infinite power system

Chapter 104 There was a young man who liked to drink

Tang Feng raised his eyebrows, his voice was lazy and sloppy, it didn't seem like he was here to assassinate him.

"Life, I'm as lonely as snow, I can't even plant an acre of vegetable garden quietly."

The person on the roof sighed faintly, and Tang Feng could imagine the helpless appearance of this person spreading his hands across the roof.

"interesting."

Tang Feng hooked the corners of his mouth, like a swimming dragon, he came to the roof in an instant.

Following the moonlight, he was able to see this strange young man clearly.

In his twenties, his eyebrows and eyes are pretty, but he is a little unkempt, his beard stubble is not cleaned, and he looks a little sloppy.

The man was half lying on the roof, holding a jug of wine in his hand, as if he didn't notice Tang Feng, he was still smacking his lips.

"Xinfeng wine fights for ten thousand. How many years have you been a ranger in Yunqin. I haven't tasted this Xinfeng wine before. I thought this poem was a bit exaggerated. Today, smelling the wine, I know that the ancients are sincere and I am not deceived."

Tang Feng sat down opposite the young man and smiled slightly.

The young man looked at Tang Feng twice with dim drunken eyes, and without speaking, he just handed the wine pot in his hand to Tang Feng.

"It is no different from the rumors, Xinfeng wine is clear and sweet."

Tang Feng raised his head and took a sip, then smiled and threw the jug back to the young man.

"There are two famous wines in Yunqin, Shuntian Xinfeng wine and Lianghuang Lubian wine. Xinfeng wine is sweet and mellow, and Lubian wine is spicy and spicy."

The young man took a big gulp of wine, smacked his lips, and said with a lot of meaning:

"Xinfeng wine is like that rare wild game. If you drink too much, you will get tired and panic, but it is not as refreshing as that side wine."

"Drink it down with a big sip of wine, and forget all the troubles and worries in the world of mortals. Only then can you live up to the four words of happy life."

Tang Feng chuckled, took out a small clay jar from his arms, and threw it violently at the young man.

The clay altar was unpretentious, but it was as fast as a shooting star, enough to kill a full-grown beast.

However, this ordinary-looking young man didn't even look at the clay jar. He stretched out his right hand casually and held the clay jar firmly.

Tang Feng smiled and squinted his eyes without saying a word.

The young man patted open the mud seal, raised his head and poured out the small wine jar, and the wine glistened under the moonlight, like a waterfall entering the young man's mouth.

"A pot of glutinous rice wine, half a day of immortality, it is said that the glutinous rice wine is extremely strong, just one pot can make people drunk for half a day, it is true."

The young man's eyes became even more blurred, as if he was about to roll back off the roof at any moment, but no matter how the night wind blew, the man showed no sign of falling off.

"Brother, you're a little stingy, there's only one pot, it's not enough to drink."

The young man straightened up, clasped his feet with both hands, and complained:
"This feeling is like a naked girl standing in front of you, only letting you rub but not letting you in. It's very uncomfortable, brother."

Tang Feng glanced at the young man strangely, then he laughed and said:
"Brother, I gave you the last of my wine, and you still blame me. It's so unreasonable."

The young man sighed quietly, curled his lips, and agreed with Tang Feng's words.

The two young men just sat quietly on the roof for a long while, blowing the cold wind for a long time, relatively speechless.

"Really?" The young man broke the silence with suspicious eyes.

"It's really gone." Tang Feng spread his hands and looked serious.

"Oh, cheapskate, as cheap as that girl."

The young man said bitterly, and then he laughed twice as if recalling something wonderful.

Tang Feng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Brother, you are smiling a bit obscenely, do you remember the three days and two nights with a certain girl?"

The young man raised his brows suddenly, stood up murderously, and cursed:

"I see that you are dressed in white clothes and are gentle. You are also a scholar. Why are you full of dirty thoughts? It's an insult to gentleness."

Tang Feng frowned, but heard the young man say angrily:
"I don't even know what the girl's name is, and I haven't touched a single hair. I have a fart for three days and two nights?"

Tang Feng was speechless for a moment.

"Brother, isn't it also polite and disrespectful when scholars say dirty words?" He asked.

The young man took it for granted: "Scholar's swear words, can they be called swear words? That is a reasonable emotional expression that has been sublimated through art."

After a pause, he added righteously: "Furthermore, the swear words have been spoken, and the sages keep them in their hearts. What's the matter?"

Tang Feng was speechless again, he could only sigh to himself for this young man's thick skin.

The young man sat down and pushed the half pot of Xinfeng wine in front of Tang Feng, which was regarded as a small altar of rice wine to compensate Tang Feng.

Two young people, just like this, you took a sip and I drank all night.

The young man seemed to be really drunk at the end, and chatted with Tang Feng about his small vegetable garden.

"Brother, I'm not bragging. The cucumbers I grow are the best in the world. Many girls are rushing to buy them."

"Brother, believe it or not, there is a banana tree growing in my backyard, and the bananas produced are actually straight, and the sales are also very good."

"Brother, let me tell you, I also planted eggplants..."

The young man was talking nonsense, not noticing that Tang Feng's forehead was already covered with black lines.

When Tang Feng sobered up, the sky was clear and the sun was rising.

At that time, Mo Yihe came to this courtyard and wanted to stay in Tang Feng for another two days.

"Young Desolate Son, why are you on the roof? It's really indecent!" Mo Yihe frowned.

Tang Feng smiled coldly, and teased: "Master Mo, look at your posture, do you want to discuss the Tao with me, and want to vomit blood again?"

Mo Yihe's complexion changed, and he looked ugly for a moment, and said: "Young Desolate Son, don't think that no one can cure you!"

Tang Feng frowned, and asked with great interest: "Lord Mo, are you calling for reinforcements? Unfortunately, I don't have time to play with you."

Anger flashed in Moyihe's eyes, and he wanted to say something more, but at this moment, a wine jar suddenly fell from the roof.

Snapped.

The wine jar shattered, and the little wine left immediately splashed out, and the bits and pieces were branded on the bluestone board.

"Brother, you sober up faster than me."

The young man's voice was still lazy, as if his bones were soft, a little sloppy.

Mo Yihe frowned, but after seeing the young man's face clearly, he was shocked:
"Jingjie, why are you here?"

When the young man heard someone calling him, he lazily turned his head and glanced at the Moi River, but...

Rolled his eyes.

The young man said softly: "Master Mo, you called me to Luoyang City, and now you ask me why I am here, are you kidding me?"

Mo Yihe was embarrassed, Tang Feng was slightly surprised, this young man seemed to have a bigger background than he thought, and he dared to swear at Mo Yihe.

(End of this chapter)