Sure enough, with Jian Ruochen's explanation, Ye Fei's eyes lit up, and when Jian Ruochen finished speaking, he thought about it, and Jian Ruochen retired with a smile when he saw that his goal had been achieved.

When Jian Ruochen left the Vermilion Bird Hall, she was refreshed, things were developing in the direction she wanted, and at this time, she really wanted to have a drink.

If you have a business partner, you can also get together for a while, you don't have to say anything, as long as you just say a few words, you can understand the feeling of wanting to show your strength, it doesn't matter, as long as there is a little bit of atmosphere.

Jian Ruochen did not return to his small courtyard, but left the outer door.

It was noon, the sun was thick, Jian Ruochen climbed a gentle slope at will, the farther away from the outer door, the more slowly the hillside was a slow one, Jian Ruochen found a slightly flat place, sat on the stone, and felt out a bottle of spirit wine.

I didn't take the wine glass, just unscrewed the lid, raised my head and took a sip, compared with the old liquor, the spirit wine was less spicy, and more was the intoxication of the body and mind after entering the stomach.

Jian Ruochen didn't use her spiritual power to refine the spirit wine, she only let her body feel this little bit of alcohol, and when the second sip of spirit wine entered her stomach, the feeling of being slightly intoxicated made her can't help but amplify her senses.

Jian Ruochen knows the danger of drunkenness, and in the past few decades of her life, she has never been drunk, even if it is slightly drunk.

But she liked the feeling of alcohol entering her body, she liked the feeling of being eroded by alcohol, but not anesthetized, because now her senses were clearer, and everything around her was magnified.

She still remembers that someone commented on her drinking, saying that after drinking, she would inexplicably be more aggressive, sharp, and sharp, and she didn't dare to let people look at her.

She knew the reason, only at this time, she would use the slight power of alcohol to indulge her feelings, not to restrain her emotions, she knew that she had a bit of tyrannical factor in her bones, and after that shot, she was completely released.

Normally, she can pretend to be approachable, but occasionally, she wants to be released.

However, she never lost her mind because of this, and her tyranny only made her seem more awe-inspiring and inviolable, and at this time, she would no longer drink, and she would never put herself in an uncontrollable position.

Just like now, after she drank two sips of spiritual wine, she only felt that the wind blowing on her face was lighter, and wherever she looked, the insects and ants were actually lying on the ground, she smiled coldly, the spiritual power flowed, and the spirit of the wine was dissolved, and the spiritual energy in the spiritual wine was quickly integrated into the meridians.

The feeling of scolding Fang Ruo just now quietly disappeared, and she became the previous Jian Ruochen again, the subtle, quiet, and seemingly clear Jian Ruochen of everything.

Shaking the spirit wine in his hand, Jian Ruochen suddenly lost interest in drinking.

With a flick of her hand, the spirit wine disappeared, and the Xuantie Mother Knife fell on her hand, this swarthy mother knife had already absorbed her blood today, but as soon as she left the storage bag at this time, she struggled and trembled excitedly in Jian Ruochen's hand again.

As time passed, it became less and less satisfied with a few drops of blood every day, and Jian Ruochen could almost tell by the trembling of its hand that it was eager for bloodthirsty.

Jian Ruochen's left index finger slowly approached the dark and thick blunt blade of the Xuantie Mother Knife, and stopped at a distance of only one finger, the Xuantie Mother Knife felt the approach of the fingers, and suddenly gave birth to a force that wanted to get rid of the restraints, but under Jian Ruochen's firm grasp, it was difficult to advance.

"Huh. Jian Ruochen chuckled, and his index finger slowly approached the blade, but in the expectation of the blade, it landed on the thick back of the knife.

The Xuantie Mother Knife, which was stimulated by fresh flesh and blood, shook wildly, as if the bloodthirsty demon inside it had been awakened, and the index finger and thumb of Jian Ruochen's left hand suddenly gathered together and flicked lightly on the back of the knife.

"Hum-" The blade of the Xuantie Mother Knife suddenly hummed, and this time, Jian Ruochen did not use spiritual power, just the power of simple fingers.

It's not that the fingers are so powerful, it's that the Darkiron Mother Knife is furious.

Jian Ruochen chuckled again, shook the mother knife in her hand, with a slight mockery, and then slowly sent her fingers up, this time, her fingers stayed on the blade for a little longer, she watched the blood from the finger wound be absorbed by the mother knife almost instantly, and watched the entire finger turn white almost immediately before moving away.

The mother knife trembled, this time it was a trembling of satisfaction after drinking more blood than usual, and it was also a trembling of more thirst for blood, Jian Ruochen stared at the mother knife until it slowly subsided.

Jian Ruochen didn't know if it was right for her to feed the Xuantie Mother Knife with her own blood, but she instinctively felt that she had to sacrifice this Mother Knife before letting it drink the blood of other monks.

Sacrificing a magic weapon is just to leave your own essence blood and divine consciousness imprint on the magic weapon, and the essence blood has not been left yet, but the blood is enough, but the divine consciousness is ...... Jian Ruochen kept hesitating.

She believed in her sanity and sanity, and in her determination, but she was not yet conceited enough to withstand the onslaught of her sense.

After thinking about it for a while, she still sighed slightly in her heart, and took the Xuantie mother knife back into the storage bag.

After this, she also calmed down completely, and stood up and was about to walk to the outer door, but when she got up and turned back, she saw several people walking over from the col, and when she saw her move to go down the mountain, they stood down.

There were five people in total, and the one in the middle was dressed in a moon-white inner door robe, although he had tied his hair in a bun, his hair was hanging down, and he was a little messy in the mountain wind, and a pair of slightly evil eyes were looking upward, and when the four eyes were facing each other, he bent the corners of his mouth to Jian Ruochen.

There are four people around him, all dressed in outer clothes, and one of them is Jian Ruochen's dealing.

Jian Ruochen immediately knew who this inner door monk was.

The son of Fan Changli, the master of the refining hall, is also known as the third son Fan Angui, it seems that this is out of the customs.

The two looked at each other for a while, Jian Ruochen walked down slowly, stood down when he was more than twenty steps away from the third son, and clasped his fists with both hands: "I've seen the third son." ”

When Fan Angui heard Jian Ruochen's title, he raised his eyebrows, and a person next to him shouted: "Bold, I know that it is the third son, and I still don't bow down?"

Jian Ruochen glanced at the man stingily from the corner of his eyes, his eyes were still on Fan Angui's face, the corners of his lips were slightly touched, and he teased: "Seeing that the third prince needs to kneel and worship, does the third prince like the etiquette of mortals?"

What else did the person next to him say, as soon as Fan Angui stretched out his hand and stopped the person, Jian Ruochen noticed that Fan Angui's outstretched hand was slender and fair, and it was very good-looking.

"Miss Jane, I heard that I have been in retreat for a few years, and you have taken up all the limelight from the outer door?" Fan Angui's voice is very good, it is the kind of neutral voice, slightly low, with a lazy charm.