In Heming Mountain, under the Jiuzhong Cliff and in front of the twenty-four caves, Chi Wulan invited Wenzong Yi to cook wine and discuss Taoism.
She originally wanted to call her junior sister Lin Yige and give her some advice, but unfortunately she had other important matters to attend to, so she had to give up.
After giving a few words of advice and sending off his junior sister, Wen Zongyi spoke first: "I wonder where Fellow Taoist Chi plans to discuss Taoism with me? In fact, the scenery of my Xiong'er Mountain is beautiful, so I might as well——"
Chi Wulan frowned slightly, glanced at Wen Zongyi, and said: "Since we are discussing Tao, we naturally go to the Taoist platform, why bother to sacrifice the near for the far?"
After saying that, she turned around to wield her sword and flew towards the Yan Dao Platform.
Wen Zongyi had no choice but to keep up.
Chi Wulan set up a table in the Tianyuan Arena at the center of the Yandao Platform, randomly picked a fire starter and put it on the small red clay stove, and also threw two extremely rare spiritual fruits into the pot of fairy brew on the stove.
Chi Wulan sat on the ground, leaning his head to look at Wen Zongyi who was chasing after him in a hurry, and raised his chin: "Please!"
Wenzong Yi Congshan Ruliu also followed Chi Wulan's example and sat cross-legged opposite.
The fine wine on the small stove soon began to steam, and the aroma of the wine mixed with the fruity aroma spread.
Chi Wulan slapped Wen Zongyi's outstretched hand away, picked up the warm wine bottle, and poured himself a glass.
Wen Zongyi retracted his hand and couldn't help but ask: "Why?"
Chi Wulan understood that what Wenzong Yi asked was not only why he was not allowed to pour wine, but also the reason for severing the relationship with him.
"In this discussion, I am the host and you are the guest. How can there be any reason for the guest to pour wine for the host?" Chi Wulan slowly filled the white jade cup in front of Wen Zongyi, raised his glass and said with a smile, "Please."
Wen Zongyi took it and drank it in one gulp.
Chi Wulan put down his wine glass, looked at Wen Zongyi with a smile, and said in a casual manner: "As for the relationship between you and me, there is no need for a reason, sincerity is always changing."
Wen Zongyi suddenly raised his head and stared straight into her eyes, speechless for a long time.
Chi Wulan blinked and said, "Why are you looking at me like this? I told you before that I was sincere to you."
An indescribable sense of absurdity arose in Wen Zongyi's heart, and he blurted out without thinking: "But Wulan, your heart belongs to no one now, and there is no harm in being with me!"
Chi Wulan played with the white jade cup and said lightly: "It doesn't do any good."
Wen Zongyi choked, still unable to accept the fact that Chi Wulan simply changed his mind.
"Actually, you and I have different Tao, so there's nothing to discuss." Chi Wulan drank the remaining wine in the cup, put down the white jade cup, stood up, drew his sword, pointed at Wen Zongyi and said, "When discussing Tao, it's better to discuss the sword directly."
Wen Zongyi was stunned for a moment. He had almost forgotten that Chi Wulan was a sword cultivator.
The sword's will will not lie, and sparring with a swordsman is indeed the best way to have a heart-to-heart relationship with him.
At that time, he, Lin Yige and Ying Xiaoxing also didn't know each other.
Wen Zongyi stood up, drew his sword, and said, "That's exactly what I meant!"
Chi Wulan's smile bloomed like a spring flower. While collecting the stove wine glasses, he said: "I will suppress my cultivation to the peak of Xu Lian. If you win, I will do my best to make you a promise; if you
If you fail, how about I make a promise?"
She said this, firstly, she wanted Wen Zongyi to use all his strength to fight with her so that he could hone his passionate swordsmanship; secondly, she wanted Wen Zongyi to see clearly what he really wanted in his heart during the sparring session.
Wen Zongyi was slightly absent-minded and nodded unconsciously, his heart already filled with turmoil.
If we win, wouldn't we be able to...
But Chi Wulan has made it clear that she has no intention of caring about him.
Before he could figure it out, Chi Wulan had already raised his sword to kill. At the same time, the formations around the Tianyuan Arena were activated.
Wen Zongyi's expression changed. Although he wasn't sure what promise he should make from Chi Wulan if he won, he didn't want to lose anyway!
He raised his sword to block, but before the two swords could touch each other, Chi Wulan had already changed his moves.
Every sword she uses can stimulate Wen Zongyi's memories of corresponding emotions, thus confusing his mind.
Chi Wulan has experienced eighteen love affairs, and with the addition of his relationship with Wen Zongyi, his passionate swordsmanship has gradually become perfect and can be retracted and released freely.
The more Wen Zongyi resisted, the clearer the unbearable memories he had hidden in his heart became, and he gradually lost ground.
When Chi Wulan saw this, his moves became more fierce, but unexpectedly, Wen Zongyi was still able to hold on even though he was at a disadvantage.
This lasts for three days.
The two fought day and night for three full days, even changing the spiritual stones in the Tianyuan Arena protective array three times.
At the moment when the protective formation eye spirit stone in Tianyuan Arena was shattered again, Wen Zongyi finally exhausted his last bit of spiritual power and tried his best to avoid his dantian sideways, but was struck by a sword on his waist.
Injured by the sword intent and at the end of a powerful crossbow, the wound on his waist was extremely deep and blood flowed profusely.
Chi Wulan still had some strength left, sheathed her sword and saw him covering his side. The hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat.
He hasn't lost yet, he has also learned some forbidden techniques that can explode with power in a short period of time...
Chi Wulan carefully observed Wen Zongyi's expression and asked, "Wen Zongyi, if you win, what do you want me to do?"
The expression on Wen Zongyi's face went blank for a moment, and he looked at Chi Wulan blankly.
Do you really want to risk your own way and use forbidden methods to forcefully win, so that Chi Wulan can stay by your side unwillingly?
What he wants is not that, what he wants is to exchange sincerity for sincerity.
A picture of the two people's love for hundreds of years suddenly flashed before their eyes. It was undeniable that Chi Wulan had also given his sincerity.
Wen Zongyi was so distraught that he said quietly: "I just don't want to lose..."
If he loses, there will be nothing left. Even the best memories in his life may be erased by Chi Wulan.
Chi Wulan finally heard what he wanted to hear and said with a smile: "Then let's treat it as a tie. After all, although I have suppressed my cultivation to the peak of virtual refining, the spiritual power in my dantian is that of the Mahayana stage.
Nothing compares to you."
In fact, apart from the huge gap in spiritual power within his body, Chi Wulan intentionally only used his passionate sword intention to spar with her. Wen Zongyi had to use all his means to survive under her sword for three days.
If illusion techniques and other methods were used, ten Wen Zongyi would not be able to last for an hour.
Is there any reason not to climb down the ready-made steps?
"Then let's count it as a tie according to what fellow Taoist Chi said!" Wen Zongyi no longer had any charming thoughts at this moment, and only felt that he and fellow Taoist Chi Wulan had a very good relationship at the moment.
Not to mention that the melons that are forced to twist are not sweet, and I have no ability to "force them" at all.
The protective array was shattered, spiritual energy poured into the Tianyuan Arena, Wenzong Yi's spiritual power circulated, and the wound healed, but for some reason, a scar visible to the naked eye was left.
Wen Zongyi didn't pay attention. He raised his hands and said, "Fellow Taoist Chi, I'll take my leave now."
Chi Wulan knew that he was rushing back to Xiong'er Mountain to prepare for the thunder disaster, so he nodded in agreement, and then made a fortune and calculated the condition of his little junior sister.
It doesn't matter, if you calculate it, it's a good thing!