Standing next to Wen Manzhu is an extremely handsome man. Standing with the beautiful Wen Manzhu, he is definitely a golden boy. Mo Wuji knew from the temperament he exuded that he would not be Wen Manzhu's follower.
Wen Manzhu said calmly, "This is Situ Po, the ninth prince of my Chengyu Kingdom. I teamed up with him when we came here."
It turns out that he is the ninth son of Mr. Situ Qianna. If there is a chance in the future, he will definitely go back to Mr. Situ Qianna to find his place. Because of Situ Qian's relationship, Mo Wuji suddenly lost affection for this Situ Po.
Situ Po clasped his fists at Mo Wuji in a very graceful manner and said, "I've heard about the name Pharmacist Mo for a long time, and now that I meet him, he is indeed one of the best among people."
Mo Wuji chuckled, "Ninth Prince, what you said is a little inappropriate."
Situ Po was slightly startled. According to the normal script, he, a ninth prince, greeted Mo Wuji so peacefully. Even if Mo Wuji didn't return the favor quickly, he wouldn't have spoken like this, right
"Oh, I would also like to ask Master Mo what's wrong with what I said?" Situ Po asked, still personable and smiling.
Wen Manzhu also looked at Mo Wuji in surprise. She didn't understand why Mo Wuji offended the Ninth Prince for no reason.
Mo Wuji sneered in his heart, others regard your Situ family as the boss, but in my eyes, Mo Wuji, your Situ family is just a quasi-enemy who will settle accounts sooner or later. The Mo family was destroyed, and Situ Qian, the king of Chengyu Kingdom, was definitely behind it.
Since we will be enemies sooner or later, why bother to compromise? What's more, Mo Wuji felt unhappy when he saw Wen Manzhu and Situ Po standing together, looking so talented and beautiful. The woman is a playboy, and the man named Situ is not a good bird.
"Ninth Prince, first of all, I am not a pharmacist. Everyone knows that the Nine Life Alchemy I took out was passed down from my ancestors. Don't flatter me on the surface. In fact, you are drugging me. Secondly, I am a man, so I can't say it is. Phoenix. Only the third most ordinary king would call him a dragon. If I were a dragon, then I would be the king of Chengyu Kingdom. This is a bit treasonous. I don’t believe that the Ninth Prince wants me to become the king of Chengyu Kingdom in the future. Your Majesty."
Mo Wuji only cared about what he said and completely forgot that Feng was actually a male.
Wen Manzhu pursed her lips and said nothing, nor did she refute the flaws in Mo Wuji's words. Situ Po's face looked a little ugly, why didn't his father kill this guy before? It's a pity that this place is not something he, the Ninth Prince, can have the final say on. No matter how much he wants to kill Mo Wuji, he can't do it.
"By the way, Ninth Prince, I think you are very similar to someone I know." Mo Wuji saw that his calm and calm face turned ugly, and he felt relieved and continued with a smile.
Situ Po frowned, he had a premonition that Mo Wuji would not have anything nice to say. Wen Manzhu also frowned, and the Mo Wuji in front of her became even more unfamiliar to her.
Mo Wuji chuckled and said, "That man is very powerful in his skill. He has a nickname called 'Junzi Jian'. He is a very 'gentleman', he is also the leader of a sect, and his Zixia magical skill is unparalleled in history." "
The Ninth Prince, who was about to throw away his hands and walk away, suddenly stopped and asked in surprise, "Master Mo, there is such a senior expert? Do you want to ask Brother Mo about the immortal number of that senior? And the Zixia magic skill? What kind of immortal technique is it? Is it a supreme sword technique?"
He was originally going to attend the Yuexianmen Conference. Hearing that Mo Wuji knew such an expert, he couldn't help but be excited, and he completely forgot about his unhappiness just now. As for whether Mo Wuji lied, he didn't doubt it. Mo Wuji's grandfather, Mo Tiancheng, was a powerful figure. It was normal for such a figure to make friends with some senior experts.
Mo Wuji sighed and said, "This powerful 'gentleman' is named Yue Buqun. When I looked at the Ninth Prince, I felt that the Ninth Prince and him were exactly the same kind of people. Is the Zixia Divine Art the supreme bitch method?" I don’t know, but this gentleman is a man of great courage. After he succeeded in practicing the Zixia magic skill, he actually used great perseverance and courage to abandon his own skill and change it to another more powerful method. No, it’s Dianfa. I don’t think I have the courage and perseverance.”
At this moment, Situ Po completely let go of his arrogance, bowed to Mo Wuji and said, "What is the tome that Senior Yue revised later?"
Mo Wuji looked at Situ Po in shock and said, "The Ninth Prince is really amazing. I haven't said what it is yet, but you already know it's a treasure book. Yes, that's the Sunflower Book. It's a pity that the senior is not here. If that gentleman and bitch were here, he would definitely pass the Sunflower Book to the Ninth Prince. Because... "
At this point, Mo Wuji suddenly paused.
This time it was not only the ninth prince Situ Po, but also Wen Manzhu who held his breath and looked at Mo Wuji, wanting to know why Mo Wuji said it.
After a few seconds, Mo Wuji continued, "Because you are the same kind of people, and you will definitely cherish each other. Alas, it's a pity, I have no interest in practicing that kind of technique. I only saw the eight figures on the cover. words. I can only remember six of the eight words on the cover. I have no regrets about this. After all, I am a mortal, and that kind of book is really not suitable for a mortal like me. I have seven emotions and six desires, how can I do it for Practice and give up ordinary mortal life.”
"What six words..." Situ Po almost blurted out.
Mo Wuji looked at Situ Po seriously and solemnly and said, "If you want to practice magical skills, you must first... Just remember these six, I'm leaving."
After speaking, Mo Wuji said to Wen Manzhu, "Miss Wen, I suddenly have no interest in having a long conversation with you. It's too stressful to be with you, so I'll take my leave."
Looking at Mo Wuji's retreating back, Situ Po's expression changed several times. After a while, he said to Wen Manzhu, "Manzhu, this Brother Mo is very free and easy, and he is not depressed in any way because he has mortal roots. When I knew that my spiritual roots were not particularly good, I felt very sad. It's uncomfortable. After all, you were old acquaintances. It would be nice to chat more together. I'll go to the restaurant first."
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"Wuji, why don't we chat more?" Ding Buer asked with a smile when Mo Wuji came back.
"We have different paths and we don't want to work together." Mo Wuji replied calmly and started to help pull up the tent.
There were too many people going to Changluo, the imperial capital, and those servants who had no place to live, like Mo Wuji, were pitching tents on the beach.
"It's a good saying, 'Different paths don't lead us together,' this brother said so well." A hearty voice came, followed by a bearded man carrying an animal skin bag. Behind the big man was a man with a beard. There was a very charming young woman.
If Wen Manzhu is compared to a green apple, then this young woman is obviously a more attractive ripe apple. If it weren't for the heavy aura of dust and dirt on her body, this young woman would be more like a noble person.
The bearded man hugged Mo Wuji and said, "My name is Yuan Zhenyi, and this is my companion Shiyiniang. I just heard what my brother said, and I deeply agree with it. If you don't mind, I have good wine here. Let’s all have a drink together?”
Mo Wuji laughed and said, "Of course I don't mind. I, Mo Wuji, this is my companion Ding Buer. The tent is now set up, please come in."
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