His eyes, as clear as autumn water, held a hint of cunning and amusement, while his slightly chubby face wore a touch of grievance.
He carried a gourd of wine in his chubby hands, and his body exuded a rich fragrance of osmanthus wine.
"I don't drink alcohol," Xiu Qiyu repeated.
"Are you really not a drinker, or do you just not want to drink with me?"
"Fairy, please don't force me to do something I don't want to do."
The music stopped at some point, and the young man's handsome face showed a hint of doting: "Junior sister, don't be naughty and frighten this fellow Daoist."
"It's alright."
"May I have your name?"
"Xiu Qiyu."
"The new guy."
Xiu Qiyu nodded.
"Looks like your skills are pretty good~~" Sang Yu still had a smile on her face, and the next second, her pale yellow gauze dress quickly swept towards Xiu Qiyu.
Hidden within that soft, pale yellow gauze dress, a sharp, flexible sword lunged toward Xiu Qiyu's chest.
The Shadowless Sword was instantly drawn, its snow-white light carrying a chilling killing intent, slashing fiercely at the gauze robe sweeping towards him. Unexpectedly, it produced a sound like gold and jade clashing. The gauze robe was made of some unknown weapon; Xiu Qiyu's Shadowless Sword could only leave wounds on it, unable to cut it completely in two.
Xiu Qiyu's sword slashed down more than a hundred times in a short moment, and the tough gauze clothes were transformed into yellow butterflies under the shadowless sword.
Sang Yu's expression finally changed. This was the second time her Zi Sang had been destroyed directly from the front. The first time was by her senior brother, who cleanly and decisively ignored the layers of gauze clothing, turning Zi Sang into countless fragments. The next second, a pitch-black sword appeared at her neck.
The person she is now is far from the person she was back then, while Zisang is still the same person she was back then, completely destroyed by someone else.
Sang Yu controlled the soft sword and engaged in battle with Xiu Qiyu.
Sang Yu's sword is agile and unpredictable, like a nimble snake, often attacking from unbelievable angles.
This sword looks familiar; it seems to belong to the Soft Sword lineage.
Xiu Qiyu's Shadowless Sword wasn't very fast, but it was often able to block Sang Yu's sword at crucial moments.
He was testing Sangyu's true strength.
One in white, one in yellow, the two figures clashed and intertwined, their sword intent raging, causing leaves to fall from the trees and leaving many deep sword marks on the ground.
Qin Wu put away his zither, held it in his hands, and quietly watched the battle between Sang Yu and Xiu Qiyu. In this battle, his junior sister was likely to lose.
There was no energy fluctuation around him, but all the sword energy and sword intent that approached him mysteriously disappeared.
Xiu Qiyu naturally did not overlook this scene. Sure enough, Tianjian Peak was full of hidden talents, and every disciple was unfathomable.
As the pale yellow gauze robes fluttered, snow-white sword light blocked all of Xiu Qiyu's escape routes from all directions.
It turns out that what was hidden under the gauze was not just one sword, but many swords. Now, their true forms have finally been revealed. At the same time, this is also one of Sang Yu's killing moves. Many swordsmen were caught off guard and fell victim to Sang Yu's move.
Unfortunately, Sang Yu encountered Xiu Qiyu today. The Shadowless Sword flew out in an instant, forming a snow-white sword shield in front of Xiu Qiyu. Sang Yu's soft sword flew out backward, actually controlled by Xiu Qiyu, and attacked Sang Yu herself.
Sang Yu never expected that Xiu Qiyu, such a young swordsman, would have such strength. She was sent flying backward, her pale yellow gauze dress fluttering wildly as she tried to block her sword.
Qin Wu acted in that instant, his hands gently plucking the strings of the zither, and an invisible sword aura blocked Sang Yu's path, completely resolving her crisis.
Since they were not enemies, there was no need to fight to the death. The Shadowless Sword was quickly taken by Xiu Qiyu.
"You flatter me."
"You are very strong."
Qin Wu, holding her zither, stood in front of Xiu Qiyu.
Sang Yu sheathed her sword. Oh no, this gauze dress is ruined again. Next time...
"You win."
"I have offended you greatly."
"You've come to become my disciple," Qin Wu said with certainty.
"That's right, no one wants the Heavenly Sword lineage to fall forever."
"The fact is, it has already fallen."
"I will try my best."
"Alright, alright, the fight's over, let's not be so serious." Sang Yu pulled out a table and some cushions: "Sit down and let's talk."
Thank you.
"My name is Sang Yu, the youngest disciple of Tianjian Peak."
"My name is Qin Wu, and I am the fourth in the Heavenly Sword Peak."
"Xiu Qiyu has just entered the Heavenly Sword Sect."
"You're not the one who fought with the senior brother a few days ago."
Xiu Qiyu shook her head: "She won't cause trouble anymore."
"I heard that she burned her senior brother's sleeve. No one has been able to do that in the past three hundred years."
"It was just luck; she's an alchemist, not a swordsman."
"The Great Dao leads to the same destination through different paths. What you cultivate is not important; what matters is your Dao heart," Qin Wu said.
Xiu Qiyu nodded.
"My senior brother went down the mountain today, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to come up so easily." Sang Yu's wine gourd was back in her hand, and she took a big gulp.
“I know, I want to see Zhang Hua in person.”
"You've come at a bad time. Master is in seclusion, and we don't know when he'll come out."
"I can wait."
"Aren't you afraid of hindering your cultivation?"
"I came for Master Zhang Hua, so naturally I cannot give up halfway."
"It's fate that we met today. Why don't you drink?"
"There's no why. It's better for a swordsman to stay clear-headed."
"That's because you haven't experienced the wonder of wine yet. When you're drunk, you can forget everything. When you're drunk, you can see many beautiful things. How wonderful, how wonderful." Sang Yu slowly drank her wine, but Xiu Qiyu could sense the desolation and despair in her heart.
The more you drink, the more intoxicated you become. Sang Yu doesn't seem like the type of person who naturally enjoys drinking, so there's only one possibility: she's drowning her sorrows in alcohol.
Judging from her condition, she's clearly been drinking for a long time. She's someone with a story.
"Alright, since you like drinking, I'll treat you to drinks today."
"Don't you not drink?"
Xiu Qiyu nodded: "That won't stop me. I'll treat you to a drink."
Xiu Qiyu took out a bottle of wine and three crystal glasses from her spatial ring. The blood-red spirit wine swirled beautifully in the crystal glasses, highlighting the exquisite beauty of Xiu Qiyu's hands.
"This is wine, I'd like to offer you both a toast."
Strange people, strange wine.
Qin Wu gently swirled the crystal glass with her jade-like hands and slowly took a sip.
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