"Where's Wuyue?"
"Back to Master, Senior Sister Yue went to play with a little guy. She asked me to tell Master that she wants to accept Xing'er as a disciple."
"Who is Xing'er?" Yu Mengdie's pretty face was full of confusion. Her two disciples were more disobedient than the other.
"Back to Master, Xing'er is the little boy that Mu Fan and Junior Sister Xian'er brought back last time. Senior Sister Yue likes him very much and plans to accept him as a closed disciple."
"Nonsense! This Wuyue is getting more and more disobedient. She dares to break our Yundie Peak's rules at will. Doesn't she know that Yundie Peak is not allowed to accept male disciples?"
"Master, please calm down. Senior Sister Yue may just be having fun for a while, but she will get tired of it after a few days. Senior Sister Yue has always abided by the sect's rules, Master, please stop being angry."
"Hmph, don't be angry. Each of you disciples is making me more worried than the last. Go! Call Wuyue back to me."
"I know Master, Wu Yan will go find Senior Sister right now."
The delicate woman walked out of the main hall and ran to a willow tree outside the main hall of Yundie Peak and sent out a spiritual thought - Master calls, come back quickly! Wuyan
In an orchard hundreds of miles away from the main hall, Xiao Xing'er was sitting on Wuyue's Xiang's shoulder, carrying a small bamboo basket behind her back. In the bamboo basket were several scattered spiritual fruits.
"Sister Yue, I want this too!" Xiao Xing'er's little butt shook a few times, and Wu Yue walked helplessly to a snowy mandarin pear tree.
The little guy gently hooked his little hands, held a plump snow pear in his hands, and pulled it back suddenly. The snow pear fell into the bamboo basket behind him.
"Hey, Yanmei sent me a message." Wuyue checked the spiritual message sent by Wuyan.
Master, please come back soon! Wuyan
Wuyue quickly put the little guy down from his shoulders and put the little guy's bamboo basket aside.
"Xing'er, next time my sister will come and play with you, okay? We are going back now."
"What about the fruits picked by Xing'er?" The little guy pointed to the bamboo basket on the side, his big eyes like two black gems full of confusion.
"Just put the bamboo basket here. I'll bring Xing'er back to pick it up next time."
Wuyue picked up the little guy, gently put the little guy on his back, carried the little guy on his back, got up and left the orchard.
"Sister, won't those fruits go bad?" The little star in the sky lay tightly behind Wuyue, holding Wuyue's neck with her two little hands.
"How could the spirit fruit go bad, you little fool? Don't worry, it won't go bad after a year and a half. Now we are going to find your master."
"It turns out it's so magical. Xing'er knows it. Sister, let's go find the master."
Wuyue increased her speed and returned to the main hall after a while...
In the main hall...
Wu Yue took the little guy's hand and walked towards Yu Mengdie, then let go of his hand, bowed and said: "Disciple pays homage to Master"
"Xing'er pays homage to the master", the little guy is very good at playing by the opportunity, and he will do whatever Wuyue does.
"Hey, you little guy is quite good at talking. When did I become your master?" Yu Mengdie looked at the little guy with a slight smile. This little guy is really big as a kid.
"Back to Master, Sister Yue is your disciple. Sister Yue accepts me as her disciple. Naturally, I am also Master's disciple." Xiao Xing'er cupped her little hands and her words were quite sharp.
"Master, Xing'er is still young and can't speak. I hope Master won't blame her." Seeing the two of them talking, Wuyue hurriedly changed the subject. She was afraid that the little guy said something that shouldn't be said.
"Shut up before I ask you to speak." Yu Mengdie glanced at Wuyue coldly.
"Yes!" Wuyue lowered her head and did not dare to say anything more. Now she could only resign herself to fate.
"Okay, even if you are my disciple, Yuyun Peak is full of women, how dare you stay there?"
"Why don't you dare! Although Xing'er is young, I also know how to respect. I will not run around anywhere except Sister Yue. Xing'er is only five years old this year. Master will not even treat a five-year-old child Don't worry?" Xiao Xing'er blinked playfully. Many female disciples in the hall were amused, and some disciples covered their mouths tightly for fear of laughing out loud.
"Then you will grow up too. If I keep you here, aren't you feeding a tiger?" Yu Mengdie fell in love with this naughty little guy more and more, and she decided to continue teasing this eloquent little kid.
"It's better to grow up! Xing'er is a man, and when he grows up, he will definitely protect the senior sisters at Yundie Peak. Whoever dares to make the senior sisters unhappy, Xing'er will be the first to rush forward and beat him up!"
"Pfft"
Wuyan couldn't help but chuckle, where did Senior Sister Yue get such a living treasure?
Yu Mengdie was hesitating at this time. Yundie Peak could not accept male disciples. This was a rule set by past peak masters. It was really difficult for her to make a decision.
Wuyue seemed to have seen what her master was worried about, and hurriedly said: "Master, Xing'er is only a disciple in name only, and will not hold a apprenticeship ceremony. Many junior sisters can just treat him as their biological brother. In this way, it does not violate the rules. And we can keep Xing'er at Yundie Peak."
Wu Yue took advantage of a loophole in the rules, which is why she asked Xiao Xing'er to call her sister.
"Okay, then I will temporarily place Xing'er with you, but he must leave Yundie Peak when he is twelve years old, otherwise you both have to get out of Yundie Peak."
"yes!"
Wu Yue hurriedly agreed. Xiao Xing'er was already able to take charge of her own business at the age of twelve. It wouldn't matter even if she drives him away by then.
"Xing'er, thank you Master for taking me in!" The little guy quickly knelt down and kowtowed heavily.
In this way, Xiao Xing'er stayed at Yundie Peak in a daze.
Jiuxiao Island Ten Thousand Swords Sect...
Luo Xu brought Mu Fan here, and his residence was in a city not far from Wanjian Sect. Luoxu brought Mu Fan to Wanjian Sect, and now he is going to Wanjian Sect to pick up something...
"Old man Wushuang, why don't you come out of the sect to welcome your brothers!"
"Open the formation!"
With a loud shout, the sword array of Wanjian Sect was opened by the gatekeeper, and Luo Xu flew in with Mu Fan.
"Brother Luo, why do you have the time to come to my Wanjian Sect!" A young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes walked over. He was almost half a head short, and his elegant demeanor made people unconsciously like him.
Mu Fan began to look at the young man. He was dressed in a long light blue brocade silk, with a jade belt around his waist, and a black sword-shaped jade pendant hung around his waist. The jade pendant swayed left and right with his brisk steps. Tianyuan Sect and Wanjian Sect are sworn enemies, and there is a possibility that they will fight against each other in the future.
"Brother Wushuang looks good. Has his strength improved again?" Luo Xu punched the leader of Wanjian Sect hard in the chest. The relationship between the two seemed not to be so good, at least in Mu Fan's eyes, Luo Xu felt The relationship with Jian Wushuang is better than that with the sect leader.
"No way, brother Luo is joking. I manage a sect as big as Wanjian Sect. How can I have time to practice?"
You said something to me, and the two of them chatted with each other for a long time. Mu Fan was speechless. You two old guys have had enough.
"Who is this little guy? While chatting, Jian Wushuang suddenly changed the topic to Mu Fan."
"He? He is the direct disciple of that old ghost Tian Yuanyi. The old ghost Tian Yuan asked me to take care of him for a while."
oh! So that's it. After finding out Mu Fan's identity, Jian Wushuang was no longer interested at all.
When Mu Fan saw the sect leader, Mu Fan quickly clasped his fists and saluted.
For Luoxu's sake, Jian Wushuang still smiled politely and said: "No need to be polite, your master is like my brother, you don't have to be restrained when you come to Wanjian Sect."
I believe you, you are such a bad old man! This is the true thought in Mu Fan's heart. Each master of transformation is more hypocritical than the other. Tianyuan Sect and Wanjian Sect are mortal enemies. When Jian Wushuang comes here, he is like an old friend whom he has not seen for many years.
"Thank you, Sect Master." Mu Fan bowed. He is polite and sweet-mouthed when going out, so he won't suffer any loss.
Jian Wushuang smiled and nodded again, as warm as the big brother next door. He was naturally graceful, and his expression was even more charming. His dark and warm eyes were like the waves of stars in the night sky, peaceful, deep, and beautiful.
Mu Fan was arranged by the Wushuang leader to a resting place, and Luo Xu followed Jian Wushuang to do his own business.
Wan Jian Zong looked good too. Mu Fan came to his room and stretched his head to look around the room.
Mu Fan stretched out lazily and walked out of the room.
"Mu Fan!"
A loud shout startled Mu Fan. Who the hell is this? Shouting in public, do you have any qualities?
Looking back...
"Damn it! Why are you the one with the blind sword? Are you healed?"
Jian Qingqing clenched his fist tightly. He saw the enemy he wanted to kill day and night again. He didn't expect that he would appear in Wanjian Sect.
"Don't stare at me, you bastard! Why don't you talk!"
Mu Fan felt that Jian Wuqing was stupid, so he stared at him without speaking or taking action.
"Mu Fan, we finally meet again. The last time I lost to you was because I underestimated my opponent. If you have the guts, just fight me again." After saying this, Jian Wuwu clenched his fists tighter, with a look in his eyes. Shooting out a sharp beam of light, he wanted to kill Mu Fan immediately.
"Let's meet when we meet. You and I will fight for whatever they want. Can't we just talk about something? It's not good to get started right away." Mu Fan planned to give Jian Qingqing a step down. He is currently in the Nascent Soul realm. The strength of sword fighting is as ruthless as a joke.
"Hmph, coward! You have to fight today whether you want to or not."
"I really don't want to fight you," Mu Fan pretended more and more. He didn't want to cast a shadow on Jian Wuqing again.
"Hmph", another sneer, Jian Wuqing took the lead.
In the early stage of the Golden Elixir, I didn't expect this little kid to practice so quickly, and a solemn look appeared on Mu Fan's face. Although he is already a Nascent Soul, not everyone is as lucky as him. Jian Wuqing has been practicing very quickly.
After thinking about it, Mu Fan decided to face the enemy with the same strength as Jian Qingqing in the early stage of the Golden Core. This is the territory of Wanjian Sect. If the strength of Nascent Soul Realm is directly exposed, Wanjian Sect may go crazy. When the time comes Luoxu won't be able to protect him, and he will be killed by all the masters from Wanjian Sect.
Mu Fan's fist shadow brought a golden light and he rushed forward, shouting: "Tianshi Fist!"
