Lanke Chess Edge

Ji Yuan fell drunk on the grass, and there were still vague murmurs in his mouth. He seemed to be laughing and recalling the wine and swordsmanship that he had just learned. Even if Tu Yi was so close, he couldn't hear clearly, and soon he could only hear Ji Yuan's Breathing.

Tu Tong and Tu Miao also subconsciously stood up at the moment Jiyuan fell, even the old monk Foyin, all of them approached Jiyuan, and saw Jiyuan's state one step later than Tu Yi.

"This... Mr. Ji, he..."

Hearing Tu Miao's words with doubts in shock, Tu Yi, who was half-squatting beside Ji Yuan, raised his head and smiled helplessly at the three of them.

"Mr. Ji, he seems to be drunk."

"Drunk?"

Tu Tong took a few steps closer and squatted down, subconsciously wanting to reach out to touch Ji Yuan's face, but Tu Yi gave him a sneering glance and immediately stopped his hand.

"It's good, Mr. Ji wants to drink like that, and he doesn't lose the smell of alcohol, so the real immortals are also drunk!"

The old monk Foyin said with a smile, thinking at the same time, maybe Mr. Ji wanted to get drunk.

Ji Yuan made the three nine-tailed fox demons and the old monk Foyin very surprised, but his state does not look like a fake drunk. Since Ji Yuan is drunk, then this sword debate can only be ended there. end.

Tu Tong, Tu Miao and the old monk Foyin did not take the initiative to mention the victory or loss of this sword discussion. Anyway, Ji Yuan got drunk in the middle of the sword discussion, so naturally it was not a win, but you have to say that Ji Yuan is familiar. , I am afraid that even Tu Yi would not agree.

"Mr. Ji is drunk, but can't let him just sleep on the ground?"

Tu Tong, who was half-squatting, showed his collarbone slightly, and said this to Tu Yi with a smile, who nodded lightly.

"Although my tree pavilion is a little rudimentary, Mr. Ji will not dislike it if you want to come. Let Mr. Ji rest on the couch in my study."

Without waiting for others to speak, Tu Yi raised Ji Yuan's hand, put it over his shoulder, and supported Ji Yuan, who was swaying and could barely walk, to the tree pavilion. Put Jiyuan on a wooden couch.

After Ji Yuan lay on the wooden couch and rolled over comfortably, he continued to fall asleep in the position of lying on his side, and his breathing became longer and longer.

Tu Yi stood by the bed and watched Ji Yuan for a while, recalling the last sword of Ji Yuan just now, and deduced another possibility in his heart.

'What if Ji Yuan didn't get drunk? If the sword comes over, can I catch it...'

Just a short moment? Tu Yi replaced himself with the state he had just now, and thought about many possibilities? But in the end, he was not very sure that he could stop that sword? Maybe at that moment, he would really burst into mana...

Taking another look at Ji Yuan, Tu Yicai turned to leave? In fact, just now? He even suspected that Ji Yuan was pretending to be drunk in order to save his face?

When Tu Yi came out of the tree pavilion, Tu Miao had already raised a toast to him.

"Brother Tu Yi? This three-day discussion of swords? It's really splendid and splendid. Although I don't use a sword? But I also benefit a lot from watching it? Even if I don't drink alcohol, I'm as fascinated as Mr. Ji!"

"It's really mysterious, it's really hard to believe!"

Tu Tong also gave a compliment? Then he looked in the direction of the tree pavilion and asked another question.

"Mr. Ji fell asleep? How long do you think he will wake up?"

"I don't think it will take long."

Tu Yi replied, sat back at the wooden table, poured a glass of wine for himself and drank it, thinking back to the previous sword discussion.

How many other people didn't talk anymore? They all sat down at the table? The old monk Foyin closed his eyes and meditated, Tu Tong also closed his eyes slightly, Tu Yi drank alone, while Tu Miao took out a stack of white paper, The pen keeps writing something.

Several people are in the comprehension of the previous three days of swordsmanship. The most profitable is naturally Tu Yi, who is related to Jiyuan. He actually doesn't like drinking, but because Jiyuan is really drunk, he has suffered a huge impact. Trying to drink and trying to substitute for the feeling of fate, but unfortunately it doesn't make sense.

After drinking, Tu Yi glanced at Tu Miao, and saw that although he wrote and painted, even if he was a nine-tailed Taoist, he didn't understand swords if he didn't understand swords, and what was written on white paper was only three points of true meaning, so it was still delayed. A boost from this precious paper.

But no matter what, being able to leave three points of the true meaning on paper is already a profound experience of Tu Miao.

Compared with the four people in front of the table, the fox demons nearby including Tu Sisi, although they were taken care of during the process, their hearts were still beating very fast until this moment, and their minds were full of the figures of the two people who were discussing the sword on the first day. , They are close to the water tower, but also because they are protected by the nine-tailed fox and the Buddha's seal, although they can watch the whole process relatively easily without being hurt by the sword, but the benefits they get are more limited than the foxes in the surrounding valleys.

On the other side of the valley, most of the foxes were in a coma, and many were adjusting their breaths, while Tu Yun and a few more powerful fox demons either relied on protective treasures, or relied on Taoism, and insisted on watching the whole process.

Tu Yun was clenching a protective orb in her chest, which not only protected her soul, but also nourished her originally torn Primordial Spirit.

At this time, Tu Yun, like some fox demons around, is still in shock to the sword. The swordsmanship of Tu Yi's ancestors is superb, but the swordsmanship of the true immortals is also very beautiful. people……

"Huh... It's finally over, the ancestors won!"

"Yeah, I won't be able to hold it any longer!" "Well, me too, fortunately the ancestor won!"

"Yeah, just now I was really afraid that Tu Yi's ancestor would lose!"

Tu Yun looked at the fox demons beside her and muttered something.

"Probably, at least it's a tie..."

Tu Yun originally hated Jiyuan, but at this moment, she suddenly understood what the ancestors had said to him.

……

Outside the tree pavilion in the valley, Tu Tong, Tu Miao, Tu Yi, and the old monk Foyin each understood their rationale.

Ji Yuan was indeed drunk. This may be the first time that Ji Yuan has been so drunk since she came to this world, but she was so drunk that she was comfortable, comfortable, and chic, and even more so at the right time.

Before Jiyuan fell, he was actually drunk, and the last sword was just a sword in a drunken dream, and it was also in the sword of drunken dream. , between a dream but not a dream, the induction of "Dream in the Clouds" reached its peak, and at this moment, he locked the location of the book, and he could even detect the breath next to the book.

The four people outside and the foxes in the valley were all intoxicated by Ji Yuan and Tu Yi's three-day sword discussion, while Ji Yuan, who was breathing evenly and quietly and lying drunk, sat up at this moment.

No, Ji Yuan was still drunk, because Ji Yuan was still asleep on the bed, and Dao Yun did not change his breath.

But at this moment, Ji Yuan did stand up again, in Ji Yuan's dream!

This is the weirdest time Ji Yuan has used since he realized the art of dream-walking. It was as if he was dreaming, and he seemed a little dazed.

"Hehehe, hehehe... I'm drunk..."

Ji Yuan covered her forehead and looked back. Everything in her line of sight seemed to be spinning, and Ji Yuan on the bed seemed to be snoring faintly.

Ji Yuan smiled and pointed to the bed.

"No, you were drunk, I wasn't, hahahaha..."

During the shaking, Ji Yuan walked out of the tree pavilion and saw the respective states of the three nine-tailed foxes. You know, he doesn't show them any attacks or other bad thoughts, and they shouldn't even notice him.

Shaking past the wooden table, Ji Yuan took a few more glances when passing by the pile of wine jars. The wine jars were piled up half a valley, but ten jars were empty. Enjoy.

Ji Yuan's footsteps seem unstable, but there is another charm in the shaking. Stepping on the lake in the valley is like Lingbo micro-stepping, and then swaying, like clouds in the stream of light, little by little crossing the lake, stepping on the peak, turning over Mountain……

The speed doesn't seem to be fast, but it seems to be too fast.

When passing by Tu Yun, Ji Yuan took another look. In terms of breath, the fox was indeed a little more pleasing to the eye than before, and then stepped out of the valley and went all the way.

Not flying, not changing, not moving...

Jiyuan's steps are always a little crooked, but one step down can walk out an exaggerated distance, maybe after a long time, or maybe just a moment, Jiyuan himself can't tell, in short, when the body shakes and stabilizes again , He rubbed his forehead and raised his head, just as he saw two women sitting at the chess table in a wooden hall, one of them was Tu Siyan.

"Hahahahaha... here it is!"

Ji Yuan swayed and took a few steps closer, thinking for a while, with one hand on his back and the other hand showing sword fingers, he could vaguely feel the ubiquitous sword intent of Qingteng Sword.

"Hey, that sword that Tu Yi can't see, I'll give it to you!"

After saying that, Ji Yuan's figure swayed, and he pointed forward with a sword.

At this moment, the Qingteng sword's light cry also sounded in the dream of fate~www.NovelMTL.com~ At this moment, all the illusory twists and turns around, turned into dragons, and at this moment, the infinite sword intent pointed out from the sword of fate, Wearing Tusiyan and passing by...

In front of the wooden building, another woman dropped the sunspot in a corner.

"It's your turn."

But Tu Siyan didn't respond, she seemed to be asleep while lying lazily at the table.

"It's your turn!"

The woman called out again, but Tu Siyan still didn't respond. She frowned. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly froze for a moment, and then her face changed drastically.

The demonic aura on Tu Siyan's body, the aura surrounding him, and the spirit energy of Yuanshen were actually leaking out.

"What's wrong with you, you..."

The woman reached out and raised Tu Siyan's head, her pupils shrank.

Tu Siyan seems to have most of the essence and spirit still there, and it seems that the spirit is still there, but like a cracked ceramic, all the vitality is irreversibly dissipating.

In that instant, Tu Siyan's spirit and energy completely collapsed, dissipating at an unimaginable and unresponsive speed, completely turning into a corpse.

Shock! Overwhelmed! fear!

died! died! died! Tu Siyan is dead! In front of him, he died inexplicably!

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