The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

Rebuke:

"Bad guy!"

......

"Is the wine good?"

Mu Yun sat next to Jing Yan, his hands supporting his cheeks, his eyes full of the young man in front of him.

"taste not good."

Jing Yan took a sip of the peach blossom wine, which Tang Jiusheng praised as one of the "Top Ten Famous Wines", and said with emotion: "It feels like rice wine diluted with water."

in fact.

Jing Yan was right. After all, how could such a rare and famous wine like "Peach Blossom Wine" be found in this remote mountain valley?

Even if there was, Tang Jiusheng was reluctant to let Jing Yan drink it - he knew Jing Yan didn't drink much, so he asked Ouyang Yun to dilute the rice wine with water and soak it with peach petals overnight.

A veritable low-quality fake wine.

But Jingyan couldn't drink it.

Mu Yunning couldn't drink it either.

They sat opposite each other at the table. Mu Yunning drank the glass of rice wine mixed with water in front of her and said to Jingyan, "I don't think it tastes good either."

"Then why do you still drink?"

Jing Yan blinked, looked at Mu Yunning whose cheeks had begun to turn red, and asked with concern:

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine."

"you're drunk?"

"I do not have to die."

"But your face is so red."

"really?"

Mu Yunning touched her face. She didn’t know if it was because of the drinking or because of the boy in front of her - she actually felt that her face was a little hot.

Is this what being drunk feels like?

Although Mu Yunning had never drunk alcohol, she had heard of many poems written after drinking, which were free and unrestrained.

She knew that after drinking, she could talk drunkenly, do whatever she wanted, and in the end she could just blame the consequences on her drunkenness.

She did it on purpose.

Otherwise, she doesn't have the courage.

"Okay, no more drinking."

Jing Yan raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that Mu Yunning's alcohol tolerance was so low. She could not hold on after just two glasses.

Doesn't she use any spiritual energy at all to digest the alcohol?

"I do not!"

For the first time, Mu Yunning did not listen to Jing Yan's words. She picked up her wine jug, held it in her arms, and looked at Jing Yan.

She said aggrievedly, "Would you please drink with me?"

Jing Yan sighed, thinking that they hadn't seen each other for a long time, so he might as well accommodate Mu Yunning a little, and nodded.

then,

Something he had not expected happened.

A cold, drunken tongue pried open his lips, and the girl's icy tongue tip explored his mouth unscrupulously. In the end, it was not known whether it was the girl's saliva or the strange-tasting peach wine, but in short, a fragrant liquid flowed from Mu Yunning's mouth into Jing Yan's mouth.

The Sutra says: “?”

Mu Yunning stood on tiptoe and leaned her body forward. She grabbed Jing Yan's collar and held it tightly, unwilling to let go.

I don’t know if they were drinking or kissing, but this action lasted for a long time.

It was not until Mu Yunning began to feel a little breathless that he let go reluctantly.

"Mu Yunning."

Jing Yan frowned: "You are drunk."

"I do not have."

Mu Yunning was breathing heavily.

The tip of his small tongue stretched out and licked her pale lips, as if he was still missing the feeling just now.

"You are drunk, or you..."

Jing Yan didn't know how to describe it: "Why else would you do this... There are so many people here."

"I'm not drunk!"

Mu Yunning shook her head and refused to admit it: "This is not a forced kiss, I just want to kiss... because I want it, and you spoil me!"

She looked like she was making a point.

in fact.

Mu Yunning was really drunk.

She did not use her spiritual energy to neutralize the effects of the alcohol, but instead sank into it.

She originally wanted to pretend to be drunk and pretend to be bold. In fact, she was indeed very bold, and she was not pretending. Even her drunkenness was not pretended.

She was so bad at drinking that she was already drunk after just two glasses of wine.

She is now doing things completely according to her own heart.

Faced with Mu Yunning who was acting like a rogue, Jing Yan was at a loss as to what to do.

He had never seen Mu Yunning like this.

Not to mention him, even the disciples and elders of Qinglan Sword Sect, even Ouyang Yun, had never seen Mu Yunning like this.

She threw away all her disguises and defenses and showed her truest side to Jingyan.

There was a gleam in her eyes, and the girl's nature that had been suppressed for a very long time was revealed for the first time, to the person she was least prepared for.

She extended her hand to Jingyan.

"follow me."

"what?"

Jing Yan was stunned: "Where are you going?"

"It doesn't matter, as long as you're with me." Mu Yunning bit her lip and said, "When we were in Zhongzhou before, if you reached out to me, I would respond to you."

"what?"

"Forget it, you probably don't remember."

Mu Yunning said so.

Maybe she's the only one who still remembers it.

At that time in Zhongzhou, on the stage, among the surging crowd, Jing Yan extended his hand to her.

He only said three words to her.

"Come with me."

Mu Yunning should have refused. If she had refused, so many things would not have happened afterwards. She and Jing Yan would have been just strangers who met by chance, even though they grew up together.

However, she responded to the words of the sutra without hesitation.

I held his hand and let him move, escaping into the bright sunshine.

now.

She felt that she could also escape with Jingyan. It didn't matter who she escaped from, where she escaped to, or why she escaped. The most important thing was who was escaping with her.

Jing Yan was stunned, but still stretched out his hand and handed it to Mu Yunning.

"what would you like?"

but.

Before he could finish the sentence, Mu Yunning laughed.

Jingyan responded to her.

that's enough.

She took Jingyan's hand, stood up, and in front of many drinkers, she took his hand and pushed open the door of the tavern.

For an instant.

The breeze blew across the peach blossom forest all over the mountains, and endless pink petals danced in the breeze and then fell.

They fly freely in the mountains, covering the entire mountain area like a pink snow.

Until the breeze is still.

The petals dancing all over the mountains then slowed down and gradually fell from the sky.

It fell on Mu Yunning’s head.

It fell on Jingyan's shoulders.

It fell into the eyes of both of them.

Fell to...

It belongs only to the memories of the two of them.

One Hundred and Forty-Four. Third Junior Sister

South Posa Prefecture.

Located in the south of the continent, looking north, there is a fjord that separates heaven and earth. It is surrounded by the endless sea and was a land abandoned by the gods in ancient times.

There are only two very short fjords connecting the northern continent.

That is Qiu Shui located in Dongsheng Shenzhou and Baidi City connected to Zhongzhou.

It is now March, deep in the spring, and the South Posa Prefecture is filled with a festive atmosphere. This is the annual Mingchun Festival.

According to legend, when the ancestors of the Demon Cult were exiled here, food was scarce. A divine bird brought wheat ears and rice, and tilled the land, helping them get through the initial days of famine. This is done to commemorate the past.

Today, Nanposo Province is ruled by the Demon Cult.

However, the demons here are not evil and murderous creatures. On the contrary, there are many races of demons. The reason why they are collectively called the Demon Cult is because their ancestors all came from the demon species abandoned by the gods and regarded as disasters.

During tens of thousands of years of evolution, the blood of different races blended together to form the demon race of today. Although they are of different races, they all regard gods as their mortal enemies.

On this continent, the word "God" is taboo, which is the deadly feud left by thousands of generations of ancestors.

At this moment, the capital of Nanposo Province is suspended on an isolated island above the sky. The majestic and shocking Tongtian Palace rises from the ground, and countless palaces and temples are suspended around the palace, creating a magnificent atmosphere.

This is the Demon Palace, which has been passed down from ancient times to the present day. It is the residence of all successive leaders of the Demon Cult, and it is also a holy temple where all members of the Demon Cult make a pilgrimage together.

A woman with her eyes covered by black silk cloth sat on the throne of the Demon Palace. She was wearing a luxurious black gauze dress. The gorgeous and dignified hem of the skirt hung down to the high steps. Her face, which had not been marked by the years, was expressionless.

She pursed her lips tightly, her long dark purple hair was tied up in a spiral, and the crown symbolizing royal power was suspended above her hair.

Her voice was soft, but it was filled with unquestionable majesty. No one could have imagined that this woman who looked like a young girl was actually the "Pope" who had ruled the demon clan for nearly a thousand years.

"are you sure?"

Her eyes seemed to be able to see through the black veil on her face and look straight ahead.

In front of her were the kneeling demon priests, who wore robes of different colors according to their status. In the front, an archbishop in a purple robe bowed his head and responded to the questions of the Pope.

"Your Excellency the Pope, it has been confirmed that the Divine King Hongjun's consciousness has indeed disappeared."

The purple-robed archbishop looked humble, old, and his face was marked with the vicissitudes of time.