Quick wear: Oops! The paranoid god is a love brain

Of course the sword master does not need the sword spirit to protect him.

However, the proud and happy look of his little sword spirit was still very useful to Shi Muyun.

The banquet was attended by everyone from Jiange to Jiange.

As the leader, Shi Muyun would naturally sit at the head table even if he was about to leave.

He didn't go specifically to ask for a seat for Yan Feng.

Just let his little sword spirit lean next to him and sit with him. When holding the person in his arms, Shi Muyun leaned against Yan Feng's ear and gave a small reminder. He said, "Don't eat this meal. If you are hungry, wait until the matter is settled. Mr. You make love and eat.”

Of course Yan Feng knew the reason why Shi Muyun said this.

But he still tried his best to tell Shi Muyun: "Even if they really poison it, they won't kill me."

He is a sword spirit.

There is not even a body that can be poisoned.

How could it be interfered with and affected?

But the result of saying this was that Shi Muyun frowned and showed a very disapproving expression.

No more words needed.

Yan Feng knew his answer.

He could only shut his mouth obediently, and then glanced at the glass of wine handed over by the elder in front of him. Yan Feng reminded Shi Muyun and said, "There is no poison in this glass of wine."

As Shi Muyun's sword spirit, Yan Feng will not be seen by others, and the voices he speaks will certainly not be heard by others.

Shi Muyun didn't know how he judged that there was no poison in the wine.

But he knew that Yan Feng would not lie to him about this kind of thing.

So when the great elder said that everyone should raise a glass to the leader, Shi Muyun also raised the wine glass with them, and drank the wine in one gulp as if he really didn't notice anything.

Wine is a strong drink.

Although he doesn't drink alcohol on weekdays and has no such habit or hobby, he is a cultivator after all and is still resistant to alcohol.

Shi Muyun frowned slightly.

The spicy taste spreads all the way from the mouth to the stomach.

He didn't know why anyone would like to drink this stuff.

If you drink this kind of thing, you can get drunk. He actually felt that it would be better if he kissed his little sword spirit a few more times, and maybe he could get drunker.

After a glass of wine, the great elder took the lead in speaking those pretentious words.

This time it wasn't just him.

The hall masters and disciples next to him were also trying their best to cater to him, telling him about their reluctance and pain.

The love was so deep that Shi Muyun even heard the cry.

From an acting point of view, these people's performances are too good.

As soon as this thought came into my mind, it was broken by the voice coming from beside me.

Yan Feng said very angrily: "I suspect these people are just bullying you. They have already made you cry, but they don't shed tears. It's really disrespectful!"

Yan Feng said that he was filled with indignation.

Shi Muyun couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.

His performance was far from the current atmosphere of the entire venue.

Those who were still pretending to wipe away tears were stunned.

For a moment I didn't know if I should continue to be in this state.

The atmosphere was awkward for a moment.

Fortunately, Shi Muyun adjusted himself very well.

He quickly calmed down his expression, as if the laughter just now was not from him.

With a straight face again, he coughed lightly and said, "There's no need for you to be so sad. I'm just leaving the sect temporarily, not forever. Master once told me that this world is both big and small. If you are willing, We can meet each other even though we are thousands of miles apart. So there is no need to worry about separation."

This is actually true.

After all, everyone is a cultivator.

If you really want to meet, even if it's the end of the world, it's just a few days' journey away.

Of course, this is for those who have a good relationship.

For him and the people in Jiange, I am afraid that if we say goodbye now, there will really be no chance of meeting each other.

After all, yin and yang are separated.

It's not something that's easy to break.

Shi Muyun said this last sentence in his own heart.

He picked up the wine glass and put it to his lips, and used his sleeves to cover up the sarcastic smile raised at the corner of his mouth.

It's a pity that others don't know what he is thinking. Even the elder who is closest to him thinks that he really said what he is thinking. He hurriedly said a few words to cater to them, and then brought the topic to the point that they were most concerned about.

The big old eyes were almost bright.

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he looked at Shi Muyun and asked carefully: "Master, the sword in your hand, from our point of view, is not much different from the ones you had before. Tianji Pavilion Those people say it is good, but what do you think of it? We are also a little curious, what is so special about this sword?"

Although it is a bit excessive to ask questions about this kind of topic to fellow students, it is not impossible.

Shi Muyun calmed down.

Lowered one of his hands.

To others, he just put his arm on the arm of the chair.

Only he and Yan Feng knew that the force of his posture was clearly holding his little sword spirit in his arms.

He leaned back and pressed himself against the back of the chair.

Still looking that indifferent, Shi Muyun thought for a while and said, "It doesn't hurt to tell you. I'm afraid you don't believe me if I tell you."

"What's so unbelievable about this?" the great elder said with a smile: "The leader is one of our own, how could he lie to us?"

Others followed suit.

He praised Shi Muyun to the sky.

And Shi Muyun did not disappoint their expectations. In these compliments, he also gave the answers those people wanted. He said: "This sword has a spirit. It is the sword spirit that only appears in the story. You can't see him, but I knew from before that he has always been with me."

As soon as he said this, the whole place was in an uproar.

If Shi Muyun had only said these words, the listeners around him would definitely think that he was crazy.

After all, it's just like he said.

"Sword Spirit" is just a legend.

But when viewed together with the hexagrams of Tianji Pavilion, Shi Muyun's current remarks become extremely real again.

There was already a look of fanaticism in everyone's eyes.

The great elder immediately came over with a wine pot and filled Shi Muyun's cup with wine.

However, the words to persuade him to drink were not spoken.

Shi Muyun asked him in a low voice: "The Great Elder doesn't believe what I said?"

"Of course not!" The great elder immediately shook his head and said, "I just want to congratulate the leader, after all..."

"Since you believe what I say, you should pay more attention to your own behavior, right?" Shi Muyun smiled and said: "For example, this pot of poisonous wine, my sword spirit is by my side, will he not tell me? "