Chapter 1361: Drunk
Qiao Mu was still immersed in contemplating the Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal’s usage of wood spiritual energy.
Afterall, the Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal’s control of the wood spirit had truly attained the highest degree of perfection, being able to manipulate it as he pleased. Just watching him do it was so pleasing to the eyes.
The wood spiritual energy submitted obediently in his hands, transforming as they were bid.
She wondered when she would be able to achieve this.
Qiao Mu looked down and took out two jugs of bamboo leaf brew. “On account of you teaching me a spiritual technique, I… eh? Lian!”
When had Mo Lian come over?
Why had the two come to blows?
She had no idea when they had flown out of the room, having exchanged no less than several hundred moves on the rooftop.
Qiao Mu hastily ran out from the room and beckoned toward them from where she was standing in the courtyard. “Stop fighting.”
Men just liked fighting and competing. Look, she just lost sight of them for one moment and they had run to the rooftop to fight.
The little lady heaved a long sigh as she shook her head, sweeping them with a contemptible look.
*Whoosh!*
*Swish—*
Two tall figures flitted to her one after another like meteors.
The Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal promptly snatched the two jugs of wine in her hands and then evaded, dodging that streak of fire Mo Lian struck over.
He then turned around to sweep him a glance and involuntarily clicked his tongue. “Punk, how can you still be loitering around in the secular world at your cultivation??”
“Lian!” Qiao Mu quickly went up to pull his sleeve. “Why have you run over?”
“Who is he.” Crown Prince Mo was emanating a cold aura, the frigid light in his eyes seemingly transformed into tangible blades.
The Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal grinned as he drank from the two jugs of wine in his arms. “Hey, little fellow? Who is he!”
“He is a venerable immortal I invited with a talisman I drew.”
“Venerable Immortal?” Mo Lian’s eyes flickered. “You sure?”
“Mhm!” Qiao Mu nodded her petite head very honestly.
“Tsk, you punk. You didn’t expect it huh! This one went easy on you just now! Otherwise you think you could exchange more than a hundred moves with this one? Don’t be kidding me!” The Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal chugged down more than half a jug of wine and then exhaled. “Ah, good wine.”
“What did you invite him for?”
“For what? You invite a deity for fighting, of course!” The Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal crossed his long legs and then turned to Mo Lian while swaying his head. “Eh? Don’t sway, stop swaying, punk. You think I will be scared of you because you grew three heads?”
Qiao Mu: …
Mo Lian sniggered. “If you’re done fighting then quickly scram out of here! Are you here to swindle for food and drinks?”
“None of your business! I’m eating the little lady’s food, not yours!” A certain Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal was unable to straighten his tongue anymore and his speech had gotten obscure. “You, haven’t you heard of an old saying? It-It’s easy to invite a deity b-but hard to send him away…”
Mo Lian was enraged, but before he could go up to beat up this shameless fellow again, Qiao Mu quickly restrained him and stroked his chest to soothe him. “Don’t be angry, don’t be angry! I’m telling you, he won’t be staying for too long.”
“H-How do you know?” The Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal hilariously responded to the little lady’s words.
“He can stay here? It would be strange if Heavenly Law doesn’t strike him dead!” Qiao Mu winked at Mo Lian. “And when I drew the deity-inviting talisman, there was this fine print: ‘Summon an immortal spirit to earth. They can assist in battle for two hours.’”
In other words, this Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal would stay here for at most two hours before vanishing.
“Sheer nonsense.” A certain drunk venerable immortal who had collapsed by the flower rack waved his hand while saying this.
“How much did he drink?”
“About one and a half jugs.”
“Tsk, just this much alcohol tolerance? He’s just slightly better than Second Uncle! And he calls himself a venerable immortal! He must be a fake!”