Yuan Zhenyi wasn't boasting; the wine he brought was indeed excellent. It had a mellow and fragrant entrance, a lingering aftertaste, and, even more commendably, a faint, intoxicating warmth that enveloped the body. The meridian that Mo Wuji had unblocked was particularly nourished by the wine, making him feel completely refreshed.

"Truly fine wine, a single sip brings complete comfort," Mo Wuji praised. He suspected the wine contained spiritual herbs, otherwise, it wouldn't have given him such a pleasant sensation.

Hearing Mo Wuji compliment his wine, Yuan Zhenyi said even more proudly, "Brother Mo truly appreciates wine. I used a spiritual fruit in this wine. I'm from Changyan Lord Country. One year, I accidentally entered the Thunder Mist Forest and unexpectedly found good fortune in disaster, obtaining a spiritual fruit. I ended up brewing ten jars of this fine wine, and this is the last one. But the wine is quite potent, hahaha..."

Mo Wuji could tell at once that Yuan Zhenyi was a generous person. A single cup of wine brewed with such a spiritual fruit was incredibly valuable and, more importantly, impossible to buy. Yet, Yuan Zhenyi, simply because he liked a phrase Mo Wuji said, casually brought it out to drink.

"I'm truly ashamed. We just met, yet I'm drinking Brother Yuan's fine wine," Mo Wuji suddenly thought of Changyan Lord Country, wasn't that the one at war with Chengyu Lord Country? However, Mo Wuji didn't care. He felt no sense of belonging to Chengyu Lord Country.

Yuan Zhenyi laughed again, "Brother Mo, you're being too polite. As you said, those who walk different paths cannot plan together. I feel an instant connection with Brother Mo. Don't mention a mere jar of wine, even something better wouldn't compare to such a kindred spirit."

"Well said, 'even something better wouldn't compare to such a kindred spirit.' Come, Brother Zhenyi, Shiyi Niang, Bu Er, let's have another cup," Mo Wuji felt a great release in his heart. After being betrayed by his lover and reborn, this was the first time he had felt such uninhibited joy.

The four of them raised their cups and drained them in one gulp.

Even when he had opened his first meridian, he only felt excitement and indescribable joy. But that wasn't release. At this moment, he felt true release, a genuine relaxation and unburdening of his heart.

As they drank, Mo Wuji couldn't help but burst into song:

"How many true friends does one have in this world?
How long can friendship last?
Today we part, grasping hands in farewell,
Friendship remains in our hearts.
We may be parting for now,
But we will surely meet again someday.
Even if we cannot meet,
We will always be friends.
Though there are ten thousand mountains,
Separating us far apart,
We need not meet,
Our hearts understand.
Friendship cannot be changed…"

At first, Mo Wuji sang alone, but later Yuan Zhenyi and the others learned it and joined in a chorus.

...

Wen Manzhu stood outside Mo Wuji's tent, frowning the whole time. She didn't quite like Mo Wuji drinking and making such a loud noise with people like Yuan Zhenyi.

Mo Wuji, after all, was once a minor lord. Even if he had lost his status, he shouldn't be so degenerate. If it weren't for some guilt she felt and a desire to help Mo Wuji, she would have turned and left long ago. Perhaps she herself didn't realize that she had another purpose in coming here: to help Situ Po inquire about the background of that "Junzi Jian" (Gentleman Cheat).

But when she heard Mo Wuji singing about lasting friendship, she was stunned. She had spent the most time with Mo Wuji and knew him inside and out. Yet, she never knew Mo Wuji had such musical talent. The song was extremely pleasant, with sincerity shining through its simplicity.

"Brother Mo, this song is good, I like it. No matter the mountains and rivers, friendship cannot be changed!" Shiyi Niang, her face flushed red, walked to Mo Wuji's side with her wine cup like a man, grabbed his arm, and slurred loudly.

Yuan Zhenyi also stood up, raising his cup, and said, "Indeed, it's a good song, I like it too. The only regret is that there's no wine in the song, otherwise, it would be even more perfect. Let's finish this cup."

Mo Wuji, equally reeking of alcohol, stood up and drained the wine in his cup, shouting, "Since that's the case, then I'll sing another one:

"Yesterday is gone and never coming back, oh yeah!
Happiness is more precious than anything,
Spilled water cannot be retrieved, oh yeah!
When the peach blossoms fade, there are roses,
Life is but a few decades, and rain and wind will always accompany us.
Let's go to the gathering in a dashing and unrestrained manner, not going home until we're drunk.
Don't regret the past, slowly savor it.
At this moment, this glass of wine with friends is the most precious.
Quickly fill up the wine, drink this cup and sing loudly,
Good friends, good friends, how joyous this night is.
It also makes me understand to cherish the shoulders of friends.
Sunshine will always shine on the vastness after the rain and wind,
Let us raise our heads and learn to be strong.
Just like this glass of strong liquor from a friend warms my heart,
Warm me and don't take anything to heart anymore.
Today we meet, oh yeah!
Deep affection fills the wine glass.
Time flies like water, oh yeah!
Who cares who was who yesterday…"

Mo Wuji's wild and hoarse voice, fueled by alcohol, left Wen Manzhu outside the tent completely stunned. Compared to the previous song, she felt that she liked this one even more. Every word seemed to strike the depths of her heart, making her feel a surge of passion, wishing she could go in and drink a few cups with them.

Is this what friendship feels like? She also had her own friends. Ninth Prince Situ Po of Chengyu Country, Zhao Pu, son of Zhao Feihu, the first general of Chengyu Country, Yao Bingzhen, son of Yao Kang of the Ministry of Rites, and that slightly hypocritical Zhao Xu…

Which of these people wasn't a talented and promising young hero? But why did she feel that she could never find this kind of passionate feeling in them? For example, this time, if Situ Po hadn't known that Mo Wuji knew the whereabouts of the Sunflower Manual, would he have advised her to chat more with Mo Wuji?

"Good, good, Brother Mo, I like this song… 'Quickly fill up the wine, drink this cup and sing loudly, good friends, good friends, how joyous this night is, it also makes me understand to cherish the shoulders of friends…'" Yuan Zhenyi sang along with Mo Wuji in a loud voice.

After singing only two lines, Ding Bu Er and Shiyi Niang joined in.

Wen Manzhu stood outside the tent for a long time, finally giving up the idea of ​​entering the tent. If it hadn't been for what happened today, she would never have known that Mo Wuji was so talented. The two songs he sang casually made her feel a surge of passion, making her unable to resist joining in and singing loudly with them.

Walking a long way, until the singing could no longer be heard, Wen Manzhu slowly lowered her head. She knew that no matter how good Mo Wuji's singing was, she and Mo Wuji were ultimately people from two different worlds.

If Mo Wuji had spiritual roots, she might have tried to help him. Unfortunately, Mo Wuji didn't have spiritual roots. When she joined the Immortal Sect and started cultivating, she and Mo Wuji would drift further and further apart.

"Let the past be the past. If I can still see him after I have cultivated to success in the future, I will give him a life of wealth. Or help him fulfill that dream and take back the Bei Qin County and return it to him." As if saying goodbye to the past, and also as if finding a reason to leave Mo Wuji, Wen Manzhu murmured to herself and walked into the restaurant.

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