Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day

"Mo Jiao really lost?"

"Here, isn't Junior Brother Lin only a few days into his entry? He actually won..."

All the whispers of the disciples onlookers reached Mo Jiao's ears, and he stood there, silently looking at the sword he had been shot down, only to feel a roar in his head, and all the ridicule came overwhelming.

impossible! He never expected this result. It is clear that Lin Xu has just come to the upper repair world!

And that Fuyan...why can you see through his every move?

Mo Jiao's face was blue and white for a while, but he didn't move. However, Mu Chuihan picked up the wooden sword on the ground: "Young Master Mo, take the sword."

Mo Jiao subconsciously stretched out his hand to take the wooden sword that was handed over, and when he grabbed it, he realized why he had to pick up this broken sword again?

But the sword is in his hand, and now it will only be laughed at when thrown away. Mo Jiao can only pretend that he doesn't care.

At this time, Mu Chuihan sounded as if he didn't notice it, with a smile: "Since Young Master Mo has taken back this sword, can Lin Xu's spirit sword be given to us as well?"

Lin Xu also followed Mo Jiao, looking excited.

Mo Jiao felt that he was about to have a heart attack. I already felt ashamed of losing to this kid just now, and I forgot that I had to lose a spirit sword!

A mid-grade spiritual tool... If it was placed in the heyday of his family, it would be nothing, but now the Mo family has not produced a powerful cultivator for hundreds of years, and it bears the name of an aristocratic family.

A few days ago, I destroyed Jiansui by myself, but now I even have to go in with the spirit sword!

Sure enough, this smoke is a scourge.

Zhao Jia also saw that Mo Jiao was unwilling to hand over the spirit sword, so he said, "It's agreed that the two will compete, why can you still speak to this kid? It's unfair, and the stakes are not counted!"

Lin Xu looked at Mu Chuihan and smiled. It turned out that his roommate had dug the pit before and was waiting for the two to jump. He reminded Zhao Jia with a smile: "I made an appointment before the test. Senior Brother Zhao, you are not willing to help Senior Brother Mo. Are you going to stop Fuyan's mouth now?"

A few disciples who didn't think it was a big deal also nodded, "Yes, Junior Brother Fuyan and Senior Brother Mo have this agreement."

Zhao Jia said arrogantly: "But Senior Brother Mo has been using this spirit sword since he entered the school. A gentleman does not win people's love..."

Mu Chuihan interrupted: "I understand what Senior Brother Zhao said." He paused: "But a bet is a bet, if Lin Xu loses, I will find the Spirit Sword and give it to Young Master Mo even if I try my best. Now that Young Master Mo has not spoken, is Senior Brother Zhao going to deny it?"

The disciples burst into laughter.

"Junior Brother Zhao, let's go." Mo Jiao couldn't stay any longer, Zhao Jiayuan was not as sharp as this Fu Yanyao, and no matter how much he said, he could only be ashamed here. He took out the spirit sword, threw it casually in Lin Xu's direction, and left the Sword Academy without looking back.

"Ouch." Lin Xu was almost smashed by the thrown spirit sword, and hurriedly took it. He looked at the silver-white aura glowing around the spirit sword, and he couldn't believe it: "This really belongs to me?"

"Of course." Mu Chuihan smiled and said, "You don't need to earn Spirit Stones, you can do it in one step, are you happy?"

Lin Xu nodded again and again and grinned.

Mu Chuihan was actually quite surprised. He originally had the mentality of trying, but he did not expect that after a morning, Lin Xu was very skilled in implementing his instructions. Coupled with Mo Jiao's chaotic behavior, they really succeeded in being a white wolf with empty gloves.

He thought that he had to work hard to contact Suixing to send the sword here.

Although Mo Jiao's spirit sword was considered to be a mid-grade spirit weapon, Mu Chuihan could see that the spiritual power contained in it was close to the top-grade spirit, and its value was far superior to his red robe.

He patted Lin Xu's back with relief to show his encouragement: "Senior Brother Lin, keep going!"

It is best that Mo Jiao can come to the door again stupidly, and they will work harder to make money!

Mu Chuihan's abacus was very good, but it was a pity that Mo Jiao and Zhao Jia finally learned to behave well after this battle, and avoided the two of them in the Sword Academy.

Mo Jiao changed to another ordinary mid-grade spirit sword. Every time he saw Lin Xu swinging his sword in a majestic manner, he felt a fire in his heart and wanted to give up kendo.

Now all the disciples of the Sword Academy are very attentive to them, but Mu Chuihan is not interested in getting a spirit sword for himself, so he still uses the wooden sword to lead Lin Xu all day long.

Of course, he deliberately suppressed his swordsmanship, but what he showed did not look like a new disciple from the outer sect.

Fortunately, Lin Xu had not been in kendo for a long time, so he almost believed what Mu Chuihan said. I really thought that it was all due to Ting Yun-jun, and his roommate had such a level of comprehension.

So Mu Chuihan stayed lazily at the outer door every day. Except for accompanying Lin Xu to the swordsmanship class, he basically spent his free time wandering around, or sucking his family.

Oh, and go to the lobby to play cards every two days, and by the way, see if there are any quests that can meet his future Dao Companion.

But the two months have been almost empty-handed, like a cutscene.

Mu Chuihan was already used to it, and he planned to take a look and leave today. At a glance, I couldn't even find the shadow of "Ting Yunjun" on the list.

He was about to turn his head and take Feifei for a walk, but when he was about to step over the threshold, he was stopped by the steward disciple on duty.

"Junior Brother Fuyan, the elder has something to do with you."

"Oh?" Mu Chuihan became interested: "What's the matter?"

"It's a good thing anyway." The steward disciple smiled mysteriously and brought him to the elder.

Mu Chuihan learned to look after his disciples, and painted a gourd to greet his disciples. He heard the elder greet him kindly, "Fuyan, have you eaten well at the outer door these days, and have you slept well?"

Mu Chuihan nodded seriously. It's much more pleasing than his hidden and hard star-shaped star.

The elder laughed: "That's good. By the way, I actually have a mission to find you today. I've been thinking about it, and you are the most suitable for the entire outer door."

A hunch arose in Mu Chuihan's heart, and he asked excitedly, "Yes, Lord Tingyun?"

"Hey, yes." The elder nodded again and again, and took out a task ticket: "Elder Ye may have no disciples to serve for a long time. I think you and him are old, and they are more caring than other disciples..."

Mu Chuihan hurriedly nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes."

The elder said: "Then do you want to pick it up?"

"Take it!" These words rushed out of Mu Chuihan's mouth without any thought.

Probably because his tone sounded too eager, the elder laughed: "You kid, you don't have to be so excited to see Lord Tingyun."

Mu Chuihan nodded, but he didn't think so in his heart.

Tsk, I haven't seen each other for two months, this excitement is his most basic respect for Ting Yun-Jun.

He quickly bid farewell to the elder, returned to the dormitory as fast as he could, picked up Feifei and kissed him.

Feifei was picked up by the volley, and said with disgust: "Human, don't think that you can insult me ​​if you cross species."

Mu Chuihan laughed very loudly: "Feifei, it's good luck to have you by your side. Let's go, I'll take you to move."

Fei Fei said blankly: "What move, are you leaving the Linxian Sect?"

"No." Mu Chuihan said while packing his luggage, "I'm going to take you into the Immortal Immortal Sect."

He didn't have much stuff at first, and finally he managed to pull out a small bag and carry it on his shoulders.

I also happened to meet Lin Xu who just came back.

Lin Xu saw her roommate who was full of energy and turned away from her lazy daily life. She was as dazed as Feifei: "Where are you going?"

"I'm looking for true love." Mu Chuihan blinked at him and ran away.

The elder had arranged for someone to take him to Yingxue Peak.

While listening to the introduction, Mu Chuihan looked at it. Although the mountain peak where Tingyun Jun lives is called "Yingxue", the vegetation is prosperous everywhere, the sun is shining, and there is not a trace of snow.

The leading disciple said: "Yingxue Peak does not see snow on its head. It is one of the four peaks of our Linxian Sect. It was originally named by Elder Ye to remind himself to be diligent."

Mu Chuihan added another compliment: "As expected, it is Lord Tingyun, and his enlightenment is different from that of mortals of my generation."

"The front is where Elder Ye lives. He always likes to be quiet. Junior Brother can go on his own."

Mu Chuihan walked to the closed door and struggled for a while on how to open the door of his love.

He has always practiced the Tao at will, without any taboos, but when it comes to major life events such as marriage, he is much more cautious, and even has a sense of superstition.

If this door is pushed in the wrong position, it is estimated that it will also affect the progress of his love affair with Tingyun-jun.

Mu Chuihan took a deep breath, and solemnly extended his hand when Feifei in his arms was about to fall asleep.

Then the door just opened.

Mu Chuihan almost fell a step forward, and when he stood still, he realized that the person who had often appeared in his dreams for the past two months was standing behind the door.

Surprised, he hurriedly turned his face a little sideways—he tried it, and that was the best angle for his appearance now.

Mu Chuihan tried his best to create his innocent and well-behaved voice, and said timidly, "Xianjun, do you still remember me?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a riot in Feifei's arms, and then he firmly jumped out of his arms.

Ye Tingjiang stood there well, and suddenly a cat-like object rushed over his face. Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, those two claws tightly covered his ears.

But a scream still came over: "Damn, Feifei! Come back for me—"

The tone sounded the same as that of the young man who greeted him softly just now, but inexplicably rough, with disbelief, threat, and sternness in his tone.

Ye Tingjiang kept the gesture of scratching his head and smiled with satisfaction: "Very good, I haven't seen you for two months, you really have grown up."