao's calligraphy is good, but his poems and songs lack a lot of flair.
However, this did not prevent him from competing with Xing Yunzi in writing, because when he stood up, jumped up, and waved ink gracefully, various selections of ancient poems appeared in the sea of consciousness like a barrage!
Gou Sheng is really not fighting alone!
He paints the floating dust with a brush, depicts the world with dots.
Thousands of poems, thousands of wines and sorrows, how many times have I set my sights on the princes.
The previous sentence fully expresses Xing Yunzi's power to swallow up mountains and rivers, even putting himself at the top, painting all living beings with his brush strokes, and palming the universe with ink.
Jun Changxiao selected a section from "Partridge Sky and Xidu" by Zhu Dunru, a poet of the Northern Song Dynasty, which shows a wild and unrestrained style.
"Wonderful!"
"Wonderful!"
After Xing Yunzi tasted it carefully, he said with shame: "I am not as high as my little friend!"
Poetry can describe a person's state of mind. For example, in the two paragraphs he wrote, he regards himself as a king, reaching the top and standing proud of the others.
On the other hand, Jun Changxiao's writings represent detachment and freedom, even ignoring the earthly dignitaries and only seeking to obey one's heart.
"I am still infatuated with the world, but my little friend has transcended the world. I am ashamed of my state of mind." Xing Yunzi staggered his body and waved: "Please!"
Jun Changxiao secretly said: "Does this mean we win?"
It's a bit surprising to make the main criminal of the fourth hell admit defeat by just copying the poems of his ancestors.
"Concession!"
Jun Changxiao handed over his hands in a graceful manner, and then walked towards the teleportation array leading to the fifth level of hell.
It would be great if the subsequent boss battles were all about civil fights instead of physical fights.
"You are thinking too much."
System said: "There are very few strong people who enter Taoism through literature."
Just when Jun Changxiao came to the teleportation array, Xing Yunzi still stood there, carefully evaluating every word and every stroke written on the rice paper, sometimes falling into thinking, sometimes seeming to realize.
…
Five levels of hell.
Jun Changxiao walked out of the flashing formation.
It’s no different from the previous times. A large number of prisoners have come to ‘welcome’ them. Although some of them are not too high-level, their overall strength is obviously stronger than the previous levels.
"Boy."
At the very back of the prisoner, a middle-aged man with his upper body exposed was lying on the ground, grinning and saying, "Are you coming down to have a drink with me?"
There were many empty wine jars beside him, and his whole face was red, which showed that he had drank a lot, and even spoke with a bald mouth.
and.
Jun Changxiao noticed that the prisoners surrounding him smelled strongly of alcohol, and some were staggering and could hardly stand, so he muttered to himself: "How many dishes are there, so drunk?"
"Give you two choices."
The middle-aged man let out a wine belch, stretched out three fingers and said: "Either you have a drink with me, or you kneel down and call me."
Jun Changxiao asked: "How to fight wine?"
"brush!"
Forty jars of unopened wine flew in and were arranged neatly.
The middle-aged man flew over, then lay down on it, supporting his head with one hand, and said with a smile: "You and I are half of each other. Whoever can still stand after drinking will win."
"..."
Jun Changxiao murmured in his heart: "This is to use wine instead of force. I would have known if I had brought A Niu here."
I'm afraid Gou Sheng doesn't know that in the Eternal Sect, Li Qingyang and others are looking for Ye Xingchen in Manzong, because the latter drank several bowls of it in one go.
"Ah!"
In the Spirit Beast Peak, the roar of the Purple Demon King was heard, and then Pei A Niu, who was drunk to the point of unconsciousness, was seen being thrown down.
"What's the benefit of winning?" Jun Changxiao asked.
The middle-aged man said: "Since you dare to go from the fourth level of hell to the fifth level of hell, it shows that you are very confident in your strength. If you defeat me, I will recognize you as the boss."
Jun Chang smiled and his eyes lit up.
First it was a stroke of arms instead of force, and now it is wine instead of force. There is no need to fight at all, so you can preserve your spiritual energy well to deal with the subsequent prison BOSS!
"certainly."
The middle-aged man yawned, pointed at the prisoners huddled in the dark, and said: "If you lose, you will be like him and become my exclusive punching bag."
Jun Changxiao's spiritual thoughts filled the air and found that the man's strength was not bad, but his body and face were bruised and purple. It seemed that he was bullied frequently.
"good."
Gou Sheng said: "Let's fight for wine!"
Although Jun Changxiao is not particularly good at drinking, if he uses his spiritual power to force the alcohol out of his body, he can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!
…
In the central area of the fifth level of hell, there is a large round table. Not only are dozens of jars of wine placed on it, but there are also many below.
Jun Changxiao and the middle-aged man were sitting in the east and west directions respectively, a few meters apart from each other.
Thousands of prisoners surrounded the area, apparently intending to become a crowd-pleaser.
"I said..."
Jun Chang smiled and said speechlessly: "At least come and have a plate of peanuts!"
The middle-aged man said: "A true master of winemaking does not need food to accompany the wine."
"..."
Jun Chang was convinced with a smile.
"Boy."
The middle-aged man pushed a jar of wine over and said, "I allow you to force the wine out of your body. If you can still stand up after drinking it, you win!"
Jun Changxiao said to himself: "This wine is by no means simple!"
"Little friend..." Suddenly, a sound transmission technique sounded in my ears: "The wine in front of you is called Drunk Immortal Wine. Once you drink it, you cannot force it out!"
Jun Chang smiled with an expressionless face, but in fact he knew that the person speaking was the poor guy huddled in the dark.
"Can't force it out?"
Gou Sheng thought to himself: "No wonder you are so confident."
"Crack!"
While speaking, he patted the mud seal open.
The rich aroma of the wine immediately spread out. Jun Changxiao took a sip and praised: "Good wine!"
"Hahaha!"
The middle-aged man laughed and said, "It seems we are of the same mind!"
"I did it first!"
Jun Changxiao stood up first, grabbed the mouth of the wine with one hand, and raised it high, and the wine immediately flowed out like a waterfall.
The middle-aged man was a little confused.
The prisoners in the distance were also dumbfounded.
Even the immortals couldn't hold the wine, but he actually lifted it up to drink. Aren't you afraid that he would get drunk in an instant and then lie on the ground like mud?
"Still too young!"
"If he knew how powerful the boss's Drunken Immortal Wine was, he would never drink it so unscrupulously."
"No, I can't stand the smell of this wine!"
The main criminal in the fifth hell likes drinking very much, and he likes to drink with others, so over time, all other prisoners become drunkards.
"Gudu, Gudu!"
Jun Changxiao was still drinking with his head raised. After the wine entered the body, it spread immediately, then merged into the blood and meridians, and launched an impact on the sea of thinking and consciousness!
"Crack!"
The middle-aged man did not want to be outdone, so he knocked off the seal of the wine jar next to him, then raised it and drank.
"Grrrrrrrr!"
"Grrrrrrrr!"
The two of them were standing, one foot on each other's chairs, drinking frantically.
"Crack!"
Jun Changxiao drank one jar of wine first, then skillfully opened the other jar and raised it again to drink.
The prisoners opened their mouths.
He doesn't change his expression after drinking a jar of Drunken Immortal Wine. This guy has a good drinker!
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
Jun Changxiao drank up a jar of Drunk Immortal Wine one after another without any pause during the whole process, not even belching.
"Bang!"
After some time passed, Gou Sheng smashed the empty wine jar on the table, wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "I've finished drinking."
In front of and behind him, nineteen empty wine jars are arranged randomly!
"..."
The middle-aged man put down the half-drunk jar of wine with an interesting expression on his face. After all, the guy drank twenty jars and he only drank ten jars. Judging from the speed alone, he was already inferior.
"Boy."
He grinned and said, "It's not enough to just drink it, you also have to be able to stand."
"no problem."
Jun Changxiao hugged his hands together.
From his face and tone of voice, he couldn't tell that he was drinking.
The middle-aged man couldn't help but murmur in his heart: "Could it be that... he can dissolve the drunken immortal wine that entered his body?"