"She" looked at the people next to her who were drinking the wine given by Xia Ji, and she wanted to drink it and was envious.

Xia Ji's position in "her" heart also rose slowly.

Probably, he would be a good drinker?

War is war, and you have to find an opportunity to drink together.

"She" thought so.

In the mustard seed world, A Zi is pouring out the good wine she bought for a "big price", which is mixed with the spiritual stream in the mustard seed world.

While she was falling, her heart was bleeding.

She and her owner had no money. These fine wines were all the hard-earned money she earned with her hard-earned peaches on her back and then she counted the copper coins of the money one by one and then discharged them to buy.

Now it's all flowing out.

But there is nothing we can do about this.

Is a fight so poor?

"Ah, master~~~" A Zi cried while pouring wine.

No matter what A Zi thinks,

There is no doubt that Zuo Ci was defeated again in this confrontation.

He stared at Xia Ji in a daze, his face turned red and his white beard trembled.

He pulled the bamboo pole suddenly, put the bait on the bait again, sat in front of the copper basin, and started fishing silently.

The fish he caught with fishing is naturally not a thing of nothing, but a strange effect produced by the combination of illusions and space.

In short, illusion cannot create a fish, but illusion can make people move a fish from somewhere that is unaware.

Where to move?

How to move?

Xia Ji didn't actually know.

However, this illusion will definitely consume no less power.

The relaxed expression on Zuo Ci's face had long disappeared completely. At this time, he was fishing with a solemn expression. He had obviously reached the fourth realm, and the unknown true energy around him was flowing and consuming rapidly.

Soon...

He pulled the fishing rod suddenly and caught a fish.

Then, he turned his head and looked at Xia Ji, but saw the latter sitting quietly in front of the copper basin, motionless.

Zuo Ci breathed a sigh of relief and continued to concentrate on fishing without thinking.

Puff~~

Another fish broke through the water.

After a long time.

Another one.

Zuo Ci almost used the illusion to be superb. He caught two more fish in one breath, and felt that the consumption was almost done, so he looked at Xia Ji again.

Only when he saw that Xia Ji still had not caught a single fish, he felt completely relieved.

Xia Ji asked: "Are you okay?"

Zuo Ci gritted his teeth and said, "If you can catch more than five fish, I will admit defeat."

Xia Ji said: "Technique is born from Tao. If you lose, it is not that your skills are inferior to people, but that your Tao is inferior to people... Do you still recognize it?"

Zuo Ci was a little silenced.

Xia Ji shook his head.

He raised his hand and reached into the copper basin, and then... a "puff" sound suddenly came out of the copper basin, and splashed water splashed out.

The splashes of the water became more and more intense, wetting the white Taoist robe.

After a while, everyone looked again and saw that the copper basin was filled with fish.

Zuo Ci's face was as good as a special feature, and she felt much older in an instant, and a strange feeling arose in her heart.

In the field he is best at, being defeated in the discussion of the truth, this feeling is really... it is engraved in his heart, making it difficult for him to accept and speak, and the confidence in his heart is slowly shattering, which is even more painful than death, and he feels like he is falling into the abyss.

Xia Ji shouted: "Illusion can be created out of nothing. That day... Zuo Ci accompanied his master to the Fugui Chamber of Commerce. Zuo Ci said that his master killed Mrs. Peng, but his master said that Zuo Ci used the illusion. So... Since the master was regarded as a suspect, Zuo Ci might get rid of the suspicion?"

Everyone had no idea about illusions before, but they were very eye-opening in the process of fighting between the two. After hearing what Xia Ji said, they immediately became suspicious.

Zuo Cixin was defeated, but Xia Ji's words made sense, and he was speechless.

Aside, the little Taoist boy from Huanchen Palace suddenly said, "You are slandering! Why should my master use illusion to influence Yu Qingzhu and kill Mrs. Peng?"

Xia Ji turned around and asked, "Then why did my little sister take Zuo Ci Zhenren to witness her killing and silence?"

The little Taoist boy snorted: "The way of evil spirits is crazy and evil spirits. Yu Qingzhu has colluded with evil spirits. How do I know what she thinks?"

Xia Ji drank a sip of wine,

He even disdained to answer such a false accusation.

He just asked gently: "Is this the Tao of Huanchen Palace?"

The little Taoist boy was stunned. He had no cultivation skills, so he naturally knew why he wanted to say these words, show off, and help Zuo Ci to win the favor of the real person, etc.

Xia Ji asked again: "Is this the Taoist boy of Zuo Ci Zhenren?"

After saying that, he got up and left.

White clothes are flying, and robe and hem are floating.

The scene was very quiet.

No one is a fool.

The little Taoist boy said such words, the more everyone felt that not only Zuo Ci had problems, but even Huanchen Palace had problems.

The little Taoist boy also realized the problem and knew that he had said something he shouldn't have said, and stood there tremblingly.

At this moment, no one would take his words to heart, but Xia Ji's words were always echoing in their minds.

This is the weight of speaking.

No matter what a person says, no one cares about anything he says.

But Xia Ji entered Fengming Mountain City with his righteous spirit and defeated Zuo Ci with his illusion that Zuo Ci was best at. His strength, potential and qualifications all made him have a weight far beyond ordinary people.

The little Taoist boy was not qualified to accuse him, or even speak out loud in front of him, otherwise he would have humiliated himself.

And the only thing you need to care about at this time, maybe... is whether Xia Ji can survive.

After all, now, anyone already knows that the reason why he can use Haoran’s righteousness is entirely because he himself broke the balance between demon fire and righteousness.

So...can this balance last forever?

...

...

Xia Ji walked out of Zuo Ciju.

It's getting farther and farther away.

Even though he knew that he was going to Yu Qingzhu's next step, no one had any reason to stop him.

A little Taoist nun chased after him and shouted from behind: "Are you going to find Master Qingzhu?"

Xia Ji ignored her.

The little Taoist nun ran to him and smiled and said, "I know where she is, I'll take you there."

Xia Ji then paused a little and let the little Taoist nun lead the way.

Strangely, the little Taoist nun did not report her home and name, but asked suddenly: "Why do you like drinking?"

“I like drinking too.”

"I drink because... Forget it, why do you like drinking?"

As she asked, she quietly stared at the boy half a head taller than her, with a faint luster flashing in her curious eyes.

Seeing Xia Ji didn't answer,

This little Taoist nun started talking naturally.

"I heard that you are all alone on Wudang Mountain. So what do you like to do when you are bored?"

"I don't mean anything else, I'm just curious... because I like drinking too, so I'm very interested in my colleagues who like drinking."

While speaking, the little Taoist nun bared her white teeth at Xia Ji and smiled.

"I still remember the first time I drank, it was so spicy. I was thinking that only fools like to drink such a bad thing."

"And then...and then, I became that fool."

"By the way, how did your heavenly wine be transformed? I will lead you the way, how about giving me a glass of it, what about the reward?"

As he spoke, the little Taoist nun reached out to touch her arms, but afterwards, she couldn't touch anything...

She fell into a speechless state, then immediately closed her hands and scooped into a small bowl and said, "Is it okay to pour it here for me to drink?"

Xia Ji glanced at the Taoist nun beside him.

It’s not that he has never seen someone who loves to talk, but that he has never seen someone who loves to talk so much.

So, he replied with a rare sentence: "There is no wine in the sky today, let's go another day."

"Really?"
To be continued...