At this time, the girls in the courtyard burst into cheers. She subconsciously followed their gazes and looked up. A white figure on the flying sword quickly flew from a distance and landed in the courtyard.
The thin forehead hair covered his smooth forehead, and the thick and hanging eyelashes cast a shadow around the eyes, covering the emotions under the eyes. There was a bright red at the end of the eyes, which was charming and charming, but was blocked by his delicate and sickly pale skin. Pressing it down, the thin lips were as pale as water, and the corners of the lips were tightly pursed, making the whole person look a little sinister.
Manager Xu came forward and said, "Senior Brother Mo Huai, among the people running for election this time, there are quite a few suitable candidates. I guarantee your satisfaction."
He said, waving to several girls around him, including the two inner disciples.
Yunli was dumbfounded, there was a shady story, Sesame-filled Xu Guanshi must have taken advantage of someone.
Looking at the shy and timid girls, impatience flashed across Mo Huai's face. He was a sword boy looking for a sparring partner, not a maid serving tea and water. What could these delicate little girls do?
He raised his eyes and glanced at the Yingying Yanyan in the circle. The only few male disciples were also of low cultivation. He was disappointed. It seemed that his trip was in vain. He turned to Manager Xu and shook his head, calling out the flying sword. Just as he was about to leave, he caught a wisp of orange yarn from the corner of his eye.
His body froze, and he looked up along the orange gauze. The girl in green clothes stared at the little black chicken flying sideways, opening and closing her mouth silently. It seemed that the shape of her mouth was that of a chicken stewed with mushrooms.
The little black chicken on her side is stretching its neck, and its slightly curved sharp beak has hooked on the spiritual pet bag on the waist of the girl in front of her.
His pupils shrank and his fingertips trembled slightly. After a while, he stretched out his hand and said, "Just her."
Everyone's eyes turned to the direction of his finger for a moment to see which lucky person had won the favor of Master Mo Huai. You know, Master Mo Huai started choosing sword boys two years ago.
He almost picked everyone below the Foundation Establishment stage. In the past, there were even Masters in the Foundation Establishment stage who were candidates, but none of them satisfied him. Some of them barely passed the first round, but also failed in the later stage of sword practice with him. Come down.
Those who can apply now are not there to be sword boys, but to take care of daily life.
Not to mention his identity and qualifications, just by his handsome appearance, he is willing to be a maid among the female cultivators. Not to mention, the sword boy is very different from the maid. He can also live in a cave with rich spiritual energy. The maid is only responsible for taking care of him. In his daily life, the sword boy can still practice sword fighting with him. If he can learn a few points from this, it will be of great benefit to his own practice.
Of course, if we can develop some friendship while getting along, it will be a bright future for us to climb high.
But now, he actually skipped the second round of assessment and made the decision directly. While everyone was regretting that they were not selected, they also couldn't help but wonder what kind of person it was that could allow the always picky Uncle Mo Huai to directly appoint him.
In the direction of his finger, there were two little girls one behind the other. When everyone was trying to decide which one was the lucky one, Yunli stepped forward and raised her eyebrows at the star-chasing little Loli diagonally in front of her: "As for you, hurry up and get over there. "
Then while everyone's eyes were focused on the star-chasing girl's face, he grabbed the wings of the little black chicken and freed the spiritual pet bag from its mouth. This chicken must be taught how to secretly poke and poke at the ground. It's someone else's spiritual pet.
"I am talking about you."
Mo Huai's voice sounded again.
Yunli was stunned. She grabbed Xiao Hei's hand, raised her head, looked into the boy's bottomless eyes, and felt the burning gazes of the boys and girls around her. She blurted out: "I was just passing by."
When Manager Xu saw her, he hurriedly said to Mo Huai, "Senior nephew Yunli did not run for election."
Mo Huai ignored her and walked straight towards her, squinting his eyes slightly. The tips of his eyes seemed to be even redder, and the emotions in his eyes were completely unclear.
He said word by word: "It's up to you."
Yunli rolled her eyes secretly, what the hell, she didn't want to compete with the handyman for work, "I won't go."
As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere in the courtyard was stagnant. A mere outer disciple refused to be a sword boy for the master's disciple!
Everyone's envious, jealous and hateful eyes turned to looking at the fool.
Yunli glanced at the crowd around her. The dry refusal was a bit strange. She shook the little black chicken in her hand and explained: "I already have a mission."
Seeing the little black chicken in her hand, everyone's eyes flashed with sympathy, and then they became even more confused. A fool would choose the latter between the black-crested pheasant who takes care of the turtle's feathers and the sword boy who serves as the disciple.
Yunli's eyes were firm. Although it was easier for a swordsman to have access to higher-ups as a disciple, she didn't need to eavesdrop at close range. It was better to stay quietly in Xiaomu Peak and raise chickens, without being conspicuous at all. Also free.
She bit her lip. Really, if she had to be forced to show some strength, she really didn't want everyone to know about her strength. She hesitated: "Let me, it doesn't matter what I do. If I hurt my uncle, I won't do it." It’s beautiful, uncle, it’s better to find someone else.”
As soon as these words came out, Mo Huai had not yet said anything, and the others had quit. Who is Mo Huai? He is the disciple of the master. He is known as the genius with the most outstanding swordsmanship under the Master Mingyue of the Taiyi Sect. He has joined the Taiyi Sect for seven years and practices day after day. The sword, the swordsmanship is exquisite, a little girl with a seventh level of Qi training actually said it would hurt him!
Everyone was despised, and they were not afraid of flashing their tongues when they said this.
Manager Xu glared at her from a distance, turned around with a smile, and explained to Mo Huai: "Senior Brother Mo, please forgive me, she is a new disciple who just started last month, and knows very little about senior brother's strength."
As soon as they heard that she was a newcomer, someone immediately shouted: "Uncle Mo, give her some color and see!"
"Yes, we have to let her know that our Taiyi Sect is not one of those small places with little corners. We can dominate the world with even a little bit of strength."
"Yes, yes, our Taiyi Sect is the leader of the four major sects."
The crowd was excited and talking a lot. Yunli rolled her eyes secretly, and she was noisy at you like a vegetable market. The image of Taiyi Sect was greatly lowered by you.
"In that case, let's try it."
As soon as Mo Huai opened his mouth, the people around him fell silent, looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to take action and teach this little girl who didn't know the heights of the world a profound lesson.
He sacrificed his natal sword and pointed it at Yunli, "Master Yun, please."
Hey, it seems that the image of the little fairy can no longer be maintained. Yunli shook her head, and with a thought, the epee suddenly appeared in her hand.
Everyone who was excited was stunned. After a while, someone said: "Ha, the little girl now, how can you be so naive? You really think we can't see that the sword is just an empty shell."
The knowledgeable person immediately said: "Don't talk nonsense, the whole body of the sword is made of weak water mithril, and it can't be made lighter no matter how hard it is."
"hiss--"
They may not know about other materials, but for a group of Qi practitioners who are eager to build their own magical weapons, they still know a little bit about the forging material of weak water mithril.
Mo Huai's eyebrows also jumped. His sword was sharp and light. This kind of heavy sword wielder is indeed not a good candidate, but
He clenched his fist and narrowed his eyes slightly. Purple light lingered around the sword, and electric flowers exploded.
Is it the sword force, or the image of thunder and lightning? Yunli was slightly surprised. She couldn't give him time to gather his force. Once his sword force was formed, she would be helpless. She made a prompt decision, rounded the epee, and swung it in a spin.
Mo Huai's sword force had just formed when it was shattered into pieces by the strong cyclone. He saw the broad sword blade hitting him in the face. He blocked it with his sword, and the huge force from the sword shook him. His arms were numb and he barely managed to hold on for a breath before bending his knees and kneeling on the ground.
Silence, deathly silence.
Everyone's eyes widened. They never expected that Mo Huai would be knocked down by a sword. Is this true? You're not dreaming, are you?
The star-chasing girl twisted her thigh hard and murmured to herself: "It doesn't hurt. It seems like she was dreaming."
The boy next to her said angrily: "You pinched mine, of course it won't hurt you."
"ah?"
The star-chasing girl lowered her head blankly. Her legs, blouse and skirt were flat and neat. Looking next to her, she saw that the boy's clothes were wrinkled with chrysanthemums. She smiled and apologized again and again: "Sorry, sorry."
All the way to immortality
