Immortal Mortal

Standing next to Wen Manzhu was an extremely handsome man. Standing with the beautiful Wen Manzhu, he was definitely a golden girl. Mo Wuji knew from his temperament that he would not be Wen Manzhu's follower.

Wen Manzhu said calmly, This is Situ Po, the Ninth Prince of my Chengyu Kingdom. I teamed up with him when we came here.

It turned out to be Situ Qian's ninth son. If there is a chance in the future, he will definitely go back to Situ Qian to find a place for him. Because of Situ Qian's relationship, Mo Wuji immediately lost his affection for Situ Po.

Situ Po clasped his fists to Mo Wuji very gracefully and said, I've heard about Pharmacist Mo's name for a long time, but when I saw him today, he really is a dragon and a phoenix among people.

Mo Wuji chuckled, Ninth Prince, your words are a bit inappropriate.

Situ Po was slightly taken aback. According to the normal script, he, a Ninth Prince, greeted Mo Wuji so peacefully. Even if Mo Wuji didn't rush to return the gift, he wouldn't be talking like this, would he?

Oh, I also want to ask Yaoshi Mo what is wrong with my words? Situ Po asked with a smile, still in a graceful manner.

Wen Manzhu also looked at Mo Wuji in surprise. She didn't understand why Mo Wuji offended the Ninth Prince for no reason.

Mo Wuji sneered in his heart, others regard your Situ family as the boss, and in my Mo Wuji's eyes, your Situ family is just a quasi-enemy who will settle accounts sooner or later. The Mo family was ruined, and Situ Qian, the king of Chengyu Kingdom, must have played tricks in it.

Since sooner or later he is an enemy, why bother to pretend to be a snake? What's more, Mo Wuji was upset when he saw Wen Manzhu and Situ Po standing together like a handsome man and a beautiful woman. A woman is skittish, and a man whose surname is Situ is not a good bird.

Ninth Prince, first of all, I am not a pharmacist. Everyone knows that the Nine Lives Alchemy I took out was passed down from my ancestors. Don't flatter me on the surface, but in fact you are drugging me. Secondly, I am a man, so I can't say yes Phoenix. Only the third most common king would be called a dragon. If I were a dragon, then I would be the king of Chengyu Kingdom. This is a bit outrageous. I don’t believe that the Ninth Prince wants me to become Chengyu Kingdom in the future Your Majesty.

Mo Wuji only cared about what he said was cool, and completely forgot that Feng was actually a male.

Wen Manzhu pursed her lips, did not speak, and did not refute the loopholes in Mo Wuji's words. Situ Po's face was a bit ugly, why didn't his father kill this guy back then. It's a pity that this place is not up to him as the Ninth Prince. No matter how much he wants to kill Mo Wuji, he can't do it.

By the way, Ninth Prince, I think you are very similar to someone I know. Seeing that his calm and calm face turned ugly, Mo Wuji was immediately relieved, and said with a smile.

Situ Po frowned, he had a premonition that Mo Wuji would not have good things to say. Wen Manzhu also frowned, and Mo Wuji in front of her became even more strange to her.

Mo Wuji said with a chuckle, That man is very cheap, and he has a nickname of 'gentleman cheap'. He is a very 'gentleman', and he is also the head of a school, and his Zixia magic skill is even more unprecedented.

The Ninth Prince, who was about to walk away, suddenly stopped, and asked in amazement, Mo Yaoshi, is there such a senior expert? Do you want to ask Brother Mo about the immortal name of that senior? And that Zixia magical skill? What kind of immortal technique? Is it a kind of supreme sword technique?

He was originally going to participate in the Yuexianmen Conference. Hearing that Mo Wuji knew such an expert, how could he not be excited, and he completely forgot the unhappiness just now. As for whether Mo Wuji lied, he didn't doubt it. Mo Wuji's grandfather, Mo Tiancheng, was a formidable person. It was normal for such a person to befriend some seniors.

Mo Wuji sighed and said, This powerful 'junzijian' is called Yue Buqun. When I saw the Ninth Prince, I felt that the Ninth Prince was exactly the same kind of person as him. I don't know, but this gentleman is cheap, but he has great courage. After he succeeded in practicing Zixia Divine Art, he actually abolished his own practice with great perseverance and courage, and changed to another more powerful cheap method. No, it’s Code Law. I don’t think I have the courage and perseverance.”

At this moment, Situ Po completely let go of his arrogance, bowed to Mo Wuji and said, Please tell me what is the treasure book that Senior Yue revised later?

Mo Wuji looked at Situ Po in shock and said, The Ninth Prince is really amazing. I haven't said what it is yet, you already know it's a treasure book. That's right, it's the Sunflower Book. It's a pity, that senior is not here, If that gentleman and humble senior were here, he would definitely pass on the Sunflower Book to the Ninth Prince. Because...

Having said that, Mo Wuji suddenly stopped.

This time it was not only the Ninth Prince Situ Po, but even Wen Manzhu held his breath and looked at Mo Wuji, wanting to know why Mo Wuji spoke up.

After a few seconds, Mo Wuji continued, Because you are the same kind of people, you will definitely cherish each other. Alas, it's a pity, I am not interested in practicing that kind of exercise. I only saw the eight people on the cover back then. I can only remember six of the eight characters on the cover. I have nothing to regret, after all, I am a mortal, and that kind of book is really not suitable for a mortal like me. I have emotions, how can I Cultivate and give up ordinary mortal life.

Which six words... Situ Po almost blurted out.

Mo Wuji looked at Situ Po seriously and said, If you want to practice magical skills, you must first...just remember these six, I'm leaving.

After finishing speaking, Mo Wuji said to Wen Manzhu, Miss Wen, I suddenly don't have any interest in having a long talk with you anymore. Being with you is too stressful, so I leave.

Seeing Mo Wuji's back going away, Situ Po's expression changed a few times. After a while, he said to Wen Manzhu, Manzhu, this brother Mo is very free and easy, and he didn't feel any depression because of his mortal roots. When I knew that my spiritual roots were not particularly good, I was very worried. It’s uncomfortable. After all, you were old acquaintances, so it’s good to talk more together, I’m in the restaurant.”

...

Wuji, why don't you talk more? Seeing Mo Wuji coming back, Ding Buer asked with a smile.

The ways are different, so we don't conspire with each other. Mo Wuji replied flatly, and began to help pull up the tent.

There were too many people going to Changluo, the imperial capital, and those servants who had no place to live, like Mo Wuji, were pulling tents by the sea.

It's a good sentence, 'Differences do not conspire with each other, what this brother said is really good' came a hearty voice, followed by a big man with a beard and an animal skin bag. There was a very charming young woman.

If Wen Manzhu is like a green apple, then this young woman is obviously a more attractive ripe apple. If it weren't for the extremely heavy wind and dust on her body, this young woman would be more like a luxurious person.

The bearded man clasped his fists at Mo Wuji, My name is Yuan Zhenyi, and this is my companion, Eleven Niang. I just heard what brother said, and I think so. If you don't mind, I have good wine here. Let's have a drink together?

Mo Wuji laughed, Of course I don't mind, my sire Mo Wuji, this is my companion Ding Buer. Now that the tent has been pulled up, please come in.

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