Time flies, on the misty peak.
It has been ten years since Li Xianyu came to Lingjiu Palace.
In the past ten years, many things have happened in the world and among various countries.
The once world-famous ‘Beiqiao Peak’ and ‘South Murong Peak’ seem to have been forgotten in the long river of time.
As for Mantuo Villa, it is more like grains of sand in the long river of time. It has long since sunk to the bottom of the river, and its name has been forgotten in the world.
The presence of Lingjiu Palace in the world is almost negligible.
Wu Xingyun, the child grandmother in Tianshan, is determined to live forever, and has initially found his own path to immortality under the nourishment of the spiritual spring.
She is very low-key, sitting on the top of Piaomiao Peak, controlling the disciples of Lingjiu Palace, and is almost isolated from the entire world.
"liquor."
"Where's my wine!"
In the Vulture Palace, a drunken voice rang out from a huge secret room.
Wu Xingyun, who was sitting cross-legged in the upper palace of the secret room, had a black line on his bright and unparalleled face, which turned into helplessness in an instant.
The person in the secret room is naturally Li Xianyu.
Now the entire world has completely forgotten Li Xianyu.
Even in Lingjiu Palace, few people still remember the existence of Li Xianyu.
Ever since he came to Lingjiu Palace, Li Xianyu had been living in this secret room, drinking all day long and never going out again.
"Is this little bastard sent by God to torture me?" Wu Xingyun sighed, feeling that he could no longer let the little bastard below continue like this.
The main reason is... Li Xianyu's drinking capacity is getting bigger and bigger, and his requirements for wine are getting higher and higher.
Now, nearly half of the disciples in Lingjiu Palace are collecting fine wines from all over the place for Li Xianyu. There is even a brewery specially built for this purpose in Lingjiu Palace.
Holding a jar of wine in each hand, Wu Xingyun came to the secret room below.
The strong smell of alcohol entered his nose instantly, and Wu Xingyun showed a hint of disgust on his face. He glanced at Li Xianyu, and then rolled his eyes.
At this time, Li Xianyu was lying on a stone chair. He could no longer look young at all. His face was full of beard, and his hair and beard had already hung down to the ground. He looked like a prisoner who had been in jail for a long time. Same.
The original color of the clothes on his body can no longer be seen, they are all stained by various wine stains.
Li Xianyu waved slightly, and the two bottles of wine in Wu Xingyun's hand flew up instantly.
"How long has it been since you looked in the mirror?" Wu Xingyun asked angrily.
Li Xianyu was pouring wine, and in an instant, the jar of wine was empty. He burped, looked up at Wu Xingyun, and said, "The wine I drink these days is getting worse and worse."
Wu Xingyun's face turned dark and he glared: "It would be good to drink some."
Li Xianyu smiled, leaned on the stone chair, looked at the stunning Wu Xingyun, and sighed leisurely: "Time flies, and it has not left any trace on you. You are still as beautiful as ever."
Wu Xingyun rolled his eyes and hummed: "I'm here this time to inform you that your drinking will be discontinued from now on."
"Why?" Li Xianyu asked, his face full of indifference.
"For no reason, I don't want to serve you anymore." Wu Xingyun said lightly.
"Oh." Li Xianyu said softly, as if he had some realization, "It seems that your strength has made new progress."
Every time after Wu Xingyun's strength improved, he would come here to challenge him.
And every time, Wu Xingyun would be the first to be thrown out of the secret room.
Wu Xingyun hummed noncommittally. She had indeed gained some insights recently and felt that her strength had improved to another level.
"Don't humiliate yourself." Li Xianyu opened another jar of wine and said softly, "Your strength has not changed qualitatively. As far as I am concerned, there is no difference between you now and you in the past. difference.”
"Whether there is a difference or not, you won't know until you fight it!" Wu Xingyun shouted coldly, pushing his hands forward, and a cloud-like Qi emerged in front of his palms, instantly rushing towards Li Xianyu.
Li Xianyu didn't move, his hair and beard started to dance wildly.
The clothes on his body were also fluttering, and the wine stains on the clothes were splashing, and his original appearance was restored in an instant.
"Condensing silk into mist...a good idea." Li Xianyu commented.
"Are you okay?" Wu Xingyun frowned. The power of the palm she waved contained various changes. Each strand was like a blade. This palm was enough to break mountains and crack rocks.
Li Xianyu smiled and said, "What do you hope will happen to me?"
Wu Xingyun snorted coldly, feeling depressed.
Ten years!
She has been practicing hard for ten years, and this bastard has been drinking for ten years, but the gap between their strengths seems to be getting wider and wider.
Ten years ago, she could still vaguely feel Li Xianyu's terrifying aura.
Now, the Li Xianyu she saw looked like an alcoholic who drank all day long, without any authority at all.
"You practiced secretly behind my back?" Wu Xingyun only thought of this.
Li Xianyu shook his head and said truthfully: "I have almost forgotten what it feels like to practice."
"Then how come you are getting stronger and stronger?" Wu Xingyun said in a dull voice.
Li Xianyu took a sip of the wine and said leisurely: "I probably practiced in my dream after being drunk."
"Asshole!" Wu Xingyun cursed, feeling inexplicably angry.
Li Xianyu smiled and continued drinking.
The secret room was silent for a while...
Wu Xingyun walked up to Li Xianyu, a bit unnatural appeared on his face.
Li Xianyu glanced at it and knew what Wu Xingyun's intention was.
Spiritual spring!
The two of them haven't gone to Lingquan for ten years.
"I don't want to move yet." Li Xianyu said softly.
Wu Xingyun curled his lips and said angrily: "You don't want to move all day long, and you may not want to move in the next ten, twenty, thirty, or even one hundred years."
Li Xianyu was speechless.
Laziness is addictive...just like alcohol. In the past, it didn't matter whether he drank or not. But now, without alcohol, his life seems to have lost its meaning.
"Wait a little longer, let's choose a spring season when flowers bloom." Li Xianyu said warmly.
"Spring is warm and the flowers are blooming?" Wu Xingyun raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a half-smile, "Guess what season it is now?"
Li Xianyu was startled, closed his eyes, and thought about it.
He couldn't remember what season it was. He only knew that about ten years had passed since his battle with Hui Wu.
"I don't want to move." Li Xianyu murmured as he lay on his back.
Wu Xingyun frowned, thought for a moment and asked, "Do you still remember Duan Yu?"
"Duan Yu?" Li Xianyu opened his eyes. He naturally remembered Duan Yu.
"He became the emperor of Dali and is about to get married." Wu Xingyun said, "You and him seem to be friends. Don't you want to attend your friend's wedding banquet?"
"Duan Yu is getting married..." Li Xianyu whispered, suddenly feeling like he was in another world.
"In addition..." Wu Xingyun added, "Qin Hongmian, Ruan Xingzhu, Gan Baobao and other girls are looking for you and your fish."
Li Xianyu was stunned again.
