I! Poetry, Wine and Swordsman

A poem, a fight of wine, a long song, a sword to the end of the world. Half a poem, half a bowl of tea, half a short shirt, and half a painting. "Come and do it." Wu Feng was wearing a long robe, holding a sword in his right hand, holding up a wine gourd in his left hand, and poured a thin stream of wine into his mouth from the air. Then, he pulled out the sword with his right hand and inserted it back. A pale white sword energy streaked across the giant beast's head. "It's boring." Wu Feng shook his head, "I'm going to buy a drink." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.