one of my alchemist friends

Tao is also a genius for doing so tragically.But still finished a few mouthfuls.As for having a stomachache all night, that's for another story, so don't mention it.

After tossing back and forth all night, it was only when the sky was light that my stomach calmed down a little.Bairan simply stayed up and went to school.Mo Chengkong was already here, and he was overjoyed to see him coming. Holding the copied manuscript, he showed off, "Look, my left-handed writing is not worse than my right-handed. How is it? Is it great?"

"They're all ugly." Bairan threw him a word, but quietly hid a thick stack of papers under his body.

Lingjizi always adhered to the principle of "one thing, one end" in his work, and he accepted the punishment. Not only did he no longer embarrass him, but he also praised Mo Chengkong's knowledge and comprehension in terms of mentality and Taoism.

"His son can be taught. In the future, even young master Bai may be hard to match." Lingjizi said to himself.

At this time, all the disciples were exercising sword skills with each other, Lingjizi paid special attention to Mo Chengkong's actions, and saw that he was empty-handed and was cornered by a disciple.

"Advance by retreat..."

"Reluctance to fight back for a long time, enough forbearance and patience, a great weapon."

"Oh? Jumped onto the wall? Well, the body is neat and crisp, but..." How did it get out?

The disciple who flew up to the wall stood in a daze for a while, then turned around and reported, "Sir, he escaped!"

Oh, it turned out that he escaped.

What? !He escaped under the old man's nose? !

Lingjizi's beard and hair stood on end, and he sat down tremblingly against the wall covering his heart. He took out a copy of "Standing Body" from his sleeve, called Bairan, and said, "tell that bastard for me, and this time you will be punished for copying." A hundred times is considered cheap for him. If you dare to play truant again in the future, you will be caught and broken on the spot!"

Bairan took the book, saluted and left, and went to the old pear tree on the mountainside without thinking too much.

Shiwei is in the middle of May, the blue sky is clear, the cicadas are singing sparsely, the mountain springs are clear, and the swimming fish are fattening.When Bairan arrived, Mo Chengkong was turning over the grilled fish. When he saw him coming, his eyes were full of smiles, and he patted a place beside him to signal him to sit down.

Bairan threw the book at him and said, "Copy it one hundred times as a fine. Next time, I'll break my leg when I run away."

Mo Chengkong stretched his hands towards the sky, and lazily said: "The old man has written a lot."

Bai Ran was helpless: "If you misbehave, it's hard to blame others."

Mo Chengkong said: "My ancestors ruled that you can't practice swords, and I can't help it. Don't say that there are no strange rules in your family."

Bairan sat upright in Xunpian, and said: "Family rules are upright, you should follow them, why are you talking so weirdly?"

"Okay, sir, everything you say is right, okay? Come and taste my fish."

Hearing the previous sentence, Bai Ran frowned.After hearing the last sentence, the memories of last night flooded into my heart, so I just dared to smell it and said: "It's so fishy."

Mo Chengkong pursed his mouth, threw the fish aside, and hugged his knees in silence.The near water was wet and cold, and after a while he felt his legs and feet were sore and weak. He turned around and wanted to call Bairan to go back together, but he met those star eyes.

Bairan's expression flickered, as if he had something to say.Looking at each other silently for a while, Mo Chengkong deliberately provoked him, so he picked up the book and left as if to leave, saying: "I have work to do, it is not suitable to stay for a long time, I will leave first."

Bairan stood up and said, "Just stop."

Hooked.Mo Chengkong secretly rejoiced, but there was no emotion on his face, he said, "What's the matter, my lord?"

"You...but you hate me so much?"

"how you said that?"

"You often tease me with words, which embarrass me."

Mo Chengkong asked back: "Then do you hate me?"

Bairan nodded, thought for a while, then shook his head again.

The mountain wind lifted the corners of the clothes of the two of them, fluttering and floating.At this moment, Bairan was less alienated and indifferent, and his face had never been straightforward and ignorant.

Mo Cheng moved in his heart, stepped forward to hold his hand, and said, "From now on, I won't annoy you, and you don't hate me either. Let's shake hands and make peace, okay?"

Bai Ran's eyes drooped slightly, and he said, "Okay."

Mo Chengkong's smiling eyes curved, and he flew up, wrapping his arms around his neck.Bairan didn't expect this, and fell back, and both of them fell into the river.

"Mo Chengkong!" Bai Ran shouted angrily.

nightmare

Because the water was bitterly cold and soaked in wet clothes, Bairan developed a fever after returning home. After several days of acupuncture and medication, he did not get better.

Lingjizi diagnosed his pulse and said: "The pulse is like a thread, and it pauses and continues. I'm afraid it's not good." Then he asked Bai Heng, "This child should have died young, why has he been forced to stay?"

Bai Heng said: "My father instills and nourishes it with spiritual power every day."

Lingjizi shook his head again and again: "Why bother. Even if you take care of it carefully, any minor illness or pain can kill you."

Bai Heng turned his back and said, "I'm going to trouble you sir." After saying that, he quietly left the room.In the courtyard, the moonlight is like water, and the shadows of bamboo are whirling.The evening wind brought a bit of coolness, which made his back tremble slightly.

That year, he still suffered from the loss of his wife, so he dispersed his family and returned to Cuiwang with his sick child.Holding his grandson in his arms, the old man was both happy and sad, and said: "It is really rare for a child to have such a pure white and upright spirit. He is worthy of the great task of protecting the sword, and he will surely be famous in the immortal family in the future. But it seems that his life is not long now. This time The next time I call you back, I want you to inherit the position of suzerain, and this old man can also take good care of this poor grandson."

After 15 years of careful maintenance and no mistakes, how can it be destroyed today?Bai Heng thought about it to no avail, so he summoned his attendants, guards, and maids to interrogate them one by one. He found out that Bai Ran returned with a disciple with a different surname a few days ago.Asking which disciple with a different surname, everyone said they didn't know, they only remembered that the young man was very good-looking, and he didn't have a sword by his side.

There are no more than 80 or 30 disciples of the Bai family, except for more than [-] disciples of the same family, the rest know everyone, and there is always a familiar face among those who come and go, it can be seen that the disciple has only recently started.It seemed that there was such a person in his impression, Bai Heng didn't think much about it, and immediately sent someone to bring him over.

In the side hall, Mo Chengkong knelt on the ground, and all he could see in front of him was a pair of moon-white gold-rimmed boots spinning back and forth.Bai Heng held his sword in both hands as usual, glanced coldly at the kneeling person in front of him, and said: "My son's cold is thanks to you." It was not a question.

Mo Chengkong hurriedly raised his head, but he did not forget to look back, and asked eagerly, "Bai...Young Master, is he sick? Is it okay?"

Bai Heng snorted coldly, and said: "Pretentious. It's just you and me here, put away this kung fu." Seeing that he was silent, he said again: "Isn't the Leng family of Huaiyang? I tried my best to stay and do it." What? If you want to harm my son, or steal the 'Hate Life' sword."

He wanted to argue a few words, but the last few words were like a ghost's hand choking his throat tightly, making him unable to make a sound.As if his hands were unable to support his trembling body due to fear, he maintained his kneeling position, burying his head deep between his knees.

The Mohist school is extremely famous among the immortals, so why did it decline?Why can't Yu Guyin of the Mohist practice swordsmanship?

All because of Mo's famous sword "Hate Life".

It is the evil sword "Hate Life" that slaughtered the entire family of the Mo family, stained the green field with blood for three years, and accumulated countless resentful spirits!

Not only did this evil thing not fall into purgatory with its master Mo Taiqing, but it was safely protected by the Bai family?

Seeing his reaction like this, Bai Heng felt ashamed that it was a trick leaked, so he said: "I don't want to tell you more. Considering that you are still young, it is considered polite to be thrown down the mountain with a stick. Go back and tell Leng Yuxin, As the master of a sect, don't do the same things as the little ones."

Back with a stick.

"No... no..."

Another stick.

"...The junior is not malicious..."

Another stick.

"Don't drive me away..."

……

The ring was broken in two on his back.Mo Chengkong fell to the ground, his face was pale and he was sweating profusely.His eyes were closed tightly, his lips moved slightly, and he murmured silently: "Bairan... believe me... believe me..."

Bai Heng was about to call someone to send him down the mountain, but he saw Bai Xiang rushing over, holding a broken book with a sad face, and said, "Oh, Wusi, as a father, let me give Ah Ran this golden pill first. There is no Mo family in the art of 'soul entanglement'." Consanguinity is in vain."

"Father, you can't... I should let me, let me give up the golden core..."

"Presumptuous! Are you going to abandon the sect and ignore it?"

"I……"

"Heh...haha...hahaha...but the Mo family's 'soul bond' technique, the old master Bai can't do anything about it?" Mo Chengkong laughed a few times, and forced his eyelids to look at the two. The ink of 'Jiangnan ink, the soul-talking ghost'."

Bai Xiang was shocked, he quickly held him up to look at him carefully, and said: "Really? Seriously?" He turned around and asked Bai Heng: "Who hurt him like this? Quickly take the longevity!"

Bai Heng stepped forward to dissuade him: "I tell my father, this person's motives are not pure, and what he said is not credible."

"Father will decide this matter for himself, you don't need to say much. By the way, bring 'Xianni'." After sending Bai Heng away, Bai Xiang gave him some spiritual power, and asked, "Which branch of the Mo family is your ancestor? "

"Mo Taiqing's fourth son, the successor of Mo Pianyun."

Are they still direct blood relatives?

The time when "hate life" devoured the master coincided with the clan ceremony, and the Mohist family of more than a hundred people was almost wiped out, and Mo Taiqing himself committed suicide and apologized.When the major families arrived, they saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood.After finishing the funeral affairs, each family disagreed about how to deal with the "hate life" sword, and finally handed it over to the most prestigious person in the world of cultivating immortals--Cui Wangbai's family to take care of the suppression.Bai Xiang was only eight or nine years old at the time, and he knew nothing about the survivors of the Mohist school.

"Since you are a member of the Mo family, you should know the price of this 'soul bond' technique. Are you still willing?"

"The junior has only one condition."

"But it doesn't matter if you say it, the old man will do what he says."

"Cheng Kong has no other wish, but only wants to be with the young master forever."

"……it is good."

"I don't agree!" Bai Heng came in without knowing when, picked up the teacup on the case and threw it on the ground to vent his anger.

"Bai Wusi, Sect Master Bai, you have really improved a lot. You dare to talk back to your father and flirt."

"Father, I didn't..."

"Nothing? When did you learn sophistry. Go to the ancestral hall and kneel for two hours with your sword raised, and then copy the family instructions ten times. You are not allowed to eat until you finish copying."

Lingjizi bowed to those who came, and asked, "Why don't you see Sect Master Bai?"

Bai Xiang said: "If you are worried and bored, practice calligraphy quietly.