Misty Rain of the Old Times

Chapter 202 What's Next?
People who often get drunk know that when they drink to a certain level, they will be in a state of extreme excitement. They think their mind is extremely clear, but in fact both their body and mind are very dull, and they don’t even know what they are doing. This is commonly known as blackout.

In this state, drinking is like drinking water. Your nerves are paralyzed by alcohol and you can no longer taste much of the alcohol. Good wine and bad wine all taste the same, and you feel like you can drink as much as you want.

Wu Junyao is in this state right now. His complexion is still good, but his eyes are blurred and his whole body is staggering as if he is about to fall down at any time.

Most people who can't get drunk easily are the ones who get drunk easily.

At the wine table, he poured one glass after another into his mouth, occasionally looking behind the screen, listening to the sound of the bathing water, looking at the swaying figure on the screen, he felt dry mouth and tongue, the more wine he drank, the thirstier he became.

In fact, his vision was already blurred, and everything he saw was double, but he just felt that he couldn't see enough. Beauty is most beautiful before you get it, and you will have endless fantasies about it. But after getting it and pulling up your pants, you will just feel that it's nothing special.

In their sensory blind spot, Chen Xuan sat there swaggeringly, not even avoiding people, but no one noticed his presence. This was what was called the darkest place under the lamp.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Chen Xuan raised his hand and pointed at Wu Junyao in the air, and the invisible energy hit his sleeping point.

The next moment, Wu Junyao, with a blurry look in his eyes and a smile on his face, closed his eyes and fell onto the table.

But just as he made this move, Chen Xuan waved towards him again, and the invisible innate true energy enveloped him, like a big hand taking him away from his seat and throwing him into the corner silently.

During the process, Wu Junyao's festive clothes were stripped off by his innate true qi and put on Chen Xuan. Everything happened silently.

He stood up like a wisp of green smoke and sat down at the table. When Chen Xuan sat in the seat before Wu Junyao, he had completely turned into Wu Junyao, with the same figure, appearance, expression and behavior. The confused look in his eyes after being drunk was the same, and even the crude internal energy that Wu Junyao practiced was no different!

Unless they are his biological parents, no one, no matter how close they are to him, can tell that Wu Junyao has become a different person.

This is the brilliance of Chen Xuan's disguise technique. He has simply become another person.

What he performed was not a simple disguise, but an extremely magical skill. It was one of the skills that Lao Liu left to him, called the Thousand Illusions Technique. It could not only imitate a person's appearance, figure, and voice, but also their expression, behavior, and even their aura and temperament!
After observing Wu Junyao for so long, it was not difficult for Chen Xuan to do this.

According to what Gao Jingyu said at the time, Gao Mingdao's disguise skills are to a certain extent able to change his external appearance, and even make it difficult to tell whether he is male or female!

Unfortunately, the Thousand Illusions Technique is such a 'perverted' technique. With Chen Xuan's talent in martial arts, he had already practiced this technique to a very high level, but apart from practicing it, he had never really used it. Now that he has reached the innate realm, he can use it with ease and can become another person in the blink of an eye.

If he wanted to, he could even create a "bulge" on his chest, change the alignment of his bones, or even shrink his penis into his abdomen, transforming his physical appearance into that of a woman, making it impossible to tell the real from the fake. But he didn't have such a perverted hobby, and he had never tried it, not even when he was practicing, really...

However, appearance is easy to change, and aura and temperament can be simulated, but some things cannot be truly made exactly the same, such as palm prints, irises, genes, growing hair and nails out of thin air, etc.

Of course, it's not that the Thousand Illusions Technique can't do these things, but Chen Xuan's cultivation is not enough now. According to the information Lao Liu gave Chen Xuan, if his cultivation level reaches above that of a grandmaster, he can at least transcend the tribulation. His spirit can resonate with the realm of heaven and earth. By practicing the Thousand Illusions Technique, he can take a drop of blood or a hair from others and absorb the breath inside, just like extracting genes. By practicing this technique, he can really become exactly the same as others. The only difference is that he does not have the other person's thoughts and memories.

The Thousand Illusions Technique is so perverted. If used properly, it has endless uses. It does not increase a person's combat power, but sometimes it is more useful than directly increasing combat power.

Having even witnessed the equivalent of soul leaving the body, Chen Xuan was not unable to accept this perverted martial arts technique. Even at the level above the Grandmaster level, there were martial arts techniques that could read other people's memories and even control their thoughts!
The prerequisite is to have the corresponding cultivation and skills, and to practice them well, otherwise it will all be nonsense.

This is not a simple world of martial arts. Some martial arts methods have surpassed common sense in martial arts and subverted common sense. They can achieve the level that only immortal heroes and fantasy in Chen Xuan’s memory can achieve, or even surpass it. For example, when reaching the level of human immortals, picking stars and taking the moon is not impossible!
This time he transformed into Wu Junyao, of course not to replace the other party in doing that despicable thing, but to "help him".

He, who had 'become' Wu Junyao, stood up with blurry eyes, burped and said incoherently, "You are as beautiful as jade and more charming than flowers. My lady, please take a bath and change your clothes quickly, and then we will make love later. Hiccup..."

The voice is exactly the same as Wu Junyao's, and it is impossible to tell the difference.

As he spoke, Chen Xuan staggered and almost fell, and only managed to hold on to the table to avoid falling.

"My dear husband, please be careful. I will be well soon," Hong Lei said shyly and timidly.

Chen Xuan chuckled and said, "It's a beautiful day and scenery, and this young master suddenly had a burst of inspiration and wrote a masterpiece. It will surely be passed down through the ages. How can I enjoy such a masterpiece alone? I have to share it with you..."

After stammering these words, Chen Xuan staggered, picked up the wine jug and took a few gulps, then staggered to the window and pushed it open. He climbed onto the windowsill and could see the hall of the Wenxiang Pavilion below.

"Master, what's wrong with you..." Wu Junyao's servant outside the door immediately stepped forward and asked with concern.

Chen Xuan waved his hand and said in Wu Junyao's usual drunken tone: "Go away and don't disturb this young master's elegant mood."

When Wu Junyao was drunk, he'd go berserk and hit anyone who dared cross him. His urge to show off was also strong, and the Wu family's servants were accustomed to this. Seeing that he was fine, they could only stand aside, watching anxiously, ready to come over at any moment, without the slightest suspicion that their young master had been replaced. The girl with red tears, still bathing, chuckled slightly, wondering if he could produce any masterpiece like this, but she didn't say anything to interrupt him. Having spent years in the Fragrance Pavilion, she'd seen many people let loose their bestiality and even poetic impulses when drunk, and it was nothing new. Whether good or bad, it was all for fun, and no one took it seriously. However, there were also some truly excellent works produced after being drunk, and she wanted to hear what this young master Wu could come up with.

The servants of the Wu family thought that the young master was here again. Although they had composed many doggerel poems in the past, and occasionally there were a few lines that came across well, could they not take it easy? Aren’t there enough jokes to go around?
It was precisely because Chen Xuan knew that Wu Junyao had a strong desire to show off when he was drunk, and would occasionally write poetry, and sometimes it was quite good, that he did this so that it would not seem abrupt afterwards, otherwise it would backfire.

Wu Junyao's previous poems can't be said to be completely useless. Occasionally, he could produce some remarkable poems. However, he was certainly not as talented as Ning Guiliang. He was neither better than the best nor worse than the worst. Therefore, despite his efforts to build his reputation over the years, his reputation was not very successful.

At this moment, Chen Xuan simply sat down on the windowsill, took another sip of wine, exhaled towards the hall below, and said: "Everyone, please be quiet for a moment and listen to me..."

Wu Junyao had taken first place, and this was already the focus of many people's attention. There were even people around who wanted to eavesdrop. As soon as he said this, many people looked over, curious to see what tricks Wu Junyao was going to play. Could he be generously preparing to let everyone watch? That would be so embarrassing.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Chen Xuan, wearing Wu Junyao's appearance, took another gulp of wine. With the smell of alcohol and a dazed look in his eyes, he staggered and said, "Tonight, I am the groom again. I was inspired and I occasionally composed a masterpiece. I want to tell you all about it... hiccups... listen carefully..."

"...last night's stars...last night's...wind, west of the painted building...east of the Guitang, well, and more, wait for me to have a drink, well, it's refreshing, then..."

At this point, Chen Xuan's hazy eyes seemed to clear up for a moment. He exhaled suddenly and said in a heroic voice: "I don't have the wings of a phoenix... double... double wings, but our hearts are connected... our hearts are connected... Heh..., well... our hearts are connected..."

With a clang, the wine jug in his hand fell down, and his whole body tilted, then fell headfirst into the house.

As he fell down, his figure was blocked by the wall and out of sight. At that moment, Chen Xuan raised his hand and gestured towards Wu Junyao in the corner. Then the guy flew into the air, and the clothes on Chen Xuan's body were taken off and put on him again.

From then on, Chen Xuan's performance ended, and the real Wu Junyao took his place and fell to the ground with a dull thud. It was obvious that he was inspired to recite a poem after getting drunk, but he passed out before he could finish it.

Anyway, after finishing the job, Chen Xuan disappeared like a wisp of smoke, and no one noticed his presence. Everything was done by Wu Junyao himself, and before leaving, he did not forget to untie the other party's sleeping acupoints.

But Wu Junyao, who was already blackout from drinking, fell asleep after being pressed for sleep. Even after being untied, he was still in a deep sleep. He didn't snore, but he was still shouting for more drinks, perfectly following Chen Xuan's previous rhythm.

Chen Xuan patted his butt and left, but Wu Junyao's commotion attracted so many people's attention. When the incomplete poem came out, no one paid attention before the first word came out, and some were even ready to laugh at the joke. But when the first sentence came out, the whole Wenxiang Pavilion fell silent.

Putting aside Wu Junyao's disjointed nonsense, I pondered the complete poem: "Last night the stars, last night the wind, west of the painted building, east of the osmanthus hall, without the wings of a colorful phoenix, our hearts are connected..."

There were many scholars and literati who came to Wenxiang Pavilion for fun. When they heard these words, they were shocked and even their scalps went numb. Some of them were almost sober.

Such a masterpiece, it is simply... simply... simply worth mentioning, and even praising it loudly can express one's emotions.

"What do you mean by telepathy? Hurry up and tell me, where is the person? Where did he die?"

"Isn't this torture? What's next?"

"Brother Wu, you are a real talent. I have seen a lot today, but can you please finish what you are saying before going to sleep? This is clearly not finished, okay?"

"No, Wu, you can't do this. You have to complete it for me today, or I'll never let you go!"

After a brief period of silence, the Wenxiang Pavilion suddenly exploded. Some people were intoxicated by those lines of poetry, but this was not complete at all. It made people feel itchy and confused. What kind of thing was this?

Scholars couldn't care less when their emotions got the better of them. Who was in charge? They had to give an explanation today. So some people went upstairs excitedly, intending to ask Wu Junyao for an explanation. Not to mention that he was drunk and fell asleep, even if he died, he had to stand up and complete his death before dying...

Chen Xuan, who had already gone far away, immediately vomited out all the wine he had drunk. He was not yet of drinking age, and he had no choice but to do it before. He just had to act it out, and it was all wrapped in true energy, so it was easy to spit it out.

I looked back in the direction of Wenxiang Pavilion and thought to myself, Xiao Wu, I have been very kind to you. Here is Mr. Li's famous quote, which has been passed down through the ages. It's a bargain for you, but it's less than half of it. It depends on you whether you can handle it.

Don't you want to praise Xiao Gao to death? Let me praise you too, and praise you directly to the sky. Compared with that, is your so-called praise to death really called praise to death? This is the real praise to death, killing without bloodshed!

"I'm too kind. Giving him such a big benefit is clearly repaying evil with kindness... Bah, how could I have such a thought? I'm blushing. Dirty, really dirty. I will never play such a dirty trick again. My teacher always taught me to be a gentleman."

When this thought popped up in his mind, Chen Xuan felt a chill and ran even faster.

He ran away, but the Wenxiang Pavilion was in an uproar...

(End of this chapter)