Ji Yuan certainly knew that Tu Siyan was in the Jade Fox Cave Heaven, and the old monk Foyin was also aware of this. Even Tu Tong and Tu Miao did not care whether this statement could deceive Ji Yuan and Foyin Mingwang. All they needed was the statement itself.
"Our Buddha is merciful, transforming the world's suffering; the angry Vajra eliminates the world's evil..."
The old monk Foyin chanted silently and stopped talking. The attention of the three nine-tailed foxes, including Tu Yi, was mainly focused on Ji Yuan.
Ji Yuan was silent for a long time before he shook his head and chuckled.
"If Tu Siyan is not in this Jade Fox Cave, it seems that I will return empty-handed this time."
Then Tu Miao smiled.
"Mr. Ji is also here to see Tu Yi. Since you two have come to my Jade Fox Cave Heaven, we should treat you well. How can we say that we have returned empty-handed?"
"Yes, my Yuhu Cave Heaven has always been on good terms with Buddhism, and has also had occasional dealings with the immortals. It is truly an honor for Venerable Foyin and Mr. Ji to come to Yuhu Cave Heaven, so of course we must entertain them well."
As she spoke, Tu Tong picked up the teapot on the table, stood up and was about to pour tea for Ji Yuan herself, but Ji Yuan put one hand on the teacup, causing Tu Tong to frown slightly and her eyes to turn cold. When she raised her head and saw Ji Yuan smiling at her, she immediately smiled as well.
"Sir, don't you like me to pour you tea?"
Ji Yuan shook his head, glanced at Tu Yi, and his eyes swept over a female fox demon standing not far behind him. He had already smelled a hint of alcohol on the other person.
"Although this flower tea tastes good, I have had enough of tea. I came to Yuhu Cave Heaven today to have a good chat with Daoist Fellow Tu Yi. But I prefer wine to tea. Does Yuhu Cave Heaven have any good wine?"
"liquor?"
Tu Tong was stunned for a moment and subconsciously glanced at the old monk Foyin, who opened his eyes and smiled.
"Don't worry about me. I just need to sit in meditation. I don't need alcohol or tea."
Tu Miao clapped his hands lightly, stood up and said with a smile.
"Hahahaha, it's true that hearing about someone is worse than meeting them in person. Mr. Ji is really free and easy. Of course there are wines and drinks. I have collected a lot of fine wines, all of which are in my residence. Mr. Ji, please wait for a moment, I'll go get them and be back..."
While Tu Miao was speaking, he had already stood up from his seat, but he turned around and took two steps away, then looked back at Ji Yuan.
"I wonder how much wine you can drink, so I can figure out how much I should take. Or maybe you have something to hold the wine, so I can take some and fill it up for you."
Ji Yuan opened his eyes wider and looked at Tu Miao, then reached into his sleeve to take out the white jade thousand-bucket pot and placed it on the table, and then took out the emerald green thousand-bucket pot that had already drunk all the ambergris. This was what Tu Miao said himself, Ji Yuan did not force him.
"I am a wine lover? Of course the more the better."
When Tu Miao saw Ji Yuan taking out two thousand-dou pots, his expression remained unchanged. He bowed to Ji Yuan and said nothing more. He then jumped up and turned into a ray of demonic light and flew away into the distance.
Tu Tong, who was sitting opposite Ji Yuan, smiled and made a joke.
"Haha, Mr. Ji is going to use up a lot of Tu Miao's inventory this time? Don't be fooled by his indifferent look, he is actually very distressed? Hahaha..."
"Don't be ridiculous. He has quite a lot of wine in his collection. Don't feel bad for him."
Tu Yi also said something at the right time, and then looked at Ji Yuan.
"Mr. Ji, I once fought with you in a sword fight. I admire your swordsmanship very much. Let's discuss it here today, shall we?"
"Well, drinking and talking about swords? Not bad."
Ji Yuan did not refuse and agreed directly. He also added the words "fighting with swords", and seemed to have no intention of starting to demonstrate.
At the same time, the old monk Foyin looked around the valley. As the atmosphere calmed down, the surrounding fox demons came closer again, but he could not feel any connection between any of the fox demons and Tu Siyan's atmosphere. He knew that Ji Yuan must be calculating Tu Siyan's location, and the so-called drinking and sword-fighting were just a cover.
So when the old monk Foyin said he was meditating with his eyes closed, he was actually making secret preparations. If Ji Yuan calculated Tu Siyan's location, in the worst case scenario, he might have to join forces with Ji Yuan to kill the evil spirit.
Although monks are compassionate, when it comes to Tu Siyan, the old monk Foyin agrees with Ji Yuan's point of view. This beast must be eliminated as soon as possible.
On the other side, after flying for a while, Tu Miao looked back at the valley where Tu Yi Tree Pavilion was located. Although Ji Yuan's immortal light and Foyin Mingwang's Buddha light had been restrained, they were still vaguely visible in his eyes. In addition, Tu Tong was there and Tu Yi was also helping today, so he was not worried that they would not be able to keep an eye on the guests.
After a quick flight, Tu Miao first went back to get the wine, then quickly fled to a distant place, relying on the movement of a formation, and found a wooden pavilion on an open space in the center of the forest.
The room was all wooden floors and there were no chairs. There were two beautiful women sitting at a low table. One of them was Tu Siyan. She was dressed casually at the moment. She was leaning against the table, playing with her hair, looking at a chessboard on the table. Ji Yuan, the woman opposite Tu Siyan, was actually someone he knew. She was the woman who had given Hu Yun a nightmare.
"Humph, you guys are quite free!"
Tu Miao snorted coldly and stepped into the room. His eyes swept across the chessboard on the table and the two women, lingering briefly on the exposed part of Tu Siyan's body.
"What else can I do? Do you want me to go see him?"
Tu Siyan said this, then slowly straightened up, and the clothes on his shoulders slipped down a lot again. The woman opposite him looked at Tu Miao and asked.
"Well, will he leave?"
Neither of them addressed Ji Yuan by his name directly, nor did they call him Mr. Ji. It was not because they disliked Ji Yuan, but because they were being cautious and did not call him by his name.
"I lied that Tu Siyan was not in the cave, what could he do? He had no choice but to believe me! As for when he left, I don't know yet. When I came here, I vaguely heard in the air that he wanted to drink and discuss swords with Tu Yi."
"Let's talk swords!"
Tu Siyan's eyes lit up.
"Then you'd better copy it down. I want to see it, too."
The woman on the side also smiled.
"Perhaps he wants to use the sword fight as an excuse to cause some trouble, so just keep a close eye on him."
"Do not worry."
After saying that, Tu Miao turned and left.
…
Not long after, Tu Miao's escape light had landed in Tu Yi's yard again, and he laughed at the people sitting in front of the wooden table.
"Hahahaha, Mr. Ji, the wine is here!"
As he spoke, Tu Miao flicked his sleeves, and jars and pots of fine wine appeared one after another on the grass not far from the table. The amount of wine increased and gradually piled up into a mountain.
Ji Yuan was no joke about drinking and discussing swordsmanship, so he stood up immediately and walked to the wine jar based on his sense of smell. Tu Miao then stretched out his hand to take the wine, motioning for Ji Yuan to help himself.
Following his feeling, Ji Yuan directly took out a jar of the best fairy wine, tapped the seal and let out a stream of wine for tasting.
"Good wine! Fellow Daoist Tu Yi, I only wielded the sword hastily back then. Today is a rare opportunity. I will use my finger to represent the sword and discuss with you."
Ji Yuan today was very different from his usual reserved self, and Tu Yi's eyes gleamed, but he did not retreat and stood up directly.
"Well, since Mr. Ji has invited you, Yi, I will accompany you and watch the sword!"
Whoosh…
Tu Yi stomped his feet lightly, moved his hands with sword fingers, and his whole body turned into a white rainbow pointing towards Ji Yuan, who also met him with sword fingers. The two fingers collided, and a sharp sword intent rose up, and the terrifying sword energy that exploded spread around the valley like an explosion.
Many fox demons lying in various places in the valley seemed to feel the long sword piercing their bodies at this moment, and many of them fell to the ground in fright. However, those with high cultivation like Tu Yun, even though their scalps were tingling and goose bumps appeared all over their bodies, still stared at the open space in front of the tree pavilion.
The two masters wielded swords to discuss each other. Although they were just pointing swords, it was like two peerless divine weapons fighting each other. Sometimes it was like watching a violent storm, and sometimes it was like two butterflies dancing. It was beautiful and had a breathtaking edge...
"Excellent! This is the best sword technique in the world!"
The old monk Foyin does not use a sword, but the two people discussing and arguing with each other with swords is already a manifestation of "Tao". What weapons are used or even whether weapons are used at all does not affect the mysterious feeling in the mind of the observer.
The same goes for Tu Tong and Tu Miao, their eyes never left Ji Yuan and Tu Yi. At this moment, the swordplay was more worth watching than the life-and-death fight. Without the murderous aura and the power to destroy the world, it could better embody the word "discussion", which was to discuss the sword with the finger and the Tao with the sword.
"Hahahaha, Fellow Daoist Tu Yi is indeed good at swordsmanship."
Ji Yuan attacked Tu Yi with one hand and threw away the empty wine jar with the other hand, and picked up another one. Tu Yi did not drink any wine, but his eyes were full of fighting spirit and he obviously did not want to lose.
This was a very beneficial sword fight for the spectators. Many fox demons surrounding the valley tried to use their magic power to continue watching even though their eyes were hurting.
But although the sharp edge of the sword energy did not penetrate, the influence of the sword intent was too strong. Some fox demons even had bleeding eyes and had to retreat to a suitable distance to regulate their breath. Many remaining fox demons were also holding on. Some fox demons tried to memorize in their minds, or took paper and pen to take shorthand, but this often had the opposite effect, and either they felt more painful or there was only a blank.
Tu Yi wanted to win, but Ji Yuan was not obsessed with winning or losing. Sometimes he wielded the sword in his left hand and held the jar of wine in his right hand, and sometimes he turned it over. He kept using the sword and drinking a lot of wine. His stomach was like a bottomless pit. A jar of wine would gurgle into his mouth and would often be empty in a moment.
Moreover, the three nine-tailed foxes and the old monk Foyin saw clearly that Ji Yuan did not use any magic power to dissolve the effects of the alcohol, and there was not even a trace of alcohol smell coming out of him. As a result, after discussing swords for half a day and drinking dozens of jars of wine, Ji Yuan's cheeks were already slightly flushed.
"Mr. Ji, if you keep drinking like this, your sword will become unstable. How can you fight with me?"
Tu Yi reminded coldly that he felt Ji Yuan was looking down on him.
"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Tu Yi, sword fighting is done with swords, not with mouths, except for drinking."
Ji Yuan's laughter irritated Tu Yi a little. He did not remind Ji Yuan to be careful. His attack was even more agile, and the sword in his hand was three times stronger than before.
“Well done!”
Perhaps because of drinking, Ji Yuan seemed a little arrogant. He laughed and pointed his sword to meet Tu Yi's attack. His sword speed and sword intent increased along with Tu Yi's and were exactly the same. The sword skills of both were still inseparable and had not changed at all.
Tu Yi was shocked, but he calmed down and suppressed his extra emotions to deal with it. He knew that he should not be careless. However, as time went by, Ji Yuan's swordsmanship gradually became disorganized, but his sword intent became more and more strong.
Follow up with your body movements, draw your swords to counter your fingers, alternate your swords, draw your swords to strike...
Three whole days have passed, and Tu Yi has put all his mind into dealing with Ji Yuan's swordsmanship. He is no longer able to calculate Ji Yuan's next move or even the next move as he did at the beginning. He only focuses on the changes in front of him. This is because the changes in Ji Yuan's swordsmanship have almost changed from being spontaneous to unintentional, and also because the sense of oppression brought by Ji Yuan's sword is getting stronger and stronger.
"Am I going to lose?"
At this moment, Tu Yi's confidence in himself began to waver, and this wavering made it more difficult to deal with Ji Yuan's swordsmanship.
Tu Tong, Tu Miao and the old monk Foyin have all seen a clue. There are only a few foxes that can still hold on to the outskirts of the valley. However, they can vaguely feel that the swordsmanship of the immortal is like the unpredictable changes of heaven and earth, and the brilliance of ancestor Tu Yi seems to be following the swordsmanship of the immortal...
"No way... Ancestor, it seems like we are going to lose..."
Tu Yun forced herself to sit on the top of the mountain, blood was flowing from the corners of her eyes, but her eyes were wide open, full of disbelief.
The three days of sword fighting were also three days of heavy drinking. At this moment, Ji Yuan's sword skills were amazing, but his face was already flushed, and he even burped occasionally.
"Burp~~~Hahahaha, so good, so good..."
Ji Yuan swung his sword repeatedly, pointing out hundreds of sword fingers in an instant, forcing Tu Yi to retreat repeatedly.
At this moment, Ji Yuan narrowed his eyes and turned around. The fallen leaves and twigs on the surrounding grass vaguely followed his movements. After taking another sip of the immortal wine, he stopped sideways, pointed his right sword forward, and the fallen leaves around him formed a spiral, and with the sword's intention, they turned into a dragon and pounced towards Tu Yi.
This sword made Tu Yi, who had just released the power of a hundred swords, feel unstoppable and unavoidable. It even triggered the magic power that had been suppressed for three days. Although the magic power did not come out from the sword finger, it had already spread throughout his body.
Just as the magic power was about to be released, Tu Yi suddenly realized that he had committed a foul. In the moment of panic, the sword dragon in front of him suddenly dissipated.
Pieces of snow fell one by one from the sky, swaying and falling, and then returned to silence. Tu Yi stared blankly at Ji Yuan, who was two meters away. The latter was staggering with the jar of wine in his hand.
"Good wine... good sword..."
"boom… "
Ji Yuan actually fell directly to the ground.
"Mr. Ji!"
Tu Yi immediately appeared in front of Ji Yuan, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. Ji Yuan's breathing was even and his face was calm. He was actually drunk and fell asleep.