The fawning middle-aged man smelled the aroma of wine spreading everywhere, frowned slightly, and then fanned his nose with his hand, as if he smelled something foul.
Mei Zhe was usually calm, but the attitude of fawning over the middle-aged man suddenly made him feel free and easy.
He was slightly angry and looked at the fawning middle-aged man coldly, "Why, isn't the wine I'm drinking bad?"
When the middle-aged man heard this, he said sincerely, "It's really not that good."
Mei Zhe didn't get angry but smiled instead, "Oh? I have tied up my hair and traveled around the world to taste fine wines. I have experienced countless times of drunkenness and dreaming, and then I can extract the drunkenness from it and help me be free. My drunkenness is not ordinary, I pursue it.
It is the great freedom of the human world. Who are you to understand the mystery of it?"
After Yu Xian heard this, he understood.
No wonder that as a cultivator, I was also intoxicated.
The free and easy atmosphere in the drunkenness is indeed fatal to people like them.
The middle-aged man laughed loudly after hearing this.
Then his smile faded, he turned around and said respectfully to Yu Xian, "My lord, no wonder I think it's inappropriate. This wine is not worthy of you."
Yu Xian was drunk and full of pride in his heart, "Oh? Then tell me why this wine is not worthy of me."
Mei Zhe laughed angrily and looked at it sarcastically.
The fawning middle-aged man looked at Yu Xian and said calmly, "Okay, let me tell my lord how to drink this wine."
The flattering middle-aged man pondered for a while, and then said slowly, "It is only the gift of wine that God has sent to us. It is God's destiny to bring sacrifices to our people. God has sent down the power, and our people have lost their virtues through chaos, and they have nothing to do with wine. The smaller they are, the bigger they are."
When a state uses mourning, it’s not just wine that’s used for mourning.”
As the middle-aged man chanted, Yu Xian felt his whole body burning.
The blood of Duke Zhou that covered his body seemed to have gained a soul and became alive.
The blood flames on Yu Xian's body were dancing and leaping, emitting a bright shimmer.
Yu Xian had a moment of clarity, as if he had woken up from a hangover, his dreams were shattered, and his troubles were born.
Subconsciously asked, "What if I get drunk?"
Seeing that Yu Xian was able to listen to the advice, the middle-aged flatterer smiled slightly and continued, "Drinking is only for worship, and a virtuous general will never be drunk. But I, the young man of the people, only love earth and things, and his heart is full. He listened to the Yi teachings of Zu Kao,
The smaller the person, the greater the virtue."
After finishing speaking, fearing that Yu Xian would not understand, he added, "As long as the lord always remembers to control himself with virtue, he will not be intoxicated."
After Yu Xian heard this, the blood flames on his body became fierce again, and he finally woke up completely.
By this time, he had realized what was happening.
The sycophantic middle-aged man seemed to only be able to flatter and sing praises, but that was not the case.
He was just sophisticated and presented his views smoothly and calmly, allowing Yu Xian to accept them unconsciously.
At this moment, Yu Xian also figured out what happened to him.
The middle-aged man admonishing Yu Xian was the Jiu Gao written by Zhou Gongdan.
This wine certificate itself has the meaning of warning and exhortation, and it happened that when Yu Xian was in the ghost city of Luoyi, he smeared the blood of Zhou Gong all over his body.
Duke Zhou's will triggered the reaction of Duke Zhou's blood, and Duke Zhou's blood naturally imprinted this will firmly, giving the blood flame around Yu Xian the ability to resist the influence of alcohol.
Yu Xian's eyes suddenly became calm and clear, which surprised Mei Zhe.
Mei Zhe naturally understands what the flattering middle-aged man said, but there are many people in the world who understand the truth, but few who can be practical and self-disciplined.
He did not believe that a drunken confession could help people get rid of an alcoholic's drunkenness.
Mei Zhe suddenly thought, and the drunkard turned the gourd of wine and poured out a large amount of alcohol without hesitation.
The smell of wine was billowing and the smoke was swirling, and it quickly transformed into the shape of a dragon. The giant dragon formed by the smell of wine opened its mouth wide and swallowed Yu Xian.
Yu Xian laughed and said, "Well done."
He didn't want to expose the secret of Zhou Gong's blood, so he kept in mind what the middle-aged flatterer had just said: "A virtuous general will never be drunk", he opened his mouth and forced out a breath of white Jin De from his lungs.
As expected, this Jin De's aura was not confused by the smell of alcohol, like a sharp knife, piercing through the alcohol.
Mei Zhe didn't take it seriously.
Over the years, he has interacted with Confucian scholars a lot, and he knows that people's moral character is very easy to be shaken.
As long as he is surrounded by drunkenness, it won't take long for the Confucian scholar to lose his five virtues and become dissolute.
When the time comes when you are drunk and confused, you will not only be at the mercy of others, but you can even be used by them.
Yu Xian's cultivation of the Five Virtues was weak, and he would feel frustrated within a short period of time with his aura of golden virtue.
Afraid of hurting his roots, he quickly opened his mouth and withdrew his virtuous energy.
After a while, he released the aura of Mu De again to attack.
Seeing that Yu Xian was trapped by the smell of alcohol, He Xuan tried to let the hanged man go up and drag Yu Xian down. Unfortunately, the hanged man fell to the ground as soon as he entered the range of the alcohol.
Feng Liang, who was standing next to the gambling bureau, repeatedly activated the spell, but was unable to recall the drunk hanged man.
He Xuan threw the bronze pot into the air as a sacrifice, and randomly fired a few arrows into the wine mist.
No one knows whether these arrows hit the target. Instead, they stirred up the wine mist and released a lot of alcohol odor.
He Xuan was quite close, and his body swayed a little when he was drunk.
He quickly put away the bronze throwing pot and took a few steps back.
Yu Xian had the will of Zhou Gong to resist the influence of alcohol, and his mind was extremely clear.
He noticed something strange about the wine mist and immediately had an idea.
Yu Xian simply released the water virtue aura, the earth aura, and the fire virtue aura, and swam around like a swimming fish.
Mei Zhe frowned slightly when he saw this.
A large-scale field control ability like Wine Mist is naturally a bit weak in subtle aspects.
However, generally speaking... the dissipation of alcohol will have minimal effect on his magic.
If Mei Zhe's thoughts were normal, there would be no problem.
But now there are two extremely powerful unstable factors near this wine mist!
One is He Xuan who set up a bet and has already lost!
The other one is the miko Changle who is called the king of unstable factors!
The large amount of dissipated alcohol was the first to knock Feng Liang's mourner down, and then He Xuan, who was hiding behind, was not spared either.
Because he was far away, the initial impact he received was weak.
He Xuan, who was already red-eyed at the loss, was so drunk that he immediately put up all the chips without hesitation.
With a careless stroke of his hand, Chang Le, who looked bored, was thrown into the gambling game.
Mei Zhe was proudly watching Yu Xian resist with his hands behind his back. Seeing He Xuan's move, the expression on his face immediately became unsustainable.
"You, what are you doing?!"
Following Mei Zhe's roar, He Xuan also woke up a little.
He woke up from the drunkenness and looked at Chang Le hurriedly.
Chang Le happened to look at each other with a confused look on his face.
Then Chang Le's eyes lit up and he said happily, "Is it my turn? I've wanted to help you for a long time!"
He Xuan felt regretful and wanted to chop off his hands, but he quickly denied it, "You didn't!"
Mei Zhe also took on the airs of his senior brother and warned sternly, "You don't want to!"