Chapter 91 Tongyanwuji

Ba Mansion, in the courtyard.

When Mo Chengjun came to find him, Baling'er was giving lessons in swordsmanship to Xiao Rui'er. The eight-year-old girl was no longer short, and she waved the wooden sword in her hand with great concentration and seriousness.

Even when Mo Chengjun arrived, she didn't notice it, as if she was completely immersed in the world of swordsmanship.

This kind of concentration is very valuable.

Of course, compared to his daughter's seriousness, her old father was absent-minded. When he saw Mo Chengjun for the first time, he showed a weird smile.

Before he could get closer, he grinned and said, "Oh, isn't this my junior brother Mo? The spring breeze is so proud that the horse's hoofs are so fast!

But why are you so sad?"

Mo Chengjun was startled for a moment, looked at the other party strangely, and said, "What's wrong with you? You talk so weirdly?"

Baling'er chuckled: "I'm so yin and yang, why don't you talk about yourself? Tell me, what good things have you done?"

Mo Chengjun didn't understand even more: "What good thing have I done? What can I do?"

He gained momentum and glared: "Ba Ling'er, if you don't make it clear, I'm not done with you, believe it or not?"

Baling'er was also stunned and said, "What did you do at noon today?"

"What did I do? Oh, then who, Fairy Ruoli came to see me? What happened?"

"What else happened? The whole inner sect has spread the news that you and Fairy Ruoli love each other, and it was confirmed today."

"Cough cough cough..."

Mo Chengjun almost choked to death. He looked at Balinger speechlessly and asked: "What is all this? Fairy Ruoli has something to do with me, what nonsense are you spreading?

and……"

Mo Chengjun stared at Baling'er and asked: "What's going on with me, you don't know? I'm familiar with Fairy Ruoli, but you don't know?"

She came to see me when she had something to do, and we met at the Zangfa Building, so what?"

Baling'er tilted his head, thought for a while, and said: "It seems like it's really nothing!

However, who calls that person Fairy Ruoli?

He is as cold as ice and keeps others away from thousands of miles away, but he is also noble and powerful.

Before that, not to mention that she took the initiative to talk to someone, there were not even many men, no, males within three meters of her!"

"So cold?"

Mo Chengjun said that he really didn't know, but after realizing it, he became anxious again: "Then you can't spread rumors?"

Baling'er immediately shook his head: "Rumors? Who spread rumors? When did I spread rumors?

It's just that you were talking in the Tibetan Dharma Building and then left together, causing many people to speculate. It's nothing! It's nothing!"

I believe you as a ghost!

Mo Chengjun didn't want to get involved in this topic anymore, he said directly: "Then do you want to know why Fairy Ruoli came to me?"

Mo Chengjun's words made Baling'er prick up his ears. His eyes lit up, his heart of gossip burned, and he asked: "Can I know?"

Mo Chengjun smiled and said: "Of course!"

Baling'er asked: "What do you think?"

"She came here to ask for my help. She wanted me to study it and see if I could develop one or two magical powers of swordsmanship.

You also know that she has been stuck at the ultimate level of sword intent for a long time."

Mo Chengjun said it seriously, but Balinger shook his head after hearing it, as if he was disappointed because he didn't hear any real gossip.

However, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Mo Chengjun, his eyes straightened.

"You want to study the magical power of swordsmanship?"

"That's the idea."

Baling'er rushed forward, hugged Mo Chengjun's arm, and immediately shouted: "Brother, no, big brother, how about you take a look at me?

This body, this sword intention, and this magic power are all new.

Do you need a test subject?

I volunteered myself. I can use it as I please, as long as I don't die. I just need to teach me step by step how to get started with magical powers. It doesn't take much, just one skill is enough.

I don’t have to choose between the four magical powers of swordsmanship, any one will do?”

"..."

Mo Chengjun had goosebumps. He shook her twice but didn't shake her away. He could only say, "Is your daughter watching?"

As a father, can you save some face for yourself?"

Baling'er turned around and saw that his daughter had stopped practicing her sword and was looking at her godfather and biological father with a slightly confused expression.

However, something unexpected happened to Mo Chengjun. Balinger tilted his head and said, "Xiao Rui'er, come on, think about what I taught you before?"

Xiao Rui'er seemed to have remembered something, her eyes lit up, and she immediately jumped forward and directly hugged one of Mo Chengjun's thighs, using her hands and feet together to hold it tightly.

Then, she raised her head, looked at Mo Chengjun with her big watery eyes, and called out sweetly: "Godfather?"

That little person, that pure water-like eyes, that tender childish voice, just saying "godfather" completely made Mo Chengjun fall under his spell.

He glared at Baling'er and said angrily: "Tell me, what nonsense did you teach her?"

Baling'er licked her face and didn't take it seriously at all: "You haven't used this trick on anyone else. Aren't you her godfather?"

"..."

Mo Chengjun had the urge to scold his mother. He felt that Baling'er's painting style seemed to be facing a strange direction now and was gone forever.

He used some strength to shake Baling'er away with a shake of his hand, then stepped up and held Xiao Rui'er in his arms.

To the little girl, he said earnestly: "You, don't listen to your father's fallacies. How can a good little girl have to be a arrogant little princess in the future?"

Ba Nichang was so unconcerned that she said seriously: "But you are my godfather? Isn't it natural for me to act like a baby to you?"

Mo Chengjun slapped his head, shook his head, turned back, glared at Baling'er fiercely, and said: "I want to study sword intent, but you know the situation, I don't dare to say that this subject can be achieved."

What a gain.

So, if you are willing to help, do you have to be mentally prepared to fail?"

Baling'er didn't care: "It doesn't matter whether it succeeds or not, the important thing is to participate. I understand, I understand.

Moreover, you have to have confidence in yourself.

Tell me who you are?"

Before Mo Chengjun could speak again, Baling'er quickly said: "You are the creative master of the Galaxy Sword Sect. I have never failed in what you want to do.

So, brother, have faith!

You must believe in yourself!

You are the best!"

Balinger showed that he believed in himself more than Mo Chengjun.

In fact, this is true for him, because now, he has never seen any of Mo Chengjun's scientific research projects fail.

What's more, what he has produced is so amazing, and his resume is so brilliant, especially since he has seen it all, so he naturally has confidence.

However, when Mo Chengjun changed his mind, his face trembled and he almost cursed.

Your uncle, these chicken soups are what I usually use in class.

How dare you turn it around on me?

Suppressing his anger, Mo Chengjun said again: "This wave, I need to observe more people.

So, these contribution points and spiritual stones are probably not worth much?"

This is a rare stingy move from Mo Chengjun.

But there's nothing I can do about it. Although he doesn't do tasks, he still has income from teaching, so he really can't just sit there and have nothing.

But he is used to spending money lavishly, and he has invested so much in scientific research that he has spent too much in the past two years.

By the time he reacted, there were not many contribution points and spiritual stones left in his hand.

only……

Baling'er waved his hand and glared: "Contribution points? Spiritual stones? Who dares to accept these?

With your current reputation, would you believe it if you went out and said that you want to study the magical power of swordsmanship and need some assistants?

People lining up can go from here to the foot of the mountain!

Contribution points? Spiritual stones?

You still want to give it to others!

Let me tell you, if you are willing, we can charge directly for everyone who can join your research plan.

As long as it's not too exaggerated and people rush to take care of it, it's the same as starting a class on Sadhana."

Mo Chengjun's eyes changed when he looked at Baling'er.

Damn it, I didn’t realize that you actually have the potential to be a black-hearted capitalist?

Did I make a careless friend?

"Ahem, I'd better not use this. It's a bit too much. I wish you could help me."

When he said this, Mo Chengjun also set a flag for himself - I do still have a conscience, unlike some people.

"It's up to you, what do you say?" Baling'er looked eager: "What about now?"

Mo Chengjun had no choice but to say: "Then I'll leave it to you to recruit people. It doesn't matter whether they are inner or outer sects, or true elders, as long as they have mastered sword intent.

As for the number of people?

The more the merrier in the first stage, I mainly need to test and collect data on various aspects of Sword Intent, and actually observe and analyze it."

"I will handle it!"

Baling'er slapped her chest loudly and asked, "Then when do you think it's appropriate to start?"

Mo Chengjun thought for a moment and said, "Of course the faster the better?"

"Come on!"

Baling'er agreed, and saw him spitting out his sword, a sword rainbow surrounding his body, and then soaring into the sky. He was so fast that he disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

This, the faster the better!

Only the two people in the small courtyard, one large and one small, were left watching his retreating back and then looking at each other.

Xiao Rui'er said: "Daddy, is this really fast?"

Mo Chengjun: "It's really too fast!"

"So, the godfather's matter is urgent?"

"Well, it's actually not too urgent!"

"Then why did daddy seem to be in a hurry and fly away without even talking to Rui'er?"

"My godfather is not in a hurry, but your father is.

Sword cultivator, who can refuse the magical power of swordsmanship?"

Mo Chengjun sighed, then smiled and said to Xiao Rui'er: "Your father is gone, can you teach me how to practice swordsmanship?"

Xiao Rui'er turned her face away: "No, godfather, your sword is very bad?"

"Who? Who said that?"

"My dad, every time you teach Rui'er to practice swordsmanship, dad has to nag you for a long time after he comes home.

My godfather’s sword skills are only a little bit better than Brother Xue’s, really just a little bit better than Brother Xue, that’s all.”

As she said that, Xiao Rui'er made some gestures, took out her little hand, and pinched the nail cap of her little finger with her thumb to compare.

What's even more amazing is that the little guy seemed to feel it was inappropriate after comparing, and pushed the position forward.

Mo Chengjun's smile froze.

Looking at the innocent little girl, he could only suppress his anger in his heart and tell himself, childish words are unbridled, childish words are unbridled!

With this thought in mind, he raised his head again, his eyes following the direction Baling'er left, his eyes cold and cold.

Haha, little guy, you dare to say bad things about me behind my back?

This time I’m studying sword intention. If I don’t make you cry for father and mother, I won’t call you Mo Chengjun!

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