The first thousand three hundred and forty-four chapters leave
Under the starlight, Mr. Yan finally made up his mind.
Anyway, Zhou Youluo had already left, leaving behind only a crystal formed from the sword's will to frighten the young man who had become a drowned dog. Zhou Youluo had chosen the timing very accurately. As long as half an hour passed, he would be gone.
It will disperse on its own.
The existence of this sword crystal can be said to be a small punishment for the young man. The anger at the beginning was also suppressed by the concern that suddenly rose in his heart. He single-mindedly floated into the distance, to the pointer.
Her kendo master.
"Half an hour more or less, there is no difference." Mr. Yan thought in his mind and decided to ask the painter to come up from the bottom of the cold lake.
After all, if it is too late, the wine bottles in the hands of those women will once again be filled with love.
"It's not too late, time is of the essence." Mr. Yan nodded and glanced aside.
The wine bottle has been passed to the twenty-fifth woman. This woman coughed a little in the night wind, and accidentally brought a little phlegm with her spit. Except for Mr. Yan, everyone else present
No one noticed, including the coughing woman.
Mr. Yan's lips twitched and he was about to speak. A woman looked at the figure on the lake and spoke lovingly.
"Sir...that wine...have you finished it?"
Just as he took a bite of the pig head meat and was about to raise his head to take a sip of wine, he was stunned when he heard a woman's shout above him.
"Sir... may I ask, have you finished the wine?"
Ling Dabao blinked, and then swam back a little. He looked up again and saw a figure standing above him.
"It's not an auditory hallucination. Someone is really calling me. It seems to be asking me if I have finished drinking." Ling Dabao narrowed his eyes so that he could clearly see the figure leaning on the railing of the boat.
"My lord! Are you still there?"
After hearing no echo from below for a long time, the woman became anxious. She was afraid that the handsome young man would lose his strength under the water and drown to death.
They also tried to persuade the young man underwater to get on the boat, but the young man refused to agree, for fear that he would be killed by the most beautiful woman in the world with a sword.
Although they are young ladies from a wealthy family, there is no match for a woman who can cut through a boat ten feet away with one sword. After seeing the woman in jade clothed with a sword, they did not dare to say anything and only said:
I can do my little bit.
There are very few women in this world who dare to love and hate, and even fewer who are willing to die for love. It can be said that only one in ten thousand people can be born.
One in ten thousand, this is just twenty-eight people. What's more, no matter how handsome the man is, he is not their husband. Naturally, it is impossible to contradict the woman in jade clothes for this, let alone give his life in vain.
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They didn't hear the reply below and were about to cry. After all, such handsome men are extremely rare. Even if they can't be husbands, they will feel extremely satisfied if they can look at him occasionally.
"Ask me if there is any wine... Is there any wine again?" Ling Dabao was immediately happy when he heard this and quickly shook the wine bottle in his hand.
There is still some shaking in the wine bottle, and there is still a small amount left.
After an hour and a half, there was still half a jug of wine and more than half a pig's head. This was considered a great save on Ling Dabao's consumption. Originally, he wanted to wait until he was about to reach the shore before eating meat and drinking wine.
"There is no need to save anymore." Ling Dabao was happy in his heart. In this water town in the south of the Yangtze River, in this lake, soaking in the lake water, feeling the soft water and the mountain temperature, and experiencing the closeness to nature, isn't this a kind of practice?
Drinking and eating meat in a place like this is a pleasure, isn't it?
The resentment in Ling Dabao's heart was quickly wiped away. Not to mention Zhou Youluo letting him stay in the water for several hours, even if it lasted a day, a night, three days and three nights, he would have no resentment at all.
He believes that as long as he maintains an optimistic attitude and obeys Miss Zhou's advice, his sincerity will definitely move God and impress Miss Zhou.
At that time, Ling Dabao has embraced the beauty. As long as he gets Miss Zhou's body, he is not afraid of the reverse. Is Miss Zhou obeying his words? He can take revenge however he wants.
Thinking of this, Ling Dabao smiled happily. He had already thought about how to discipline Miss Zhou in the future.
"Girl, I'm here!" Ling Dabao shouted loudly.
"Master!"
Ling Dabao sighed again when he heard the happy voice coming from above.
"It's a pity that the most handsome man in the world has to look like the most handsome man in the world, and he can't let women get involved at will. After all, things are rare. Otherwise, I can make a romantic couple with you and express my gratitude to you.
"
Ling Dabao could hear the concern contained in that voice, and sincerely apologized to these women. If there was an afterlife, he would definitely be their husband once in his life.
The women on the boat were immediately overjoyed when they heard the shouts below. Some even cried with joy.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
"Okay, the young master is very cold down there. Please fill up our love quickly so that the young master can feel it again." A woman smiled, a little impatient.
"Okay! I'll go tell the young master right now."
Someone took the jug and moved closer to the railing of the ship. He slightly advanced the jug in his hand and hung it in the air so that the young master below could see it.
"Master, the sisters discussed it together and prepared a pot of good wine for the master. I wonder if the master can feel the love that we and other sisters have for you."
"Thank you girls! Zhou felt it." The night wind was strong, but Ling Dabao still heard the sound and was overjoyed.
Ling Dabao saw that the pot of wine in the woman's hand was at least twice as big as the pot he drank from. He quickly swam back to his original position, took a big bite of the pig's head, and drank the small half of the pot of wine in one gulp.
Then he moved the rope tied to the jug, signaling them to pull the jug up.
The person above felt the movement of the rope and quickly reached out to pull the rope back.
The woman holding the wine flask turned around and looked at the sisters in front of her with tears in her eyes. She cried excitedly and spit at the same time.
Tears and saliva dripped into the wine pot together. There was a splashing sound, and then quickly settled on the bottom of the pot, and finally mixed with the wine.
"Sisters, did you hear it... The young master said that he felt our love for him!"
"I heard it!" all the women cried, feeling proud in their hearts. After all, there are not many women in this world who can make such a handsome man feel loved.
Mr. Yan watched from the side and secretly thought that the world has changed.
Since ancient times, the relationship between men and women has not been clear, but this scene now made Mr. Yan frown and shake his head. He secretly thought again, are women today so unreserved? Are they ashamed?
The jug of wine has fallen into the hands of the twenty-eighth woman, the last one. As long as this woman finishes spitting and then shakes the jug so that their saliva is completely mixed with the wine, they will be tied to the rope.
, fell into the hands of that young master.
After all, these women come from a wealthy family. They clean their teeth with special cleaning products every day. In addition, they taste fresh fruits and drink good tea every day. Their mouths are not smelly, but have a slight fragrance. When these saliva falls into the wine, it will only make the mouth smell better.
Ling Dabao felt that the wine had more flavor.
However, when Mr. Yan saw this scene, even if these women were all beautiful, they would only feel nauseated. Not only him, but also the young master would feel the same even if he knew about it.
After all, no one likes to drink other people's saliva, let alone the saliva of dozens of people.
However, that young man had already drank a bottle. Mr. Yan could not speak again and did not dare to say this. After all, this man is a senior and a master on the road of painting. He will never be silent in the future.
Unknown people.
If this thing comes to the ears of the world, it will definitely make people laugh. After all, this is very likely to be the leader of the painting path in the future. If the leader of the painting path becomes a joke in the world, then he will also be unable to hold his head up. Regardless.
It's him who, as long as he is in the world of calligraphy and painting, can't hold his head high.
"Even if this young master becomes famous in the world of calligraphy and painting in the future and replaces me as the painting sage, these women will not be gullible if they tell the story after learning about it. But if Zhou tells it, everyone will believe it. So,
Zhou will never tell. Apart from the dead, the only person in this world who can be trusted is Zhou.
Mr. Yan glanced at the twenty-eighth woman and spat, then capped the bottle and shook the jug. Then he walked to the boat rail, picked up the rope and skillfully wrapped it around the pot handle, then held the rope in one hand.
, and put it gently downward.
Mr. Yan's mouth twitched, and he secretly thought it was bad and quickly walked forward to the railing of the boat.
I didn't grasp the opportunity well the previous time. I will make up for it this time and don't let the young master drink a second pot of wine that is full of saliva.
"not good!"
At this moment, Mr. Yan heard an exclamation from beside him.
This exclamation came from the woman with the wine pot. Mr. Yan turned his head and saw that the rope in the woman's hand was loosened and was not tied properly.
"This is really helping me!" Mr. Yan was overjoyed when he saw this scene. The jug fell. Then the young master would not have to drink from the jug of wine.
After all, this young master does not seem to be someone who would refuse the kindness of others. Perhaps this is the greatest charm of this young master. Even if he was forced into the cold lake by Miss Zhou, he did not feel any resentment in his heart.
Ling Dabao kept raising his head and heard the exclamation from above. He saw something falling from the boat, and with the sound of strong wind, he chased it down.
"The wine jug..." Ling Dabao's pupils in the dark night gradually saw clearly that it was the wine jug as the object continued to fall with the wind.
This is what women want. How could he watch the wine in the jug spilling everywhere in vain?
Of course it cannot.
"Girl! Don't worry!"
Mr. Yan quickly lowered his head and saw the young master below jumping up and rushing into the sky gracefully, like a proud swan dancing in the lake.
The women's eyes widened as they saw the graceful dance. An extraordinary and handsome man spun a few times in mid-air and then gracefully caught the wine bottle.
"...."
Mr. Yan didn't even have time to speak. It just happened in the flash of lightning. Before he could even blink, the young man jumped up from the water and took the wine bottle.
"Oops!" Mr. Yan was about to cry without tears. This time, the young man still wanted to drink a pot of wine full of saliva.
"Master...live..."
Even if Mr. Yan opens his mouth in a hurry, it will be of no avail.
Before the young man fell into the lake, he opened the bottle cap, lifted the jug, raised his head and drank heavily.
At this moment, the twenty-eight women on the boat were stunned. The young man’s whole body was soaked by the lake water, both inside and outside. When everything turned around, a heavy rain fell in the air, and the young man
The colorful orbs on his body made everyone in the world seem to be in a dream.
This is so beautiful, as if there are stars again in the world, each one is dazzling.
"Are we following the young master to the fairyland..." someone asked.
But no one answered, because they all fell into this illusion, into... the beautiful man dancing in this illusion.
Mr. Yan glanced at the women with stars in their eyes and sighed again.
What he sighed was not that today's women don't know how to be reserved. It was that the young man drank wine again and still didn't know there was saliva in the wine. At this moment, he was still complacent.
Literati are very romantic, why are their romantic affairs so popular? Because they love to show off. Even middle-aged literati were so virtuous when they were young.
Therefore, Mr. Yan understands this young master very well.
After all, who doesn’t like when a beautiful woman falls in love with him?
This is an innate nature. Just to enjoy all the flowers on the road, and choose a few flowers to meet in the dew. If you are lucky, there will be one that will amaze the years.
The beauty is like jade, the gentleman is like Joan. In the process of composing music and poems, the drunkenness is getting stronger, and then they are leaning on each other, and another song of mandarin ducks embroidery is turned over by the red waves.
From now on, it will be even more unstoppable, with tenderness and sweetness flowing like the Yangtze River.
It's just that this flower is only suitable for a period of time, not for a lifetime. In the end, you usually choose a pure white jasmine that suits you.
Mr. Yan can understand it very well. After all, although this person's attainments in painting far exceed that of the painting sage himself, he is still very young, proud of his youth, and full of vigor.
Even if this young man touches all the women in this scene, it will not hurt if the world knows about it in the future. It will just be thought that this is a romantic affair, which will only make people envious. After all, one touch will bring twenty-eight flowers, and not everyone will
It can be done.
"That's all, that's all. Seeing that the young master is so happy, he has completely forgotten about being shocked by Miss Zhou. I won't mention this matter to save the young master from losing face." Mr. Yan took a deep breath and prepared to read what he saw.
I completely forgot about it.
The saying that out of sight is pure has its own truth.
When Mr. Yan thought of this, he put everything behind him and felt much more relaxed.
There was a crash, and at this moment, under the adoring eyes of all the women, Ling Dabao fell into the lake again. Such a big body fell into the lake, but there were no waves.
Ling Dabao landed in front of the pig head and was in a great mood. He took a bite of the meat and laughed again.
"Good meat goes with good wine. Only the most beautiful man in the world can feel so comfortable." Ling Dabao was in a great mood from the bottom of his heart. After all, he was not alone in the lake. Besides him, there were other girls accompanying him.
he.
Ling Dabao ate a few more mouthfuls of meat, took another sip of wine with satisfaction, and said: "This wine seems to be thicker, not bad, good wine!
"This wine is indeed thick..." Mr. Yan heard the laughter below and thought to himself that the wine was filled with these women's saliva and even phlegm, so it would be strange if it wasn't thick.
Mr. Yan was very excited to see the young man drinking and eating meat. He took a deep breath again, and then spoke again, with a slightly higher tone, so as to be able to drown out the night wind tonight.
"Sir, please come up and talk!"
This voice was very loud. After all, Mr. Yan's internal energy was extremely high. Even if he lowered his voice, it could still clearly fall into Ling Dabao's ears.
"Who called me?" Ling Dabao raised his head and was about to take another sip of thick wine when he suddenly heard another voice from above.
"Painting Saint?" Ling Dabao saw the figure clearly. He was just very confused as to why he was asked to come up and explain.
The night was not very peaceful, but there were no strong winds or waves. Most of the time it was calm, with only a few strong winds occasionally.
But Ling Dabao knew that this was the calm before the storm.
As soon as you step into this flower boat, the tranquility will be completely replaced by the storm.
Ling Dabao could always feel the fierce sword intent on the ship. Although it did not lock him, he could know that Zhou Youluo had been waiting for him to get on the ship.
Once up, Ling Dabao will definitely suffer ruthless sword strikes.
"This person... seems to be an old acquaintance with Zhou Youluo. Is there a scam involved? He is deliberately deceiving me?" Ling Dabao frowned, fearing that there was a scam involved.
"This middle-aged scribe seems to be Zhou Youluo's elder. But this pig's head meat... was also given to me by him." Ling Dabao was lost in his thoughts.
He drank sake, sip after sip, and finally became emboldened by the drunkenness, and started laughing again.
"If Miss Zhou wants to do something to me, why do you need to use your sword energy to scare me on the boat? Why don't you just pick up the sword and go into the lake?" Ling Dabao shook his head and smiled, thinking that he was overthinking it. He even thought of other things.
"Is it possible that Miss Zhou was embarrassed to say that she specifically asked him to come here? Even the pig's head was requested by Miss Zhou for him?" Ling Dabao thought about it for a while, and felt that it made sense.
"Senior Painting Saint! Could it be Miss Zhou, you want me to come up and talk to you?" Ling Dabao saw that Mr. Yan was very old and was Zhou Youruo's elder. After thinking about it, it was better to call himself a junior.
When Mr. Yan heard this voice and heard the young man calling him "Senior Painter", his face suddenly changed and turned red in an instant, feeling extremely ashamed.
"I don't dare to take it! I don't dare to take it! My master's attainments in painting are much better than those of Yan. It should be Yan who calls you "senior"!" Mr. Yan hurriedly bowed his fists in front of him with a sign of respect.
"It's because Ling doesn't want to take the responsibility, so let me call you senior. I wonder what Miss Zhou asked me to come up and talk about." Ling Dabao couldn't wait to know, maybe it was about the bed.
Of course, even Ling Dabao knew that Miss Zhou would never tell this middle-aged scribe directly, but would talk to this middle-aged scholar in a subtle way, such as drinking tea, playing chess, etc.
"Senior...it is Mr. Yan who is asking you to speak, not Miss Zhou." Mr. Yan coughed, thought for a while, and spoke again.