Chapter 64 Ximen Chuixue's Wine Festival

Chapter 64 At the bottom of a towering ice peak, where the ice is covered, there is a one-person-high ice cave, and the ice cave passage extends to this thousands of feet of ice peak.

The strong man in the realm of the Sword Emperor's sensitivity to the sword spirit has reached a terrible level. Within a thousand miles, only sword practitioners exist, so they can find where the other party is without the help of divine consciousness.

Where the shadow fell, Fengyun Wuji had fallen at the mouth of the ice cave. The interior of the ice cave was very bright, the internal walls were very smooth, and the curved passage continued to extend inward, and I don't know where the end was.

After a moment of hesitation, Fengyun Wuji stood at the mouth of the cave and said loudly, "Fengyun Wuji, please see the senior Ximen blowing snow."

"It's already at the door, so come in."

A lonely sound came from the cave, which was the sound of Ximen blowing snow.

Along the winding passage, stepping on the smooth ice, Fengyun Wuji saw a decadent Ximen blowing snow hundreds of meters underground.

Seriously, this is an ice kiln, an ice kiln that is used as a shelter. The ground is very messy, and there are some pouring or pouring wine jars everywhere. Inside the spacious ice kiln, Ximen in white is blowing snow and leaning his sword against the cold snow wall. In front of him, there is an altar Hot wine. .

On the snow wall opposite the wooden table, there is a yellow picture scroll, on which is a woman with a smile on the corners of her mouth and a gentle face.

"Senior,..." As soon as Fengyun Wuji opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Ximen.

"Don't say anything now, have a glass of wine with me!" Ximen blew the snow and raised his head, as if he was drunk.

Fengyun Wuji stopped opening his mouth, walked slowly, leaned against the low table of the ice sculpture, and sat down cross-legged.

Ximen Chuixue grabbed a wine jar next to him and brushed his right hand at the bottom of the jar. The wine jar quickly melted with frozen wine, and bubbles came out of the bottom of the jar one by one. In a moment, the hot air rose from the wine jar.

"Come on, you come to the altar, too."

Ximen Chuixue put the wine jar on the ice-carved low table and greeted Fengyun Wuji.

Looking at the quaint wine jar in front of him and smelling the familiar fragrance of wine, Fengyun Wuji's eyes gradually became a little trance.

How long has it been, how long has it been since I haven't drunk wine, a hundred years, two hundred years... More than 400 years, that is, I haven't drunk the wine in the world for more than 400 years.

After the ascension, people have reached the realm of breaking the valley, with less troubles of vulgar things, but also less fun.

"Unexpectedly, Brother Wuji is still an elegant man," Ximen Chuxue said with drunken eyes. He grabbed them around him and put two exquisite luminous glasses on the table: "This is the time when I flew up. I brought it with me. I don't usually use it easily. Today, I'll bring it to entertain you."

Fengyun Wuji heard the words and took a look at the two exquisite wine glasses. He couldn't help but be appalled. When he soared, the sky was about to collapse and the earth was about to crack, and his body was still difficult to save, but Ximen Fuxue could actually bring up the luminous cup he enjoyed before the asc

This skill is really amazing.

Fengyun Wuji grabbed the crystal clear luminous cup. On the low table of the ice sculpture, a wine spring rose from the wine jar and injected into Fengyun Wuji's wine glass. It was just full and stopped.

After drinking all the wine in the glass, Feng Yun Wuji couldn't help sighing: "I haven't drunk this kind of wine for a long time. I don't know where Brother Ximen found these wines."

This soaring to ancient times, the age can be called an old monster. If according to age, most people are the predecessors of Fengyun Wuji, but even if Ximen Chuixue originally intended to call him Brother Wuji, Fengyun Wuji is also willing to call him Brother Ximen. The two sides are equal, and the distance is much closer

"These are all given to me by my friend before I flew..." Ximen said indifferently, but Feng Yun Wuji heard a trace of trembling from his voice.

"Then why didn't you see them?" Ximen Chuixue did not answer. He grabbed the wine jar, looked up and drank. For a long time, he put down the wine jar and wiped the wine stains on his mouth. Ximen Chuixue suddenly grabbed the sword beside him and walked out of the hole.

"They are all dead, dead, dead... I soared, but they are all dead! ...Lu Xiaofeng, Hua Manlou..." The roar of Ximen blowing snow came from outside the ice kiln.

Fengyun Wuji sighed, grabbed the wine jar and drank all the liquor in the wine jar in one breath. After a long time, he spit out and muttered, "You still have friends. At least, you once had them, but I didn't have any friends... I never had them..." After saying that, he got up, walked out of the At the exit, I saw Ximen blowing snow standing proudly on the snow, looking up to the sky, hunting in a white shirt, and there was no movement of him. I saw thousands of sword spirit bursting out of his right wrist at the same time, fanning the snow around him.

In front of Ximen blowing snow, there was a majestic ice peak hundreds of meters away, with a sudden ash, and a large area of snow slipped down the mountain from the peak.

Fengyun Wuji's eyes have been staring at Ximen Fuxue's hand, but no matter how hard he looked at it, what he saw was always Ximen Fuxue's hand, quietly holding the hilt of the sword, motionless, and occasionally for a moment, there seemed to be a phantom.

Fengyun Wuji's heart was surging. Four hundred years ago, when he saw Ximen blowing snow, he knew that the speed of this person's sword was unparalleled, but four hundred years later, when he saw this person again, Fengyun Wuji knew that he was still wrong. The higher his martial arts skills, the more he felt .

If it is within 100 meters, Fengyun Wuji can't guarantee that he can retreat from the snow sword from the west gate.

"Brother Lu, Brother Hua..." Ximen Chuixue sprinkled the wine in the luminous glass in his hand on the snow and muttered something. Feng Yun Wuji knew that he was struggling with his friends who had passed away on the plane.

"I know what's going on with you," Ximen Chuixue's voice sounded in Fengyun Wuji's ear. His voice was flat, which made it completely difficult to connect him with the extremely emotional swordsman just now.

Fengyun Wuji raised his head and looked at him in surprise.

Ximen blew snow and sighed: "A thousand years after I flew up, I can finally break through the plane barrier and return to the previous plane.

Although they know that they may have died, it is still difficult to solve this unspeakable pain in their hearts.

The people here are deserted and less affectionate, and they are not as good as the world before the rise.

If not all the people I know had left, I would never have been willing to stay on this plane.

Fengyun Wuji nodded: "You have already heard about the secret of my establishment of the sword domain, and you also understand the purpose of my initial creation. I don't think I need to say more.

... I hope you can join the sword domain. In any case, even if you have a name, any elder can do it. I just hope that you can help me and build a paradise that swordsmen in the world can rely on.

"If that's the case, then it's a pity that I can't help you at all. Please be smart."

Ximen blew the snow coldly, stepped on tiptoe, and gently passed by Fengyun Wuji.

"... I also hope that I can do something to change the world. This ancient human being has fallen. I hope I can bring a hope to the human race. I hope that my disciples will not die in vain again, and I also hope that other martial artists will no longer have to be separated from their relatives and friends."

Ximen blew his back to the wind and clouds, and his steps stopped in the void. For a long time, he sighed and said, "You go to find a person called 'Sword Demon' Dugu for defeat. If you can ask him to join, then add me, maybe the sword domain can really be established."

After saying that, Ximen blew his head high and stepped into the deep, cold ice kiln.

"Sword demon, Dugu seeks defeat! ...Uh-huh," Fengyun Wuji muttered to himself, and then a smile appeared on his face and walked out happily. He knew that Ximen Chuixue's reply was undoubtedly an indirect promise...