Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing: I'll give the same words to the princess. Don't respect your identity at that time, and I can't help but pour wine for me.
Yalun only felt that the Japanese man in front of him was simply disgusting, so he snorted and returned to his seat.
Stop talking nonsense, come on!
Alan Daer blocked the two of them and blocked his sight. He held a jar of wine in one hand and placed it heavily on the table. It was too troublesome to use the bowl, so he just blew the jar!
He has always been good at drinking urgently, and many people with similar alcohol tolerance will be defeated by this fast fighting. He originally disdained to use such tricks, but this time it was related to his mistress, and he did not dare to be careless at all.
Even though the Mongols were generally huge, the people around them were shocked and thought that if you could drink one jar after another, you would not be able to die of drunkenness?
Song Qingshu knew that the other party was going to take the lead. In front of so many people, he naturally could not weaken his momentum: OK, I'll do it first!After saying that, he directly patted off the sealing mud, picked up the wine jar and started to pour it.
Alan Da'er was stunned. He thought the other party would push back and forth, but he didn't know that he started drinking so simply. He couldn't help but doubt his life for a moment. Could he be very good at drinking too?
But then I thought about how powerful Japanese people could drink, so I felt relieved. Seeing that he had already started drinking for a while, I hurriedly picked up the wine jar and started drinking.
Song Qingshu has been trained by modern high-purity distilled liquors, so these so-called strong liquors in ancient times are naturally no problem. In fact, they may not lose according to their true alcohol content. However, this kind of competition is not just about drinking between friends, so how can they really drink it?
The wine entered his throat, and he immediately wrapped the wine with his internal strength, and did not really enter his stomach.
Although he does not know the Six-Meridian Divine Sword, his sword energy can also have the same effect of urging wine. However, in full view of everyone, he is worried that urging the wine will reveal the filling, so he temporarily exists in his body and then urging the wine out when he has the chance.
Of course, the cheering sounds of people around him were mainly cheering Alan Daer. A withdrawn person like Shuiyue Sect naturally had no friends soon after the two of them drank all their jar of wine.
Bang!
Song Qingshu threw the wine jar on the ground and smashed it to pieces, indicating that there was no drop of wine left inside, and then he was proud and said: Come again!
After saying that, he picked up another jar of wine. Alan Daer, who had just finished drinking, felt the alcohol was rising, his face flushed, and he felt a little dizzy. He found that the other party was like a ok, and he became a little panicked for a moment.
Don't be afraid, he is probably doing it mysteriously.At this time, Princess Yalun came to him and comforted him quietly.
Alan Daer's nervous mood instantly calmed down. He recalled that when he was drinking, he would meet someone who was not ashamed of drinking, but maybe he would get drunk the next moment.
Because of the encouragement of his mistress, his morale was rising. He would not only have one jar of alcohol, and he soon picked up one jar and started drinking it.
While drinking, Song Qingshu quietly observed everyone's reactions. Seeing A Lan Da'er's face turned red and others looking at him with curious and shocked eyes, he suddenly realized that he still had to perform, otherwise it would cause suspicion if it reached the ears of those who were interested.
He was not sure whether anyone in Lincheng knew the true alcohol content of Shuiyue Sect, and he was also worried that those masters suspected that he was using his internal strength to resolve the alcohol.
So he really drank 30% and refined it with sword energy for 70%. As expected, he quickly felt drunk on his face.
Seeing his figure shaking, Alan Daer was overjoyed and thought you were pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. Unexpectedly, it was just this level.
Soon after the second jar of wine was finished, Song Qingshu put down the jar and burped a big burp, his body shook, and he didn't say anything for a long time.
Alan Daer threw the wine jar in his hand to the ground and laughed: Again... again... even though he was dizzy, he felt that the other party had reached the critical point and just needed to add a little more force.
Song Qingshu deliberately showed a look of embarrassment, and after a long time, he snorted vaguely: Come... come, who... is afraid of whom!
Then the two started drinking the third jar again. At this time, the speed of both sides was significantly slower. Alan Daer was waiting for the other party to faint while drinking, but although the other party was unstable, he still did not fall until he finished drinking the third jar.
I... see how much more you can drink... Alan Daer also made a sacrifice and continued to start the fourth and fifth altars...
Bang!
Alan Daer finally couldn't hold on and fell straight to the ground. The wine jar in his hand was smashed and the wine inside flowed all over the floor.
Then Song Qingshu put down the wine jar and looked at everyone drunk: It seems that I won?
Yalun's face turned pale. Although this guy was about to fall as soon as the wind blew, he still couldn't fall. Alan Daer was already unconscious of the situation. The Mongolians were always direct, and they couldn't do anything they could lose and refused to admit.
Brother Ali Bu stood up and clapped his hands to congratulate: The big chunk is indeed a good drinker, and today it really opened my eyes.
Even the kings of the Chaga Taiwan Division looked at him with warm eyes, and they all expressed their admiration and praise.
While responding, Song Qingshu complained that the wine culture in Mongolia is really a tough currency. As long as you can drink it, you can win respect and fame. In history, there were basically few emperors in Mongolia who lived longevity. Many of them died in their prime, and most of them were related to the damage to their bodies by drinking alcohol. Drinking alcohol to this extent is really shocking.
Your alcohol tolerance is admirable. I am willing to accept the loss. I will pour you wine.Yalun was very happy. After instructing his subordinates to help Alan Daer down to take care of him, he took the initiative to get up and propose to fulfill the bet.
The defense between men and women in Mongolia is not that serious, so Ali Buge and others just smiled and watched all this, not thinking that there was anything wrong.
Then...thank you, princess.
Song Qingshu picked up a bowl and handed it over to observe the woman in front of him from a close distance. Unlike ordinary Mongolians, she has small eyebrows and small mouth and fair skin, and is more like a lady from Jiangnan. She is indeed a beautiful woman. Unfortunately, such a woman is destined to have to wither slowly and grow old alone.
Your hands are more secure.Yalun held the wine jar and noticed that his bowl kept shaking, which made her feel unsure.
Thank you, the princess, just now... I drank too much, and there was a... heavy shadow in front of me.
In order to cooperate with her, Song Qingshu took a step forward, but he stepped on the fragments of the wine jar on the ground, and his feet slipped, and his whole body fell down unstable.
Yalun exclaimed, subconsciously trying to support him, but he could not bear his weight, and the two of them immediately rolled into a ball.
Bold, dare to offend the princess!The generals under Yalun pulled out their scimitars and were about to rush over.
It was okay, Yalun had already struggled to stand up at this time, tidied up his messy clothes, and looked at Song Qingshu who was sleeping soundly on the ground, his frowning eyebrows gradually loosened. I think he was drunk as well.
Yalun only felt that the Japanese man in front of him was simply disgusting, so he snorted and returned to his seat.
Stop talking nonsense, come on!
Alan Daer blocked the two of them and blocked his sight. He held a jar of wine in one hand and placed it heavily on the table. It was too troublesome to use the bowl, so he just blew the jar!
He has always been good at drinking urgently, and many people with similar alcohol tolerance will be defeated by this fast fighting. He originally disdained to use such tricks, but this time it was related to his mistress, and he did not dare to be careless at all.
Even though the Mongols were generally huge, the people around them were shocked and thought that if you could drink one jar after another, you would not be able to die of drunkenness?
Song Qingshu knew that the other party was going to take the lead. In front of so many people, he naturally could not weaken his momentum: OK, I'll do it first!After saying that, he directly patted off the sealing mud, picked up the wine jar and started to pour it.
Alan Da'er was stunned. He thought the other party would push back and forth, but he didn't know that he started drinking so simply. He couldn't help but doubt his life for a moment. Could he be very good at drinking too?
But then I thought about how powerful Japanese people could drink, so I felt relieved. Seeing that he had already started drinking for a while, I hurriedly picked up the wine jar and started drinking.
Song Qingshu has been trained by modern high-purity distilled liquors, so these so-called strong liquors in ancient times are naturally no problem. In fact, they may not lose according to their true alcohol content. However, this kind of competition is not just about drinking between friends, so how can they really drink it?
The wine entered his throat, and he immediately wrapped the wine with his internal strength, and did not really enter his stomach.
Although he does not know the Six-Meridian Divine Sword, his sword energy can also have the same effect of urging wine. However, in full view of everyone, he is worried that urging the wine will reveal the filling, so he temporarily exists in his body and then urging the wine out when he has the chance.
Of course, the cheering sounds of people around him were mainly cheering Alan Daer. A withdrawn person like Shuiyue Sect naturally had no friends soon after the two of them drank all their jar of wine.
Bang!
Song Qingshu threw the wine jar on the ground and smashed it to pieces, indicating that there was no drop of wine left inside, and then he was proud and said: Come again!
After saying that, he picked up another jar of wine. Alan Daer, who had just finished drinking, felt the alcohol was rising, his face flushed, and he felt a little dizzy. He found that the other party was like a ok, and he became a little panicked for a moment.
Don't be afraid, he is probably doing it mysteriously.At this time, Princess Yalun came to him and comforted him quietly.
Alan Daer's nervous mood instantly calmed down. He recalled that when he was drinking, he would meet someone who was not ashamed of drinking, but maybe he would get drunk the next moment.
Because of the encouragement of his mistress, his morale was rising. He would not only have one jar of alcohol, and he soon picked up one jar and started drinking it.
While drinking, Song Qingshu quietly observed everyone's reactions. Seeing A Lan Da'er's face turned red and others looking at him with curious and shocked eyes, he suddenly realized that he still had to perform, otherwise it would cause suspicion if it reached the ears of those who were interested.
He was not sure whether anyone in Lincheng knew the true alcohol content of Shuiyue Sect, and he was also worried that those masters suspected that he was using his internal strength to resolve the alcohol.
So he really drank 30% and refined it with sword energy for 70%. As expected, he quickly felt drunk on his face.
Seeing his figure shaking, Alan Daer was overjoyed and thought you were pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. Unexpectedly, it was just this level.
Soon after the second jar of wine was finished, Song Qingshu put down the jar and burped a big burp, his body shook, and he didn't say anything for a long time.
Alan Daer threw the wine jar in his hand to the ground and laughed: Again... again... even though he was dizzy, he felt that the other party had reached the critical point and just needed to add a little more force.
Song Qingshu deliberately showed a look of embarrassment, and after a long time, he snorted vaguely: Come... come, who... is afraid of whom!
Then the two started drinking the third jar again. At this time, the speed of both sides was significantly slower. Alan Daer was waiting for the other party to faint while drinking, but although the other party was unstable, he still did not fall until he finished drinking the third jar.
I... see how much more you can drink... Alan Daer also made a sacrifice and continued to start the fourth and fifth altars...
Bang!
Alan Daer finally couldn't hold on and fell straight to the ground. The wine jar in his hand was smashed and the wine inside flowed all over the floor.
Then Song Qingshu put down the wine jar and looked at everyone drunk: It seems that I won?
Yalun's face turned pale. Although this guy was about to fall as soon as the wind blew, he still couldn't fall. Alan Daer was already unconscious of the situation. The Mongolians were always direct, and they couldn't do anything they could lose and refused to admit.
Brother Ali Bu stood up and clapped his hands to congratulate: The big chunk is indeed a good drinker, and today it really opened my eyes.
Even the kings of the Chaga Taiwan Division looked at him with warm eyes, and they all expressed their admiration and praise.
While responding, Song Qingshu complained that the wine culture in Mongolia is really a tough currency. As long as you can drink it, you can win respect and fame. In history, there were basically few emperors in Mongolia who lived longevity. Many of them died in their prime, and most of them were related to the damage to their bodies by drinking alcohol. Drinking alcohol to this extent is really shocking.
Your alcohol tolerance is admirable. I am willing to accept the loss. I will pour you wine.Yalun was very happy. After instructing his subordinates to help Alan Daer down to take care of him, he took the initiative to get up and propose to fulfill the bet.
The defense between men and women in Mongolia is not that serious, so Ali Buge and others just smiled and watched all this, not thinking that there was anything wrong.
Then...thank you, princess.
Song Qingshu picked up a bowl and handed it over to observe the woman in front of him from a close distance. Unlike ordinary Mongolians, she has small eyebrows and small mouth and fair skin, and is more like a lady from Jiangnan. She is indeed a beautiful woman. Unfortunately, such a woman is destined to have to wither slowly and grow old alone.
Your hands are more secure.Yalun held the wine jar and noticed that his bowl kept shaking, which made her feel unsure.
Thank you, the princess, just now... I drank too much, and there was a... heavy shadow in front of me.
In order to cooperate with her, Song Qingshu took a step forward, but he stepped on the fragments of the wine jar on the ground, and his feet slipped, and his whole body fell down unstable.
Yalun exclaimed, subconsciously trying to support him, but he could not bear his weight, and the two of them immediately rolled into a ball.
Bold, dare to offend the princess!The generals under Yalun pulled out their scimitars and were about to rush over.
It was okay, Yalun had already struggled to stand up at this time, tidied up his messy clothes, and looked at Song Qingshu who was sleeping soundly on the ground, his frowning eyebrows gradually loosened. I think he was drunk as well.
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