Ji Yuan fell drunk on the grass, still murmuring vaguely, as if he was laughing or recalling the wine and swordsmanship. Even though Tu Yi was so close, he couldn't hear clearly, and soon only the sound of Ji Yuan's breathing could be heard.
Tu Tong and Tu Miao also subconsciously stood up the moment Ji Yuan fell down, even the old monk Foyin did the same. Several of them walked closer to Ji Yuan and saw Ji Yuan's condition one step later than Tu Yi.
"This... Mr. Ji..."
Hearing Tu Miao's words of surprise and confusion, Tu Yi, who was half-squatting beside Ji Yuan, raised his head and smiled helplessly at the three of them.
"Mr. Ji, he seems drunk."
"Drunk?"
Tu Tong took a few steps closer and squatted down. She subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch Ji Yuan's face, but Tu Yi on the side gave her a sneer and she immediately stopped.
"Good! If you think about the way Mr. Ji drank just now, and didn't disperse the alcohol, even a real immortal would get drunk!"
The old monk Foyin said this with a smile, and at the same time thought to himself, perhaps Mr. Ji just wanted to get drunk.
Ji Yuanling, the three nine-tailed fox demons and the old monk Foyin were all very surprised, but his state did not look like he was pretending to be drunk. Since Ji Yuan was drunk, the sword fight naturally had to end here.
Tu Tong, Tu Miao and the old monk Foyin did not take the initiative to mention the outcome of this sword fight. Anyway, Ji Yuan got drunk in the middle of the sword fight, so he naturally couldn't be considered the winner. But if you say that Ji Yuan was mature, I'm afraid even Tu Yi would not agree.
"Mr. Ji is drunk, but we can't just let him sleep on the floor, right?"
Tu Tong was half squatting with her collarbone slightly exposed. She said this to Tu Yi with a smile, and the latter nodded lightly.
"Although my tree pavilion is a bit shabby, I think Mr. Ji won't mind it. Let Mr. Ji rest on the couch in my study."
Without waiting for others to speak, Tu Yi lifted one of Ji Yuan's hands, put it over his shoulder, and helped Ji Yuan, who was staggering and could hardly walk, to walk towards the tree pavilion. He then put Ji Yuan on a wooden couch in a small room outside that was connected to the living room.
After Ji Yuan turned over comfortably on the wooden couch, he continued to sleep soundly in a side-lying position, his breathing becoming longer and longer.
Tu Yi stood beside the bed and looked at Ji Yuan for a while, recalling Ji Yuan's last sword move just now, and interpreting another possibility in his mind.
'If Ji Yuan wasn't drunk? If that sword pointed at me, would I be able to catch it...'
In just a moment? Tu Yi put himself in the situation just now and thought of many possibilities? But in the end, he was not sure if he could block the sword? Maybe at that moment he would really burst out with magic power...
After taking another look at Ji Yuan, Tu Yi turned and left. In fact, just now, he even suspected that Ji Yuan was pretending to be drunk just to save his face. But everyone behind him saw Ji Yuan drunk, so it couldn't be fake.
When Tu Yi came out of the tree pavilion, Tu Miao had already raised his glass to toast him.
"Brother Tu Yi, the three-day sword discussion was truly wonderful and unprecedented. Although I don't use a sword, I benefited a lot from watching it. Although I didn't drink, I was as intoxicated as Mr. Ji!"
"It is indeed mysterious, and I really cannot help but admire it!"
Tu Tong also complimented him? Then she looked in the direction of the tree pavilion and asked another question.
"Mr. Ji is asleep? How long do you think it will take for him to wake up?"
"I don't think it will take long."
Tu Yi replied, sat back at the wooden table, poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all, recalling the previous sword fight in his mind.
The other people didn't say anything more and all sat down at the table. The old monk Foyin closed his eyes in meditation, Tu Tong also closed his eyes slightly, Tu Yi drank alone, and Tu Miao took out a stack of white paper and kept writing something with a pen.
Several people were all comprehending the sword debate of the previous three days. The one who benefited the most was naturally Tu Yi, who was discussing with Ji Yuan. He actually didn't like drinking, but because Ji Yuan drank so much and he was greatly shocked, he also tried to drink and wanted to put himself in Ji Yuan's feelings, but unfortunately he didn't succeed.
While drinking, Tu Yi glanced at Tu Miao and saw that although Tu Miao was good at writing and drawing, even if he was a nine-tailed Taoist, he didn't understand swordsmanship. What he wrote on the white paper only contained three-tenths of the true meaning. He still lost some help from this precious paper.
But no matter what, being able to retain some of the true meaning on paper is already a sign of Tu Miao's high level of Taoism.
Compared with the four people at the table, the fox demons nearby, including Tu Sisi, although they were taken care of during the process, their heartbeats were still very fast until this moment. Their minds were full of the images of the first day of the two people's sword fight. They were close to the water tower, but they were also protected by the nine-tailed fox and the old monk Foyin. Although they were not harmed by the sword intent and could watch the whole process relatively easily, the benefits they got were much more limited than the foxes in the outer valley.
On the other side of the valley, most of the foxes were unconscious, and many were regulating their breathing. However, Tu Yun and a few stronger fox demons relied on their protective treasures or their Taoism to watch the whole process.
Tu Yun tightly grasped a protective gem on her chest. It not only protected her soul, but also constantly nourished her originally fragmented spirit.
At this time, Tu Yun, like some of the surrounding fox demons, was still in shock at the sword fight. The swordsmanship of Tu Yi's ancestor was superb, and the swordsmanship of the real immortal Ji Yuan was also beautiful, more like watching the movement of heaven and earth, which seemed more attractive...
"Huh... It's finally over, the ancestor won!"
"Yeah, I can't hold on any longer!" "Yeah, me too, luckily the ancestor won!"
"Yeah, just now I was really afraid that Ancestor Tu Yi would lose!"
Tu Yun looked at the fox demons around her and muttered.
"It should be a draw at best..."
Tu Yun originally hated Ji Yuan to the core, but at this moment he suddenly understood what his ancestors had said to him: he was just an ant, so what ability and what qualifications did he have to hate Ji Yuan
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Outside the tree pavilion in the valley, Tu Tong, Tu Miao, Tu Yi and the old monk Foyin each understood the truth. In the study pavilion with lush branches and leaves, Ji Yuan was sleeping peacefully on Tu Yi's wooden couch.
Ji Yuan was indeed drunk. This was perhaps the first time that he was so drunk since he came to this world, but he felt comfortable, relaxed, and unrestrained when drunk. Moreover, he felt drunk at the right time.
In fact, before Ji Yuan fell down, he was already drunk. The last sword was simply the sword intent displayed in a drunken dream. It was also in that drunken dream that, as Ji Yuan expected, when he was drunk and asleep, between a dream and not a dream, his perception of "Dream in the Clouds" reached its peak. At this moment, he also locked onto the location of the heavenly book and could even sense the breath beside the book.
The four people outside and the foxes in the valley were all immersed in the three-day sword fight between Ji Yuan and Tu Yi, but Ji Yuan, who was sleeping drunkenly with even breathing, sat up at this moment.
No, Ji Yuan was still drunk, because Ji Yuan on the bed was still sleeping, his spirit and breath remained unchanged.
But at this moment, Ji Yuan really stood up again, in Ji Yuan's dream!
This was the strangest use of the art of dreamwalking that Ji Yuan had ever made since he had mastered it. It really was as if he were dreaming and seemed a little dazed, but he was still drunk in the dream, so he was still staggering after he stood up.
“Hehe, hehe, hehe… I’m drunk…”
Ji Yuan covered his forehead with his hands 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 at the bed.
"No, you are drunk, I am not, hahahaha..."
While shaking, Ji Yuan walked out of the tree pavilion and saw the states of the three nine-tailed foxes. He also saw the old monk Foyin meditating like a clay sculpture, but the four seemed unaware of Ji Yuan's arrival. Ji Yuan knew that as long as he did not show any attack or other bad thoughts towards them, they should not be able to notice him.
As he staggered past the wooden table and passed by the pile of wine jars, Ji Yuan took a few more glances. The wine jars filled up half of the valley, but nine out of ten were empty, which showed how much he had drunk and how happily he drank before.
Ji Yuan's steps seemed unsteady, but there was a charm in the shaking. He stepped on the lake surface in the valley, just like walking on water. Then his figure floated like clouds in the light, crossing the lake, stepping on the peaks, and climbing the mountains...
The speed seems not fast, but it seems to be extremely fast.
When passing by Tu Yun, Ji Yuan took another look at her. In terms of aura, this fox was indeed more pleasing to the eye than before. Then he stepped out of the valley and walked away.
No flying, no changing, no moving...
Ji Yuan's steps were always a little crooked, but he could walk an exaggerated distance with each step. Maybe it was a long time, or maybe it was just a moment. Ji Yuan himself couldn't tell. Anyway, when his body shook again and stabilized, he rubbed his forehead and looked up. He saw two women sitting at a chess table in the hall of a wooden building. One of them was Tu Siyan.
“Hahahahahaha… right here!”
Ji Yuan staggered a few steps closer, thought for a moment, put one hand behind his back and pointed the other hand as a sword. He could vaguely feel the omnipresent sword intent of the Qingteng Sword.
"Hey, the sword that Tu Yi can't see is given to you!"
After saying that, Ji Yuan's body floated and he pointed his sword forward.
At this moment, the sound of the Green Ivy Sword also rang out in Ji Yuan's dream.
At this moment, all illusions around him twisted and turned, turning into a dragon. At this moment, infinite sword intent came out from Ji Yuan's sword and passed through Tu Siyan's forehead...
In front of the wooden building, another woman dropped the black piece in her hand into a corner.
"It's your turn."
But Tu Siyan did not react. She lay lazily on the table as if she had fallen asleep.
"It's your turn!"
The woman called out again, but Tu Siyan still didn't respond. She frowned and was about to say something when she was suddenly stunned and her face changed drastically.
The demonic aura on Tu Siyan's body, the spiritual energy surrounding her, and her spiritual essence were actually leaking out faintly.
"What's wrong with you, you..."
The woman reached out and lifted Tu Siyan's head, her pupils shrank.
It seemed that Tu Siyan's energy and spirit were mostly still there, and her soul seemed to be still there, but like a cracked ceramic, all her energy was irreversibly dissipating.
In just a moment, Tu Siyan's energy and spirit completely collapsed, dissipating at an unimaginable and unresponsive speed, and completely turned into a corpse.
Shocked! Overwhelmed! Terrified!
Dead! Dead! Dead! Tu Siyan is dead! She died in front of him, inexplicably!
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