After the wedding banquet in Ningwei Mansion, Ji Seventeen and Ye Linfeng continued to hurry, and unknowingly flew for a month, flew through the Central Domain, and arrived at the Western Boundary.

The Western Realm is a mysterious place, with many ancient Taoist temples and temples.

The master of cultivation lives in seclusion, which can be described as a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.

Ji Seventeen and Ye Linfeng ran all the way, sleeping in the open air, and their bodies gradually became tired, and when they saw a restaurant not far away, they wanted to come down to eat something and drink some wine to relieve their fatigue.

The name of this restaurant is Liuxianju, and it is also well-known in the local area.

The three big characters of Liuxianju in the restaurant are the title of Mo Santong, a famous loose cultivation iron sword holy book in the western world, everyone in the western world knows that there is a Mo three links, not because of his sword and pen, although it is called the iron sword holy book, but he cannot be the strongest.

It is only because of his lust that the whole Western Realm knows him, and the so-called three links are both swords, books, and women.

Especially for women, he visited almost all the green buildings in the Western Realm and slept in all the Oiran in the Western Realm. These are all things that Ye Linfeng and Ji Qiqi have heard from many people who are chatting, but they only know this person in general, but they are said to be a master.

Ye Linfeng only saw at a glance that Mo Santong's swordsmanship and calligraphy were indeed good, and the three characters of Liuxianju were strong and sharp, with iron hooks and silver strokes, as sharp as a sword.

Ye Linfeng loves words and calligraphy, and when he saw these words, an idea suddenly sprouted in Ye Linfeng's heart. Ye Linfeng said to Ji Seventeen as he walked towards the restaurant: "Second senior brother, I want to worship Mo Santong as a teacher and learn something from him." ”

Ji Qiqi laughed extremely obscene when he heard it, and said with a smile in a soft voice: "Hey, I really didn't expect you to be so good little junior brother, tsk." ”

"My thoughts are not so dirty. Ye Linfeng said, looking at Ji Seventeen like a fool.

"Okay, little junior brother, whatever you want. Ji XVII teased.

"We have to find a way to get to know Mo Santong, and we have to worship him as a teacher. Ye Linfeng thought in his heart, he was good at calculation, and he believed that this little thing would not be difficult for him.

The two of them walked into the restaurant, instructed the shopkeeper to pick a private room with a good view by the window for them, and ordered two plates of cooked beef, a plate of peanuts, a few plates of fresh and refreshing side dishes, and a pot of bamboo leaves.

Drinking wine, eating side dishes, looking at the small scenery outside the window, it was so comfortable.

Ji Seventeen and Ye Linfeng just picked up the pale cyan wine cup and prepared to have a drink.

At this moment, with a whoosh, a flying sword passed through the window, accompanied by a sharp chirp.

"Feng Ming Sword. Ji Qiqi blurted out, almost at the same time as raising the bamboo leaves in the pale cyan wine cup.

Ji Seventeen sealed with one hand, his index finger and middle finger together, and with a soft whistle in his mouth, he saw that the wine that was sprinkled by Yang flowed rapidly, and it turned into a mirror.

The appearance of the mirror is also quite special, with eight edges and eight corners, and the back of the mirror handle and mirror body are carved with strange small flowers.

Because it is formed by alcohol, the appearance is not clear.

The mirror surface of the mirror formed by the wine kept rotating, as if distorting and tearing the space, and for some reason, the sword that flew to the window with a chirp disappeared immediately, which was obviously the phantom or sword intent of the sword.

"Jiuhua Palace. Ji XVII said again.

The person who came turned out to be a person from Jiuhua Palace, and everyone in the cultivation world knew that Su Jiuyan, the head of Jiuhua Palace, had a Fengming sword and cultivated the Fengming sword technique.

The power of the Fengming Sword is really amazing, and Ji Seventeen understands that the person who came must be a disciple of Jiuhua Palace, and he has cultivated the Fengming Sword Technique.

If it was Su Jiuyan, the head of Jiuhua Palace, or Hua Ling, the number two person in Jiuhua Palace, I am afraid that Ji Seventeen and Ye Linfeng would have died in Huangquan.

But Ji Seventeen was really careless, he didn't expect that this disciple of Jiuhua Palace could send four swords in a row, and the speed was so fast that the younger generation was embarrassed.

Previously, a sword was pulled into another space by Ji Seventeen's mirror flower with illusion to make Feng Ming's sword intent illusion.

But this kind of spatial illusion requires a lot of mental power, and if it weren't for the crisis of the situation, Ji Seventeen would not have resorted to a spell used to save his life.

However, the sword intent of the last three swords that came one after another was that Ji Seventeen couldn't parry, this sword intent carried Zhang Jiuyan's sword intent, and it was obvious that this time the person who came must have been ordered by Zhang Jiuyan to take the mixed yuan immortal essence in Ye Linfeng's body.

"Sure enough, it is vicious enough, this sword intent clearly carries Zhang Jiuyan's sword intent. Ji Qiqi said to Ye Linfeng, who was sitting opposite, while a harrier turned over, jumped up from the seat, and landed spotlessly on the other side of the window.

I saw him raise his wide cuffs, and countless pieces of paper swirled rapidly towards the opposite side.

The pieces of paper are not ordinary pieces of paper, these pieces of paper seem to be attached to them, and the three strands of sword intent were actually blocked by force, but Ji Seventeen also paid the price, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

Ye Linfeng was also shocked at this time, he didn't do it before because he believed in the ability of the second senior brother Ji Seventeen, and Ji Seventeen was also a rare cultivation genius among the younger generation. However, these sword intents were endowed with part of the sword intent of Zhang Jiuyan, the head of Jiuhua Palace, which really made Ji Seventeen unable to parry.

Fortunately, Ji Seventeen broke these four sword intents and was safe for the time being. Unexpectedly, at the moment when Ji Seventeen broke these four sword intents, suddenly a majestic aura overwhelmed the entire restaurant, the red tiles on the roof of the building were shattered, and some of the things in the restaurant were also crushed by the huge air pressure.

The entire Liuxian Residence was crumbling, as if it was about to collapse, and the blood spurting out of Ji Seventeen's mouth stained the blood-red robe, blending with the color of the robe, and the handsome face looked even paler than before.

And Ye Linfeng couldn't bear this pressure, and he fell to the ground, and the lazy cat Huahua in the wooden box was almost shaken out before he could eat.

The guests in the restaurant fled in a hurry, leaving only a middle-aged man sitting calmly at the table.

There was snow outside the building, this snow was really a little weird, it was a June day, how could it be snowing.

The middle-aged man at the table didn't get a trace of dust, just calmly drank half a drop of unspilled sorghum red in his hand. Quietly chewing the peanuts of Hu Ji, a specialty of the Western Realm, his face is so calm and peaceful, as if he is slowly tasting delicious delicacies.

And the snow outside the window still kept falling, and the snowflakes seemed to condense their mental power, with a lot of breath fluctuations.

Seeing that the snow was falling heavier and heavier, Ji Qiqi and Ye Linfeng were almost unable to support it, their faces were as pale as paper, and the corners of their mouths were already dripping with blood.

The two of them wanted to be afraid that they would not be able to escape this fate, but they didn't want to die, they were unwilling, they wanted to know who the person who used the long-lost magic of "falling snow" was, and for the magic technique, Ji Seventeen and Ye Linfeng knew a little about the magic of "falling snow."

The so-called divine art does not mean the art created by the gods, but the collective name of many ancient inheritance techniques. Most of the current magic techniques have long been lost, and some even their names have disappeared in the torrent of time.

Now there are only three divine techniques that are generally known in the cultivation world, one is the Heavenly Monument, one is the Wind and Thunder, and the other is this falling snow. Although the magic of falling snow is generally known by people in the cultivation world, it rarely appears in the world. Just when the restaurant was about to collapse, a surprising thing happened. The snowflakes outside the window no longer fell to the restaurant, but seemed to be dispersed by a stronger breath than it, and they fell elsewhere, no longer having that kind of majestic pressure.

Ji Qiqi and Ye Linfeng breathed a long sigh of relief, their faces were still so pale, which showed how powerful the magic was just now.

Ye Linfeng and Ji Seventeen already understood at this time, maybe the middle-aged man sitting at the table who had not moved was their savior, and the magic just now was also broken by this middle-aged man.

Even a person with excellent cultivation talent like Ji Seventeen had to be amazed.

He was surprised not that the middle-aged man had broken this technique, but that the middle-aged man had not moved at all when he broke this technique. Maybe it's not that he's not moving at all, it's that you can't see him moving at all.

"I don't know why our predecessors want to stop us from exterminating the demons in the cultivation world. There was such a sentence outside the restaurant.

"You Laozi, what do I care about your uncle's eradication of the demons in the cultivation world, uncle, I want to drink and eat, I wanted to be quiet, but I was disturbed by a few of you, if I don't break your magic art, do I want to sit back and wait for you to kill me? After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he picked up a grain of Hu Ji peanut with chopsticks, threw it into his mouth and chewed it a few times, and then raised his head and drank a glass of wine, feeling satisfied.

Several people outside the restaurant felt the middle-aged man's coercion and fled obediently.

The middle-aged man still sat quietly at the table, enjoying the satisfaction alone.

"Thank you to the benefactor for saving our lives, and we will remember this great kindness and repay it with a spring. Ji Seventeen and Ye Linfeng said in unison.

"Young man, what are you doing with so much nonsense, I didn't think about saving you two, I just hated them for disturbing my meal. The middle-aged man said directly.

"Little Er, serve us another pot of good wine, a pot of red stuffy rabbit meat, and then some lamb chops. Ji Seventeen greeted Xiao Er, and then sat down at the same table with Ye Linfeng at the middle-aged man.

"Senior, I want to ask you for advice, I wonder if my senior can give me some guidance. Ye Linfeng said.

Ji Seventeen saw that Xiao Er hadn't served the food yet, so he hurriedly went to say hello.

Ye Linfeng and the middle-aged man continued to talk.

After a while, Ji Seventeen came back, still holding his orchid fingers, taking lotus steps, and sitting at the table.

The middle-aged man couldn't sit still, he had never seen a man with such a woman, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

Ye Linfeng meditated in his heart: Even such an indifferent and quiet character would be like this when he saw the second senior brother, and the second senior brother was too perverted.

"Dare to ask the senior's name, come, senior, I will toast you. Ye Linfeng raised a cup of sorghum red and drank it, and it was very bold.

"The surname is inexplicable, the sword book is the foundation, and the wind flows into the world, and the world calls the iron sword holy book the merry Mo three links. The middle-aged man also took a drink.

"The senior turned out to be the Iron Sword Holy Book Mo Santong, and the junior I was so lazy, I punished myself with a cup. After Ye Linfeng finished speaking, he raised his glass and drank again, because he was still young and couldn't resist such a big smell of wine, he was choked, and he hurriedly picked up a piece of red stuffy rabbit meat and pressed it.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Qiqi also gently pinched the wine glass and toasted Mo Santong.

Mo Santong saw that Ye Linfeng and Ji Seventeen were very sincere, so they were no longer restrained and reserved, and began to restore his nature and become casual.

"The little brother I saw just now used the origami secret technique, and he used it so purely, you must be Ji Seventeen, the second disciple of the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect Sect Breaking Yunzi. Mo Santong said.

"It's the junior," Ji Seventeen replied shyly.

"Then you must be Ye Linfeng. Mo Santong pointed at Ji Seventeen and then pointed to Ye Linfeng and said.

Ye Linfeng nodded yes and asked, "How can the seniors know us." ”

Mo Santong laughed loudly, and after laughing, he said: "This origami secret technique is also available in the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect, and it is said that the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect has a genius and a waste." ”

When Ye Linfeng heard this, he was silent in his heart, but he was not taboo, and still toasted Mo Santong.

He also admitted that he was indeed a waste in terms of cultivation, and it was known to the world, he had long been used to it, but he didn't want to miss any opportunity to improve his ability.

This Mo Santong is the most lustful, so the most lacking in hand is silver, Ye Linfeng took out all his coils from his arms, put them on the table, and then said: "I hope that the seniors will smile and accept, and the small meaning is not respectful." ”

Mo Santong likes such people the most, knows what he likes and what he needs.

So he took Ye Linfeng's silver happily, and then dipped his finger in wine, stretched out his index finger and quickly wrote the word Merry on the table, writing in cursive, and walking the dragon and snake with the pen.

Only two words, but the layout is just right, wide open and closed, the pen falls a thousand times, crazy but not strange, unrestrained and indulgent.

The truth made Ye Linfeng, a person who loves calligraphy, ashamed and breathtaking, because the two words of merry were fused with the sword intent of Mo Santong.

Ye Linfeng used the mental power in the sea of knowledge to firmly imprint the appearance of Mo Santong's finger and the word "merry" in the sea of knowledge, and he didn't dare to make the slightest mistake.

After finishing the matter, the three of them raised their glasses and drank bitterly, no one mentioned anything else, and they were sweating profusely from eating the hot red stuffy rabbit meat, but they were also comfortable and happy.