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There was fire in their eyes.
Mo Yi's eyes, however, were icy, ice formed over thousands of years of cold isolation, devoid of any emotion or ripples.
He extended a finger and blocked the combined attack of the three.
At this moment, below.
Sikong Changfeng didn't just watch.
He watched the battle in the void with an extremely serious expression, raising his spear with his right hand.
He once shattered the Lonely Ghost Formation of more than ten demonic sect elders and their subordinates at the foot of Qilian Mountain with a single spear thrust, saving nearly a thousand heroic youths. Now, he can do the same thing that no one else can.
next moment.
Sikong Changfeng suddenly threw his spear, the tip of which cut through the wind with a whooshing sound, like a hundred birds singing in unison!
The spear had already reached Mo Yi, but Mo Yi didn't care about the silver spear at all. With a palm strike, he sent Baili Dongjun, Qi Tianchen, and Lei Wujie flying. Baili Dongjun and Qi Tianchen barely managed to stand up again after landing, while Lei Wujie finally couldn't hold on and collapsed to the ground.
Mo Yi extended another finger, flicking away the spear that he didn't even consider a threat.
"Still not working...?"
Baili Dongjun gave a bitter smile.
Qi Tianchen, also hunched over, shook his head and said, "Perhaps in the whole world, only Ye Dingzhi can stop him."
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Chapter 90 Desperate Situation! The mortal's true wine immortal, intoxicated, soars nine thousand feet into the heavens!
"Junior brother, turn back," Qi Tianchen said loudly.
"Senior brother, you should step back!" Mo Yi shook his arms, knocking Qi Tianchen away. He turned around, and his only intact left sleeve swept mercilessly at Qi Tianchen.
In an instant, Qi Tianchen's figure was finally swept into dust and vanished without a trace.
"Imperial Preceptor!" Baili Dongjun shouted.
Thousands of miles away in Tianqi City, the Imperial Observatory.
The four celestial masters simultaneously coughed up blood and broke free from the formation.
"The Dragon-Seeking Formation has been broken? How is that possible? With the power of the Supervisor, how could the Dragon-Seeking Formation be broken!" A Celestial Master who was less seriously injured exclaimed in a low voice.
"Supervisor, what exactly happened?" Another Celestial Master looked at Qi Tianchen, who was sitting there upright.
Qi Tianchen finally snapped out of his reverie and slowly opened his eyes.
In the short time it took to close and open his eyes, no more than an hour had passed, yet his appearance seemed to have aged decades.
"Supervisor, how did it go?" A Taoist priest wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked, forcing himself to endure the pain. "Was it successful?"
Qi Tianchen's face was deathly pale, and he sat there without saying a word.
"Supervisor?" another Celestial Master called out uneasily.
Qi Tianchen extended two fingers and pressed seven major acupoints on his chest. Then he opened his mouth, and a wisp of black smoke slowly escaped from his mouth. Only then did his complexion ease slightly, but he did not answer the Celestial Master's question. He only murmured, "Everything can only be entrusted to Snow Moon City."
...
"Dong-kun!"
Suddenly, a furious shout rang out, and Sikong Changfeng hurled a jade bottle at Baili Dongjun.
Baili Dongjun immediately understood Sikong Changfeng's meaning, and pointed a finger at the exquisite jade bottle: "Break!"
The jade bottle instantly shattered into pieces, and the wine inside spilled out, filling the area within a mile with its aroma.
Baili Dongjun extended a finger and gently guided it.
The last drop of Meng Po soup that was poured out gathered into a stream, flowing from his fingertips.
"What is that?" Lei Wujie asked.
“It is the accumulation of water that forms a deep pool.” Sikong Changfeng raised his head, all their opportunities were focused on Baili Dongjun, the only one who still had the strength to fight.
"I am the mortal immortal of wine, and I will ascend to the heavens nine thousand feet high in a drunken stupor. I do not seek to see the celestial maidens dancing in the wind, but only to see an immortal get drunk." Baili Dongjun, carrying a stream of water, pressed towards Mo Yi.
Mo Yi landed slowly, her gaze indifferent.
"May I ask, immortal, do you dare to drink this cup?" Baili Dongjun flicked his two fingers, and the water rushed towards Mo Yi.
Mo Yi said calmly, "The Soup of Oblivion?"
"The world is boring, so why not live a life of drunken stupor and carefree bliss?" Baili Dongjun swung his hands again with force.
"I won't drink it," Mo Yi replied calmly, flicking her hand to send the stream of water away.
Baili Dongjun gently raised his hand: "Rise."
All the water flow instantly turned into mist, and Mo Yi was immediately surrounded by that mist.
An incredibly rich aroma of wine spread out, and wherever it passed, even the grass and trees slowly drooped. Xiao Se, Lei Wujie, and Sikong Changfeng stood there, and upon smelling that aroma of wine, they all swayed and almost fell over.
Baili Dongjun, who was closest, retreated rapidly while greedily inhaling the aroma of the wine: "So fragrant, so fragrant. After this, there will never be such an unparalleled fragrance in the world."
This is the Meng Po Wine, the finest wine in the world, recorded in the "Classic of Wine." Drinking one cup allows one to enter a ten-year dream, remembering all that has been forgotten, and perhaps even seeing those who have been lost again.
After waking up, everything will be forgotten.
The mist around Mo Yi finally dissipated, and everyone looked over nervously. They saw Mo Yi sitting there with her eyes tightly closed, seemingly asleep.
"It worked." Xiao Se clutched his chest and knelt down.
Lei Wujie hurriedly went over to help him up: "Let's leave now."
Baili Dongjun retreated to their side and said urgently, "Run now! There's a ship docked below. Just point west and row. The incantation for going back is the same as the one for coming. Remember, don't look back."
"And what about you, Dongjun?" Sikong Changfeng asked.
Baili Dongjun shook his head: "I will cover the rear. If he wakes up, I can buy you some more time."
"No!" Sikong Changfeng said in a deep voice, "For decades, we have always fought side by side. How can we let you stay behind alone?"
"Don't worry, although I can't beat him, I can still escape. Besides, I don't want to go back to Beili right now," Baili Dongjun said, shaking his head.
"Besides, what will happen to Hanyi if you don't leave? Listen to me, leave now!"
Sikong Changfeng knew the situation was urgent, and he clenched his fists tightly: "We must come back!"
After saying this, Sikong Changfeng got up and leaped to the top of the pavilion, carried the unconscious Li Hanyi down, and ran towards the shore with Xiao Se and Lei Wujie.
Baili Dongjun turned around and looked at Mo Yi, who was lost in a dream.
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In that instant, Xiao Se disappeared, Qi Tianchen disappeared, Baili Dongjun disappeared, and everyone present disappeared.
Even that pavilion has disappeared.
This overseas fairy mountain has disappeared.
That boundless ocean has vanished.
But the hands that were on her shoulders did not disappear. Mo Yi followed those jade-like hands and looked toward the person in front of her.
The man was dressed in white, his long robes fluttering in the wind, a gentle smile on his face, as if an immortal had descended to earth.
"The immortals spoke of the highest state of forgetting emotions, but they meant forgetting emotions, not being heartless. You haven't forgotten your obsessions, but you've made yourself heartless. I'm very disappointed in you." The man spoke sternly, yet still smiled like a spring breeze.
"Who...are you?" Mo Yi asked hesitantly.
"I am Mo Yi." The person in white released his hands, his long sleeves fluttering, and began to dance with unparalleled grace.
Mo Yi stared blankly at the person who had suddenly started dancing before her, and said calmly, "Mo Yi?"
Fallen leaves fluttered down, long sleeves fell away, revealing once more that peerless face; the man in white was still smiling.
Her smile was as beautiful as a spring breeze, as beautiful as peach blossoms in bloom, as beautiful as a fleeting glimpse of a swan, as beautiful as wisps of smoke rising from a chimney, as beautiful as the setting sun reflecting the sky and the sea. The man in white nodded: "Immortal Mo Yi."
"No, I am Mo Yi." Mo Yi suddenly shook her head.
In an instant, the scene shifted again.
Inside an extremely dilapidated temple.
The two children huddled together, the older one seemingly the brother, gently patting his sister's shoulder: "Don't cry, don't cry. Father has gone out to find Mother, he'll be back soon."
The younger sister was still sobbing softly: "Brother, you're lying to me. Father won't come back."
"No, Father will come back once he finds Mother."
“Mother is dead, brother.”
The older brother released his younger sister, looked into her eyes for a long time, and finally nodded: "Yes, Father is dead, Mother is dead, they won't be coming back. From now on, it will just be the two of us living together, but I will take care of you."
They lived like this in the dilapidated temple for a long time.
Until the famine struck, everyone became refugees, and everyone, like them, lost their homes and their families.
"Brother, sell me. That way we can both survive." The younger sister, dizzy with hunger, spoke in a weak voice.
“I won’t sell you. I told you, I’ll take care of you.” The brother’s eyes were bright.
"You'll starve to death, brother," the sister said calmly.
“We will all survive, we will survive together.” The older brother stood up: “I’ll go outside to find some food, you wait for me here.”
My brother spent the whole afternoon running around outside, begging everyone he could, but those neighbors who used to have some regard for the past were either gone or had their doors tightly shut, refusing to open them no matter how much he knocked.
"Give me a steamed bun. When I grow up, I will repay you with everything I have."
"Could you give me some thin porridge? My sister is dying. I can work for you for a month without pay. Could you give me a bowl of thin porridge now?"
"It was my father who saved you back then! If it weren't for my father, you would be dead by now, you would be dead! Why are you now turning a blind eye to our suffering!"
From his initial solemnity to his later groveling, and finally to his heart-wrenching despair, he didn't get a single grain of rice. In the end, he dragged his weary body into the temple.
Perhaps we can find some leftover food along the way.
But his hands were empty until he entered the temple.
We need to leave here.
He thought to himself silently.
"Brother, you're back!" The younger sister called out with a smile when she saw her brother return. Unlike when he left, she didn't seem exhausted at all; she appeared quite energetic now.
"What happened?" the older brother asked.
The younger sister pulled a warm flatbread from her bosom: "Brother, a kind master just passed by and gave me two flatbreads. I've already eaten one, and I'm leaving the other one for you."
The older brother was stunned for a moment, then ran over like a madman, snatched the pancake, and chewed it in big bites. The pancake was gone in no time.
His younger sister sat there, smiling as she watched him.
That night, the brother held his sister in his arms, looked at the stars through a hole in the roof of the dilapidated temple, and whispered, "Tomorrow, we'll leave here. If we stay here, we'll both starve to death."
His sister didn't speak, but lay in his arms, breathing softly until it became so faint that no sound could be heard.
"Little Greenie! Little Greenie!" The older brother suddenly noticed something was wrong and shook his little sister in his arms very hard.
But there was no response to her.
Mo Yi, tears streaming down his face, looked at the scene before him and gently made a gesture with his hand.
Inside the dilapidated temple, a little girl dressed in green kowtowed deeply to the unfamiliar monk before her. The monk sighed and placed a flatbread on the ground.
The only one, the only one.
"Little Greenie! Little Greenie!" The brother's heart-wrenching cries shattered the scene.
The little girl who had died in his arms woke up and reached out her thin right hand to touch her brother's cheek: "Brother, don't think about me anymore. The reason I died was so that you could live a happier life."
"Little Greenie will always be with you."
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The group used their last bit of strength to reach the shore, where they found a small boat moored.
"Go, hurry up and go." Sikong Changfeng threw Lei Wujie onto the boat, but when he was about to put Li Hanyi on the boat, something suddenly seemed wrong.
It seems the wind has stopped.
Not only did the wind stop, but he also felt his body freeze.
Everything came to a standstill.