Chapter 16
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Bai, who seemed to be unconscious at first, stretched out a hand and placed it on the book very steadily.
"One day? It's 24 hours, right?" Ling Bai said.
"That's right! At this time tomorrow, I will test the results of your practice!"
"No problem! A warship...I want good wine!"
After Ling Bai finished speaking, he twitched his hand and put the book away.
"Aren't you drunk?"
Gumil's eyes widened and he let go of Ling Bai.
But as soon as he let go, Ling Bai rolled directly to the ground, unable to stand firm.
"Why did you push me..."
Ling Bai stared at Gumil with resentment, tried to stand up, slid his feet horizontally on the ground for a few times, and then gave up.
"It seems that he is drunk..."
Zefa chuckled and thought Ling Bai was very interesting.
Anyway, I explained clearly, didn't say much, turned around and left.
Gumir stood there, looking at Ling Bai who was rolling on the ground strangely.
"Is this kid really drunk or pretending to be drunk?"
He couldn't understand or comprehend it.
Ling Bai's negotiating momentum when he accepted the book just now didn't look like he was drunk at all.
"A person is not drunk when he is drunk with wine, and a person is not drunk when he is drunk..."
Ling Bai seemed to be talking to himself.
Then he suddenly raised his head, looked at Gumil, and showed a meaningful smile.
"you!!!"
Gumil subconsciously took a few steps back.
A feeling of extreme horror lingered in my heart.
Just as he was about to say something, he found a huge snot bubble hanging on Ling Bai's face.
Extremely loud snoring came from Ling Bai's mouth.
Suddenly, the snot bubbles burst, and the smile on Ling Bai's face became even stronger!
"One warship's worth of wine...hehehe...one warship's worth of wine..."
Hearing this voice, Gumil's eyelids shrank.
"It seems that I am overthinking..."
Shit people are always drunk, this must be a cliché that this kid has been using for years to show off!
He immediately knelt down and said to Ling Bai: "Boy, promise me, you will stay in confusion until tomorrow and don't do anything. From now on, I will personally teach you! Let you, a layman, become an outstanding swordsman!"
"Who asked you to teach me! I am... a genius!"
Who would have thought that Ling Bai would pick up the conversation again.
His eyes suddenly opened wide, he opened the book and began to read seriously.
Gumil took a look and realized that this brat had even held the book upside down!
"Then come on!"
Gumir patted Ling Bai on the shoulder and finally walked away relieved.
"Study, study! I only have study in my heart!"
Ling Bai didn't even blink, as if he wanted to stare right through the book.
But after a while, he found that he couldn't understand a word.
At this time, a slender and smooth hand stretched out and changed the direction of the book for Ling Bai.
Ling Bai suddenly realized that he had held the book upside down!
"Oh, that's it, I mean I don't know a single word...Thank you!"
Ling Bai looked up, only to find that there was no one in front of him.
He scratched his head and continued reading without paying attention.
A few more minutes passed.
Ling Bai's eyelids had already begun to fight.
I still haven’t read a single word in the book!
"Learn! Learn shit!" Ling Bai shouted.
If you have this skill, you might as well drink!
Ling Bai closed the book and muttered in his heart.
"System, turn this book into wine for me...".
Chapter 21: Divinely Delicious Book and Wine (Please give me flowers!)
"Ding - the transformation is completed, you will get a pot of Daigo Shujiu, a divine product. After drinking it, you will feel like you are enlightened, and your paper painting skills will be MAX!"
The system beep sounded, and Ling Bai shivered and woke up quite a bit.
"Another divine product?"
Ling Bai looked at the converted Daigo Shujiu and felt confused.
"System, is it so easy to taste wine now? Can a book be transformed into a magic wine?"
"Ding - after systematic appraisal, the transformation material contains an original copy of an ancient book, with the handwriting of the founder of paper painting, the insights and experiences of those who have practiced paper painting in the past generations, and Zefa's detailed annotations and explanations. It is a divine product, correct!"
After hearing this, Ling Bai really remembered.
When he was reading the book just now, there were indeed more than a dozen pages that were obviously yellowed, and the handwriting on the book was not written by one person.
It's no wonder that Ling Bai can't figure it out. If Gumir knew that Zefa gave the original manuscript of the Six Styles to Ling Bai, he would definitely be even more confused.
In the navy, only those with outstanding merits can apply for the Six Types original manuscript to learn from.
The Six-Style Manuscript records the experiences and insights of generations of navy masters. Many people who have read the Six-Style Manuscript can innovate and develop their own exclusive Six-Style!
In fact, Zefa's importance to Ling Bai has already exceeded Gumir's imagination!
"So... study? Just study! Doesn't drinking sound good to him?"
Ling Bai's eyes quickly became blurred.
Open Daigo Shujiu and get initiated directly!
It has a bit of ink smell, a bit of paper fragrance, and a bit of wasted time. However, all the flavors are blended by a strong scent of sake, which is incomparably harmonious!
Ling Bai felt as if he was in the depths of the bamboo forest, with a book full of ink!
At the same time, Ling Bai's thoughts on the use and perception of paper painting were precipitated in his mind.
Gradually, it merges with the feeling of drunkenness...
...
The next day, G-2 branch square.
Navy personnel below the general level received orders to begin active preparations for the annual naval competition in one month's time.
Ever since it was still dark, the sound of training has never stopped coming from the big phone in the square.
It was not until noon that Gumil received Penn's report in the Lieutenant General's office.
"What you said is true?!"
Gumil swallowed his saliva, his expression was surprised and happy!
"It's absolutely true! I have never been as powerful as I am now. Although there is no test, I think I can hack two warships in a row!"
Penn said happily.
He took off his navy uniform and showed Gumil his swollen muscles.
"How many people are like this in the navy?" Gumil asked.
"About a hundred or so! Each one seems to have been transformed. If the Daoli equipment is still there, it will definitely be able to produce exciting figures!"
"More than a hundred?"
Gumil suddenly stood up from his seat, his surprise palpable.
The team competition is for hundreds of people. Such a coincidence, maybe God is helping!
"And I have also investigated that the ones with the most obvious increase in strength were the dozens of people who were most seriously injured that day!"
"you mean......"
Gumil and Penn looked at each other and thought of a possibility at the same time!
"Shabu-shabu wine?"
Gumil pondered.
"That's right!" Penn said firmly.
"In addition to healing injuries, can it also increase people's strength? No way...and I also drank a lot that day, so I don't feel much..."
"Lieutenant General, your physique is already much stronger than ours, maybe it's just that the changes are not obvious!"
Peng En said, moved closer and whispered, "And don't you think the power of that boy Ling Bai is too strong?"
"You mean...it's all the wine?"
"Ordinary wine will definitely have no effect, but he seems to have something!"
With that said, Penn took out a wine bottle.
Empty, clean, not a drop of wine left.
"What's this?"
Gumil looked around and saw nothing special about it.
Then he took the empty wine bottle from Penn's hand and looked at it carefully.
For some reason, he always felt familiar.
"I picked it up from Ling Bai. You can see the fine lines on it. It's not the standard wine within our navy! By the way, there's another one here!"
Penn took out another wine bottle and handed it to Gumil.
Gumil held the two wine bottles in his hands. For some reason, the feeling of one in each hand was extremely familiar.
"How come it's so familiar?"
Gumil couldn't understand.
This is the first time I’ve seen the style of a hip flask, but it always feels like it’s in my hand, as if he’s been holding it for many years.
After thinking about it for a long time, I still didn't understand where the feeling came from.
"Lieutenant General...I have an idea!"
Penn's terrifying face suddenly made him feel embarrassed.
Looking at Penn's squirming look, Gumil looked weird and felt a little disgusted.
"If you have anything to say, just say it!" Gumil urged as he looked away.
"Lieutenant General! Should we...want...to have a quickie again?"
"What did you say?"
Gumil thought he heard wrongly.
He looked at Penn, then at the empty wine bottle in his hand, and couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.
