Brother is always slapping his face

Xue Wenlin intentionally misinterpreted his meaning: "Are you taking his spiritual power as your own?"

"..." Mo Zhannan opened and closed his lips, unable to speak.

"Really?" Xue Wenlin pointed it out mercilessly in the next moment: "He is your savior, I think you can't do anything to him..."

"Master, I..." Being told what was on his mind, Mo Zhannan felt like a lump in his throat, and there was unwillingness and pain in his eyes.

I can't bear to criticize him too much. At such a young age, he bears blood and deep hatred, shoulders heavy responsibilities, and has a long way to go.

With a soft sigh, Xue Wenlin said in a calm tone: "Zhan Nan, the road is long, if you are not careful, all previous efforts will be wasted, and there will be no redemption. We must take every step and be careful, you know?"

The master is always thinking of himself, Mo Zhannan just lowered his eyes, and replied in a good voice: "I would like to follow the teachings of the master."

"Well, I will go back as soon as the disciple who will replace me with the message arrives tomorrow. We are planning for the long term when I go back."

"it is good."

……

The next day, Xue Wenlin received the message and hurried back.The fact that Jia Jingyu took out the Autumn Frost Sword from the Taixu Sword Tomb also alarmed Rong Weichuan, the master who practiced in seclusion.

In the meeting hall of Jiuding Peak, the eight masters of the Taihe Sect gathered together, sitting upright, discussing important matters.

Mo Zhannan was worried about Jia Jingyu's going to stay, so in private, he suggested to Xue Wenlin to observe the scene of the discussion. The master also wanted to exercise his courage and warned him not to say a word while standing behind him. Mo Zhannan nodded in agreement. .

At this time, Rong Weichuan, a spirited and energetic master, came out of the customs and stepped into the main seat with vigorous steps. The eight masters stood like pine trees, and Mo Zhannan and Jia Jingyu stood behind the master. Immediately saluted and said respectfully: "Respectfully welcome the master (respectfully welcome the master ancestor)."

"Excuse me." Rong Weichuan waved his hand, took the seat of honor, and said in a confident voice, "You all sit down and talk."

"Yes." Everyone replied and took their seats one after another.

Mo Zhannan glanced at Rong Weichuan hastily, and then looked away. In the past ten years, he has not changed much, except that his temples have become grayer.Fortunately, you are still alive?Otherwise, I will seek revenge!

Rong Weichuan sensed that someone had glanced at him, followed his gaze, and saw a frail young man standing behind Xue Wenlin, with picturesque features and a familiar look, as if he had seen it somewhere...

Xue Wenlin immediately understood, stood up, and said loudly: "Master, this is my new disciple named Mo Zhannan. He came here especially for his health."

"En." Rong Weichuan nodded after listening.

Then, Xue Wenlin asked Jia Jingyu to stand up again, patted him on the shoulder, and said with some pride: "This disciple, Jia Jingyu, who learned martial arts from our Taihe School since childhood, also took out the Qiushuang Sword from the Taixu Sword Tomb. Lord."

Hearing this, Rong Weichuan looked Jia Jingyu up and down, he was tall, unrestrained and unrestrained, and powerful, not bad, not bad, he was a man to make.He nodded appreciatively and said, "That's right. If I remember correctly, Jia Jingyu seems to be the top [-] finalist of Qunying last year, right?"

"Master, this kid was indeed one of the top [-] finalists of the Heroes Meeting last year, not only that, he has been in the top [-] for four consecutive years." Xue Wenlin added, adding.

"This year he took out the Autumn Frost Sword from the Taixu Sword Tomb again. This is unusual, what do you all think?" Rong Weichuan glanced around with a rather majestic gaze, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and began to discuss in a low voice.

After a while, Master Zhao Hui of Yuhua Peak stood up, and said in a clear voice: "Master, I think Jingyu is a good seedling, and Junior Brother Xue is usually not at home, why don't you give him to me and let me teach him personally?" .”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Brazenly robbing me!Xue Wenlin frowned in astonishment: "Master, when I come back today, I just want to resign from my job in Wanfu Pavilion and carefully train my apprentice Jia Jingyu."

As soon as the words fell, Mo Zhannan became nervous again.In the last dream union, the master learned that the senior brother took out the Qiushuang sword that has been passed down through the ages, and his killing intent suddenly arose. Would he be so kind to cultivate Jia Jingyu into a talent? !

There is also Master Feng Zijun from Qianmo Peak, who is not afraid of the height of the stage when watching a play, and coaxed from the side: "Brother Zhao, how can you be like this, you can't just poach people from Brother Xue?"

Everyone laughed, Feng Zijun said again: "Isn't it? However, I am willing to take care of this kind of laborious work of cultivating talents, and help Junior Brother Xue solve his problems."

The high-sounding words made everyone scoff.

Xue Wenlin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and stared at him for a few times, quickly waved his hands, and said, "No, no, I will teach my own apprentices by myself. This is a matter of course, so don't bother everyone."

"Stop arguing." Grandmaster Rong Weichuan couldn't stand it any longer. As soon as he spoke, everyone kept their mouths shut and looked at Grandmaster, wanting to hear his old man's wise opinion.

I saw him pondering for a while, and said calmly: "This matter is no small matter. Not everyone can control the Qiushuang Sword. If you are a little careless, you can easily be controlled by it and lose your mind. I think it should be like this. In the future, Let this head teach Jia Jingyu personally."

"Ah?" Everyone was dumbfounded, and Jia Jingyu was also deeply surprised.

Mo Zhannan was secretly happy, as long as Jia Jingyu didn't have his master teach him martial arts, it would be the best.

Some people are happy that someone is worried.

Master did what he said, and what he said was true. The masters immediately gave up the idea of ​​vying for Jia Jingyu. Maybe it would be self-defeating, and it would be bad to lose their reputation.

After returning, Mo Zhannan said to Jia Jingyu, "Congratulations."

"Where does the joy come from?" The master was vigorous and resolute, and I learned superior swordsmanship from him, and we will spend less time together in the future.Jia Jingyu has his own considerations.

But Mo Zhannan hoped that he would get better and better away from the master. If he fell into the hands of the master, he might be taught what he would do, so he was happy for him from the bottom of his heart.

"Hey? From now on, I'm going to run to Jiuding Peak every day. I think you're quite happy. Your mental formulas and introductory martial arts, who will supervise you?" Jia Jingyu said sullenly.

"Master will teach me of course, he fired his job in Wanfu Pavilion." Mo Zhannan said truthfully.

After hearing this, Jia Jingyu said appreciatively, "Master is really kind to you. I've never seen him care so much about any student."

"It's not as good as you, masters, you fight over each other, masters and ancestors are all talented disciples." Mo Zhannan said slowly.

"Huh?" Jia Jingyu felt that his younger brother's kung fu was getting better and better, it was almost impeccable.The corner of his mouth curled up, his little brain was working quickly, he took his heart into consideration, and followed his words: "Ah, yes, yes, you will follow me from now on, your senior brother will be a fool, you are guaranteed to have a lot of benefits, you know?" As he spoke, he wanted to put his hairy paws on Mo Zhannan's fragrant shoulders.

Mo Zhannan smiled slightly, dodged to avoid him, turned around and walked away.

"Hey, where are you going?" Jia Jingyu asked behind him unwillingly.

Mo Zhannan turned his head, looked up slightly, the two people's eyes collided, and smiled brightly: "You are busy with your work, and I am busy with mine."

His smile is so pretty, Jia Jingyu also slightly raised the corners of his mouth, why didn't he find that his smile was so pretty before, like a banished fairy walking away on a cloud, looking back with a smile that captivates the soul, wanting to follow him, to be His followers, driven by him...

Thinking about it this way, the counterfeiters encountered by Taixu Jianzhong are not as good as his. He doesn't need to be coquettish, just showing off his face and smiling at people is enough to make people think about it and make their hearts jump with joy.

Humming a ditty, Jia Jingyu raised his sword and went to Haoran Residence in Jiuding Peak, the master's ancestor, to report. As soon as he left, Xue Wenlin appeared in silhouette from among the dense bushes.

To say that there is nothing between Zhan Nan and Jia Jingyu, unless I am blind, they are both young and full of blood, we can't let them face each other every night and live together in the same room, prevent problems before they happen, let Jia Jingyu make orders for the future The heroes, the unattainable king of the demon clan, was strangled in the cradle because of his unruly intentions.

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