Lanke Chess Edge

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Ji Yuan fell drunk on the grass, murmured indistinctly, seemed to be laughing and seemed to be recalling the fine wine and swordsmanship just now, even though Tu Yi was so close, he couldn't hear clearly, soon he could only hear Ji Yuan's words Breathing.

Tu Tong and Tu Miao also subconsciously stood up at the moment Ji Yuan fell down, even the old monk Foyin did the same. They all approached Ji Yuan and saw Ji Yuan's state one step later than Tu Yi.

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

Hearing Tu Miao's puzzled words in astonishment, 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 walked a few steps closer, also squatted down, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to touch Ji Yuan's face, but Tu Yi who was on the side looked at him with a sneer, and immediately stopped his hand.

"Good, think of Mr. Ji's drinking method just now, without dispelling the smell of alcohol, even a real immortal is drunk!"

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

Ji Yuan surprised the three nine-tailed fox demons and the old monk Foyin, but his state did not look like a fake drunk. Since Ji Yuan was drunk, the sword debate could only end there. end.

Tu Tong, Tu Miao, and the old monk Foyin didn't take the initiative to mention the victory or loss of this sword debate. Anyway, Ji Yuan got drunk in the middle of the sword debate, so it is naturally not a win, but if you want to say that Ji Yuan lost , I am afraid that even Tu Yi will not agree.

"Mr. Ji is drunk, but you can't let him sleep on the floor, right?"

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

"Although my tree pavilion is a bit crude, Mr. Ji will not dislike it if you want to come, so 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 staggering and barely able to walk, and walked towards the tree pavilion, in a small room connected to the living room outside. Put Ji Yuan on a wooden couch.

After lying on the wooden couch, Ji Yuan turned over comfortably, then continued to sleep deeply in a side-lying position, and his breathing became longer and longer.

Tu Yi stood by the bed and looked at Ji Yuan for a while, recalling the last sword that Ji Yuan made just now, deducing another possibility in his heart.

"If Ji Yuan is not drunk? If that sword comes, can I catch it..."

In just a short moment, Tu Yi assumed the state he had just now? He thought about many possibilities? But in the end, he was not sure that he could block the sword. Maybe he would really burst out with mana at that moment...

Looking at Ji Yuan again, Tu Yicai turned and left? In fact, just now? He even suspected that Ji Yuan was faking drunk to save his face?

When Tu Yi came out of the tree pavilion? Tu Miao had already toasted him.

"Brother Tu Yi? This three-day discussion on swords is really wonderful and magnificent. Although I don't use a sword, I have benefited a lot from watching it. Even though I haven't drunk alcohol, I am as intoxicated as Mr. Ji!"

"Is it really mysterious? It's really convincing!"

Tu Tong also complimented? 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? He sat back at the wooden table again? He poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp, reminiscing about the previous discussion on swords in his heart.

The others stopped talking and all sat down at the table. The old monk Foyin sat in meditation with his eyes closed, and Tu Tong also slightly closed his eyes. The pen keeps writing something.

Several people were in the process of comprehending the previous three days of discussing swords. Naturally, the one who benefited the most was Tu Yi, who was on the same level as Qi Yuan. Trying to drink alcohol to replace the feeling of fate, but it's a pity that it doesn't make sense.

While Tu Yi was drinking, he glanced at Tu Miao, and saw that although he was writing and drawing, even if he was a Nine-Tail Daoist, if he didn't know the sword, he didn't know the sword. A helping hand for this precious paper.

But no matter what, to be able to leave three points of the true meaning on paper is already regarded as a profound Taoism.

Compared with the four people at the table, the nearby fox demons including Tu Sisi, although they were taken care of during the process, their hearts are still beating extremely fast until now, and their minds are full of the figures from the first day of the two people's sword discussions , They are considered close to the water, but because they are protected by the Nine-Tailed Fox and the old monk Foyin, although they are not hurt by the sword intent and can watch the whole process relatively easily, the benefits they get are limited compared to the foxes in the outer valleys.

On the other side of the valley, most of the foxes were already unconscious, and many of them were adjusting their breathing, while Tu Yun and a few of the more powerful fox demons either relied on their protective treasures or their morality, and forced themselves to watch the whole process.

Tu Yun tightly clutched a protective orb on her chest, which not only protected her soul, but also nourished her originally torn soul.

At this time, Tu Yun, like some fox monsters around, is still in shock of the sword. Tu Yi's ancestor's swordsmanship is superb, but the swordsmanship of the real fairy is also beautiful, it is more like watching the movement of the world, it seems more attractive people……

"Phew... it's finally over, the ancestor won!"

"Yeah, I won't be able to hold on 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 around her and murmured.

"It should be considered a tie at most..."

Tu Yun hated Ji Yuan to the bone, but at this moment, he suddenly understood what his ancestor had said to him, that he was nothing but an ant, what ability and right did he have to hate Ji Yuan?

...

Outside the tree pavilion in the valley, Tu Tong, Tu Miao, Tu Yi, and the old monk Foyin all realized their principles, and inside the book pavilion with lush branches and leaves, Ji Yuanslept peacefully on Tu Yi's wooden couch.

Ji Yuan was indeed drunk, this may be the first time that Ji Yuan has been so drunk since he came to this world, but he was comfortably drunk, comfortably drunk, and chicly drunk, and even more so at the right time.

Before Ji Yuan fell down, he was already drunk. The last sword strike was like a sword show in a drunken dream, and it was also in that drunken dream. , Like a dream but not a dream, the feeling for "A Dream in the Clouds" reached its peak, and at this moment, it locked on the location of the book of heaven, and even felt the breath beside the book.

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

No, Ji Yuan is still drunk, because Ji Yuan is still asleep on the bed, and Dao Yun does 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 it since he comprehended the dream-walking technique. It really seemed like he was dreaming, and he seemed a little dazed, but he hadn't sobered up in the dream, so he still wobbled after standing up.

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

Ji Yuan covered his forehead, and looked back, everything in his 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 are drunk, I am not, hahahaha..."

While shaking, Ji Yuan walked out of the tree pavilion, saw the respective states of the three nine-tailed foxes, and saw the old monk Foyin sitting in meditation like a clay sculpture, but the four of them seemed unaware of Ji Yuan's arrival. You know, if he doesn't show aggressiveness or other bad thoughts to them, they shouldn't even notice him.

Staggering past the wooden table, Ji Yuan took a few more glances as he passed by the large pile of wine jars. The wine jars piled up half a valley, but nine out of ten jars were empty, which shows how much he drank before, and how much he drank. Have a good time.

Ji Yuan's footsteps seem to be unstable, but there is another charm in the swaying. Stepping on the lake in the valley is like walking on the waves. Mountain……

The speed seems to be not fast, but it seems to be infinitely 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.

Don't fly, don't change, don't move...

Ji Yuan's footsteps were always crooked, but with one step, he could cover an exaggerated distance. Maybe it took a long time, or maybe it was only a moment. Ji Yuan couldn't tell. , He rubbed his forehead and raised his head, and saw two women sitting in front of a chess table in the hall of a wooden building, one of them was Tu Siyan.

"Hahahahahaha...here it is!"

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

"Hey, I gave you the sword that Tu Yi couldn't see!"

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

At this moment, the Qingteng sword's soft cry also sounded in Ji Yuan's dream.

At this moment, all the illusory surroundings twisted and twisted, turning into a dragon, and at this moment, the infinite sword intent came out from Ji Yuan's sword finger, piercing Tu Siyan's forehead...

"Hahahaha...good wine! good sword!"

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

"It's your turn."

But Tu Siyan didn't respond, she seemed to be asleep as she lay lazily by the table.

"It's your turn!"

The woman yelled again, but Tu Siyan still didn't respond. She frowned, and when she was about to say something, she was taken aback for a moment, and then her face changed drastically.

The monster energy on Tu Siyan's body, the spiritual energy surrounding her, and the essence of the primordial spirit were leaking out faintly.

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

The woman raised Tu Siyan's head with her hand, her pupils shrank.

It seems that Tu Siyan still has most of his vitality, his primordial spirit is still there, but like ceramics cracked, all his vitality is dissipating irreversibly.

In such an instant, Tu Siyan's energy completely collapsed, dissipated at an unimaginable and unresponsive speed, and completely turned into a corpse.

Shock! Overwhelmed! fear!

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

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