"Drunk?" Fanchuan was a little puzzled, but then he continued: "I don't know what's going on. I just think this wine tastes better. I just drank too much and didn't know I was drunk..."
After Fanchuan finished speaking, he patted his head from time to time, as if testing whether he was drunk or not.
When Yingbai saw this, she laughed again. This laughter was like a silver bell, instantly bringing Fanchuan back to the time when he first met Yingbai.
"It seems that you have a good capacity for drinking. Even the wine I brewed by myself can't get you drunk!" Yingbai chuckled and raised her glass to Fanchuan again.
At this time, Fanchuan did not clink glasses in time, but was feeling the current atmosphere.
At this time, Yingbai is no longer the stern-faced ice beauty, and Yingbai just called herself this girl. It seems that her ill will towards Fanchuan has been eliminated a lot.
"Aren't you going to drink? What are you thinking about?" Yingbai urged, looking at Fanchuan who was in a daze.
"Oh, drink! Drink!" Fanchuan woke up with a start, without thinking about anything, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
In such a weird atmosphere, the two of them actually drank eight more glasses of wine each. Fanchuan felt a little dizzy at this time, and when he looked at Yingbai, except for his slightly red face, his mental state was no different from that of a normal person.
different.
"Miss Yingbai, stop drinking. I can't drink anymore. I really can't drink any more!" Fanchuan kept waving his hands, and his voice was a little erratic.
Seeing Fanchuan's appearance, Yingbai shook her head and said with a pitiful look: "Hey, you are a grown man who can't even drink a woman like me? What are you..."
"Are you not angry anymore?"
Just when Yingbai was speaking freely, Fanchuan suddenly interrupted Yingbai's words.
When Fanchuan asked, Yingbai suddenly became quiet and put the wine glass in her hand back on the table.
For a moment, the atmosphere became quiet again. The moonlight shone gently on the two of them, but they remained motionless. The scene was a bit strange.
When the atmosphere was about to reach freezing point, Yingbai spoke.
"Let's put it this way, what I hate the most in my life is when others deceive me, even if it's a white lie. It would be better for you to not only deceive me, but also make me embarrassed in front of the master and the sect master. You said that I
Should you be angry? If you weren't the guest invited by the sect master, I would have killed you! Huh!"
After Yingbai finished speaking, she picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, then turned her head and looked aside, no longer paying attention to Fanchuan.
At this time, the moonlight just shone on the side of Yingbai's face, and she was so beautiful in her long skirt. The breeze blew gently, and Fanchuan smelled a light floral fragrance in the air, but this floral fragrance was also mixed with a hint of flowers.
There was a strong smell of wine, which was exactly the fragrance brought by the breeze from Yingbai's body, and Fanchuan was a little intoxicated.
But due to the current situation, Fanchuan did not dare to enjoy this beautiful scenery wholeheartedly.
"Miss Yingbai, I'm really sorry. I really didn't mean it. If I could turn back time, I really don't want this situation to happen." Fanchuan apologized seriously.
Hearing Fanchuan's words, Yingbai turned back and nodded towards Fanchuan, then whispered as if talking to herself: "Do you... believe in the existence of God?"
"God? I don't know about this. I only know that there are immortals." Fanchuan was stunned by Yingbai's topic.
"According to legend, God is the supreme being. God has the ability to turn back time and bring the dead back to life..." Yingbai sighed slightly.
After listening to Yingbai's words, Fanchuan pondered for a while, and then asked aloud: "Miss Yingbai, are you saying that only gods can bring the dead back to life?"
"Well, according to legend, this is the case." Yingbai nodded.
This time, Fanchuan was silent. At the same time, Fanchuan's face became a little gloomy, as if he was worried.
Yingbai noticed something strange about Fanchuan, so she asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you worried?"
"Yes." Fanchuan nodded, and then couldn't help but tell Yingbai about Grandpa Jing and his experience. However, when Fanchuan retelling it, he ignored the process of his own cultivation and only explained his original intention of cultivation.
, that is to resurrect Grandpa Jing, but from the beginning to today, Fanchuan deeply felt that it is not that easy to resurrect a person who has passed away, even if it is an immortal, it is in vain.
After listening to Fanchuan's retelling, Yingbai was obviously a little excited at this time. Yingbai suddenly stood up, approached Fanchuan, and actually reached out and patted Fanchuan on the shoulder, intending to comfort Fanchuan.
Then he said slowly: "Listen to you
After reading so much, I feel deeply, and to be honest, I have the same experience as you. I lost my father and mother when I was young, so now I am sometimes timid, sometimes very strong, and sometimes even
You will feel very inferior, I think you will understand, right?"
"Yes." Fanchuan nodded.
Unexpectedly, Yingbai also had such a sad past. From this, Fanchuan's view of Yingbai once again changed drastically. It seems that this woman who looks strong on the surface also has a fragile heart on the inside. Sometimes she is innocent and sometimes innocent.
Chivalrous and courageous, sometimes fragile and insignificant, sometimes mature and steady.
This is a strong woman. At least Fanchuan admires Yingbai now.
"Okay, let's not say so much, you... go back early!"
At this time, Yingbai said aloud, then turned around and leaned against the chair rail of the wine pavilion, as if thinking about something quietly.
Seeing this, Fanchuan stood up calmly, calmed down his complicated mood, bowed to Yingbai, and then said: "I am very unforgettable that I can talk so freely with Miss Yingbai today. Thank you very much."
Miss Yingbai."
As soon as the words fell, Fanchuan drew out a trace of his true energy, purple light passed by, and a brocade bag appeared in Fanchuan's hand.
Fanchuan remembers that this kit is called Duan Kui's kit. It was given to Fanchuan by Elder Zheng Li when he was at Yeyue Sect. It contains many skills of Yeyue Sect. Now for Yingbai's cultivation level
, just enough to play a supporting role, and at the same time, you can practice some of Yeyuemen's unique Zhenqi skills.
Fanchuan approached Yingbai, put Duan Kui's bag in Yingbai's hand, and then said: "This is the training method of my previous sect. You can take it and understand it. It will be helpful to you."
After saying that, Fanchuan didn't stop anymore, turned around and teleported away.
"Hey, I don't want..."
Before Yingbai could say anything, Fanchuan had already disappeared.
Looking at the brocade bag in her hand, Yingbai smiled knowingly, and then placed the brocade bag on her chest.
It's the next day.
Today's Shenyuan Sect is extremely lively. It has been bustling since early in the morning. There is an endless stream of people. All the passages of Shenyuan Sect are crowded with people. Many cultivation disciples of Shenyuan Sect are rushing towards the City of Prayer for Gods.
Flying away, various things passed by in the sky from time to time
Various types of flying swords, as well as the constantly singing Swift Flame Birds, were accompanied by many ordinary cultivators on the ground, and those cultivators who were slightly famous had their own ancient ice wolves to take their place.
It's just that there are very few ancient ice wolves, and it takes a long time to see one.
Today is the first day of the God-sacrifice day in Qishen City, and the organizer of this God-sacrifice day is Shenyuan Sect. At that time, all Shenyuan Sect disciples will go to Qishen City to participate, and the Qishen City is even more lively.
, not only are there cultivators from various sects, but there are also many places for cultivators to entertain and trade, such as martial arts competitions, alchemy fields, trading fields, and even places where men and women can find places to practice together.
Before Fanchuan woke up in the quiet room, he was woken up by the noise outside.
Shaking his still dizzy head, Fanchuan stood up, found some ice water to wash his face, and dressed himself up roughly, because just a few days ago, Fanqun Zhenren told Fanchuan that Fanchuan should be offering sacrifices.
On the first day of the God's Day, I went to see Master Fanqun to discuss some matters. Fanchuan considered himself a guest, so naturally he did not dare to forget his master's instructions.
Without further ado, Fanchuan got up and came to the main hall of Shenyuan Sect. At this time, the main hall was very sparsely populated, as if all the cultivation disciples had bypassed it, and it was unusually quiet.
Fanchuan stepped closer to the main hall and saw Master Fanqun, Crazy Old Man, Shu Old Man, and a group of others sitting around discussing things. Fanchuan did not dare to disturb him, but just waited quietly outside the door.
But Master Fanqun seemed to have noticed Fanchuan's arrival in advance, and a voice came from the hall: "Young hero Fanchuan, come in, everyone is waiting for you."
"Uh, yes, real person." Fanchuan walked into the main hall with some embarrassment.
"Xiao Fanchuan, how was your drink last night? How come young people don't wake up earlier than old men like me?" The crazy old man took the lead and bombarded Fanchuan indiscriminately.
When the crazy old man said this, Fanchuan was even more embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
At this time, Master Fanqun saw that Fanchuan was a little embarrassed, so he was busy trying to smooth things over and said: "Okay, okay, today is the day to worship the gods. It is a big day. Let's put other things aside for now and let's discuss it.
Let’s talk about related matters.”
"Yes, Master, please speak." A group of cultivation disciples in the hall responded in unison.
Seeing that there were no other voices in the hall, Master Fanqun coughed twice, and then said: "Young Hero Fanchuan is an honored guest of our Shenyuan Sect. It just so happened that God arranged for Young Hero Fanchuan to come to our sect on the day of worshiping the gods. Then,
Of course it’s God’s will, so I want Young Hero Fanchuan to serve as the Great Sikong of Shenyuan Sect, what do you think?”
"This is good! My old man is the first to agree!" Crazy old man spoke enthusiastically.
"Well, I agree too!" Elder Shu also echoed.
The two great elders of the Shenyuan Sect agreed, and the other cultivation disciples had no choice but to shout in unison: "We agree with the sect leader's suggestion!"
Then everyone in the entire hall looked happy, and they were all whispering about Fanchuan, but they ignored Fanchuan, a key figure.
This also made Fanchuan confused. Fanchuan looked puzzled. What is Da Sikong used for?
"May I ask, Master, what is this Great Sikong?" Fanchuan bowed and saluted.
"Oh, this Great Sikong is the representative appointed by each sect to light sacred fires and speak honorifics on the day of worshiping the gods. Everyone unanimously decided to let you, Young Hero Fanchuan, take up this position!" Master Fanqun said patiently.
explained.
This explanation sounded easy to Fanqun Zhenren, but to Fanchuan's ears it was like a thunderclap.
"Master, that's not allowed. I'm not a disciple of your noble sect, and besides, I don't have the ability to represent your sect. This is absolutely unacceptable. Master, you'd better find another job!"
Fanchuan was a little panicked. It was the first time he encountered such an important matter. This was beyond Fanchuan's imagination. The person who could speak on behalf of a cultivation sect, even if he was not the sect leader, must be a famous elder.
Fanchuan believed that he was not suitable for this position anywhere.
Seeing Fanchuan being so panicked, Master Fanqun laughed loudly and said: "Haha, young hero Fanchuan, don't refuse, this is a unanimous decision made by everyone!"
"No, Master, how can I be so virtuous and capable? You must not do it! If Master continues to push me hard, I will have no choice but not to participate in this day of worshiping the gods!"