Chapter Ninety-Four: Drunkenness

But this is a good thing after all, and Mu Chen didn't pursue the reason anymore.

Anyway, his spiritual veins are already different from others, maybe it's really like the ghost-faced man said, he has taken some kind of elixir when he can't remember.

The night is quiet and beautiful, and the moon is in the sky.

He shuttled through the bamboo forest, leaving behind a spiritual light that emitted a faint red light, like a meteor.

He flew to the approximate location of the note drawn, and Mu Chen really saw someone standing on a stubborn stone, with a loose robe draped over his body, but he was not afraid of the cool autumn of this night.

He put his hands in his sleeve pockets, looking at the bright moon in the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

But Mu Chen just appeared, and he found out.

"Surnamed Mu, you're too slow, if I can't wait for you, I'll enjoy the wine alone!"

"Friend in a mask, I was suddenly invited here to meet you, and I thought you had brought something good, but it turned out to be just a few bottles of wine?"

"If I knew that, I wouldn't have flown here at night, I don't like to drink. ”

Mu Chen jumped off the jade sword and said helplessly.

But having said that, he was also happy to see this masked man on Zhushan.

After all, he was annoyed by Yu Sinian at the foothold of the Phantom Sword Alliance, and when he returned to the sect, he made two mistakes in succession, and he was depressed and had no way to tell, and he was talking to a like-minded friend.

Originally, he was used to practicing swords alone before going to Autumn City, but it was a little difficult to return to calm after experiencing the excitement.

"At first, I wasn't used to drinking, but if there was something troublesome in my heart, it would be comfortable to drink two sips. ”

"Let's try it first, this wine is not spicy. ”

Wuyi also jumped off the stone, took out a wine gourd from his sleeve pocket and threw it to Mu Chen.

"How do you know I'm troubled?"

"Hehe, just look at the expression on your face, don't look at you smiling all day long, real smile or fake smile, I can see through it at a glance. ”

Mu Chen didn't hide it anymore when he saw him say this, pulled out the stopper of the wine gourd, closed his eyes and frowned, and poured the wine in the pot into his throat in one go, waiting for the heartburn to come up.

Three seconds passed, not as spicy as I had in my impression, a little sour and a little sweet, fruity, and fragrant.

The one wearing the mask is not deceiving, this wine is not spicy, but he is a little dizzy after drinking.

Although it is not as choking as in Zhang Weimin's wine gourd, the fruit wine is easier to get on, Mu Chen took one sip after another, only feeling that he had never drunk such a delicious thing, and those boredoms also flew away suddenly.

Wine makes people forget their worries, and the ancients are right.

Seeing that he didn't know it, Wuyi snorted and laughed, and his previous thoughts disappeared at this moment, and he drank with Mu Chen.

When Mu Chen drank all the wine in his wine gourd, he leaned towards a bamboo in a daze, and looked at the masked man next to him with a red face.

"I said that ......."

"What's your name, the one who wears the mask, I can't keep calling you the one who wears the mask, right?"

"You know my name, but I don't know yours, it's not fair!"

Wuyi was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then laughed again, and also found a bamboo next to Mu Chen to lean on, looking at the bright moon in the sky, not knowing what to remember, and only spoke for a long time.

"How can there be any fairness in this world?"

"Surnamed Mu, do you know what the average life expectancy of those ordinary people under the mountain is?"

Wuyi asked calmly, Mu Chen thought about it carefully and shook his head.

"If you count cloth clothes alone, the average life expectancy of ordinary people is only 29 years. ”

"If you count those who wear fancy clothes, you can increase to thirty-five years old, which is only more than 30 years of ququ to complete your life. ”

"But if he is selected by the sect of the cultivation realm and becomes a cultivator, even if he only has the foundation building realm in his life, he can prolong his life and easily spend the year of the sixtieth year. ”

"If you can cross the threshold of foundation building, you will not encounter dangers such as catastrophes or going mad, and monks who have lived for a hundred years can be seen everywhere, not to mention entering the great realm of refining gods and returning to the void. ”

"The surname Mu, you said that even the lifespan of people in this world is not fair, how can there be any fairness?"

Mu Chen tilted his head and thought for a while, feeling that it seemed to be such a truth.

But he frowned again and hiccuped.

"Mask-wearing, you're changing the subject, don't think I can't hear when I'm drinking. ”

"Ha, I was found out by you, I thought you were drinking badly, but it turned out that you were just blushing and your mind was still very clear. ”

“......”

Mu Chen was a little speechless, he vaguely felt that the masked man seemed to think of himself as a fool, but seeing him sneaking into the bamboo forest in the middle of the night to invite himself to drink, it seemed that he would not tease himself like this.

Looking at the mask on Wuyi's face, Mu Chen asked again.

"Why do you keep wearing a mask and don't want others to see what you look like?"

He looked expectant and waited for a reply, but a woman's voice came from the woods, sharp and angry.

"Presumptuous!"

"My son-in-law invited you to eat and drink, which is already a great blessing for you!"

"You ask what you should ask, and you better not ask what you shouldn't, otherwise I won't be able to spare you!"

Mu Chen was taken aback by this sharp voice, turned his head to look for it, and saw the blue carp in a light blue gauze skirt looking at him angrily, but he didn't know what he said wrong, how wrong he was.

He staggered a few steps in the direction of the blue carp, even more puzzled.

"Mask-wearer, I wanted to ask when I saw you before, isn't it an ancestral rule that your family doesn't let people look at their faces?"

"The female cultivators on the Shenzhou Continent are too, they have to cover their faces with a veil, this veil is not completely blocked, but the half-covered and half-exposed ones are even more imaginative......"

As he spoke, Mu Chen suddenly sacrificed the Kunshan jade sword and picked it up towards the veil of the blue carp.

Lan Li looked at Wuyi and found that he did not stop Mu Chen, but looked at it with a playful face, knowing that his son was planning to watch the fire from the other side, and immediately sacrificed a pure blue fairy sword from the Qiankun bag.

The jade sword and the fairy sword collided in mid-air, and bursts of spiritual light swung out.

Seeing that this sword was soft and incomplete, and that it was an incomplete sword that had not yet been opened, Lan Li couldn't help but feel a little contempt in his heart, and snorted coldly.

She made a trick with both hands, and the fairy sword that bloomed with blue light picked the jade sword away, but when she wanted to attack again, she found that Mu Chen disappeared from the aura driven by the two swords.

"What about people?"

The smart eyes turned left and right, looking for the green shirt, but Mu Chen seemed to have completely disappeared from this bamboo forest, and only a faint blood light spread out from the jade sword floating in the air.

She looked at Wuyi for help, only to see Wuyi's gaze glancing in one direction, the blue carp instantly took out the sword, and the jade sword suddenly rushed from her side!

She froze instantly, but a hot breath breathed on the base of her neck, and with a light light on her ears, the pale blue veil drifted away with the wind and hung on the branches.

"Alas, why do you block your face when you look so good?"