Chapter 115 Drunk

If Ning Wuxie, who had just woken up in the cabin, was full of hatred and anger, and wanted revenge and nothing else. Then at this moment, Ning Wuxie only felt the love for Xuan'er, which was as strong as to overwhelm him.

He hugged her tightly in his arms, as if he wanted the two of them to merge into one. He trembled a little, and his lips were pressed against Xuan'er's ears, and he continued to whisper softly:

"Xuan'er, I..."

"I think I can't leave you."

Xuan'er was hugged, and after hearing Ning Wuxie's three-word confession, her eyes immediately turned red, and crystal tears swirled in them.

The sky reflected the gorgeous fireworks.

"Brother, I love you too!"

She almost raised her head and hit Ning Wuxie's lips again.

"I can't leave you either, I can never leave you..."

The two kissed passionately, and it took a long time before they separated. Ning Wuxie held Xuan'er in his arms, and the tremor in his heart took a long time to subside.

At this time, the people on the street had already left and marched to other places. Under the shadow of the century-old tree on the side of the road, the two slowly stood up and walked towards their residence.

Along the way, Xuan'er clung to Ning Wuxie, as if she wanted to hang on him, so Ning Wuxie simply carried her on his back.

Xuan'er hugged Ning Wuxie's neck and pressed her cheek against his.

At this time, Ning Wuxie gradually came back to his senses.

He actually confessed to Xuan'er!

That... Doesn't that mean that Jiang Ningxuan can also know about this!

Although his series of actions had long exposed his feelings for Xuan'er, it was still very different to say it in person.

Would the empress feel disgusted and despised, and then ridicule him?

Thinking about that scene, Xuan'er's face looked at him, but with disgust, rejecting him thousands of miles away.

Ning Wuxie felt a little overwhelmed.

"Xuan'er."

"Well~ What's wrong, brother." Xuan'er's voice was sweet and soft, and she moaned in his ear.

"It's okay."

He felt better.

"You just want to hear my voice, right?" Xuan'er asked with a sly smile.

"Yeah, I feel uncomfortable if I can't hear it."

"Then go home quickly, I'll scream for you all night."

"..." Ning Wuxie choked, "You don't have to scream all night."

"Why? Don't you like to hear Xuan'er's voice?"

Ning Wuxie's face became more and more rosy: "I'll tell you when I get back!" He quickened his pace.

The disciples who were marching cheered in groups, but they didn't dare to make a noise in front of Xun Sheng and his disciples, so the bamboo forest courtyard where Ning Wuxie and others lived was relatively quiet.

As soon as Ning Wuxie entered with Xuan'er on his back, he saw Meng Cangran and Zhuang Yuerou sitting in the courtyard, waiting for him.

"Brother Ning! You're finally back!" Meng Cangran stood up with an excited look on his face.

"Rou Rou and I were following you, but we lost you while walking."

"Then when I turned around, I found that Miss Xuan'er was gone too. Where did you meet her?"

Ning Wuxie put Xuan'er down: "Xuan'er has been following our group. I saw her as soon as I slipped out."

Meng Cangran and Zhuang Yuerou opened their eyes wide. They didn't expect that Ning Wuxie, who they couldn't keep an eye on, could be followed by Xuan'er.

"Only Miss Xuan'er's feelings for you can bite you to death. I'm afraid she didn't take her eyes off you for a moment." Zhuang Yuerou covered her mouth and chuckled.

Ning Wuxie turned his head to look at Xuan'er, and Xuan'er also looked at him. When Meng and Zhuang looked at each other, they both turned their heads away shyly.

The scene when he slipped out of the crowd before and Xuan'er stood in the distance and looked at him eagerly was also one of the reasons why Ning Wuxie was so full of love just now.

"You made Brother Ning embarrassed." Meng Cangran said to Zhuang Yuerou, and walked forward with a smile: "Brother Ning, this time you really helped Confucianism to win a big breath!"

"The Human Sect relies on their disciples' high cultivation and strong combat power, and has always suppressed our Confucianism in this regard. Unexpectedly, you beat them all back today!"

"And the opponent is not a disciple of the Ordinary Sect, that is the Tianjiao Li Luobing, the Shaowu Palace attendant!"

Meng Cangran was excited, his cheeks flushed and said: "Do you know how happy Elder Sun Yan was when the news reached Zhengge Palace?!"

"He announced on the spot that he would give you a key to the treasure house of the Sutra Pavilion, and he would ensure that you became one of the Twelve Supremes!"

The Twelve Supremes is a higher level title after the Twelve Young Sages. It means that this person has reached the extreme realm of human beings and should be extraordinary and holy.

When you reach the Twelve Supremes, you deserve to be called an "elder" within Confucianism.

Ning Wuxie doesn't care about this very much. The Twelve Young Sages are enough for him.

What he cares about is the key to the treasury of the Sutra Library...

This is Confucianism! The source of the continent's cultural heritage!

All the classics in the world, whether it is strange stories or historical research, are all-encompassing, and all kinds of magical skills are endless.

There may even be a long-lost inheritance hidden in a corner where no one cares.

Of course, it is unknown whether Sun Yan is sincere or just talking nonsense. The key to the Sutra Library is very important, and he cannot make the decision alone.

While Ning Wuxie was thinking for a while, Meng Cangran spoke again: "Come, Brother Ning, I will drink a celebratory wine for you tonight!"

Ning Wuxie raised his head and saw Zhuang Yuerou pointing to his room. A mahogany tray slowly flew out, with fine wine and some snacks on it. The tray landed on the stone table in the yard, steadily.

"Brother Meng, why bother..." Ning Wuxie was a little embarrassed. Xuan'er should want to go back to the room with him to sleep.

But seeing the white soup with bubbles on the tray, I couldn't help but feel a little greedy.

After rebirth, I haven't had a good drink yet.

Today is a good day. I defeated my enemies and confessed my love. Why not get drunk again?

"You defeated the arrogant Renzong, which brought honor to Confucianism and proved that I didn't make a mistake."

"Now you even have the hope of becoming one of the Twelve Supremes. I am happy for you!" Meng Cangran said, "Just think of it as accompanying me!"

Ning Wuxie swallowed his saliva and turned to Xuan'er and said, "Xuan'er, I want to drink."

Xuan'er was a little depressed and didn't want Ning Wuxie to drink, but after hearing what he said, she laughed again.

"Okay~ Drink it."

"I'll serve you, okay?"

Ning Wuxie was overjoyed and kissed Xuan'er hard on the forehead and pulled her to sit at the stone table.

The bright moon, the breeze, the beautiful bamboo, and fireworks blooming from time to time in the sky. The four of them sat around, drinking and eating meat, and talking about life.

They didn't use their spiritual power to dispel the alcohol, but just let their tempers relax. The spiritual wine was strong, and within three pots, the brains gradually became numb, and the two grown men's cheeks turned red and their tongues became numb.

Meng Cangran was drunk, shouting something about restoring the glory of Confucianism, and wanting to purge all the hypocrites on Junzi Mountain and restore the world to righteousness.

Zhuang Yuerou was shocked when she heard it, and quickly released her spiritual power to activate the barrier of the courtyard so that outsiders could not see it.

Ning Wuxie was also drunk, and he also wanted to shout out the suppressed things in his heart.

But when the words came to his lips, he bit them again and didn't let them out.

He turned his head to look at Xuan'er, his cheeks flushed and his eyes misty with drunkenness.

"What's wrong, husband?" Xuan'er looked at his funny appearance and asked with a smile.

He rushed over to hug Xuan'er, and tears actually flowed from his eyes.