"Ah sneeze" Mo Yi sneezed, waking up a group of incredible spectators.
Mo Yi rubbed his nose, came to Mo Qianfeng's side, and said with a smile: "Old Taoist, I'm not wrong, they are just kids fighting, they have no technical content at all, and they still fight so hard. To be honest, they are still fighting.
It’s not as comfortable as sleeping.”
Mo Qianfeng looked at this freak and said.
Ding Muyang didn't have the proud expression of his apprentice's victory. Instead, he asked Mo Yi in great surprise and confusion: "Boy Mo, how did you see the changes in their sword moves?"
Mo Yi raised his head, thought for a moment, and then asked Mo Qianfeng: "Old Taoist, should I be in charge of you or this guy?" [
Mo Qianfeng came back to his senses and said: "You are my disciple, and I am the headmaster of Xianyun Tao. Of course, you can only be under my control. No one can control you except me."
After hearing this, Mo Yi's face lit up, and he said to Ding Muyang with his nostrils turned upward: "You heard that, smelly Taoist priest, I'm under the control of the old Taoist, it has nothing to do with you. If you want to ask me how to tell, I won't tell you, and I'm too lazy to care about you.
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Such arrogance and irritation made Ding Muyang a little nervous, but before he could get angry, Mo Yi spoke proudly again.
"I just said that their performance was poor, and you and I made a bet. Even I can understand every move they make. They are just like children juggling. Especially the one in blue, who is trying his best to pretend that he wants to play tricks.
It's cool, but I didn't expect it to be unattractive at all. What's not bad about it? If it is, should you apologize to me?"
At this time, Xiao Ao walked down the ring with a puzzled look on his face and came to Ding Muyang's side. Seeing that his master was not only not happy, but trembling with anger, he was even more puzzled: "Master, what happened?
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Ding Muyang looked at Xiao Ao, who had a concerned look on his face, and felt a little relieved, but when he looked at Mo Yi, who was looking at him innocently with his big eyes, his anger gradually rose up, and he fiercely faced Mo Qian, who was snickering.
Feng said: "I hope you can still laugh after March."
After saying that, he didn't care about Xiao Ao and the other disciples, threw down his sleeves and turned around to leave.
Seeing Ding Muyang turn and leave, Mo Yi softly scorned: "You lost the bet, you are a stinky Taoist priest with no character."
Although his voice was relatively soft, Ding Muyang was so accomplished that he could hear every word of this sentence clearly.
He was so angry that he vomited blood. He really wanted to turn around and tear this bastard boy apart. No, he had to leave quickly. If he stayed for a second longer, he would feel that he would lose control at any time.
A disciple from the Cangshan lineage came to the confused Xiao Ao and talked about what happened just now. Only then did Xiao Ao realize that he had become a stepping stone for this little beggar and a clown, and all the limelight was taken away from him.
He snatched it away.
He looked at Mo Yi with hatred, and then angrily led the Cangshan disciples to follow Ding Muyang and left. He swore in his heart that when the March Competition came, he would do it even more ruthlessly in front of all the Xianyun Dao masters and disciples.
Only by abusing his Luoshan disciples can he vent today's humiliation.
How could Mo Yi, who looked at Cangshan's lineage with hatred, as a thousand-year-old monster, take it into his heart and smile with such carefreeness that the Luoshan disciples admired him endlessly. Many female disciples even came forward to touch him.
With my little hands, I pinched my cheeks and had a lot of fun.
Poor thousand-year-old man, it was his first time being teased by a woman, or many women, which made his tender face turn red with embarrassment.
"Okay, do whatever you have to do. Mo Yi, come with me."
Mo Yi struggled to escape from the over-enthusiastic pink claws. No wonder she once said that women are not easy to mess with. The more beautiful a woman is, the harder it is to mess with, so she asked him to stay away from those women as much as possible.
As expected, it was really unbearable. I had never experienced such a battle in thousands of years, and it was quite common for me to be chased from behind by a woman holding a sword.
Mo Yi walked with Lao Tao for a long time until he entered a room that looked like a study. There was copywriting, paper and pens on the desk, and bookshelves around with various books. It seemed that this was the place where Lao Tao used to cultivate his sentiments.
Mo Qianfeng asked with a smile: "Disciple, your performance on the school field just now shocked everyone, and you really helped my master. However, I am also very curious, how did you see through the weaknesses and weaknesses of their moves?
Trajectory?"[
"I have lived for a thousand years, and I have never seen anything. Not to mention the younger generation, even you, the older generation, I can give you some advice." Of course, I can only say this in my heart, as long as Mo Yi doesn't suddenly become nervous.
A weak person will definitely not answer like this
Mo Yi smiled: "I answered, what's the reward?"
Mo Qianfeng stared and felt a little migraine: "You know the benefits, but who taught you to be so realistic?"
Mo Yi remained silent for a long time.
Big eyes looked at small eyes. After a while, Mo Qianfeng sighed: "What benefits do you want?"
Mo Yi said proudly: "My father said that if a man is born in this world, if he is not free, he would rather die."
"What, freedom?" Mo Qianfeng stared blankly, and said with a dumb smile: "You are a little kid who knows what freedom is, but at your age and when you are the most free and easy, my teacher promised you not to interfere too much.
OK?"
Mo Yi nodded hastily. With free space, he was confident enough to hide his secret.
Mo Yi said in a very natural tone: "Old Taoist, it's actually not a secret that I saw through their skills today. It's just because I was hunted down by my father since I was a child. I saw him kill a lot of people. I saw too many people.
Those people were fighting each other, and it was a life-threatening battle. It was exciting, with heads and blood flying all over the place. I believe that if you had seen it too much, you would definitely not be interested in such a soft competition like today."
Mo Qian was stunned, and then said after a while: "You kid, you are really suffering. No wonder, I am used to seeing the flash of swords, such a battle is really not worth mentioning. I think back then, when I was laying the foundation for Xianyun Dao, it was the same
I experience life and death every day, and when I look back now, it feels like a lifetime ago. Time is not forgiving."
"Old Taoist, what are the benefits of being your apprentice? My body is in a mess right now. How about you give me more magic elixirs or elixirs so that I can have some strength?"
The old Taoist felt very unhappy when someone interrupted his recollection, and then he was asked for favors so nakedly by Mo Yi. His headache became even worse: "How did your father teach you? He taught you such a philistine, and you are just getting started.
I just want this and that, even the magical elixirs and elixirs, which I don’t think I have enough for myself. If you want it, wait until you perform well in the future."
Mo Yi's eyes lit up, he glanced at his lips and said, "Old Taoist, you really have a magical elixir. Don't look at me as a young person, but I never take advantage of others. My father has said since he was a child, you have to pay for what you want. I
How about I exchange something with you?"
"You are not old, but your tone is not small." Mo Qianfeng was very angry at Mo Yi's words, and said: "Tell me, what do you give me in exchange for my magic elixir?"
"Well, this is naturally what you need most, Taoist priest. Just now in the school grounds, that smelly Taoist priest mentioned something about the March Competition, and seemed to bet on something more important. Seeing that you are quite worried, there should be no good solution.
If I can help you win this competition, will it be enough to exchange for your elixir?"
Mo Qianfeng's eyes condensed and he looked at Mo Yi several times. The March Competition was indeed a pain for him. Every thirty years, Xianyun Dao would hold a competition for the younger generation. Only young disciples under the age of fifty were allowed to participate.
, the winning lineage can get the right to use Tianling Cave for thirty years.
Tianling Cave is a secret realm of Xianyun Dao. The spiritual energy is nearly five times more abundant than outside. However, it cannot withstand too many disciples entering, so the right to enter is determined through a competition every time.
Although such a secret realm has been used by Xuan-level powerhouses like Mo Qianfeng, it still has a great promotion effect on the fourth-level powerhouses in the universe. Whether it is a sect or a lineage, it requires strong people to support it. Without
Support by the strong is doomed to decline.
Mo Qianfeng belatedly asked: "Disciple, do you really have a way to help me win the competition?"
Mo Yi is silent
Now there is no need to look at each other anymore. Knowing that this apprentice is just a philistine who can't see the rabbit but not the hawk, Mo Qianfeng continued: "As long as you can do what you said, I will not be stingy with the magic elixir and elixir.
That’s enough for you.”
Mo Yi's face was full of smiles, and his eyebrows were bent in laughter.[
After that, the two masters and apprentices talked for a while, and Mo Yi walked out of the study. Not long after, an outer disciple found Mo Yi who was wandering around.
Mo Yi directed the first follower, outer disciple Xuan Cao, all the way to the library of Xianyundao.
It wasn't until more than half a day later that Mo Yi continued to take the awkward-looking Mo Ye steps and arrived at the residence in three steps.
As a disciple of the headmaster, you have a large separate courtyard, and have servants to take care of your daily life. All you need are these disciples to concentrate on their cultivation, which is the right path.
After arriving in his room, Mo Yi completely relaxed. Only then did he have the opportunity to appreciate the specific and subtle changes in his body and summarize some of the things he had seen and learned today.
First of all, what he cared about most was his own body. He unzipped his tattered pants and found that the most important part was as soft and small as an earthworm. He couldn't help but poop a few times.
Hey, the renovation is so thorough, this place has also been renovated. Mo Yi lamented.
But then, he was completely shocked. He was surprised to find that his bone age had also been modified, and he truly belonged to Shota's bone age of thirteen years old.
In the monastic world, there is a technique to change one's appearance, but I have never heard of a technique to change the origin of one's bone age.
This is equivalent to reversing time, which is unbelievable.
In the Lantian Realm, the top-level heaven-level experts can generally live for 1,500 years. If they do not ascend and achieve breakthroughs, they will surely die when the limit is reached. But once the origin of bone age changes, they can live for another 1,500 years.
A hundred years later, this news spread, it was so shocking that any strong person who heard it would kill madly.
It's just that this kind of change requires the help of horrific catastrophes and a lot of vitality to be exchanged for all the pain. Mo Yi shudders when he thinks of that kind of pain, and doesn't want to experience it again.
Mo Yi also gained a lot from the library.
Haoran World, the name of this new planet, has an area dozens of times larger than the Lan Tianjie where he was before. It is an intermediate planet. The purity of the spiritual energy here is about ten times that of Lan Tianjie. The level division is still based on the Xuanhuang of Heaven and Earth.
, the eight levels of the universe.
Mo Yi was the pinnacle heaven-level expert in the Lan Tian Realm, and with his peak strength at that time, he could be equal to an earth-level expert in the Haoran Realm, which means his strength was one level higher than his current master Mo Qianfeng.
class.
More than 90% of the meridians in the body are blocked, and the absorbed spiritual energy is wasted far more than can be used.
Mo Yi thought of the time when he was an inconspicuous casual cultivator in Lan Tianjie, trying to satisfy the huge spiritual energy required for Taoist cultivation, and using his brains to deceive and deceive others. He really missed it.
At that time, she was severely cheated by him, and many stories happened between the two of them, and he joined her sect.
But her sect betrayed Mo Yi when Mo Yi's powerful enemy arrived. In the end, Mo Yi left and she died.
Twenty years later, Mo Yi reappeared, killing all the enemies he had attacked at that time, and even her sect. He built a cave next to her grave and has been smiling at her for hundreds of years.
Cry to her until a long, long time later.
From then on, Mo Yi did not believe in promises easily. He only valued strength and interests.
To repair your own meridians and regain your strength, you cannot do without spiritual stones and elixirs, but if you want to obtain them in large quantities and reasonably, you have to help the old Taoist win this competition. How to win must be considered.