Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Zhu Wuyao once heard such a story—

There was a man named Chen Buzhan who, upon hearing that Duke Zhuang of Qi was in trouble, was so frightened that he could barely hold his chopsticks, yet he still staggered as he boarded the chariot, intending to rescue his lord.

The driver asked him: If you're so scared, why do you still want to go?

Chen Buzhan replied: "Relieving you from danger is a matter of great righteousness, while fear and cowardice are personal matters and should not be used to abandon public duty for private reasons."

As a result, Chen Buzhan died of fright before he even saw Duke Zhuang of Qi.

The sorcerer from Tongzhou resembled him.

It also deserves the description of "the courage of the benevolent".

Courage and perseverance are two completely different things.

However, under the so-called "general trend," whether heroes or cowards, they are all so insignificant. If it weren't for Luo Budao's words, the evil Taoist of Tongzhou would have been just one of the dead.

Zhu Wuyao didn't offer any further words of comfort.

She was absolutely certain that the ruins beneath the thunder buried the magnificent stories of many people, but at that moment, she was also one of the straws that brought down the Seven Illusions Sect.

Zhu Wuyao certainly knew that if he protected those people when he was at the Seven Illusions Gate of Stars, he might be able to break the so-called "Blood Erosion Curse" and find a glimmer of hope.

However, she could not risk harming the interests of the Star-Picking Tower by doing this, because if the Star-Picking Tower weakened, the mortals under its rule would be the first to suffer.

Until—Gu Yiguan's halberd was pointed at Luo Budao.

She could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb.

As the crying subsided, Zhu Wuyao asked:

"What is the state of your cultivation technique when it overflows?"

"My Daoist arts..." Luo Budao's voice was still choked with sobs as he spoke:

"It seems to be a mark that will reappear in this world, that is, important things that have happened in the past, so I know many stories and became a storyteller."

Is that really the case?

The past has been buried in ruins, but Zhu Wuyao has already collected many pieces of the puzzle.

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Unlike Luo Budao's swollen eyes.

Outside the house, a banquet is being held.

As an important figure on the Juque Sect's side, Wu Guihong naturally had to attend.

Perhaps because things had come to a close, everyone had the leisure to play some tricks. As soon as Zhu Wuyao sat down, a disciple came forward, openly and secretly inquiring about her cultivation level.

It's like weighing whether Wu Guihong is still worth following.

Zhu Wuyao has already decided to run away.

I just brushed it off.

When I looked up, I saw Ge Mingsheng sitting down over at the Star-Picking Tower.

Zhu Wuyao raised his glass slightly, which put Ge Mingsheng at ease. He smiled slightly, raised his glass in return, and then drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

Zhu Wuyao looked somewhat worried.

Does this young girl know that the liquid in her cup is a cultivator's spiritual wine?

Elder Liao of the Qingyun Sect was extremely envious of Qi Suowei's swordsmanship. If he hadn't known that Qi Suowei's cultivation was much higher than his own, he would have been unable to restrain himself and would have taken the initiative to spar with him for a few rounds.

That's why I took out the rare and precious spirit wine to curry favor.

After this glass of wine, even someone with a huge capacity for alcohol won't be able to lift a chopstick.

Sure enough, the next moment, Ge Mingsheng's head slammed onto the table. He was drunk before the meal even started, and everyone around him laughed, assuming that Ge Mingsheng had been drinking too much. They were busy taking him back to his room.

Even Gu Yiguan, who was standing next to him, smiled.

At the banquet, people drank and drank.

The crowd talked excitedly about their triumphant return after eliminating the evil cultivators, praising the "Silent Daoist's" extraordinary sword strike.

On the contrary, Qi Suowei, who was in the host's seat, really treated this banquet as an ordinary meal.

As expected of a sword immortal, back then, when he faced the attempts to win over and curry favor with sects large and small, he didn't realize the complexities of human relationships and his unwavering Dao heart. In the end, he mistakenly thought that the sects were holding grudges and started fighting.

Having seen so many big scenes makes all the difference.

During the conversation, everyone teased Wu Guihong for his actions that backfired.

But what does it have to do with Zhu Wuyao if she criticizes Wu Guihong?

Zhu Wuyao did not defend Wu Guihong at all, only telling him to "feel ashamed, feel ashamed".

As the conversation grew more animated, Elder Liao finally couldn't contain himself any longer. He stood up, gripped his sword, and said:

"Master Wuyan!"

Qi responded briefly before remembering that someone was calling him. He put down his chopsticks, looked over, and asked:

"How?"

Her question sobered Elder Liao up a bit. Under her nonchalant gaze, he hesitated before speaking, and what he was about to say turned out to be:

"I will perform a sword dance to entertain my fellow Daoists!"

"it is good!"

Zhu Wuyao quickly agreed.

In terms of cultivation level, Wu Guihong is not just a step below Elder Liao, but a world of difference. If they were ordinary people, they wouldn't be able to watch this spectacle.

Today, let's enjoy ourselves to the fullest, regardless of status.

Having said that, Elder Liao didn't put on airs and jumped into the arena, drawing his sword. Seeing this extraordinary sight of "Nascent Soul Sword Dance," the surrounding disciples didn't dare to breathe.

Those few disciples from Qingyun Sect knew that their master never cared about formalities, so they dared to clap and cheer along with Zhu Wuyao.

Elder Liao originally intended to challenge Daoist Wuyan to a duel, but now it has turned into a sword dance. Although he can show off his swordsmanship and perhaps receive some guidance, he is not satisfied with just being alone!

He shouted to Gu Yiguan:

"Fellow Daoist Gu! Why don't you come down and spar with me?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wuyao chuckled inwardly.

You've come to the wrong person.

It's better to hope that Qi Suowei will be in the mood to teach you a few moves than to expect Gu Yiguan to have a public halberd duel.

But in the next instant, the wine glass in his hand stopped halfway, and he looked at Gu Yiguan with surprise in his eyes.

She stood up, the halberd appearing in her hand, and said:

"it is good."

Zhu Wuyao's hand trembled, and he began to suspect whether the Blood Erosion Curse was manipulating Gu Yiguan's mind.

But he quickly realized that it wasn't the Blood Corrosion Curse, but the wine in the cup.

Gu Yiguan was actually slightly drunk.

No, perhaps it's more than just a light intoxication.

Under Zhu Wuyao's extremely astonished gaze, Gu Yiguan dragged his halberd as he walked, the ground rubbing and bumping against the halberd, with faint flashes of lightning.

Qi Suowei, who was in a superior position, put down the wine pot, seemingly quite interested.

Standing before the Seven Illusions Gate of Star Point, she could tell that among everyone present, Gu Yiguan was the strongest and at the height of his power. She then made a guess in her mind that he was one of the next leaders of the four sects.

It is when one is drunk that one can see one's true nature.

Qi Suowei rested his chin on his hand, his long hair hanging down. He looked at the seemingly drunk people in the arena. His moves were upright and steady. When he swung his halberd, he was confident and showed no impatience. His movements seemed extremely slow and deliberate, but every action was clean and efficient.

It seems that all distractions and redundancies have already been eliminated.

Zhu Wuyao remained in the position of raising his glass, not daring to move an inch.

The voice of the sword immortal reached my ears—

"Your senior sister has probably never wavered for a moment since she entered the path. She is unwavering, steadfast, and as immovable as an abyss. Her mind is extremely firm."

I hope Wuyao can recover from this shock.

She looked at Gu Yiguan, who seemed to be drunk, and a guess slowly formed in her mind.

Whether it's the old stories of the Ghost Sorrow Mountains or tonight's banquet, perhaps it's all just—

Let's get drunk.