The river breeze slowly blew onto the Buddha's knees, but it dissipated in front of the two of them without blowing a trace of clothes.

Ji Liao smiled and said, "Look, even the wind is afraid of you."

The woman in purple said leisurely: "Why don't you say it's the wind and you won't disturb us."

Ji Liao said softly: "Your world is only yourself, please don't use 'we'." He still paid attention to drawing a clear line with her.

"Drink first." She laughed and took out the jasper wine pot, two luminous cups, filled the cups. The wine was filled with moonlight, as silver as white as her wrists, and handed one of the wine to Ji Liao.

Ji Liao sprinkled the wine and fell into the endless stream below. He said seriously: "First respect the river tide."

Then he took the wine pot from the woman in purple, filled it with a glass of wine, and drank it all in one drink. The wine entered his heart, and the taste was like life.

The woman in purple smiled and asked, "Why should I respect the Jiangchao first?"

Ji Liao said: "Because I don't want to respect you."

The woman in purple smiled faintly, disregarded her attention, and drank the glass of wine in her hand. Even if she drank it all in one go, she was very elegant, which was something that others could not learn.

She said, "I heard everything you said to Zhao Xiyi." Then she added, "Except for the Sutra Pavilion in Nalanda Temple, the movements of dozens of miles cannot be hidden from me."

Ji Liao was not afraid at all, but just smiled and said, "So, your abilities are also limitless."

The woman in purple said, "You have made a lot of progress. If you were from the past, you would not look at the problem from this perspective."

Ji Liao said: "People always need to make progress."

This is nonsense, and it is even more true.

The woman in purple said, "Actually, your realm is nothing more than what the bald donkeys said to break the barrier of knowledge and views, but it is still the realm of the world, and the realm of the world is not worth mentioning in my eyes."

Perhaps no one in the world is more qualified to say this than her.

Ji Liao truly felt a unique temperament from her, that is, invincible. The master of the magic has never been there, the ancestor of the demon has never existed, and even the Qingyu has never existed.

This is the confidence gained after countless tests of life and death.

And if he continues to reincarnate for generations, he will have this kind of confidence. Or if anyone beats him out of his body, he may be more invincible than the woman in front of him in that state.

Thinking of this, Ji Liao felt that this invincibility was not that touching.

He killed Bai Haichan that day just a single finger.

Ji Liao calmed down and his heart was as bright as the moon.

He said, "But you are still in the world."

The woman in purple said, "But I can remove anyone from the world." She paused slightly and then said, "Of course you are not included."

When she heard what Ji Liao and Zhao Xiyi said, she naturally knew that Ji Liao might have a secret.

Judging from her experience, only in this way can we explain why Ji Liao could kill Bai Haichan. After all, even if she wanted to kill a person like Bai Haichan, it would take a lot of effort.

Ji Liao said: "Is this the reason why you invited me to drink?"

The woman in purple said, "After knowing that you have the demonic energy, I will compare your care for Ji Sheng. I also know many things. I was going to kill you, but after discovering this, I changed my mind. After all, if you kill you, you should still live in the world. It will not be so easy for me to find you."

Ji Liao said: "Then what will you do next."

The woman in purple said leisurely: "Soon't drink a bar."

Another glass of wine was gone.

Ji Liao also wanted to drink, although Zhao Xiyi was intentional for love, but it was love after all. The love that ended without success would make people feel a little uncomfortable.

Wine cannot resolve melancholy, but when it comes to melancholy, there is nothing more suitable to do than drinking.

After a while, the two of them had already drunk dozens of glasses of wine, and they all had a huge amount of wine, so they would naturally not get drunk if they had dozens of glasses of wine.

The woman in purple seemed a little drunk and said, "Ji Liao, I know you are a bit literary. This is the situation, how about you write a poem."

"Ji Liao", this is a title that no one has mentioned for a long time.

Ji Liao said: "If you don't have poetry, just say a few words."

The woman in purple said, "It's okay if it's just a few words. If it doesn't sound nice, I'll throw you into the river tide to feed the turtle."

She might be really drunk. No matter how powerful the turtle in the river tide is, she may not be able to eat Ji Liao now.

Ji Liao seemed a little drunk, and said, "I dreamed of yellow beams in the jade pot, and the cold moon in the sky."

The woman in purple clapped her hands and said, "It's very good. It's this scene, and life is like yesterday. She drinks eleven glasses."

Ji Liao smiled and said, "A word of mouth, it seems that you and I are too small, not as good as a word of thousand cups."

The woman in purple said lightly: "Drinking a thousand cups per word is too time-consuming, let alone saying these two sentences, it's time to have fun after drinking."

Ji Liao didn't ask how to do it, nor did he think about drinking first.

Ji Liao felt even more drunk when he was drinking eleven glasses of wine.

This is a good wine, but it cannot get drunk with him, but he is just a little drunk.

The woman in purple suddenly burst into an amazing and powerful aura. She shook the fishing rod, immersed the empty silk into the water, then lifted the fishing rod, pulled the empty silk, and actually caught the river tide.

What an amazing method this was, if it were not seen with your own eyes, it would probably be difficult for the world to imagine it before this.

The river tide was fished and hit Jiliao.

The woman in purple said coldly: "I have to take risks when I kill you, so I have to suppress you."

She didn't want to follow Bai Hai Zen's footsteps, and she didn't want to keep Ji Liao, who had the devilish aura, to restrain her.

Since she can plant the cause, she can also bear fruit.

The woman in purple stood out of thin air, almost level with the head of the Buddha.

Driven by the fishing rod, the river tide was like a dragon, catching Ji Liao with its teeth and claws.

Ji Liaoping was calm. He knew that she was not a person who could give up easily. The reason why she invited him here was to avoid placing his daughters and the others. After all, this person is extremely domineering and she would still find him to refuse to meet him.

But this wine tastes good, and he is not in vain.

Facing the tide of the river like a dragon, Ji Liao pulled out Qianqiusui and silently said in his heart: "It's almost twenty years, let's see how much difference there is between us."

The drunkenness burned in an instant and turned into endless fighting spirit.

A sword light across the sky appeared and slashed towards the river tide without reservation.

In the void, Ji Liao shouted loudly: "This knife is called "Break the previous dust."

The roar vibrated everywhere.

But it didn't affect too far.

Because it is ten miles in a radius, it seems to be covered by a field.

"Uncle." A picture awakens the girl from meditation and training.

Perhaps it was the father and daughter who were in love, but even the invisible field did not separate the girl from the girl’s sense of Ji Liao.

Chen Xiaohan knocked on the door and asked, "What's wrong."

The girl quickly opened the door and said, "Senior sister, uncle is in danger. Let's go to Nalanda Temple."
Chapter completed!