Song Qingshu couldn't help but laugh. "Say the same to the princess. Don't be too embarrassed to pour wine for me when the time comes."
Ya Lun felt that the Japanese in front of her was disgusting. She snorted and returned to her seat.
"Cut the crap. Come on!" Ah Lan stood between the two of them and blocked his view. He placed a jar of wine on the table. "It's too troublesome to use bowls. Just blow the jar!" He had always been good at drinking in a hurry. Many people who had a similar drinking capacity as him would lose to such a quick drinking contest. He usually didn't want to play such tricks, but this time it concerned his mistress, so he didn't dare to be careless.
Even though the Mongolians had a large capacity, the people around them were shocked. If he drank jar after jar, wouldn't he be drunk to death?
Song QingShu knew that the other party wanted to gain the upper hand with a show of strength. In front of so many people, he naturally couldn't be weak. "Okay, I'll drink first!" After saying that, he directly removed the clay seal, picked up the wine jar, and began to drink.
Ah Lan was stunned. He thought that the other party would try to reject him. He didn't expect him to start drinking so quickly. He couldn't help but doubt his life. Was he really good at drinking?
But thinking about it, no matter how good the Japanese were at drinking, he calmed down a little. Seeing that the other party had already started drinking, he quickly picked up the jar and started drinking as well.
Song Qingshu had been trained in modern high-purity distilled wines. These so-called strong wines from ancient times were nothing to him. In fact, he might not lose if he drank according to his actual drinking capacity. However, this was not a competition between close friends, so he wouldn't really drink.
When the wine entered his throat, he immediately used his inner force to envelop it. It didn't really enter his stomach. Although he didn't know the Six Pulse Godly Sword, his sword aura could completely force the wine out. However, he was worried that he would expose himself if he forced the wine out in front of so many people. So, he temporarily stored it in his body and waited for a chance to force it out.
Amidst the cheers of the people around them — of course, they were mainly cheering for Ah Lan. People like the Shuiyue Sect naturally didn't have many friends — the two of them quickly finished their jars.
Bang!
Song Qingshu threw the wine jar on the ground and smashed it to pieces, indicating that there was no wine left in it. Then he said heroically, "Again!"
After saying that, he picked up another jar of wine. Ah Lan had just finished a jar of wine and felt tipsy. His face was flushed red and he felt a little dizzy. When he realized that the other party was completely fine, he started to panic.
"Don't be afraid. He's probably just bluffing." Princess Yalun came to his side and comforted him softly.
Alan calmed down immediately. He remembered that he had met people who were shameless when they drank in the past, but who knew if they would pass out the next moment.
Because of the Matriarch's encouragement, his morale was greatly boosted. He could hold more than one jar of wine, so he quickly picked up a jar and started drinking.
Song Qingshu quietly observed the reactions of the crowd as he drank. Seeing Alan and Daren's flushed face and the curious and shocked gazes of the others, he suddenly realized that he had to put on a show. Otherwise, it might raise suspicions if someone heard about it.
He wasn't sure if anyone in Helin City knew about the true alcohol tolerance of the Water Moon Sect. At the same time, he was worried that the experts would suspect that he was using his inner force to dissolve the wine.
Therefore, he really drank thirty percent of the wine and used his sword Qi to dissolve the remaining seventy percent. As expected, he soon looked tipsy.
Seeing that his body was swaying, Ah Lan was overjoyed. 'I thought you were pretending to be weak. I didn't expect you to be at this level.' Chinese.
Soon, the second jar of wine was finished. Song Qingshu put down the jar and burped loudly. His body swayed and he didn't speak for a long time.
Ah Lan threw the wine jar in his hand heavily on the ground and laughed loudly. "Again … again …" Even though he was also very dizzy, he felt that the other party was already at his limit. All he needed was a little more strength.
Song Qingshu pretended to be in a difficult position. After a long time, he snorted and said, "Come … Come on. Who … who's afraid of who!"
Then, the two of them started drinking the third jar. This time, the speed of both parties slowed down. Ah Lan drank as he waited for the other party to faint. Although the other party's body was unstable, he didn't faint even after finishing the third jar.
"I … Let's see … how much more can you drink …" Ah Lan went all out and continued drinking the fourth jar, then the fifth …
Bang!
Ah Lan finally couldn't take it anymore. He fell to the ground stiffly. The wine jar in his hand was smashed to pieces and the wine inside spilled all over the ground.
Only then did Song Qingshu put down the wine jar. He looked at the crowd in a drunken state. "It seems like I won?"
Ya Lun's face was pale. Even though he looked like he was going to fall with a gust of wind, he still didn't fall. Ah Lan was already unconscious. The Mongolians had always been straightforward. They couldn't do something like not admitting defeat.
Ali Buge stood up and clapped his hands to congratulate Ah Lan. "You really have a good alcohol tolerance. You've really opened my eyes today."
Even the kings of the Chagatai faction looked at him with warm eyes. They all gave him their admiration and compliments.
As Song QingShu replied, he complained that the Mongolian wine culture was really a hard currency. As long as you could drink, you could win respect and fame. In history, there were not many Mongolian emperors who lived long. Most of them died when they were in the prime of their lives. Most of them had something to do with the damage to their bodies due to excessive drinking. To be able to drink to such an extent was really shocking.
"Your alcohol tolerance is really admirable. I've lost the bet. I'll pour some wine for you now." Ya Lun was straightforward. After instructing his subordinates to help Ah Lan down to take care of him, he stood up and offered to fulfill the bet.
The barrier between men and women in Mongolia wasn't that serious. Thus, Ali Buge and the others only smiled and looked at everything. They didn't think that there was anything wrong with it.
"Then … thank you, Princess." Song Qingshu picked up a bowl and handed it over. He observed the woman in front of him closely. She was different from the other Mongolians. Her eyebrows were curved, her mouth was small, and her skin was white. She looked more like a lady from a wealthy family in Jiangnan. She was indeed a beautiful woman. It was a pity that such a woman was destined to slowly wither and grow old alone.
"Hold your hand steady." Ya Lun hugged the wine jar. She noticed that his bowl kept swaying back and forth, making it difficult for her to hold it steady.
"Forgive me, Princess. I … drank too much just now. I'm seeing … double." In order to cooperate with her, Song Qingshu took a step forward. In the end, he stepped on the broken pieces of the wine jar and slipped. He lost his balance and fell down.
Ya Lun gasped. She instinctively wanted to support him, but how could she bear his weight? The two of them rolled into a ball.
"How dare you offend the Princess!" Ya Lun's subordinates all pulled out their scimitars and rushed over.
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