Yan Qingshi's face was unwavering, as if he was pointing to something worthless.

Mu Shuning tried his best to control his heartbeat, so that Yan Qingshi would not notice his uneasiness.

Mu Shuning always felt that there was something hidden under Yan Qingshi's calm expression, and the thing that Yan Qingshi's finger was pointing at happened to be the place where the scabbard that Luo Zhu gave him was integrated into his body.

Yan Qingshi's expression was ordinary, but Mu Shuning was terrified.

Yan Qingshi glanced at him, withdrew his hand, sat back in his seat, and looked at him: "Didn't sleep well last night?" ”

Mu Shuning, who was still frightened, didn't react for a while: "What? ”

When Mu Shuning stared at Yan Qing with a pair of dark circles in puzzlement, his IQ seemed to be the same as his people, as if he hadn't woken up, and he only cared about the meaning of the action that Yan Qingshi pointed at him just now.

I don't know if it's Mu Shuning's illusion, he seems to have heard Yan Qingshi sigh.

Yan Qingshi said: "If you are not in good spirits, you will come back tomorrow." ”

Mu Shuning then understood what Yan Qingshi was asking just now, and hurriedly said: "Thank you for your compassion, the disciple is just too happy, after learning that the master is going to teach the disciple the skills in person, he is overjoyed, and there is always a feeling of insincerity, so he is a little excited, nervous and happy, and he sleeps late." ”

Mu Shuning said such a long sentence, only the words "there is always an unreal feeling" were said from the heart.

I don't know if Yan Qingshi heard the true meaning of Mu Shuning's words, he lifted his eyelids and glanced at Mu Shuning, who was busy explaining, and turned his gaze to the round table not far away: "You didn't eat in the morning, go and drink that bowl of porridge first, don't spread it out and say that Wan Jianfeng abused his disciples." ”

This time, Mu Shuning was completely shocked.

He came over quite early, I'm afraid the canteen at the outer gate hasn't cooked yet, Yan Qingshi has always hated others coming up to Wanjian Peak, and it is impossible to just let people send a bowl of porridge, so where is the origin of this bowl of porridge......

Mu Shuning was terrified.

In the previous life, although Yan Qingshi cooked for him, he still didn't like those things in his heart, so after he opened the valley, Yan Qingshi never went to the kitchen again.

But this time, Yan Qingshi actually broke the ring.

Mu Shuning couldn't even speak this time, he mechanically walked to the round table and sat down, looked at the white porridge on the table, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

And at the angle that Mu Shuning couldn't see, Yan Qingshi's eyes seemed to be glued to him, and Yan Qingshi's eyes were as black as a deep pool with heavy exploration and incomprehension.

Although Yan Qingshi has a limited number of times to cook, the amount of all his ingredients is strictly proportioned, which can bring out the best nutritional value and taste of the ingredients.

Therefore, geniuses even do these fireworks things differently from ordinary people......

Mu Shuning swallowed the porridge and swallowed it, and before the tip of his tongue could taste it, he swallowed it in a hurry. He was too afraid to remember the things he had been doing.

After a bowl of porridge, Mu Shuning felt that his whole body was warm, and even his depressed spirit was flying.

Yan Qingshi's eyes were a little dark, and when he saw Mu Shuning put the bowl down, he quietly looked away.

"Qin Yuxing, come here," Yan Qingshi's tone was natural, and Mu Shuning was also used to this commanding tone, "In the next three months, if you want to improve, you must have absolute trust in the teacher, if you can't do it, you can leave now." ”

Mu Shuning was not stupid, he knelt on one knee and said: "The disciple naturally trusts the master, and I hope the master will not hesitate to give advice." ”

Yan Qingshi looked down at him, and his expression could not show joy or anger.

On the first day, Yan Qingshi asked him to put away the thunder sound, and he was not even allowed to touch it unless it was a last resort.

Mu Shu was puzzled, and Yan Qingshi said: "Sword cultivators rarely touch weapons such as knives and daggers, which will make the swordsman's heart unright. ”

Mu Shuning put away the thunder sound in disbelief and didn't touch it again.

Strange to say, Mu Shuning clearly made it clear that he wanted to repair the piano, but Yan Qingshi completely forgot about it, and after checking his "Blazing Flame Technique" second style, he began to let him practice the third style.

Mu Shuning worked quite hard, obviously he knew everything, but it was too difficult to pretend that he didn't understand anything.

But Yan Qingshi's requirements are extremely strict, where Mu Shuning deliberately did something wrong, it was harmless, but Yan Qingshi just wanted to correct it, and he was still playing, and he didn't correct it all well, and then corrected another place after Mu Shuning practiced it four or five times, so that Mu Shuning not only had to remember where he had done wrong and been corrected, but also remembered where he had made mistakes and had not been corrected and had to keep making mistakes, and he was simply unable to get along with himself all day long.

Mu Shuning was quite tormented, so much so that he didn't notice that Yan Qingshi's face, which had always been flat, actually showed a faint smile.

The difficulty of the first day was quite high for Mu Shuning, and it was not until the end of the day that he dragged his tired body back to his house.

Before leaving, Yan Qingshi instructed: "Come back tomorrow, don't forget." ”

This tone sounded a little familiar, as if the two of them were masters and apprentices who had known each other for a long time.

Mu Shuning calculated half-asleep and half-awakened, Yan Qingshi's master-apprentice relationship with "Qin Yuxing" was only nearly four months.

From the beginning of the hour and the return of the hour, Mu Shuning persisted for more than two months.

In the past two months, Mu Shuning has reached the cultivation of the middle stage of foundation building, and the "Blazing Fire Technique" has already practiced the sixth move. It's just that the difficulty after the fifth move of "Blazing Flame Jue" is very different from the previous one, so Mu Shuning pretended to be a little more realistic, and he has been "confused" for four or five days on the sixth move.

Yan Qingshi was not in a hurry, so he simply began to preach to him, so that he could make a breakthrough in his mood.

In this way, Mu Shuning's foundation was quite solid, which was different from those elixirs piled up. Although he is only a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, it is not a problem to skip the level and fight in the early stage of Bigu.

And Yan Qingshi has always pressed Mu Shuning's cultivation, so that his realm is stable, and he will advance when he has no choice but to do so.

According to Qin Yuxing's original tattered body, it was already against the sky to be able to have such a cultivation speed.

During the past two months, Chu Yuqing had come to Yan Qing several times to make decisions about major matters within the sect, and happened to meet Yan Qingshi teaching Mu Shuning by hand, Chu Yuqing smiled softly: "My junior brother has made so much progress these days. ”

That smile made Mu Shuning shudder.

The Heavenly Dao Sect needs to hold a general meeting once every six months, and all the members of the Heavenly Dao Sect cannot be absent, and Yan Qingshi, as the leader, needs to go there earlier.

Therefore, on this day, Yan Qingshi called Mu Shuning to the study and instructed: "For the teacher's trip, you have to leave the Heavenly Dao people for seven days, and in the past few days, your task is to practice the sixth style, can you do it?" ”

Mu Shuning looked up at him, after more than two months of getting along, Mu Shuning was not so cramped when he faced Yan Qing, Mu Shuning thought about it and said, "Yes." ”

In the afternoon of the same day, Yan Qingshi went to the Heavenly Dao Sect with confidence.

However, no one expected that the accident happened suddenly.

That night, Mu Shuning was going to try to play Freehand, but when he just put his hand on Freehand, he suddenly felt a blur in front of him, and a feeling of suffocation surged in his chest. The body fell limply to the ground.

Before fainting, he still thought: "If Chu Yuqing comes over, I will definitely die." ”

Three days later, Mu Shuning woke up.

After waking up, Mu Shuning's first reaction was that this coma was exactly the same as the last time he was in the Taixu Secret Realm. He counted the time, and it was exactly three months apart.

He moved his body slightly, lying unconscious on the cold ground for three days, and it would not be better no matter what. But when I woke up this time, except for some soreness in my back and neck, I was not bad in other places, and my mental strength was quite abundant.

Mu Shuning's expression was solemn, and he suddenly remembered that the last time he woke up in the secret realm, he didn't know if it was a coincidence or it should have been.

Fortunately, Chu Yuqing has not come back in the past three days, otherwise Mu Shuning really doesn't dare to guarantee that a person like Chu Yuqing who is jealous by nature will not do anything. The last time he missed in the Void Secret Realm, he must have accumulated anger in his heart, and he might hold back a big one at some point.

Although Mu Shuning was irritable in his heart, he was also helpless about his current physical condition. He didn't even know how he had come back to life now, let alone eradicate the current situation where he was about to faint once every three months.

He raised his hand to light the candle and sat cross-legged behind the freehand.

The warm orange candlelight illuminates the freehand black body, which makes this piano very textured, and Mu Shuning caresses the body and can't put it down.

His heart moved slightly, and Mu Shuning raised his hand to pluck the strings.

At that moment, the wail almost made the sky collapse.

Mu Shuning's whole body trembled, only hating that he didn't grow four hands to cover his ears.

The plucked strings just now were earth-shattering, and the sound of the piano was like the screeching sound of a blunt knife sawing wood, tearing his eardrums strongly and cruelly, and for a while, Mu Shuning had an unbearable headache.

The piano is a good piano, and the luthier is also a good luthier, but why does it make that kind of sound? Could it be that positive is negative, and playing freehand must be a person who doesn't know anything about the piano?

Apparently impossible.

Mu Shuning's fingers were stagnant on the freehand, and his mind was far away.

Heavenly Dao people.

A conference lasts five days, and the first day went well.

Yan Qingshi was still dressed as usual, standing on the high platform and silently watching the members leave, he was extremely lazy to wear fancy clothes on this formal occasion, trivial and inconvenient, only in the cultivation realm, no one dared to raise any objections, Yan Qingshi was not happy to do this, so he came so casually.

At night, Yan Qingshi put on a robe and knocked on the door of the "Xuan" number.

There are fixed residences of the four major sects in the Heavenly Dao Sect, which are used by the heads of the sects to temporarily live and provide convenience, and the door number is taken from the first word of the sect.

In the "Xuan" number door, it must be Wu Moyu, the leader of the Xuanyue Poison Sect.

Yan Qingshi spoke coldly, without the slightest greeting, and said in the first sentence: "Mo Yu, you have failed." ”