Yuan Zhenyi was not bragging. The wine he brought was indeed good wine. It was mellow in the mouth and had a lingering aftertaste. What was more precious was that there was a faint tipsy feeling in the body. Mo Wuji's opened meridian was nourished by the wine, and his entire body felt extremely comfortable.
"It is indeed a good wine. Drinking a mouthful makes me feel relaxed." Mo Wuji exclaimed in admiration. He guessed that there were spiritual herbs in the wine, otherwise, he would not have such a comfortable feeling.
When Yuan Zhenyi heard Mo Wuji praise his wine, he said proudly, "Brother Mo is really someone who understands wine. I used a spiritual fruit in this wine. I come from the Chang Yan State. That year, I accidentally entered the Thunder Fog Forest. Unexpectedly, I profited from misfortune and obtained a type of spirit fruit. In the end, I made ten bottles of wine, and this is the last one. But this wine is very strong, hahaha … "
The moment Mo Wuji heard this, he knew that Yuan Zhenyi was a forthright person. A cup of wine brewed from such a spiritual fruit was worth a lot, but it could not be bought. However, because Yuan Zhenyi liked what he said, he casually took it out and drank it.
"I'm really ashamed. We've only met by chance, but I've drunk Brother Yuan's good wine." Mo Wuji suddenly thought of Chang Yan State. Wasn't it the one that started a war with Cheng Yu State? However, Mo Wuji did not care. He had no sense of belonging to Cheng Yu State.
Yuan Zhenyi chuckled, "Brother Mo, you're treating me like an outsider. Just like what Brother Mo said, those who walk different paths cannot make plans together. Brother Mo and I felt like old friends the moment we met. There's no need to talk about a mere flask of wine, even the best item would not be able to compare to feeling like old friends at first sight. "
"Good, no matter how good something is, it's still not as good as an old friend at first sight. Come, Brother Zhenyi, Aunt Eleven, Bu Er, let's have another cup. " Mo Wuji's heart was at ease. Ever since he was betrayed by his lover and was reborn, this was the first time he felt so carefree.
The four of them raised their wine cups and drained it in one gulp.
Even when he had opened his first meridian, he had only felt a kind of excitement and indescribable joy. But that was not carefree. At this moment, he felt truly carefree, a true sense of relaxation and freedom.
Towards the end, Mo Wuji could not help but sing loudly:
"How many friends can a man have in this world?
How many friendships last
Let's shake hands when we part ways today
Friendship is always in your heart and mine
Let us part today.
We will be together again in the future
Even if we can't meet.
And always a friend.
Ten Thousand Li Mountain
Far from each other
No need to meet.
And he knows.
Friendship never changes.
…
At the beginning, Mo Wuji sang alone. Later on, Yuan Zhenyi and the rest learned to sing along.
…
Wen Manzhu stood outside Mo Wuji's tent, frowning. She did not like the fact that Mo Wuji and Yuan Zhenyi were drinking and talking loudly together.
In any case, Mo Wuji was once a small prefecture king. Even if he lost his prefecture king status, he should not have fallen so low. If this carried on, Mo Wuji would never be able to climb out of the crowd. If not for the guilt in her heart, and the fact that she wanted to help Mo Wuji, she would have long turned and left. Perhaps even she herself did not realize that she had another motive for coming here, which was to help Situ Po find out more about the Gentleman Scum's origins.
But when she heard Mo Wuji sing "Friendship Lasts Forever", she was stunned. She had been with Mo Wuji for the longest time, so she knew Mo Wuji very well. However, she did not know that Mo Wuji had such musical talent. His voice was very sweet, and there was a hint of sincerity in it.
"Brother Mo, this song is very good. I like it. No matter how far we go, our friendship will never change! " Aunt Eleven's face was completely red, and she walked over to Mo Wuji like a man. She grabbed Mo Wuji's arm and said loudly.
Yuan Zhenyi also stood up and raised his wine cup, "It is indeed a good song. I like it too. The only pity is that there was no wine in the song. Otherwise, it would have been perfect. Come, let's drink.
Mo Wuji also stood up, his body reeking of alcohol. He drank the wine in his cup in one gulp and said loudly, "Since that's the case, let me sing another song.
Yesterday is gone, never to return.
Happiness is more expensive than anything else.
What's done cannot be undone.
When the peach blossoms fade, there are roses.
Life is always accompanied by wind and rain.
Go to the party in a carefree and unrestrained manner, and go home drunk
I won't regret the past. Slowly experience it.
At this moment, friends are the most precious wine.
Quickly fill up the cup and drink up. Sing loudly.
Good friends, friendly friends, tonight is a happy night.
It also taught me to cherish a friend's shoulder.
The sun always shines after the storm.
Let us raise our heads and learn to be strong.
Just like a friend's strong wine, burning my heart.
Warm me up. Don't worry about anything.
Today we're here to meet.
Affectionately filling up the cup.
Time flies like water.
Who cares who was who yesterday.
…
Because Mo Wuji was drunk, his wild and hoarse voice caused Wen Manzhu, who was outside the tent, to be completely stunned. Compared to the previous song, she felt that she liked this song even more. Every word seemed to strike her heart, causing her blood to boil. She could not wait to go in and drink with them.
Was this the feeling of friends? She also had her own friends. Cheng Yu State's Ninth Prince Situ Po, Cheng Yu State's number one general Zhao Feihu's son Zhao Pu, Ministry of Rites' Yao Kang's son Yao Bingzhen, and that slightly hypocritical Zhao Xu...
Which one of these people was not an outstanding talent? Which one of them was not a young hero with a bright future? But why did she feel that she would never be able to find this kind of feeling from these people? For example, this time, if Situ Po did not know that Mo Wuji knew the location of the Sunflower Treasured Manual, would he persuade her to come and chat with Mo Wuji?
"Good, good, Brother Mo, I like this song... Quick, fill up the cup and sing loudly. Good friend, good friend, what a joyous night. It also taught me to cherish the shoulders of my friends..." Yuan Zhenyi sang along with Mo Wuji.
After singing two lines, Ding Bu'Er and Aunt Eleven joined in.
Wen Manzhu stood outside the tent for a long time. Finally, she gave up on the idea of entering the tent. If not for today's events, she would never have known that Mo Wuji was so talented. Two songs that he casually sang were enough to make her blood boil. She could not help but want to join in and sing along with him.
After walking for a long time, when the singing could no longer be heard, Wen Manzhu slowly lowered her head. She knew that no matter how good Mo Wuji's singing was, she and Mo Wuji were people from two different worlds.
If Mo Wuji had spiritual roots, she might have thought of a way to help him. Unfortunately, Mo Wuji did not have spiritual roots. Once she joined an immortal sect and started cultivating, she and Mo Wuji would drift apart.
"Let bygones be bygones. In the future, if I am successful in my cultivation and can still see him, I will give him some riches. Or I will help him realize his dream and return the Northern Qin Prefecture to him. " It was as though she was bidding farewell to the past and finding a reason to leave Mo Wuji. Wen Manzhu muttered to herself as she walked into the restaurant.
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