Chapter 64 Ximen Yibei’s Wine Festival

At the bottom of a towering ice peak, there is an ice cave that is one person tall, and the ice cave passage extends into this ice peak that is thousands of feet tall.

A strong man in the Sword Emperor realm has a terrible sensitivity to sword energy. If only sword cultivators exist within a thousand miles, they do not have to rely on their spiritual sense to discover the other party.

Where the figure fell, Fengyun Wuji had already landed at the entrance of the ice cave. The inside of the ice cave was very bright, the inner wall was very smooth, and the curved passage continued to extend inward, not knowing where the end was.

After hesitating for a moment, Feng Yun Wuji stood at the entrance of the cave and said aloud: "Feng Yun Wuji, I want to see Senior Ximen Yibei."

"Since you have arrived at the door, come in." A lonely voice came from the cave, which was the voice of Ximen Yibei.

Along the winding passage and stepping on the smooth ice layer, Feng Yun Wuji saw Ximen Yibei with a decadent face hundreds of meters underground.

Seriously speaking, this is an ice kiln, an ice kiln used as a place to live. The ground is very messy, with some wine jars that are pouring or pouring everywhere. Inside the spacious ice kiln, Ximen Yibei, dressed in white, leaned back against the cold snow wall. In front of him, a jar of steaming wine was placed on a low ice sculpture of ice table. On the snow wall opposite the wooden table, there was a yellow scroll hanging, and the painting was a woman with a smile on the corner of her mouth and a gentle face.

"Senior,..." Feng Yun Wuji spoke as soon as he spoke, he was interrupted by Ximen Yibei.

"Not to say anything now, have a drink with me!" Ximen Yibei raised his head, saying as if he was drunk.

Feng Yun Wuji stopped speaking and walked over slowly, leaning against the low table of the ice sculpture, sitting cross-legged. Ximen Yibei grabbed a wine jar beside him and brushed it with his right hand. The wine that had originally condensed into ice quickly melted in the jar, and one by one, soaked in the jar one by one. In a moment, a steam of heat was already rising from the jar.

"Come on, you'll come to the altar too." Ximen Yibei put the altar on the ice sculpture's low table and greeted Feng Yun Wuji.

Looking at the quaint wine jar in front of me and smelling the familiar fragrance of wine, Feng Yun Wuji's eyes gradually became a little dazed. How long has it been, how long has it been since I drank wine for a hundred years, two hundred years... More than four hundred years, even if I have not drank wine for this world for more than four hundred years. After ascension, people have reached the state of fasting, less troubles from the common people, but less fun.

"I didn't expect that Brother Wuji is still a gentleman," Ximen Yibei said in a dim manner, grabbed his eyes by his side, and placed two exquisite luminous cups on the table: "This is what I brought with me when I ascended. I don't usually use it easily. Today, I will treat you."

When Feng Yun Wuji heard this, he glanced at the two exquisite wine glasses and was shocked. When he ascended, the sky was about to collapse and the earth was about to break, and his body was still difficult to maintain. However, Ximen Yibei could still bring the luminous cup he enjoyed before ascending. This skill is really amazing.

Feng Yun Wuji grabbed the crystal clear luminous cup. On the low table of the ice sculpture, a stream of wine rose from the wine jar and poured into Feng Yun Wuji's wine glass. It just filled up and stopped.

After drinking the wine in the wine glass, Feng Yun Wuji couldn't help but sigh: "I haven't drunk this kind of wine for a long time. I wonder where Brother Ximen found these wines."

Those who ascended to the ancient times can be called old monsters. If they are age, most people are Fengyun Wuji's seniors. But even though Ximen calls him Brother Wuji according to Bei's original intention, Fengyun Wuji is willing to call Brother Ximen. The two sides have a similar relationship, so the distance is much closer.

"These are all given to me by my friend before I ascended..." Ximen Yibei said calmly, but Feng Yun Wuji heard a trace of trembling in his voice.

"Why didn't you see them?"

Ximen Yibei did not answer, grabbed the wine jar, raised his head and drank it. After a long time, he put down the wine jar and wiped the wine stains around his mouth. Ximen Yibei suddenly grabbed the long sword beside him and walked out of the hole.

"They are all dead, dead, dead... I ascended, but they are all dead!... Brother Lu, Brother Hua..." Ximen Yibei's roar came from outside the ice kiln.

Feng Yun Wuji sighed, grabbed the wine jar, drank all the wine in the jar in one breath, and after a long time, he let out a whisper, murmured: "You still have friends, at least, you once had, but I still have no friend... I have never had..."

After saying that, he rose up and walked out of the cave. As soon as he walked to the exit of the ice kiln, he saw Ximen Yibei standing high on the snow, tilting his head towards the sky, wearing a white shirt, making a sound. He didn't see any movement, so he saw thousands of sword energy burst out from his right wrist at the same time, exploding the snow around him in a fan shape. In front of Ximen Yibei, a majestic ice peak hundreds of meters suddenly rustled, and large areas of snow slid down the peak along the mountain.

Feng Yun Wuji's eyes were staring at Ximen Yibei's hand. However, no matter how hard he tried to look at it, what he saw was Ximen Yibei's hand, quietly holding it on the hilt of the sword, motionless. At a moment, a phantom seemed to appear.

Feng Yun Wuji's heart was surging. Four hundred years ago, when he saw Ximen Yibei, he knew that this person's sword speed should be unparalleled, but four hundred years later, when Feng Yun Wuji saw this person again, he knew that he was still wrong. The higher his martial arts skills, the more he felt that Ximen Yibei's strength was really powerful.

If it is within a hundred meters, Fengyun Wuji cannot guarantee that he can escape from Ximen Yibei Jian.

"Brother Lu, Brother Hua..." Ximen Yibei sprinkled the wine from the luminous cup in his hand on the snow, muttering something in his mouth. Feng Yun Wuji knew that he was trying to hide his friends who had passed away in the plane.

"I know what you are doing," Ximen Yibei's voice sounded in Feng Yun Wuji's ears. His voice was dull, completely difficult to connect him with the extremely emotional swordsman just now.

Feng Yun Wuji raised his head and looked at him in surprise. Ximen Yibei sighed: "A thousand years after I ascended, I can finally break the plane barrier and return to my previous plane. Although I know that they may have all died, it is still difficult to relieve this unspeakable pain in my heart as I saw with my own eyes. The people here are Bingmother and Shaoqing, and they are not as good as the world before ascending. If all the people I know have left, I would never be willing to stay in this plane."

Feng Yun Wuji nodded: "You have heard of the secrets of my founding of the Sword Domain and understand my initial purpose. I don't think I need to say more...I hope you can join the Sword Domain. No matter this, even if you have a name or an elder, I just hope that you can help me and build a paradise where swordsmen in the world can rely on."

"If it's just that, then it's a pity that I can't help you. Please ask Gao Ming." Ximen Yibei said coldly, tiptoed under his feet and gently passed by Feng Yun Wuji.

"...I also hope, I hope to do something to change the world. This ancient human being has fallen. I hope I can bring hope to the human race. I hope that my disciples will not die again, and I hope that other warriors will no longer have to be separated from relatives and friends."

Ximen Yibei turned his back to Fengyun Wuji, and his steps stopped in the void. After a long time, he sighed and said, "You go find someone named Dugu Wushang, "Sword Demon. If you can ask for his joining, then with me, perhaps the sword domain can really be truly established."

After saying that, Ximen Yibei stepped into the deep and cold ice kiln with his head held high.

"Sword Demon, Dugu Wushang!... Well," Feng Yun Wuji murmured to himself, then a smile appeared on his face and walked out happily. He knew that Ximen Yibei's reply was undoubtedly an indirect agreement...
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