Chapter 3427 What Should I Do if the Apprentice Always Wants to Deceive the Teacher (14)
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Standing there quietly and indifferently waiting for people.
When Mu Ci walked over from a distance, he saw such a figure. The feeling was a little different from what he saw in the mirror image. For some reason, he felt as if he was gently scratched by a cat's paw. No pain, just a slight itchiness.
This time, he seriously recalled what his junior brother had said before.
Don't give the impression of being too loose.
The first time we met, it wasn't very good.
Um.
It makes sense.
Mu Ci thought about it for a while, he usually looked at those disciples of Xuan Qingzong who were as gentle as jade, but now it really tastes like that, it is the slightly raised Danfeng eyes that destroy the harmlessness of Wen Liang, it looks a bit The evil spirit that is not easy to provoke.
"Junior Sister."
He stepped forward and yelled with a smile, which was very natural and not blunt.
Hearing this junior sister unexpectedly, Jing Mo was slightly taken aback. She glanced at the person who came, it was the senior who had read the rules before but only said a few words.
She doesn't pay much attention to the outside world,
The impression I can have is only because of Mu Ci's temperament that is incompatible with other Xuanqingzong disciples.
The girl was dressed in white, cold and indifferent, with a beautiful face, like an ink painting, with a noble temperament.
After a pause, she nodded slightly.
I thought,
When we met, I called my junior sister,
Is it a disciple of Xuan Qingzong who knows him by himself, or is this senior simply acquainted by himself?
After Mu Ci saw the girl at close range, he suppressed the abnormal thoughts in his heart, kept his expression on his face, and said Wen Zheng: "Congratulations, Junior Sister."
"How did you feel about the first trial?" Mu Ci asked gently, "Is it difficult?"
If someone sees Mu Ci at this moment, tomorrow they will think that the senior brother must have been penetrated by someone or it has been a long time.
After all, let Muci talk to people with a gentle look...
Not realistic, to be precise, very unrealistic.
Jing Mo replied concisely: "It's okay."
Mu Ci hadn't taken the initiative to talk to anyone yet, and after pondering for a second or two, he asked again: "Do you have any ideas?"
Jing Mo was quiet, "Do you need to write down your experience during the trial?"
The girl's voice was the same as her own, clear and pleasant, like a mountain stream.
"No need." Mu Ci said quickly, with a smile in his eyes: "Just ask.
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"No."
Mu Ci took Jing Mo to the direction of the guest room, he licked his thin lips with the tip of his tongue, and lowered his voice: "Junior Sister... Is there any immortal king in Xuanqingzong who would like to worship?"
"No." Jing Mo came to Xuan Qingzong for nothing but to ask for immortality, and didn't pay much attention to other things.
Mu Ci groaned, and the corners of his lips deepened a little, "If you have this plan in the future, you can consider Mu Yuefeng."
It turned out that Xuan Qingzong's seniors were not only familiar with each other, but also very enthusiastic.
Jing Mo was not good at talking since she was a child, so she nodded her head to show that she knew it.
"If you have any problems in Xuanqingzong these days, you can come to me." Mu Ci smiled provocatively, with a bit of uncertainty, and other disciples felt that Mu Ci usually had to be serious when talking to female disciples Otherwise, it would be easy to lead others into mischief. He found a reasonable set of words for this behavior, "I am the senior brother who is in charge of your trials, and I must be responsible for my junior sister."
"Thank you." The girl said little and had a cold personality.
Mu Ci responded without changing his expression, "You're welcome, Junior Sister."
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It's good to call one junior sister at a time.
"I forgot to ask, what's the name of my junior sister." Mu Ci smiled lightly, and said naturally: "Get to know each other, I am Mu Ci. Mu of Chaomu, farewell Ci."
The setting sun did not reach the horizon, and the last pale golden afterglow fell on his smiling eyes, as if coated with a light layer of bright color.
That face is easy to lose one's mind, the girl turned her eyes sideways, and said in a low voice, with a clear voice: "Jing Mo."
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The mountain forest is huge and empty, with occasional birdsong, and the sunlight falling sparsely on the gaps in the branches and leaves, everything seems peaceful and quiet.
After a few seconds—
The sound of breaking through the sky suddenly sounded!
The space split in an instant, and two people appeared out of thin air!
Because Dianbai was leaning backwards when teleporting, it was the same when she grabbed Yu Chen and returned to the original place.
The skirts of the girl in red fluttered, and she landed on the top of the ancient tree from mid-air, half leaning there, while the young fairy was pressing on her body, her white clothes were like frost and snow.
The two fell on the tree together.
Ranbai lazily leaned against the tree, just looking at the fairy on her body, she hooked the red silk with one hand, and grabbed Yu Chen's waistband with the other, forcing him to lean over, and then smiled presumptuously and provocatively, very shamelessly Sincere apology: "Sorry, slippery."
Fragments of sunlight sprinkled in the woods and fell on the treetops, dancing with mottled light and shadows, and the shadows cast by the interlaced branches and leaves covered them, and the shadows were faintly leaking light.
Such a sudden change, such an intimate gesture.
It completely broke the precepts of Xianjun's practice for several years.
His body froze for a moment, propped on the girl's body, the snow-colored robes hung down like the frost of the moon, his girdle was dyed white and half pulled, a little loose, and a part of the cold, white wrist was wrapped around The red satin, placed on his body, had a strong impact on the color and luster, unexpectedly giving rise to an untimely secret, absurd ambiguity.
It is completely opposite to Xianjun's always solemn and quiet image.
And the girl just looked at him with a smile, like a bewitching demon.
The treetop was finally overwhelmed, unable to bear the weight of the two people and broke.
Accompanied by a crackling sound, the two of them fell down suddenly!
Yu Chen flipped his wrist and used a spell. The two separated in mid-air, and the speed of descent became stable until they fell to the ground safely.
He was a few steps away from Ranbai, the red silk on his wrists did not break, it entangled their wrists together and stretched them apart in mid-air.
The young Xianjun's eyes were cold, his eyelids were thin, and his pupils were dark. Those eyes should look down on all living beings from the top of a mountain, without any warmth. They were sharper when staring at the dyed white, and his tone was calm. Surprise contains a vast law: "I don't know etiquette."
Ranbai casually stood opposite Xianjun, she let the red silk be entangled, her voice was lazy and wicked: "Why don't Xianjun teach me?"
Yu Chen's thin lips were stretched into a straight line, and the curve from the chin to the neckline to the scapula was thin, like a beautiful bow. There was a snow-white rabbit nestled in his sleeve, trembling uneasy, Xianjun lowered his eyes, seemingly compassionate but ruthless, the end of his eyes outlined the arc of the breeze and the moon, and put the rabbit peacefully on the ground, the little rabbit trembled twice, folded its ears, and scurried away ran away.
Xianjun straightened up, holding his back with one hand, cold and proud and lonely, with his own strength of character, but out of tune with this world, the long sword flew out of the silver-white scabbard, and made a "Zheng--", sharp The blade slashed towards the silk satin in mid-air!