This kind of inferior wine… is actually a limited edition wine? When I point out its inferiority, someone actually objects? What the heck? Jun Xie’s heart was filled with fury; he felt as though he was playing the lute to the cow. This world seemed to consist of nothing but country bumpkins…
How can such a kind of person be worthy of accompanying me, the Evil Monarch as I drink?
A silver ingot fell onto the table with a “pa” sound. Jun Xie then walked out the door with a prideful laughter; his body penetrated the heavy fog filled rain, disappearing in an instant.
Even with his level of character, the middle-aged man found himself somewhat angered. This youngster was so young, and yet he was so conceited! No matter what, he was still someone with a lofty identity. To think that the wine that he liked the most and had considered as the best was actually worth less than thrash to the youngster! Wasn’t that simply implying that he…
However, his heart was a little envious of Jun Xie’s carefree and wilful nature, that personality of conceit and unrestrained arrogance! When will I be able to live such a life? This city is just like a huge cage…
“Even though he seemed unrestrained and arrogant, this straightforwardness may not be his true character. The virtuous sages of old were all solitary figures, only drinkers leave their names behind, what a good sentence!” The middle-aged man contemplated silently, raising his cup to drink. Could it be a psychological effect? Or was there some other reason? This wine, which he had always felt was insufficient for him, had suddenly felt harder to stomach.
“It is said that the ancients created poems for every seven paces they take. I always thought they were just flattering the ancients. It seemed that a poem for every seven paces is indeed nothing excessive, especially the last two sentences. It is truly something!” He gently murmured to himself. “When drinking wine with a bosom friend, a thousand cups are too little, when words exchanged are disagreeable, even a little is too much! Not bad, not bad at all. This scholar really does have some skill.”
Having said that, the middle-aged man suddenly stared blankly as he thought of something, then he laughed. “This bastard, he actually meant to say that I am not his bosom friend and that the words we exchanged were disagreeable, haha… he actually cursed at me before leaving, using such an indirect method to curse me… he is a truly learned scholar! However, in this entire Tianxiang Kingdom, the only other person who dares to openly curse me like this is but my royal brother. This brat had truly made me feel refreshed.”
In his life, Jun Xie has had many kinds of label placed on him, a mad assassin, a bloodthirsty devil and other incalculable names. However, this “learned scholar” was not one of them. Even Jun Xie could not have imagined that his reliving of old memories and his few successive verses had caused him to be labelled as a “learned scholar”! Not to mention, he was believed to be indirectly cursing at others while doing so. If he were to know about this, he would be filled with a sense of ridiculousness.
If Jun Xie had wanted to curse at someone, then he would undoubtedly point at the person’s nose when doing so. What do you mean indirect cursing? For Jun Xie, even the act of cursing someone face to face would not suffice.
The middle-aged man laughed for a good while. Suddenly, he felt something amiss. Turning around, he saw a short, thin withered looking old man gazing with dim eyes at the direction that Jun Xie had taken. He stood motionless, his face expressing regret.
[TL: This chapter had quite some ambiguous words. So, I may have screwed up some… Friggin poems… @_@]
This kind of inferior wine… is actually a limited edition wine? When I point out its inferiority, someone actually objects? What the heck? Jun Xie’s heart was filled with fury; he felt as though he was playing the lute to the cow. This world seemed to consist of nothing but country bumpkins…How can such a kind of person be worthy of accompanying me, the Evil Monarch as I drink?A silver ingot fell onto the table with a “pa” sound. Jun Xie then walked out the door with a prideful laughter; his body penetrated the heavy fog filled rain, disappearing in an instant.Even with his level of character, the middle-aged man found himself somewhat angered. This youngster was so young, and yet he was so conceited! No matter what, he was still someone with a lofty identity. To think that the wine that he liked the most and had considered as the best was actually worth less than thrash to the youngster! Wasn’t that simply implying that he…However, his heart was a little envious of Jun Xie’s carefree and wilful nature, that personality of conceit and unrestrained arrogance! When will I be able to live such a life? This city is just like a huge cage…“Even though he seemed unrestrained and arrogant, this straightforwardness may not be his true character. The virtuous sages of old were all solitary figures, only drinkers leave their names behind, what a good sentence!” The middle-aged man contemplated silently, raising his cup to drink. Could it be a psychological effect? Or was there some other reason? This wine, which he had always felt was insufficient for him, had suddenly felt harder to stomach.“It is said that the ancients created poems for every seven paces they take. I always thought they were just flattering the ancients. It seemed that a poem for every seven paces is indeed nothing excessive, especially the last two sentences. It is truly something!” He gently murmured to himself. “When drinking wine with a bosom friend, a thousand cups are too little, when words exchanged are disagreeable, even a little is too much! Not bad, not bad at all. This scholar really does have some skill.”Having said that, the middle-aged man suddenly stared blankly as he thought of something, then he laughed. “This bastard, he actually meant to say that I am not his bosom friend and that the words we exchanged were disagreeable, haha… he actually cursed at me before leaving, using such an indirect method to curse me… he is a truly learned scholar! However, in this entire Tianxiang Kingdom, the only other person who dares to openly curse me like this is but my royal brother. This brat had truly made me feel refreshed.”In his life, Jun Xie has had many kinds of label placed on him, a mad assassin, a bloodthirsty devil and other incalculable names. However, this “learned scholar” was not one of them. Even Jun Xie could not have imagined that his reliving of old memories and his few successive verses had caused him to be labelled as a “learned scholar”! Not to mention, he was believed to be indirectly cursing at others while doing so. If he were to know about this, he would be filled with a sense of ridiculousness.If Jun Xie had wanted to curse at someone, then he would undoubtedly point at the person’s nose when doing so. What do you mean indirect cursing? For Jun Xie, even the act of cursing someone face to face would not suffice.The middle-aged man laughed for a good while. Suddenly, he felt something amiss. Turning around, he saw a short, thin withered looking old man gazing with dim eyes at the direction that Jun Xie had taken. He stood motionless, his face expressing regret.[TL: This chapter had quite some ambiguous words. So, I may have screwed up some… Friggin poems… @_@]
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