Standing next to Wen Manzhu was an extremely handsome man. Standing next to the beautiful Wen Manzhu, they were definitely a golden couple. From the aura he exuded, Mo Wuji knew that he was not Wen Manzhu's follower.
Wen Manzhu calmly said, "This is my Cheng Yu State's Ninth Prince, Situ Po. When I came here, I teamed up with him."
So he was Situ Qian's ninth son. If he had the chance in the future, he would definitely go back to Situ Qian to get back at him. Because of Situ Qian, Mo Wuji did not have a good impression of this Situ Po.
Situ Po gracefully clasped his fists towards Mo Wuji, "I've long heard of Drug Refiner Mo's great name. Now that I've met you today, you're indeed a dragon amongst men."
Mo Wuji chuckled, "Ninth Prince, your words are a little inappropriate."
Situ Po was slightly startled. According to the normal script, he, as the Ninth Prince, should have greeted Mo Wuji so calmly. Even if Mo Wuji didn't return the greeting, he shouldn't have spoken in such a manner, right?
"Oh, I would like to ask Drug Master Mo where my words are inappropriate?" Situ Po maintained his elegant demeanor as he asked with a smile.
Wen Manzhu also looked at Mo Wuji in shock. She did not understand why Mo Wuji would offend the Ninth Prince for no reason.
Mo Wuji sneered in his heart. Others might think that your Situ Clan is the boss, but in my eyes, your Situ Clan is just an enemy that I will settle with sooner or later. Cheng Yu State's Wang Situ Qian was definitely behind the collapse of the Mo Clan.
Since they were going to be enemies sooner or later, there was no need to feign civility. Moreover, when Mo Wuji saw Wen Manzhu and Situ Po standing together like a perfect couple, he was unhappy. The woman was fickle, and the man with the surname Situ was not a good person.
"Ninth Prince, first of all, I'm not an alchemist. Everyone knows that the Nine Lives Medicine I took out was passed down from my ancestors. Don't flatter me on the surface, but in reality, you're trying to drug me. Secondly, I'm a man, so I can't say I'm a phoenix. Thirdly, only an ordinary king would be called a dragon. If I was a dragon, then I would be the king of Cheng Yu State. These words were somewhat disgraceful. I do not believe that the Ninth Prince wishes for me to become the King of Cheng Yu State. "
Mo Wuji was so engrossed in talking that he completely forgot that a phoenix was actually a male.
Wen Manzhu pursed her lips. She didn't say anything, nor did she refute the loopholes in Mo Wuji's words. Situ Po's expression was somewhat unsightly. Why hadn't his father killed this fellow back then? Unfortunately, this was not a place where he, the Ninth Prince, had the final say. Even if he wanted to kill Mo Wuji, he could not do so.
"By the way, Ninth Prince, I think you look like someone I know." Mo Wuji saw that the originally calm and composed expression had turned ugly, and his heart was instantly filled with joy. Following which, he chuckled and said.
Situ Po frowned; he had a premonition that Mo Wuji would not say anything good. Wen Manzhu also furrowed her brows. The Mo Wuji in front of her seemed even more unfamiliar to her.
Mo Wuji chuckled and said, "That person's despicable methods are very impressive, and he has a nickname called 'Despicable Gentleman'. He's a very 'gentleman', and he's also the leader of a sect. The Violet Cloud Divine Art he cultivates is even more unprecedented. "
The Ninth Prince, who was about to leave, stopped in his tracks and asked in astonishment, "Drug Refiner Mo, there's actually such an expert senior? Brother Mo, may I know the name of that senior? Also, what kind of Immortal Dao cultivation technique was the Violet Sun Divine Art? Was it a peerless sword technique? "
Situ Po was originally going to participate in the Spring Immortal's Gate Conference. Now that he heard that Mo Wuji knew such an expert, how could he not be excited? As for whether Mo Wuji was lying, he did not doubt it at all. Mo Wuji's grandfather, Mo Tiancheng, was a powerful person. It was normal for such a person to befriend experts.
Mo Wuji sighed and said, "This powerful 'Despicable Gentleman' is called Yue Buqun. The moment I saw the Ninth Prince, I felt that he and the Ninth Prince were the same type of person. I don't know if the Violet Sun Divine Art is a peerless despicable technique, but this Despicable Gentleman was a very courageous person. After he cultivated the Violet Sun Divine Art, he actually used his willpower and boldness to discard his own technique, and changed to a more powerful despicable technique. No, it's a codex. I don't think I have the courage and willpower to do so. "
At this moment, Situ Po completely let go of his arrogance, and bowed to Mo Wuji, "May I ask what codex senior Yue changed to?"
Mo Wuji turned pale with fright as he looked at Situ Po and said, "Ninth Prince is indeed amazing. I haven't even said anything and you already know that it's a codex. That's right, it's the Sunflower Codex. Unfortunately, that senior isn't here. If that Despicable Gentleman was here, he would definitely pass the Sunflower Codex to the Ninth Prince. Because … "
At this point, Mo Wuji suddenly stopped.
This time, it wasn't just Ninth Prince Situ Po, even Wen Manzhu held her breath as she stared at Mo Wuji. She wanted to know what Mo Wuji was going to say.
After a few seconds, Mo Wuji continued, "Because you are the same type of person, you will definitely appreciate each other. Ai, it's a pity that I have no interest in cultivating that technique. Back then, I only saw the eight words on the cover. Of the eight words on the cover, I only remember six of them. However, there's nothing to regret. After all, I'm a mortal with mortal roots. That codex is not suitable for a mortal like me. I have seven emotions and six desires. How could I give up the life of a mortal for cultivation? "
"What are those words …" Situ Po blurted out.
Mo Wuji looked at Situ Po seriously and said, "To cultivate a godly technique, one must first … I only remember these six words. I'm leaving."
After saying that, Mo Wuji turned to Wen Manzhu and said, "Miss Wen, I'm suddenly not interested in having a long chat with you. The pressure is too great. Goodbye."
Looking at Mo Wuji's disappearing figure, Situ Po's expression changed a few times. After a while, he said to Wen Manzhu, "Manzhu, this Brother Mo is really carefree. He didn't feel depressed because of his mortal roots. Back then, when I found out that my spiritual roots weren't that good, I felt really bad. After all, you guys are old friends. It's good for you to chat more. I'll be going to the restaurant first. "
…
"Wuji, why don't you chat more?" Seeing Mo Wuji return, Ding Bu'Er asked with a smile.
"People with different paths cannot make plans together." Mo Wuji replied indifferently and started to help pull up the tents.
There were too many people heading to Chang Luo. Those who did not have a place to stay were like Mo Wuji, pulling up the tents by the seaside.
"What a good phrase, 'people with different paths cannot make plans together'. This brother really said it well." A hearty voice could be heard. A bearded man carrying a beast skin bag walked over. Behind this man was an extremely charming young woman.
If Wen Manzhu was a green apple, this young woman would be a more attractive ripe apple. If not for the heavy wind and dust aura on her, this young woman would look more like a luxurious person.
The bearded man clasped his fists towards Mo Wuji, "I'm Yuan Zhenyi and this is my companion, Aunt Eleven. After hearing your words just now, I deeply agree with you. If you don't mind, I have some good wine here. Let's have a drink together? "
Mo Wuji laughed, "Of course I don't mind. I'm Mo Wuji and this is my companion, Ding Bu'Er. Now that the tents have been pulled up, please come in. "
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