"Can he hurt me?" Mo Qingyu sneered.
The folding fan in his hand pressed against the cold edge of Powang Sword without hesitation.
The folding fan was as black as iron and you couldn't tell what material it was made of, but it had a hint of rivalry with the Powang Sword.
There was a crisp sound of "clang".
Gu Yanzhi tilted the tip of his sword and said coldly: "Miss Mo, that's not what I meant."
"Then what do you mean?" Mo Qing didn't have a good temper. When he saw the cold-lighted PoWu sword, he felt uncomfortable all over.
How does it feel to be cut in half with a sword? I believe no one except Mo Qing can answer it.
After all, she was the only one in the world who could survive being chopped like this.
"I..." Gu Yanzhi has been a talkative person since he was a child. Especially when he became an adult and there was always a big mouth like Xiao Zhang around him, he became even more lazy to talk.
Therefore, after being questioned so aggressively by Mo Qing, he was still stuck.
Wen Ruxi also knew that her master was not good at words, so she followed up and said, "Fourth Miss, please don't misunderstand me. Master is just the person I invited to control the situation. I would like Fourth Miss to give me some advice on today's matter."
Mo Qing sarcastically said, "You and I are neither relatives nor friends, neither friends nor teachers. How can we be able to guide Bei Hengjun's disciples?"
"What kind of guidance are you talking about? If not, can you call me teacher?"
Mo Qingyu has lived for thousands of years, but in some places he is still like a naughty child. For example, now, even though he knows Wen Ruxi is Gu Yanzhi's apprentice, he still wants Wen Ruxi to call her teacher.
Doesn't this bring her to the same level as Gu Yanzhi?
Wen Ruxi's expression froze and she subconsciously looked at Gu Yanzhi. Her master was standing here. Why did Miss Mo want to steal her apprentice?
Besides, didn’t this person just say that he was one year older than me?
If she shouted, wouldn't it mean that she would be promoted to a higher level in vain?
Gu Yanzhi did not receive Wen Ruxi's look for help, but turned around silently.
His lips moved slightly and he said to Wen Ruxi: "Keep her here."
After a pause, he said again: "This is the teacher's call."
In a concise and concise statement, he told Wen Ruxi that he would keep Mo Qingyu no matter what, and that with Mo Qingyu's knowledge and strength, he could be worthy of being Wen Ruxi's teacher.
What's more, he is just a teacher, not a master.
As the saying goes, when three people are walking together, there must be a teacher.
There are so many things worth learning for Wen Ruxi in this world.
After receiving Gu Yanzhi's words, Wen Ruxi's inner awkwardness eased a little.
Mo Qingyu rescued her several times and taught her a lot.
So Wen Ruxi didn't even pause when she called "teacher".
It came out smoothly.
This time, Mo Qing was offended and he didn't know what to do.
She has lived for so many years and has never had any apprentices. Many people call her "sir", but this is the first time that the teacher has heard it.
I didn't expect Wen Ruxi to be so obedient.
Mo Qing and Mo Qing are now either leaving or not.
After unfolding the folding fan to cover his face, there was an eerie silence in the air for a moment.
Mo Qing Yucai said a faint "hmm", as if if no one saw her face, her overwhelmed mood would not be discovered.
"In that case, I will teach you something else."
Mo Qing turned around awkwardly.
This article was revealed so gently, and an invisible smoke was evaporated.
Wen Ruxi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, staring straight at Mo Qingyu's back, only to realize that this man's ears had turned slightly red at some point.
If it weren't for Mo Qingyu's extremely white skin, she wouldn't have noticed this faint blush.
Hey, is this person shy?
Wen Ruxi was dumbfounded in her heart, but she just called "teacher", why did this person become like this?
Is this still the decisive killing Mo Qingyu?
After all, Wen Ruxi was still a young man, but she was only twenty years old. Even though she had been practicing hard in the mountains for many years, she was still filled with the aura of this mortal world in her heart.
The playfulness that had been dormant for many years gradually surfaced.
Two steps closer to one, he bent down and leaned into Mo Qing's ear and shouted with a slight smile: "Then what do you want to teach the students?"
"Hiss—" Mo Qing's ears went numb when she shouted.
Suddenly I thought it would be good to have an apprentice.
Why was Gu Laogou taking the lead?
"Why are you talking so close to me?" Mo Qing's helplessness behind his expressionless face was exposed by his red ears.
I really misjudged people. I didn't expect that Wen Ruxi was different from Gu Laogou. She was still a narrow-minded person at heart.
Wen Ruxi laughed and stood aside, saying, "Yes, yes, teacher Mo."
Mo Qing rubbed his ears with his fingertips.
Seeing that Gu Yanzhi hid his figure very wisely, she nodded with satisfaction.
A palm flame ignited in his hand, but the one Mo Qing and Tuo held was slightly different from the ordinary palm flame. A faint blue light spread around him, and the intensity of the flames was not high enough to illuminate the body. The scope is also very limited.
Such flames at night can at most allow people to see clearly their own face and the surroundings that are less than one foot away.
"Is this Yin Fire?" Wen Ruxi saw the mystery with just one glance.
Mo Qingyu nodded and said: "Exactly, the Yin Qi here is particularly strong at night, and the Yang Fire Qi is too strong and it will cause a lot of trouble if it collides with the lonely ghosts nearby."
Wen Ruxi had never participated in night hunting, but she had also heard from her fellow disciples that during night hunting there would always be a palm flame around her body, but the Immortal Sect usually used Yang Fire.
Yang fire can ward off evil spirits and exorcise ghosts. Smaller ghosts have to go around when they come, which saves a lot of trouble.
This was the first time Wen Ruxi heard that Yin fire was used at night.
"But wouldn't this attract those little devils?"
Yang fire uses the monk's true energy and spiritual power as fuel, while yin fire uses the surrounding yin energy as fuel. In terms of effort saving, yin fire naturally saves effort, but also because the fuel required by yin fire will cause the user's body to be damaged. The yin energy in Zhou Dynasty is stronger than other places.
Yin energy attracts ghosts.
Lighting the yin fire is like holding a meat bun among a group of wild dogs. The smell makes you want to spread it for ten miles.
"Just to summon ghosts." Mo Qing said to him, and before he knew it, the sky had turned completely dark.
The woods on this mountain are not dense at all. With the faint moonlight and the dark fire Mo Qing was dragging in his hand, only a thin figure could be seen in the shadows.
"What's the purpose of attracting ghosts?" Mo Qingyu's approach was actually very different from what was in the book.
Wen Ruxi couldn't help but become curious.
Mo Qing and his two fingers were together, and there was a faint wind blowing around. Wen Ruxi felt that the hair on her back stood up. For a moment, it seemed as if many people suddenly appeared around her, staring directly at herself.
"Don't you notice we're going in circles?"
After being reminded by Mo Qing and Yiyi, Wen Ruxi realized that they had been going up the mountain for a long time but had not yet reached the top of the mountain.
This is very different from the time spent during the day.
"A ghost beating a wall?!" Wen Ruxi said.
This is what the people call it. In fact, it means that there are ghosts affecting people's thoughts. A person with a good level of cultivation can use his sword to disperse the Yin Qi.
Wen Ruxi moved her hand and the Dragon Demonic Bone Spear appeared in her hand.
Mo Qing said, "Why are you so anxious? This is not some stupid trick."
Wen Ruxi paused and asked, "Then what is this?"
"Ghost Domain." Mo Qing and Nan Lan fulfilled their responsibilities as teachers and talked a little more.
She spoke very slowly, as if she was talking eloquently: "There should be a big ghost here who rules the little ghosts on this mountain. Maybe it is more appropriate to call it the ghost king."
"The strength of this ghost king should be around the golden elixir. As soon as night falls, he gathers the yin energy of the entire mountain and absorbs the moonlight essence to cultivate."
"And the field formed during the process of gathering Yin Qi is called the ghost realm."
"The Yin Qi in the ghost realm is dozens of times higher than normal. The Yin Qi is cold in nature and can easily cause living people to lose their minds. Fortunately, the ghost we have now may not have grown up yet."
"So the ghost realm created is not very strong. At most, it affects the sense of direction of a living person, causing him to spin in place."
"When the Ghost King is practicing, he is just like you cultivators. He is particularly taboo about being disturbed."
"The formation of the ghost realm is probably due to this."
Wen Ruxi listened with great interest. She had seen the term "ghostland" in a relatively obscure book.
But she hadn't looked into it carefully, and it was only now that she suddenly pulled out the memory of that year from her memory.
But there are really too many to do.
Mo Qingyu paused as he spoke, and then said: "The reason why I summon ghosts is to ask for directions."
"Asking for directions?" Wen Ruxi's knowledge was still a little shallow.
In other words, Mo Qingyu used too many unorthodox methods. No monk would ask a ghost for directions. It would be unusual to see a ghost without striking him with a sword, let alone talk to a ghost.
Wen Ruxi had been self-taught by reading books for so many years. Gu Yanzhi had not taught her the principles of this in seclusion for many years. Even Xiao Zhang did as he pleased.
This is why Wen Ruxi didn't show disgust when she heard such an incredible method, but was just a little confused.
After all, Mo Qingyu's methods are too similar to those evil ways.
Mo Qingyu felt slightly relieved when he saw that her expression was normal.
It seems that Qingfeng Mingyue Beihengjun's little apprentice is still a little boy who doesn't understand the world.
In this way, very good, very good.
What she hates most is the high-sounding faces of those from well-known families.
As far as she is concerned, no matter what method she uses, as long as it works, don't worry about anything else.
Mo Qingyu didn't reply, but raised his fingertips as if to pull something over.
"Open your vaginal eyes."
After all, monks are still living people. If they want to see dead things, they have to use some means, such as this dark eye.
When Wen Ruxi heard this, she pointed her fingers together and her eyes glowed with golden light.
She looked around and felt creepy. No wonder she always felt like something was staring at her just now.
It turned out that there were many "people" standing densely nearby without realizing it.
Some are wearing costumes from hundreds of years ago, some are without heads, some are sticking out their tongues, and some can't even find their limbs...
Mo Qing invited a green-faced ghost who looked to be in his twenties to come over. His voice was like that of a superior goddess: "Where is the Ghost King?"
