A certain mountain courtyard.
The silver moonlight shines in the well-proportioned garden. Someone is playing the piano on the waterside pavilion by the lake, and the leisurely sound of the piano echoes in the night.
The beautiful sound of the piano makes people feel like they are in a mountain forest, with gurgling streams and lively animals, which can help people calm down their irritable mood.
However, the two people kneeling outside the water pavilion were not in the mood to appreciate the sound of the piano, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans fell from their foreheads.
After the song ended, the two people outside the waterside pavilion lowered their heads.
The waterside pavilion is surrounded by white curtains, making it difficult for people to see what's going on inside.
The people in the waterside pavilion slowly picked up the tea cup, swirled the tea in the cup, and said in a low voice: "So, you alerted those guys?"
"I'm very sorry," the ordinary-looking man's voice was trembling, "I didn't expect Wuchen to suddenly appear."
"Wuchen?" The people in Shuixie read the name again: "Qingwei's third disciple?"
"yes."
"Why is she there?"
The ordinary-looking man quickly replied: "My subordinate checked it out the next day. It is said that he took her young disciple there to visit and play."
The people in the waterside pavilion didn't speak anymore.
What else did the ordinary-looking man want to say, "Sir, subordinate..."
"Bang!" There was huge pressure above the man's head, and the pressure hit his head hard against the hard floor tiles: "Bang!"
A small piece of the floor tile sunk in. Before the ordinary-looking man could resist, the man wearing a devil mask next to him said, "This is a subordinate who neglected his duty. Please punish me."
The people in the waterside pavilion did not react much to the sudden action of the evil ghost mask: "Oh, what should I say?"
"It was my subordinates who were careless when making the plan and leaked the news that we were going to the museum, so that the group of people were prepared. I think Wuchen took her junior brother out with her just to deceive others. She really The target lies with us," the vicious mask analyzed clearly.
A man who was in close contact with the floor tiles heard the analysis of his companion, and his back was soaked with cold sweat. It turns out that this is a group of cunning humans.
"Sir, we were careless, and my subordinates are willing to be punished," the ordinary-looking man shouted loudly.
People in the waterside pavilion: "Qingwei and his disciples have always behaved strangely. I can't blame you. Where are the things?"
The evil ghost mask quickly took out the long sword he snatched from the museum, held the sword in both hands, and raised it above his head: "Sir."
A child came out of the waterside pavilion, took the sword, and respectfully presented it to the adult inside the waterside pavilion.
The man looked at the long sword in front of him for a while, then slightly opened his thin lips: "Stupid."
Those two simple words made everyone present tremble and fall to their knees.
The evil ghost mask didn't know why, "Sir..."
Before he finished speaking, the fierce wind hit him directly in the face. The evil ghost mask trembled slightly in his heart, but he did not dare to hide.
"boom!"
The strong wind hit his mask, which was split into two, and blood dripped from his forehead.
The evil ghost mask lowered his head respectfully, blood oozing from his forehead blurred his vision, but he did not make any movement.
"This thing is useless," the voice of the person in the waterside pavilion said coldly.
The evil ghost mask and the ordinary-looking man were shocked. The latter said in disbelief: "How is it possible, sir? We went to confirm this thing during the day..."
"boom!"
The ordinary-looking man flew out before he could finish his words.
The adult in the waterside pavilion said coldly: "There is indeed nothing wrong with this sword, but the dragon energy wrapped around it is gone."
His voice was extremely cold: "Go and find out everything about the dragon veins and dragon energy for me."
"yes!"
"Also, let people keep an eye on Qingwei and his disciples."
"yes."
***
Xiao Naibao is a child who listens to others' advice. Due to the friendly reminders from her master and second senior brother, she went to bed early.
That night, she had no dreams.
She originally thought she would be dreaming, after all she felt her father's strong emotions during the day.
But she didn't dream, her eyes closed and opened.
She found a figure standing next to her bed. She was startled and almost screamed.
"Are you awake?" Ming Yuetong, who was standing beside Xiao Naibao's bed, noticed her movements and asked calmly.
Xiao Naibao released the hand covering her mouth and shouted with lingering fear: "Three, third senior brother?"
"Well," Mingyuetong responded: "If you wake up, just get up and start practicing."
Little Milk Bun: "Huh?"
She was stunned for a moment, then jumped up quickly, washed up quickly, tied her hair, changed into her practice clothes, and followed Ming Yuetong out of the room.
When we left the room, it was dark and there was no feeling of dawn at all.
The little girl looked down at the phone watch on her wrist. It read four o'clock in the morning.
It's very early. No wonder the second senior brother kept letting himself go to bed early yesterday.
The cold night wind blew, and the little milk bag shivered, and a crisp tinkling sound sounded above her head.
Huh?
The little girl raised her head in confusion and saw a copper bell the size of a child's hand hanging under the eaves in front of her house.
The copper bell swayed in the wind, making a crisp sound.
"Tangtang," Mingyuetong, who had walked a little way, found that Xiao Naibao had not followed, so he stopped and called back to her.
The little girl looked back, spread her short legs and ran towards Mingyuetong: "Here we come."
Mingyuetong took Xiao Naibao to the back mountain. The mountain road in the back mountain was winding. There was snow on the road in winter, and Xiao Naibao's calves were not buried in the snow.
Mingyuetong took her to a flat open space and handed Xiao Naibao a mahogany sword. The latter took it and said, "Third senior brother, what should I do?"
"Beat them," Mingyuetong said.
"Who?" The little girl's dark eyes were confused.
Mingyuetong grabbed a handful of beans from his pocket and scattered the beans. When they fell to the ground, they turned into little people about the same height as a little milk bag.
Sow the beans and make an army.
The little girl's eyes were slightly bright, she wanted to learn this.
"Defeat them," Mingyuetong repeated what he just said.
The little girl clenched the peach wood sword in her hand and replied loudly: "Okay!"
Mingyuetong's fingers moved slightly, and the bean soldiers moved. Some of them held shields, some held guns, and some waved swords, and they swarmed towards the little milk bag.
The little girl was so angry that she let out a low drink. She thrust out the peach wood sword in her hand and hit a bean soldier in the face.
The bean soldier who was hit stagnated for a moment and then turned into powder.
After defeating one, Xiao Naibao was very happy. He kept up his efforts, swung the peach wood sword and chopped off another one.
But Xiao Naibao's joyful mood did not last long, because the bean soldiers who were originally stiff and slow became more flexible in their movements.
Not only do they move flexibly, they also learn to work as a team.
When Xiao Naibao swung her mahogany sword, there would always be bean soldiers holding shields to block her attack, and then bean soldiers holding spears and swords would take the opportunity to attack.
"brush!"
The little girl's arm was cut open by the bean soldier's long sword. If she hadn't dodged quickly, most of her arm would have been destroyed.
The little girl panted and looked at the bean soldiers surrounding her, sweat constantly falling from her forehead.
