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After Luoying taught Jing Mingtai for half an hour, it finally ended with Jing Mingtai nodding with a vague understanding.

After talking for such a long time, she couldn't help being thirsty. Luoying took a cup of tea and drank it in one gulp. Out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but glance at Mo Ziyan who was about to become invisible. She felt a little careless in her heart. I taught it with two apprentices, they are still young, they are not deeply involved in the world, and they don't have a clear understanding of the outside world. It seems that I will pay more attention to the two young apprentices in the future.

Mo Ziyan, who was not deeply involved in the world and had no understanding of the world, couldn't help but tremble, and his neck suddenly felt a little cold.

"By the way! Xiaotai, how do you know that Xiaoyan's body is fragrant!" Luoying, who was belatedly aware of it, suddenly asked a question!

"Sometimes you can smell it when you get closer. It's very fragrant." Jing Mingtai glanced at Mo Ziyan with a serious expression.

"That's it!" Luoying looked at him with bright eyes.

The corners of Mo Ziyan's lips twitched!I'm afraid if it wasn't for my identity!Out of respect!She has already rushed over to check it out!

"Master! Have you forgotten your main purpose today?" Hui Feng coughed softly, trying to bring back the topic of her master's deviation. She felt that if this continues, her master's nature will soon be exposed in front of the younger brothers It was exposed, or it should have been exposed early!

"Oh! The teacher called you here today. In addition to distributing the disciple seals, I have another thing to tell you. After one month, the new disciples will have a one-stop competition. The top three will get rewards and enter the Wanzhen Pavilion One chance." Being reminded by Huifeng, Luoying immediately thought of the purpose of her trip.

"Wanzhen Pavilion?" Mo Zi asked puzzled question?

"Shangyuanzong's Wanzhen Pavilion contains tens of thousands of spiritual artifacts of all kinds. Ordinary disciples rarely have the opportunity to enter the Wanzhen Pavilion, so you two must seize the opportunity this time and get the top three. Name, you can enter the Wanzhen Pavilion to choose spiritual weapons, and it is your chance to take out one casually." Luoying corrected her expression, and her tone was serious.

"Then what's the reward?"

"I don't know much about this now, but the reward for winning the first place seems to be the Concentration Flower."

"Spiritual Concentration Flower?" Mo Ziyan couldn't help murmuring after hearing it.

"The Concentration Flower, as the name implies, gathers the spiritual consciousness of monks. Although this flower is very rare, it is only useful to those with impaired spiritual consciousness, but it is useless to you." Luoying explained.

"Here are a few introductory exercises, take them back and read them first, and ask me if you don't understand." Afterwards, Luoying had a few more books out of thin air, and handed them to the two respectively. This is what she said last night. Ritter went to choose for the two of them according to their spiritual roots.

"Thank you, master." Mozi took a few books with both hands, and thanked Mozi politely.

"Good boy! This is what a teacher should do." Luoying smiled generously, her eyes full of connivance.

"By the way! I haven't ranked the two of you as a teacher yet! Although the teacher is the first to accept Xiaoyan as an apprentice, but Xiaotai, you are older than Xiaoyan. From now on, you will be a senior brother. In the future, as a senior brother, you must let me go Do you know, Junior Brother!" Luoying slapped her head, and she almost forgot when she remembered this!

"I know, I will definitely "take care" of my junior in the future." Jing Mingtai's handsome face was filled with a smile, and he emphasized the word "care".

"It's so good, very good." Seeing this, Luoying was very pleased. The apprentices supported each other and took care of each other. Naturally, the more the better.

"Brother, you can't wait to smear me so much." When they left the palace gate, they walked side by side because they were on the same road. Thinking of what happened in the palace just now, Mo Ziyan slightly turned his head and looked at Jingmingtai with a calm expression mild.

"Slander? You overestimate yourself, I'm not interested in you." It's just that I can't see you being too complacent.

"So, I think too much." Lips hooked into a chuckle, the gentle smile reflected in those charming peach eyes, really intoxicating.

"However, senior brother, I didn't lie!" Jing Mingtai slowly approached Mo Ziyan, sniffed his fair neck a few times, "It really smells good."

"Then I would like to thank senior brother for your praise! I have something to do, so I will leave first." Mo Ziyan's charming narrow peach blossom eyes dimmed slightly, displeased with his move, he hated others getting too close to him.

As soon as Mo Ziyan left, Jing Mingtai Lang Yi's sunny smile also disappeared, and there was no emotion in his dark eyes.

On Luoxia Peak, above the peak, there is a deep abyss, with layers of clouds and mist below, endless, this is Fengya.

It is rumored that there is no land under Fengya, let alone living beings. It is the boundary of the region, leading to the underworld, and no one who fell off the cliff or tried it survived.

When the sunset was approaching, a slender man dressed in green clothes stood on the edge of the maple cliff. The wind on the top of the mountain was very refreshing, and the corners of the man's clothes were blown up slightly, and his blue hair fluttered with the wind, as if falling into the sky. The mortal fairy.

"Ah Wu, just wait for the sun to set. It must be beautiful to watch the sunset on this Luoxia Peak." Mo Ziyan stood upright, with a few smiles in his eyes.

After Mo Ziyan's words fell, another figure appeared beside Mo Ziyan out of thin air. Under the silver-white gorgeous robe was a man with a world-renowned appearance and indifferent eyes.

"Is there any feeling here?" Mo Ziyan looked at the man who appeared.

Ah Wu glanced coldly at the beautiful sunset peak, "Nothing." So what about Zaimei?It was never where he wanted to go.

"I'll always find it." Mo Ziyan raised the corners of his eyes and curled his lips slightly, he was a bit evil, his smile was very eye-catching, it was clearly the same face, but the person at this time was completely different from the person just now, One is warm and the other is evil.

"En." He said softly, and there seemed to be too many inexplicable emotions mixed in that cold tone.

"By the way, I have a competition after one month, and I must take the first place. Ah Wuke can guide me to one or two?"

"You said."

"As we all know, the wood element is gentle and has low attack power. How should I use this wood element!" Mo Ziyan said that the headache is because of this point. If he knew that there would be a need later, he would choose an attribute with strong attack power to put it in. It's on the bright side.

"Don't think in a pattern, everything has a cause, and every attribute can display a fatal move, it depends on how you think about it." Ah Wu's voice was cold and indifferent, very ethereal.

"Wood can heal, defend, and attack." Mo Ziyan did not speak, but was quietly thinking about the meaning of his words.

"I remember Ah Wu once told me that you are nothing more than a remnant of consciousness, not even a soul." After thinking for a while, Mo Ziyan looked up at Ah Wu.

"That's right. I'm just a wisp of consciousness that may dissipate at any time. Maybe it's because I was too obsessed in my lifetime that kept me lingering in this world." Ah Wu didn't have any emotions about his own affairs either, he He just looked up at the distant sky with empty eyes.

"Even you have obsessions..." Wouldn't it be even more unbearable for those struggling in the world!Mo Ziyan smiled.

"For all things in the world, those with spirits have obsessions, whether they are light or heavy."

"I thought immortals had no feelings."

"You think... I'm a fairy...?"

"Isn't it?" If you are not an immortal, then is there anyone else who can be called an immortal?

"I forgot... I forgot all of them." The voice was clear and faint.

"It doesn't matter, there will be a day when I will remember it." Mo Ziyan replied with a comforting chuckle, and his familiar words became a prophecy. That man like a banished fairy will remember everything one day, and it will be the cause of everything. beginning.