royal robes

Chapter 129 Drunk for a Thousand Years Under the Red Emperor

Yeluzhen said: "I don't believe that there are gods in the world. Who are you? You have such cultivation at such a young age."

"Ordinary people with ordinary minds and eyes, how can they see through the fate of the poor. The poor monk is not young anymore, do the math... 240 years old." The words of the white-robed scholar frightened Yeluzhen and Bu Xiangyang. They couldn't believe that a person Can live to 240 years old, and still look so young.

Bu Xiangyang chuckled and said, "It will be two hundred and fifty in two years, right."

"Two hundred and five? Two hundred and five?" The white-robed scholar suddenly laughed and said, "I see, it's so funny. It was King Qi who came up with a clever plan to reward Su Qin. He deliberately cut Su Qin's body in two and hung his head on the city gate. The emperor's list came out and said that Su Qin was a traitor, and the person who killed him would be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold. Four people came to receive the reward. These four people insisted that they killed Su Qin, and it was difficult to tell the truth. So someone said that the person who killed him would be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold. Let the four people share it equally, each with 250 taels. The King of Qi immediately said angrily, 'Take these four [-] taels out and chop them down.' Unexpectedly, in two years, Pindao will also have [-] taels."

Bu Xiangyang was very strange, he thought it was funny that he was clearly scolding him.However, he has never even heard of two hundred and five, and he can immediately figure out the allusion to two hundred and five. This person is very knowledgeable... At least until just now, Bu Xiangyang only knew that two hundred and five was a curse word, and had no idea where it came from.

Bu Xiangyang said: "Who are you?"

"If you can write a poem that Pindao is satisfied with, Pindao will tell you."

Yelu really didn't dare to speak, his martial arts was the lowest among the three present.In fact, Yeluzhen's martial arts is not much inferior to Bu Xiangyang's, but slightly inferior. However, Jiuyang Burning Heaven Art is almost useless against Bu Xiangyang, so it's no match for him to rely on internal strength.

Bu Xiangyang was silent for a while, and then said: "After all, in the middle of June in the West Lake, the scenery is not the same as that of the four seasons. The sky is boundless and the leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun. How about this poem?"

"Good poem, good poem ~ I would like to offer you a toast." After finishing speaking, the white-robed scholar took out a wine bowl from his arms, scooped up a bowl of Jiuquan water and threw it to Bu Xiangyang.After Bu Xiangyang took the bowl, he drank it all in one gulp, and suddenly felt relaxed all over his body.

The white-robed scholar's feelings towards Bu Xiangyang suddenly changed. He originally thought that the two of them were martial artists, but it turned out that they were like-minded people who also liked poetry.

"This poem is good, but in the eyes of a poor man, it's worth a bowl of wine. Are there any good poems?"

Bu Xiangyang gritted his teeth and said, "That's right, there is another poem. You should be a hero in life, and a hero in death. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. What about this poem?"

The white-robed scholar looked at Bu Xiangyang, thought for a while and said, "You have another song."

"Okay, the green hills outside the mountains, the buildings outside the buildings, when will the West Lake dance and dance stop, the warm wind makes the tourists drunk, and they regard Hangzhou as Bianzhou. So what about this poem? Even you are willing to bow down."

"Have you ever been to West Lake?"

The scholar in white robe suddenly asked this question, which immediately made Bu Xiangyang stupid.West Lake... I have heard of it, but I have never been there.I heard that the scenery of the West Lake is beautiful, but Bu Xiangyang has no interest in the scenery, and the West Lake is on the border of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

The white-robed scholar said: "I can tell from your face that you have never been to the West Lake. How did you write this poem? It's okay to deceive others, but the three poems you read just now are clearly of different styles. They should be three poems. Poems written by different people. The second poem is written by a woman, although Pindao has never heard of it, but I can still hear it."

Bu Xiangyang was instantly embarrassed because he hadn't fooled the old monster.How could he have heard these three poems?But why did he know that the three poems were not written by the same person?Is it so obvious?Why didn't I see it myself?

"Treat Hangzhou as Bianzhou?" The white-robed scholar pondered for a while, then shook his head immediately: "How can Bianzhou be compared with Kengzhou now? Khitan is suppressing the border, Bianzhou Liu Chengyou is very anxious, and the northern border is constantly fighting. How can there be peace in Hangzhou?" Scene? This poem is definitely not written by contemporary people, but if you were a poor Taoist before, it is impossible that you have not heard such exquisite poems... How on earth did you get this poem? "

Kaifeng in the Tang Dynasty was indeed peaceful, so it would not be surprising if this poem was written by a Tang Dynasty poet, Scholar in White Robe.But the scholar in white robe is confident that he has read all Tang poems, and this one is definitely not written by a Tang Dynasty poet.At present, the ten countries are in constant war, so it is impossible for such a strange poem to be produced.

"I still have things to do, so I'm leaving." Bu Xiangyang was told that he was in pain, and immediately turned and left.

"Then... I will also take my leave."

The white-robed scholar and Yeluzhen were left. Yeluzhen thought that he didn't have those exquisite poems just now, and he was no match for the white-robed scholar in terms of martial arts, so he folded his hands and left.

Although this master is strange, he has no hostility.It's just that his cultivation base is really high, and he has never seen a loose person with such a high cultivation base.Moreover, this person claims to have lived for more than 200 years. Is there such a thing in the world?
Neither Bu Xiangyang nor Yeluzhen believed that a person could live to be more than 200 years old and still look so young and handsome.If he is telling the truth, then he is really not a man, but a god.Is there really a god in the world?At least Yelu really didn't believe it, neither did Bu Xiangyang.

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After Bu Xiangyang left, he wiped off his cold sweat, and then said softly, "That boy Zong Xin is a little smarter than me, and his poems are admired by others. How did I get caught cheating on my poems? What the hell is that white-robed scholar?" How did he hear that these poems were not written by the same person? Life is a hero, death is a ghost... How did he hear that this was a poem written by a woman? Poems are really complicated, and I probably can’t read them in this life understood."

After calming down for a while, Bu Xiangyang said depressedly: "It's clear that 'I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, only because I live in this mountain', Zong Xin changed it to Taishan and regarded it as his own poem? Shameless than me. I really want to go to the meeting This shameless monk for a while, but there are more important things to do now. Guo Wei got a piece of Chidi Zhenyuan, I am afraid this is the cause of everything. Guo Wei's three-year emperor's fate is already doomed, I'd better go back to Chang'an early Make a plan, the world is about to be in chaos. I don’t know where that girl Ayumi has gone, or how far away she is now.”

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The white-robed scholar closed his eyes and felt it carefully, then nodded and smiled suddenly: "Sure enough, they are all gone. Next, the poor should do something serious."

The white-robed scholar waved his sword finger, and the beautiful sword rose into the air, turning sharply in front of him and stabbing the white-robed scholar from behind.The white-robed scholar jumped lightly, stepped on the blade of the sword and flew directly to the top of the cave.In mid-air, the white-robed scholar waved his sword finger, and a shocking sword energy rushed out of Mount Tai, directly piercing a big hole, and the white-robed scholar left the hole.

After leaving, the white-robed scholar swung his sword finger behind him at will, and an equally shocking sword energy chopped the entire cave into pieces.

The white-robed scholar Yu Jian took a look around Mount Tai, then came to the top of the Chidi cave, and controlled Xiujian to fly into the Chidi cave.This hole was made by Zong Xin. He spent a lot of effort, but it was not worth mentioning in front of the white-robed scholar.

The white-robed scholar came to the stone carving of the Red Emperor, and then smiled lightly: "After searching for so long, there is actually a tunnel under the Jiuquan. Although the little monk is not very skilled in martial arts, he is really smart, and he is good at poetry. His attainment is also comparable to that of parting ways. Although he is not good at drinking, he is favored by Dionysus Gourd. He must be a person who loves wine. It is a pity that he is a monk, otherwise the poor Taoist really wants to take him as a disciple and teach him how to taste wine. Poetry...but his poetry is really not bad, and there is no need to teach him anymore."

The white-robed scholar waved his sword finger, and the sword energy directly chopped the Chidi stone carving into pieces. Just under the Chidi stone carving, there was actually a secret door.

The white-robed scholar smiled and said: "Here, it is indeed here. I spent a lot of time looking for you."

The white-robed scholar directly entered the secret passage, which was a downward staircase, not high from the ground, and soon came to a stone room.Inside the stone room are several coffins made of tree-like jade, not to mention the people lying in the coffins, even this coffin is priceless.A whole piece of jade-like tree trunk was thrown into the air, and there were even some lively little bugs on it.

Shuhua jade is an extremely rare kind of jade. It is not petrified, but made of real tree trunks, so it is not surprising that there are real bugs on it.It's just that I can't think of anyone who has such a big hand to make everyone lie in such a coffin.

The white-robed scholar looked left and right. The corpses in these coffins looked calm, and the muscles in their bodies did not atrophy at all, as if they were alive.

"Drunk for a thousand years, it really is drunk for a thousand years. Only after I woke up from the classics of the drunken millennium wine shop did I know that there is such a good wine in the world. You can be drunk for a thousand years with just one cup. I think everyone here has tasted the deliciousness of being drunk for a thousand years. Don’t want to miss out on a good drink.”

The white-robed scholar immediately came to a high platform, on which stood a golden pot.The white-robed scholar took the golden pot and shook it a few times. There was still half a pot of wine, although it was placed here, it did not evaporate.

The white-robed scholar excitedly said: "This is the drunk millennium? It is said that thousands of years ago, the sky star fell into the mortal world, and the drunk millennium workshop took the sky star to make wine, and the earth spring was the guide, and brewed a pot of peerless wine called 'Drunk Millennium'. It's a pity that the wine is so strong It’s too strong, and with Tianxing as the wine koji, the effect is extraordinary. Once you drink a cup, you will be intoxicated for thousands of years, but Pindao is greedy for this pot of fine wine, and has been searching for you for decades.”

The white-robed scholar did not lie, he was really 240 years old, although he looked young, he was already tired of life.The long-cherished wish in my life is to taste a cup of 'Drunken Millennium'.The music is composed by Tianxing and brewed by Jiuquan. How to describe the taste?

The scholar in white robe gently opened the lid of the pot, and a burst of blue light burst out, and the aroma of wine immediately filled the entire stone room.The aroma of the wine is too strong, and the delicacy that has accumulated for thousands of years makes people crazy about it.

"Good wine~! Good wine~!" The white-robed scholar swallowed his saliva and said, "Unfortunately, this is not a place for drinking. If a poor Taoist drinks here and gets drunk for a thousand years, he will surely fall asleep for a thousand years. A safe place. Bear with it, and bear with it."

The white-robed scholar immediately left the stone room with the jug, walked with his sword, and finally destroyed the Chidi cave.Because a few people in the stone room are still asleep because of the thousand years of drunkenness, if these people are found, they will definitely be cremated.Although the white-robed scholar had nothing to do with these people, they were all good wine drinkers, otherwise they wouldn't have fallen asleep for thousands of years just for a sip of wine.

The scholar in white robe has been thinking about where is the safe place, where no one will hurt him within a thousand years.You must find such a place, otherwise you cannot drink this wine.

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(End of this chapter)