World Tibet Bureau

Chapter 1039
I replied: "I am a guest. I am just making suggestions. I also ask the Taoist priest to come up with poem titles and rules."

Outwardly polite.

The actual meaning is that no matter what question you ask, my buddy can answer it. He is not deliberately trying to take advantage of you by being prepared.

Mo Feizi said: "Wonderful! My brother is so humble!"

"I think the main line is the presence or absence of things in the observation. The two people connect the poems before and after. The competition lasts for 3 minutes. If anyone gets stuck for more than three seconds in the middle, the loser will be considered the loser. The loser will drink as many bowls as the number of sentences in the previous poems. Wine, how about it?”

What the hell!

I just pretended to be better than I was!
When Mo Feizi saw how arrogant I was, he made an even more arrogant rule!

For example, if the two of us write poems one after another, if everything goes smoothly, no one will get stuck within 3 minutes, and neither of us will need to drink.But if during the three-minute poem-receiving process, one person suddenly gets stuck for more than three seconds and the game stops, the person who gets stuck will have to drink as many bowls of wine as the two previous people have said in total.

Sudden death play in football.

3 minute is short.

But according to the rhythm of no more than three seconds to follow one sentence, it is enough to connect hundreds of poems.

If you lose, you will definitely drink yourself to death!

The muscles on my face were twitching and my liver was trembling.

I dug a big hole for myself to jump into!
When Mo Feizi saw this, he had a slightly embarrassed smile on his face: "Brother, do you think there is something wrong with this rule?"

Lu Cenyin said: "Taoist Priest, this is too much fun..."

Mo Feizi said: "Brother, why don't we listen to your girlfriend's opinion and we won't play?"

This is really pointing at me!

Before I drank, I just said I wouldn’t let women mix with me!

I bite the bullet and reply: "This rule suits me very well!"

Mo Feizi no longer gave Lu Chenyin a chance to stop him, and said with a smile: "Okay! The first line of the poem, Pindao Chengrang came first!"

He turned his head and looked at the dark night outside the door, stroked his beard, shook his head and spoke the first sentence.

"There is no master in contemplation."

"There is a prophet hidden in the beam!"

"The guest has arrived and the host has not said a word."

"The Lord welcomes a pool of wine and meat!"

"A humble house is rarely beautiful."

"There are many wise words hanging on the wall!"

"..."

Maybe it was the effect of alcohol, or maybe it was the strong desire to survive. At that moment, I was so thoughtful that I showed a strong will to fight. One sentence after another, I spoke to the past without any lag.

After a dozen sentences.

Mo Feizi was obviously a little panicked. He became cautious in his sentences and slowed down, but he still got stuck on three wonderful things.

Lu Senyin was so nervous that sweat broke out on his forehead.

When it comes to the sixth sentence of No. 20.

Mo Feizi is completely stuck!

His face was so red that he couldn't form the last sentence.

This pair of poems seems easy, but because the preceding and following sentences have to be connected according to the presence or absence of the things in the contemplation, in fact, by this time, there is no more available contemplation material.

It depends on whose bad luck breaks first.

Unfortunately.

Mo Feizi collapsed first!

Lu Cenyin said: "Taoist Master, the time has come."

I quickly smiled and said, "It's just a game. Taoist priest, please don't take it seriously. How can a person drink 26 bowls of wine in one go? That's all. That's it for tonight. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

After speaking.

I got up from the ground.

Mo Feizi said: "Brother, wait a minute!"

Since then.

He looked at me and started to laugh: "How happy! I have been a drunkard for decades, but I have never been as happy as I am today!"

Immediately afterwards.Mo Feizi raised the wine vat with one hand and said, "For a poor man, a mouthful is a bowl of wine, so I have to count it carefully!"

With his amazing arm strength, he picked up the wine jar and began to drink guzzlingly from the wine jar. One gulp was indeed enough to fill a bowl.

After a while.

I said: "Taoist Master, that's enough!"

Mo Feizi didn't stop, took several more sips, and put down the wine jar.

His beard and robe were all soaked, and with scarlet eyes, he suddenly pulled out the mahogany sword from his waist. His body was like a willow swinging in the wind, and he quickly held a few beautiful sword flowers in his hand. He looked up to the sky and laughed: "A A poem, a fight of wine, a long song, a sword to the end of the world, hahaha..."

"Who can take my sword!"

"Puff" sound.

Mo Feizi fell to the ground.

not moving at all.

Lu Cenyin and I hurried over and felt his breath. Fortunately, he just passed out from drunkenness.

Lu Cenyin asked: "What should we do now?"

I replied: "At least he won't run away these two days... ugh..."

I felt like my stomach was churning, and I couldn't bear it any longer. I turned around and ran outside, facing the cliff outside and started vomiting.

Lu Cenyin quickly came out and patted me on the back.

I vomited for a while.

I had just regained my composure, but I was extremely dizzy, the soles of my feet felt light, and I felt like the whole world was a ghost.

After entering the temple.

Lu Cenyin found a broken wooden board and asked me to lie down and rest.

I closed my eyes and became unconscious.

Woke up the next day.

When I saw Mo Feizi still lying on the ground, I was frightened. I wondered if this guy would drink to death?

Hurry over and have a look.

It was found that his breathing and pulse were all normal, but he was smelling of alcohol, which would have killed him.

at this time.

Lu Cenyin came in from outside. She went out to fill the mountain spring water, and also found some rice behind the altar, and was going to use a broken pot to cook porridge for us.

I asked: "He's so drunk...should I carry him down the mountain to the hospital?"

Lu Cenyin replied: "I don't think so... I saw him having paused breathing last night, so I woke him up quickly to ask him if he was okay. But when he woke up, he took a sip of wine and told him to revive his soul. But, after drinking, he died of drunkenness."

After we ate the porridge, we had to wait in the Taoist temple for Mo Feizi to wake up.

Nothing during the day.

The two of us were not idle and began to look for the small red squares hanging on the wall one by one.

But there are too many of these horoscopes, and they have no rules at all. Many of them are rotten and missing. We searched for a whole day but found nothing.

en route.

Mo Feizi woke up twice.

Every time, he would take a sip of wine and say, "Brother, I need a sip of the Resurrection Wine."

After finishing speaking, he fainted again.

It wasn't until about eleven o'clock in the evening.

This guy still has no symptoms of waking up.

We had to rest against the wall first.

I slept until about three o'clock in the middle of the night.

I felt the sound inside the watch and opened my eyes.

Turning around to look at where Mo Feizi was sleeping.

It was empty there.

People are gone!

(End of this chapter)