Chapter 115 Drunk
If Ning Wuxie, who had just woken up in that small wooden house, was full of hatred and anger, and wanted nothing more than revenge. So at this moment, Ning Wuxie only felt her love for Xuan'er, which was so intense that it almost overwhelmed herself.
He held her tightly in his arms, as if he wished they could become one. He trembled a little, put his lips next to Xuan'er's ear, and continued to whisper softly:
"Xuan'er, I..."
"I feel like I can't live without you."
Xuan'er was hugged. After hearing Ning Wuxie's three-word confession, her eyes immediately turned red, and crystal tears rolled in them.
Reflecting the gorgeous fireworks in the sky.
"Brother, I love you too!"
She almost raised her head and bumped into Ning Wuxie's lips again.
"I can't live without you, and I will never live without you..."
The two kissed passionately and separated for a long time. Ning Wuxie held Xuan'er in her arms, and it took a long time for the tremor in her heart to subside.
At this time, the people on the street had finished walking and the procession had moved elsewhere. Under the shadow of the century-old tree beside the road, the two slowly stood up and walked towards their residence.
Along the way, Xuan'er clung to Ning Wuxie, as if she wished she could hang on him, so Ning Wuxie simply carried her on his back.
Xuan'er hugged Ning Wuxie's neck and pressed her cheek against his.
At this time, Ning Wuxie gradually came back to his senses.
I actually confessed my love to Xuan'er!
Then...doesn't that mean that Jiang Ningxuan also knows about this!
Although his series of actions had long exposed his inner feelings for Xuan'er, it was still very different to say it face to face.
Would that empress feel disgusted and despised, and then ridicule herself?
After thinking about that scene, Xuan'er's face looked at him, but she had a look of disgust on her face and refused to stay away from him.
Ning Wuxie felt a little unbearable.
"Xuan'er."
"Hmm What's wrong, brother?" Xuan'er's voice was sweet and soft, whispering in his ear.
"fine."
He felt a little better.
"You just want to hear my voice?" Xuan'er asked with a sly smile.
"Well, it feels bad not to hear it."
"Then go home, I'll call you all night."
"..." Ning Wuxie choked on her words, "There's no need to 'scream' all night long."
"Why, don't you like to hear Xuan'er's voice?"
Ning Wuxie's face became even more rosy: "I'll tell you when I get back!" He quickened his pace.
The marching disciples cheered in groups, but they did not dare to make noise in front of Xun Sheng and his disciples. Therefore, the bamboo forest courtyard where Ning Wuxie and others lived was relatively clean.
As soon as Ning Wuxie entered with Xuan'er on her back, she saw Meng Cangran and Zhuang Yuerou sitting in the courtyard, waiting for her.
"Brother Ning! You are finally back!" Meng Cangran stood up with excitement.
"Rourou and I were following you, but we lost track of you while walking."
"Then when I turned around, I found that Miss Xuan'er was also gone. Where did you meet her?"
Ning Wuxie put down Xuan'er: "Xuan'er has been following our group. I just saw her when I slipped out."
Meng Cangran and Zhuang Yuerou opened their eyes wide. They didn't expect that Xuan'er could keep up with Ning Wuxie, who they couldn't keep an eye on.
"Miss Xuan'er's feelings for you can bite you to death. I'm afraid she hasn't moved her eyes away for a moment." Zhuang Yuerou covered her mouth and chuckled.
Ning Wuxie turned to look at Xuan'er, and Xuan'er also looked at him. When Meng and Zhuang looked at each other, they both turned their heads away shyly.
The scene where he slipped out of the crowd and Xuan'er stood in the distance looking at him eagerly was one of the reasons why Ning Wuxie was filled with love just now.
"You've made Brother Ning so shy." Meng Cangran said something to Zhuang Yuerou, then walked forward with a smile: "Brother Ning, you really helped Confucianism win a lot of praise this time!"
"The Renzong relies on the advanced cultivation of their disciples and their strong combat prowess, and they have always surpassed my Confucian family in this regard. Unexpectedly, you have defeated them all today!"
"And the other person is not a disciple of the Ordinary Sect, he is the genius Li Luobing, the servant of the Shaowu Palace!"
Meng Cangran looked excited and said with flushed cheeks: "Do you know how happy Elder Sun Yan was when the news reached Zhengge Hall?!"
"He announced on the spot that he would give you a key to the treasure house of the Sutra Pavilion, and he would ensure that you become the Twelve Supreme Beings!"
Twelve Great Men, that is the higher level title after the Twelve Young Masters. It means that this person has reached the ultimate state of human beings and should transcend the ordinary and become a saint.
When you reach the Twelve Perfect People, you can be called "elder" within Confucianism.
Ning Wuxie didn't care about this very much. The Twelve Young Masters were enough for him.
What he cares about is the key to the treasure house of the Sutra Pavilion...
This is Confucianism! The source of mainland culture!
All the classics in the world, whether they are anecdotes or historical research, are all-encompassing, and the various magical powers and techniques are even more vast.
There may even be inheritances that have been lost long ago, hidden in some corner that no one cares about.
Of course, I don’t know whether Sun Yan is sincere or just talking about it. The key to the Sutra Pavilion is very important, and he alone cannot make the decision.
While Ning Wuxie was thinking for a moment, Meng Cangran spoke again: "Come on, Brother Ning, I'll have a celebration drink for you tonight!"
When Ning Wuxie looked up, she saw Zhuang Yuerou reaching out and pointing toward her room. A mahogany tray slowly flew out, with fine wines and some appetizers on it. The tray landed firmly on the stone table in the courtyard. when.
"Brother Meng, why bother..." Ning Wuxie was a little embarrassed. Xuan'er probably wanted to go back to the house with him to sleep.
But when I saw the white soup with hops on the tray, I couldn't help but feel a little greedy.
I haven’t had a good drink since my rebirth.
Today is fun, you have defeated your enemy and expressed your love, why not get drunk again?
"You defeated that arrogant Ren Zong and gave Confucianism a good face. It also proved that I was right about the person."
"Now that you even have hope of becoming the Twelve Supreme Beings, I am happy for you in my heart!" Meng Cangran said, "Just stay with me!"
Ning Wuxie swallowed, turned to Xuan'er and said, "Xuan'er, I want to drink."
Xuan'er was a little depressed at first and didn't want Ning Wuxie to drink, but after hearing what he said, she laughed again.
"Okay drink, drink."
"I will serve you, okay?"
Ning Wuxie was overjoyed, kissed Xuan'er hard on the forehead, and pulled her to sit at the stone table.
The bright moon, the breeze, the beautiful bamboos, and fireworks blooming in the sky from time to time. The four of them sat around, drank wine, ate meat, and talked about life.
None of them used their spiritual power to evacuate the alcohol, they just let their tempers relax. The spirit wine was so strong that after less than three pots, the brains gradually became paralyzed. The cheeks of the two grown men turned red and their tongues became numb.
Meng Cangran was drunk and shouted something to restore the glory of Confucianism, to purge all the hypocrites up and down Junzi Mountain and restore righteousness to the world.
Zhuang Yuerou was shocked when she heard this, and quickly released her spiritual power to activate the barrier of the small courtyard, making it invisible to outsiders.
Ning Wuxie was also drunk, and he also wanted to shout out what was suppressed in his heart.
But when the words came to his lips, he bit them again and did not let them out.
He turned to look at Xuan'er, his cheeks were red and his eyes were blurry with drunkenness.
"What's the matter, husband?" Xuan'er looked at his funny look and asked with a smile.
He rushed forward and hugged Xuan'er, tears streaming from his eyes.