At night, the city of Qixian is lit up like daylight by hanging lights and thousands of lights.

Under a house near the water, the reflection of the lights on the water illuminates the small bridge and flowing water, like a Milky Way.

Jian Wuji held a green grass in his mouth, and held a rusty iron sword in his arms, leaning against the fence, looking at the thin stream of water in the night, not knowing what he was thinking.

A middle-aged man with a gentle appearance and a tall figure, strolling here, he stopped and looked at Jian Wuji who was stunned.

Jian Wuji retracted his thoughts and didn't look back, he still looked at the flowing water around him, and asked, "You have been following me for a long time, and you are finally willing to show up, I thought you would keep hiding." ”

The middle-aged man, who had not deliberately hidden his whereabouts, introduced himself: "The contemptible person's name is Zhou Zehai, and he is the head of the Qi Heng Sword Sect. ”

"What is your relationship with the Bright Moon Sword Pavilion, why do you want to fight on behalf of the Bright Moon Sword Pavilion?"

Jian Wuji said expressionlessly: "When I was crossing the river at Dadukou, I met an old man and taught him two tricks at random, so he asked me to come here to participate in this martial arts. ”

Zhou Zehai frowned and asked, "Who is that old man?"

"He calls himself the ancestor of the Bright Moon Sword Pavilion, I don't know if it's true or not, but I heard that there was a fight here, so I came, but I didn't expect it to be some wine bags and rice bags!"

Jian Wuji's face showed a look of disappointment.

Zhou Ze smiled at the poster, and the wine bag and rice bag in Jian Wuji's mouth were his personal disciples.

Looking at Jian Wuji's right foot on the fence, as well as the pair of worn-out straw sandals, Zhou Zehai asked, "You...... Do you need hedron or silver?"

"Your words, that Bright Moon Sword Pavilion Ancestor also asked me, my answer is still the same, no need!"

Jian Wuji waved his hand, turned his head to look at Zhou Zehai, and said with a smile: "I am different from those people who were born with golden keys, I have to do my best just to live. ”

"As far as I'm concerned, there is no difference between Mai straw sandals and brocade clothes. ”

Jian Wuji picked up the iron sword in his hand and finally said to Zhou Zehai: "It's enough to have 'her'!"

Zhou Zehai looked at this incredible young man, and asked with a solemn face, "Are you willing to inherit the position of the head of the Qi Heng Sword Sect!?"

"I don't want to!"

"The position of the head of the Bright Moon Sword Pavilion is not uncommon to me!"

When Zhou Zehai heard this, he smiled helplessly, it turned out that the ancestor of the Bright Moon Sword Pavilion had also said this to this young man......

Zhou Zehai looked at the young man's deep eyes and said sincerely: "Then can we make friends?"

This Jian Wuji's future achievements are destined to be extraordinary, since he can't be accepted as a disciple, it's not bad to make a friend, after all, cultivating immortals is like life, many friends and many paths.

Jian Wuji turned his head again and asked, "Do you have any wine?"

Zhou Zehai said proudly: "Then there is a sword cultivator without wine! Of course I have it!"

Jian Wuji took out the wine gourd pinned to his waist and stretched it out, "Fill the wine, we will be friends." ”

Zhou Zehai took the wine gourd, this is just an ordinary gourd, not a treasure container, it can hold half a liter of wine at most.

......

Xiao Yunchuan stepped on the reflection of the lights and walked alone in the busy night market.

He was dressed in a green shirt, with a slender figure and a clear appearance, which attracted the attention of many female friars.

The slanting sun jade liquid in the sword cultivation gourd has been drunk, and the wine worms in Xiao Yunchuan's stomach have started to make noise again, he started drinking at first, just to extract spiritual power, but I don't know when he started to become addicted to this damn thing......

Stop and stop along the way, and follow the traces of the wine shop.

But right......

People who are accustomed to drinking the slanting sun jade liquid will find it difficult to eat ordinary wine.

Along the way, every time he walked into a wine shop, Xiao Yunchuan was full of expectations, but when he came out, he returned disappointed with a disappointed face.

"Shopkeeper, do you have any alcohol?"

The shopkeeper of the wine shop took out a pot of fruit wine and said, "This is a kind of fruit wine, three low-grade spars and a liter, how much do you want?"

Xiao Yunchuan just smelled it, and felt that this wine tasted a little rancid, he walked out of the wine shop angrily, scolding in his heart, blaming the damn slanting sun jade liquid!

I don't know if it's because of the alcohol addiction, or if he has hallucinations, he actually smells a smell of wine that is not inferior to the jade liquid of the slanting sun.

Following the aroma of wine, Xiao Yunchuan walked towards the house by the stream, and then he saw Zhou Haifeng who was filling Jian Wuji with wine.

Xiao Yunchuan looked at the wine leaning down towards the gourd, and asked timidly: "This senior, take offense, are you selling wine?"

Zhou Zehai glanced at Xiao Yunchuan, and said angrily: "Two medium-grade spars for one liter, do you want them?"

Xiao Yunchuan took out the sword cultivation gourd, and said with a happy face: "Help me fill it up!"

Zhou Zehai was also speechless, Zihua Agar Jelly has a maximum of one medium-grade spar per liter, he is really not a lion with a big mouth, he just wants to quote a high price, so that this young man will retreat, after all, there is not much wine in his wine gourd, and he has to keep it for himself.

"Young man, in the world of cultivating immortals, the weak eat the strong, so don't show your wealth at will. ”

Xiao Yunchuan said nonchalantly: "The senior has a good face, and at first glance he is not a vicious and evil person, and I know the senior, you are the head of the Qi Heng Sword Sect, and when the lot is drawn today, you are in front of our Liyang Sect." ”

He handed the wine gourd to Zhou Zehai again, "The head of the Qi Heng Sword Sect, such a prominent position, is naturally a spit foam and a nail, and two medium-grade spars are a liter, please help me fill it up." ”

Zhou Zehai was helpless, took the sword gourd, began to pour wine, and said in his mouth: "For the sake of the same sect alliance, I will sell you two bars." ”

Zhou Zehai said that it was two taels, but he poured a liter for Xiao Yunchuan, and he also kept some of it.

Xiao Yunchuan took out two spars and handed them over.

Zhou Haifeng waved his hand and refused: "Excuse me! If you parents know about this, you will still think that I am pit the junior's spade." ”

Xiao Yunchuan first took back the sword gourd, then took back the spar, and then said with a hypocritical smile on his face: "The seniors are high-spirited, and the juniors admire." ”

Looking at Jian Wuji, who was sitting on the fence drinking alone, Xiao Yunchuan accosted: "Isn't this Jian Wuji brother?" My name is Xiao Yunchuan, we have eaten steamed buns together, do you remember?"

Jian Wuji got up and didn't answer Xiao Yunchuan's words, for some reason in his heart, he was a little resistant to the young man in front of him, and just said to Zhou Zehai: "I'm leaving." ”

Xiao Yunchuan, who was bored with himself, shook his head, and said goodbye to Zhou Zehai, and went in the opposite direction of Jian Wuji.

The two of them each probed into a corner, went in opposite directions, and gradually drifted apart.