"Old Taoist, what are they doing? What are they doing running around on that platform?"
Mo Qianfeng's eyes widened: "You agree to join my sect and become my disciple?"
Mo Yi nodded and said in a cute voice: "My father said that if he didn't object, he would acquiesce. I didn't object to you, so naturally I acquiesced that you are my master."
"Well, since I am your master, you can't call me Lao Tao. You should call me master to be polite. Do you understand?"
"But, my father has taught me this since I was a child. Masters like Lao Tao are either called Lao Tao, or they are stinky Taoist priests, or they are old bastards who never die. They have never taught me to call others master." Mo.
The circles under my eyes were red, and I felt like I was about to cry, as if I had been wronged a lot.[
Mo Qianfeng really couldn't figure out what kind of father would teach his children to address people like this. He opened his lips slightly to say something, but in the end he held it back and said reluctantly: "Okay, compared to other titles, you should address them first."
I'm an expert, master, just call when you want to."
Mo Yi's clouds suddenly cleared up. He nodded obediently and asked, "What are they doing on that stage, old man?"
Mo Qianfeng looked at the stage with a worried expression, Lin Yun, who was wandering around looking for opportunities, and Xiao Ao, who stood proudly and motionless in all directions, and said softly: "They are competing in martial arts, to see who is stronger.
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Mo Yi tilted his head, thought for a while and said: "Then why don't they start fighting? Aren't they tired from walking around?"
Before Mo Qianfeng could answer, Mo Yi suddenly slapped him and laughed: "The fight started, finally the fight started, chop off his head, yes, pierce his heart with a sword, kick him in the balls quickly, oh, what a pity."
Mo Qianfeng and Ding Muyang on the side heard a black line.
Ding Muyang asked with a straight face: "Brother Mo, where are you from? Why do you speak so fiercely?"
Mo Yi timidly hid behind Mo Qianfeng and said uneasily: "In those years, many people chased me and my father, and then they fought like this. Sometimes their heads were flying in the sky, and sometimes their arms and legs were flying.
When next to me, I feel numb. Every time my father kills someone, I feel numb.
He would tell me, 'Mo Yi, if you don't want to be bullied by others, you have to be more ruthless, or chop off his head with a sword, or if that doesn't work, pierce his heart with a sword. If you still can't do it, then find a way.
Kick his balls, then others will be afraid of you and not dare to bully you.'"
A gust of autumn wind blew by, bringing with it a hint of coolness. A cruel person like Ding Muyang felt a little goosebumps, while Mo Qianfeng frowned deeply, considering for the first time whether it was really appropriate to accept this disciple.
Mo Qianfeng thought for a moment and scolded: "When you enter my Immortal Cloud Dao, you must not kill any living beings indiscriminately. As my disciple, you must remember this even more, you know? Now watch your senior brothers carefully and learn more."
Mo Yi hummed slightly.
Mo Qianfeng and Ding Muyang were both nervously paying attention to the battle on the ring. This was already the last battle between the two veins. Although Ding Muyang was very confident, there were always surprises on the ring.
He couldn't help but envy Ding Muyang for being able to find such an outstanding talent. He also knew the news that he brought the ordinary-looking Xiao Ao back to Xianyun Road ten years ago. He didn't expect that Xiao Ao would grow up to be like this ten years later.
At this point, Luoshan is unstoppable. Is there really no hope for Dabi?
"Huh, huh..." A light snoring sound reached the ears of the depressed Mo Qianfeng, and he couldn't help but get angry. It was so disrespectful that someone dared to fall asleep at such a moment.
Mo Qianfeng followed the source of the sound and turned around. Mo Yi was standing slightly swaying, with his eyes closed and saliva starting to flow from the corners of his mouth. The slight snoring sound came from him. Looking at him smiling, he seemed to be dreaming.
What a funny thing.
Mo Qianfeng didn't know how many times he had struggled with the new disciple he had accepted today. However, he was born with Taoism. Even if he was not good at all, he had to endure it for the sake of the future of Xianyun Tao.
Although Mo Qianfeng could tolerate him staying, it didn't mean that he would pamper him.
He decided to educate this lazy child well and asked: "Mo Yi, what are you doing?"
Ding Muyang sneered: "What else can you do, of course, sleep. In front of two elders and many fellow disciples, you dare to sleep openly. You, the disciple, are so uneducated. It is really a shame to our Immortal Cloud Dao."
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Mo Yi was awakened by the thunderous roar. He rubbed his confused eyes with both hands. When he opened his eyes, he saw the livid old Taoist, Ding Muyang with a smirk on his face, and others who looked at him with strange eyes and suppressed their laughter.
A fellow disciple said with a confused expression: "Old Taoist, you called me just now? What's the matter?"
Mo Qianfeng was extremely angry and laughed back: "What did I ask you to do? I asked you to watch my senior brother compete, why did you sleep with me?"
Mo Yi said innocently: "I ran around with my father and rarely slept, so I felt sleepy. And..."
Mo Qianfeng asked: "And what? Tell me!"
Mo Yi yawned: "And the senior brothers are really bad at playing, with no technical content at all. It's really boring, so it's better to sleep."
"Oh..." Mo Qianfeng was stunned
"Boy Mo, do you know what you are talking about? You dare to say that they are very poor and have no technical content. Do you need discipline?" Ding Muyang was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, screaming and scolding, but he dared to say
His most proud disciple, Xiao Ao, is terrible. Isn't this a direct slap in his face?
I really didn't expect Mo Yi to give such an answer. Mo Qianfeng felt a headache again, but Mo Yi looked like a child, so he couldn't hold his face and scolded him in pain: "Mo Yi, you can't be so polite, you are
Junior brother, you must respect your master and fellow disciples."
Mo Yi pouted and reluctantly said, "I understand."
Ding Muyang saw Mo Yi's unwilling expression and was very angry. He said angrily: "Boy Mo, please tell me how bad the senior brothers in the ring are. Tell me one, two, three, four, five."
I will let you go. If you can't tell me, don't blame me, Master, for not giving you a lesson."
Mo Yi looked at Mo Qianfeng weakly and said aggrievedly: "Old Taoist, didn't you say you won't let others bully me? Now someone is blocking your face and saying they want to teach me a lesson, will you protect me?"
Mo Qianfeng was choked by Mo Yi's words, coughed suddenly, and said with a straight face: "Don't worry, no one dares to teach you a lesson in front of Master, and your Uncle Ding is just joking with you. But you did say
It's a bit too much, Master, I don't care, but you still need to apologize to Uncle Ding."
Mo Yi looked at Ding Muyang with wide eyes curiously: "The old Taoist said that I did something wrong and I want to apologize to you. So if I didn't say it wrong and you were wrong, do you also want to apologize to me?"
Eyeballs everywhere were startled by Mo Yi's words. Everyone's eyes turned from Mo Yi to Ding Muyang, expecting his answer.
Ding Muyang was extremely angry, no one had ever dared to talk to him like this, but the person he was talking to was just a child, and being too fussy about it would make him even more embarrassed, especially now that many onlookers were looking at him, and he felt that he couldn't keep his face.
Ding Muyang felt cruel in his heart and said angrily: "As long as you can tell why they are so bad, it doesn't hurt to apologize to you. But if you can't tell, don't blame Uncle Master for being cruel. Just go to Siguoya and stay for me."
moon."
Mo Qianfeng's face sank: "Elder Ding's words are too serious. He is only a child. How can he endure the harsh environment of Siguo Cliff? If you mention this matter again, you will lose the face of your uncle."
He pulled down Mo Qianfeng's sleeve and said sweetly: "Old Dao, it doesn't matter. Let's talk about our side and let him apologize."
Ding Muyang pointed at Mo Yi with his index finger, trembling slightly and showing great anger: "Headmaster Mo, this is your disciple who has been provoking me. You tell me what's wrong with them now, or I will punish you severely.
This little guy doesn’t understand dignity.”
Mo Yi stepped out of the queue and walked forward slowly, with his head held high and his chest straight, his eyes looking directly at the ring with a solemn expression. He stretched out a hand and pointed at the ring, quite wanting to point out the country.
Unexpectedly, the little face with a little baby fat, coupled with the white skin, combined with the tattered, burnt, black and ill-fitting clothes, is really as weird as possible.
Because the movement on Mo Yi's side greatly aroused the gossip spirit of many disciples, at least half of the disciples turned their eyes from the ring to this young junior who dared to make such arrogant words.[
Mo Yi stood up straight, with his left hand on his waist and his right hand pointing at the ring. With a small face, he began to give instructions very seriously: "The man in Tsing Yi should use his sword to strike three points diagonally, and then cut off Lan Yi's throat."
"Lan Yi was about to dodge to the left, and quickly changed his move to throw back the carbine, but he missed it."
"The phantom in blue at the back is real. Don't kill the one in front, you idiot."
Everyone was in an uproar. They discovered that every word Mo Yi said was directed at the flaws of Xiao Ao in blue. Especially the first sentence he spoke made Lao Dao and Ding Muyang sweat dripping.
They secretly imagined what Mo Yi said, and the arrogant Xiao Ao showed a flaw without realizing it. Lin Yunjian in blue took a wrong turn and seemingly accidentally hit his flaw.
It's unimaginable, it's too cruel.
The last two sentences showed that Mo Yi had a very high vision. Lin Yun could not discern the illusions and trajectories in Xiao Ao's movement, but the young boy had the insight to spot them and hit them every time.
The two of them were in shock. When they were thinking about Mo Yi, a freak, they suddenly heard Mo Yi sigh: "Qing Yi, this idiot, missed so many good opportunities. Lan Yi is even more of a pretender. He is obviously very powerful, and deliberately
If you are teasing Qing Yi in secret, you will kill yourself sooner or later."
"Hey, poor Qing Yi, I didn't see the real flaw. Lan Yi sold a fake loophole and you went in. If you stab Lan Yi's chest with your sword again, your head will be in danger." Mo Yi looked sad.
Unfortunate and angry expression.
When everyone heard Mo Yi's words, they immediately turned all their eyes to the ring to see if Mo Yi could really win again.
In the arena, Lin Yun, who had been unable to attack for a long time, began to get frustrated. Suddenly he saw a loophole. Xiao Ao, who had been defending for a long time, seemed to be exhausted.
's pause.
Lin Yun's eyes lit up, and he and his sword instantly merged into one, and he struck directly at Huanglong with one move, directly attacking Xiao Ao's chest. Like a powerful force, he immediately broke into Xiao Ao's tight defensive circle.
Xiao Ao saw Lin Yun's sword body and sprinted over without any reservation, with a contemptuous sneer on his lips. Just when Lin Yun's sword body was about to touch his body, his body suddenly twisted into a strange arc, and his sword was like a sword.
The long-lasting poisonous snake entangled itself with Lin Yun's sword light, and after a cold sword energy, the two of them passed each other.
Lin Yun had a long sword mark from his shoulder to his ear, blood was flowing out, and half of his hair was cut off. If it hadn't been for the rule that you can only injure but not kill people in a competition, I believe Lin Yun would not have been able to save his life.
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Xiao Ao held up the sword with blood dripping on it and looked at the audience with a proud face, waiting for everyone's admiration and cheers.
However, he was disappointed. Even his most supportive fans were silent. All of their eyes were turned to a young man who looked like a beggar. Shouldn't the shock and admiration in their eyes be directed at him?
?Why are you facing this little kid? What happened under the ring just now?