Immortal Mortal

Yuan Zhenyi didn't brag, the wine he brought was really good. The entrance is mellow and fragrant, and the aftertaste is long. What's more commendable is that there is a kind of faint alcohol in the body. Mo Wuji's opened meridian was even more moistened by the wine, making his whole body smooth.

Sure enough, it's a good wine, take a sip and relax your body. Mo Wuji said with admiration, he guessed that there was spirit grass in the wine, otherwise he wouldn't have such a comfortable feeling.

When Yuan Zhenyi heard Mo Wuji praise his wine, he said proudly, Brother Mo really knows how to drink. I used a spirit fruit for this wine. I come from the Lord Changyan. I accidentally entered the wine that year. After entering the Thunderfog Forest, I didn’t expect it to be a blessing in disguise, and I got a kind of spiritual fruit in it. In the end, I brewed ten pots of fine wine, and this is the last pot. But this wine is very strong, hahaha...

As soon as Mo Wuji heard it, he knew that Yuan Zhenyi was a bold person. A glass of wine brewed from this kind of spirit fruit was worth an astonishing price, but the key was that he couldn't buy it. But because Yuan Zhenyi liked what he said, he took it out and drank it casually.

I'm really ashamed. We met by chance, but drank brother Yuan's good wine. Mo Wuji suddenly thought of Lord Changyan, isn't it the one who started war with Lord Chengyu? But Mo Wuji didn't care, he had no sense of belonging to Cheng Yu's lord country.

Yuan Zhenyi laughed again, Brother Mo is offended when he said this. Just like what Brother Mo said just now, we don't agree with each other when we disagree. Brother Mo and I hit it off right away. Don't talk about a pot of wine, it's the best It’s hard to hit it off when you see it.”

No matter how good a thing is, it's hard to fall in love at first sight. Come, Brother Zhenyi, Eleven Niang, and Bu Er, let's have another drink. Mo Wuji's heart is open, and this is the first time since he was reborn after being plotted against by his lover. So open minded.

The four raised their wine glasses and drank them all in one gulp.

Even if he got through the first meridian at the beginning, all he had was a kind of excitement and unspeakable joy. But that was not carefree, at this moment, he felt real carefree, a kind of real relaxation and expressing his heart.

After drinking, Mo Wuji couldn't help but sing loudly:

How many confidants are there in this world

how many friendships last

Let’s part today and shake hands with both of you

Friendship is always in your heart

I have a farewell today

He will be able to meet again

even if we can't meet

always friends

Wanli Mountain

Separate the two places

no need to meet

I also know in my heart

friendship can't be changed

...

In the beginning, Mo Wuji sang alone, but later Yuan Zhenyi and others also learned to sing along.

...

Wen Manzhu stood outside the tent where Mo Wuji was, frowning all the time. She didn't like the fact that people like Mo Wuji and Yuan Zhenyi were drinking and making loud noises together.

Mo Wuji used to be a small county king anyway, even if he lost his status as a county king, he couldn't be so depraved. If this went on like this, Mo Wuji would never be able to climb out of the servants again. If she hadn't felt a little guilty and wanted to help Mo Wuji, she would have turned around and left. Maybe she didn't realize that she came here for another purpose, which was to help Situ Po find out about the origin of that gentleman.

But when she heard Mo Wuji sing that friendship lasts forever, she was shocked. She had spent the longest time with Mo Wuji, and she knew Mo Wuji from the bottom up. But he never knew that Mo Wuji had such a good musical talent. The singing voice was extremely sweet, with sincerity in its plainness.

Brother Mo, this song is good, I like it. No matter how many mountains and rivers there are, friendship cannot be changed! Eleven Niang blushed from drinking, and walked up to Mo Wuji with a wine glass like a man, and grabbed Mo Wuji. Ji's arms were drunk and he said loudly.

Yuan Zhenyi also stood up holding his glass and said, It's indeed a good song, and I like it too. The only regret is that there is no wine in the song, otherwise it would be perfect, so let's drink this one.

Mo Wuji stood up, smelling like alcohol, drank the wine in his glass, and said loudly, In that case, I'll play another song,

Yesterday is gone forever

happiness is more expensive than anything

You can't take it back if you cover it with water

Peach blossoms are gone and there are roses

In decades of life, there will always be wind and rain to accompany

Go to the meeting in a chic way

Don't regret after the past, experience it slowly

At this moment, friends, this glass of wine is the most precious

Fill up the wine, drink this glass and sing loudly

good friends good friends have a good night

It also taught me to cherish the shoulders of my friends

The sun will always shine in the sky after the storm

Let's raise our heads and learn to be strong

Like this glass of strong wine from a friend burns my heart

Warm me, don't worry about everything

Let's meet today

Affectionately filled the wine glass

Time flies like running water

Who cares who he was yesterday

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Because of Mo Wuji's wild and hoarse voice after drinking, Wen Manzhu outside the tent was completely stunned. Compared with the previous song, she felt that she liked this song even more. Every sentence seemed to hit the bottom of her heart, making her blood boil, wishing she could go in and have a few drinks with them.

Is this what a friend feels like? She also has her own friends. Situ Po, the ninth prince of Chengyu Kingdom, Zhao Pu, the son of Zhao Feihu, the first general of Chengyu Kingdom, Yao Bingzhen, the son of Yao Kang, the Ministry of Rites, and the slightly hypocritical Zhao Xu...

Which one of these people is not a hero for a while, and which one is not a young hero with a bright future? But why did she feel that she would never find such a feeling of blood boiling in these people? For example, this time, if Situ Po didn't know where Mo Wuji knew about the Sunflower Collection, would he persuade himself to come and chat with Mo Wuji more?

Okay, okay, Brother Mo, I like this song... Fill up the glass and sing loudly, good friends, good friends have a great time tonight, and let me know how to cherish the shoulders of friends... Yuan Zhenyi Sing along with Mo Wuji.

After singing a few lines, Ding Bu Er and Eleven Niang joined in.

Wen Manzhu stood outside the tent for a long time, and finally gave up the idea of ​​continuing to enter the tent. If she hadn't experienced what happened today, she would never have known that Mo Wuji was so versatile. Just two random songs can make her blood boil. She couldn't help but join in and sing along.

After walking a long distance, Wen Manzhu slowly lowered her head until the singing could no longer be heard. She knew that no matter how good Mo Wuji's singing was, she and Mo Wuji were people from two worlds after all.

If Mo Wuji had spiritual roots, she might find a way to help him. It's a pity that Mo Wuji doesn't have spiritual roots. After she joined Xianmen and began to practice, she and Mo Wuji would become farther and farther apart.

Let him go with the past. If he succeeds in cultivation and sees him in the future, he will be rich and honored. Or help him realize his dream and bring back Beiqin Commandery and return it to him. Saying goodbye in the past, as if to find a reason for himself to leave Mo Wuji, Wen Manzhu muttered to himself and walked into the restaurant.