In these days when Yan Qingshi was not in Wanjian Peak, Mu Shuning's life was quite relaxed, and there was nothing else to do every day except fiddling with freehand. No one bothered him on Wanjian Peak, sometimes he set up a fire to study the tricks of barbecue, and sometimes went to the hot springs in the back mountain to flutter and flutter, in short, there was not a moment when he was practicing Yan Qing to explain his business.

It's a pity that the freehand really doesn't give face, and every time Mu Shuning plays the tune, it is ridiculous.

After a few days like this, it was the day when Yan Qing came back from the Heavenly Dao Sect. Recently, the cultivation realm has been peaceful, and the demon realm is afraid of Yan Qingshi's existence and does not dare to invade at will, so the Heavenly Dao Congregation meeting is also a disguised Heavenly Dao Congregation, and the members of the Heavenly Dao Congregation are pulling together, gathering together, chatting about what they have seen and heard, and there are not many people who discuss serious matters.

However, this can't be completely said that they are corpses vegetarian, you must know that the members of the Heavenly Dao are all figures who stand at the peak of the strength of the cultivation realm, they have the means, they have the prestige, and they can scare people into trembling if they just take out a name. Although they are so relaxed on the surface, they are actually more beautiful than monkeys in their hearts.

Therefore, Yan Qingshi will not be entangled in official business.

Mu Shuning's small days were so moist that he directly forgot the days when Yan Qingshi returned to the back of his head.

Therefore, when Yan Qingshi followed the sound of the piano with a cold face and pushed open Mu Shuning's door, Mu Shuning was shocked, and the ugly sound of the child crying and the sick prisoner crying blood came to an abrupt end.

Yan Qingshi: "......"

Mu Shuning was sincerely frightened, and hurriedly stood up: "Master, why are you ...... today?" No...... Can everything go smoothly in the Heavenly Dao? ”

Mu Shuning originally wanted to ask Yan Qingshi why he came back today, but after calculating it in his mind, could it just be that he came back today, so he hurriedly changed his words and asked Yan Qingshi what he liked to hear.

Yan Qingshi's whole body was cold, looking at him without saying a word.

Mu Shuning has no bottom in his heart, Yan Qingshi is undoubtedly intimidating at this time, Mu Shuning doesn't dare to make a mistake, he can only lower his head, roll his eyelids up, and secretly look at him, the master who can scare people to death when he gets angry.

The master and apprentice didn't know how long the stalemate lasted, but Yan Qingshi first restrained his outgoing aura and asked, "Have you accepted the freehand?" ”

Mu Shuning was stunned for a moment, and was about to speak, but Yan Qingshi, who was a little anxious in his heart, seemed to have been poked in the heart.

Yan Qingshi's tone was a little heavier, and he hurriedly said: "Qin Yuxing, you didn't pay attention to a word as a teacher?" Freehand is a magic piano, a piano that can make people go crazy, and can only grow up with the master's mental and spiritual power as nourishment, your current strength is not enough to control it, and you are so disgusted with your long life? ”

Mu Shuning began to follow Yan Qingshi's words for a moment. Yan Qingshi saw that his liver was on fire at this time, and a cold breath suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he couldn't wait to dig out Mu Shuning's brain to relieve his hatred.

Mu Shuning knelt down and said: "Master is angry, the disciple definitely didn't take the words of the master to heart, the disciple was just curious just now, and he didn't hold back, so he played it, and the disciple obeyed the instructions of the master and didn't think about it." ”

After venting just now, Yan Qingshi finally calmed down, and he regretted his impulse just now.

He swept his eyes, and saw that the spiritual power around Mu Shuning's body flowed smoothly, without any sense of stagnation, and he was sober, not at all like he was being controlled by freehand, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and his face was no longer so scary.

Mu Shuning's face softened when he saw Yan Qingshi, knowing that the catastrophe just now was over, but at the same time, he felt that Yan Qingshi was a little abnormal.

It stands to reason that if Yan Qingshi returned to Wanjian Peak, the first thing he heard was such an ugly piano sound, shouldn't he throw himself out directly? Why do you still think about it, and care about whether he accepts freehand.

Mu Shuning said sincerely: "The disciple will never dare to disobey the master's order. ”

Yan Qingshi's face softened a little after hearing this, and he suddenly walked over, pinching Mu Shuning's pulse with one hand, Mu Shuning's heartbeat was a little faster, and there was no other phenomenon, and only after he was really sure that Mu Shuning's pulse was normal, he let go of his hand and said, "Follow me." ”

Mu Shuning stood up and followed Yan Qingshi out without saying a word. I don't know if it was his delusion just now, he seemed to feel Yan Qingshi's hand trembling slightly when it caught his pulse, as if something had happened that scared Yan Qingshi.

Thinking of this, Mu Shuning smiled self-deprecatingly: "How can there be anything in this world that can make your master afraid. ”

Mu Shuning thought that Yan Qingshi would take him to the study, but Yan Qingshi stood in the courtyard and stopped leaving, beckoning to him.

Mu Shuning hurriedly walked over and stopped three or four steps opposite Yan Qingshi.

I saw Yan Qingshi take out a short sword and throw it at him in the air.

Mu Shuning suddenly raised his hand to take it, and when he held it in his hand, he pulled the sword out of the sheath before he began to look at it carefully.

The short sword was light and thin, and the blade was as clear as water, and when seen in the sunlight, the blade reflected a faint red. Mu Shuning took a cursory look, and was surprised in his heart, the heavenly order was under the magic weapon.

Mu Shuning raised his head and found that Yan Qingshi had been looking at him with a faint expression.

"Master, what is this?"

"The palace master of Lancang Palace is an idle and useless thing for self-defense," Yan Qingshi didn't raise his eyelids, "Idle is also idle, thinking that you haven't had a weapon to take advantage of, I asked for it for you as a teacher." ”

Where is it begged, this is obviously forged and refined by Yan Qing after spending five long nights in the Heavenly Dao people. During the day, he had to organize meetings, and at night he had to polish the sword, although the cultivator could not sleep after opening the valley, but he was also tired from turning his mind for five consecutive days.

Mu Shuning didn't think much about it, he held the short sword in his hand and waved it, feeling quite handy.

Yan Qingshi said, "Try to inject spiritual power into the short sword." ”

Mu Shuning did so, and when his spiritual power was injected into the short sword, he suddenly felt that his spiritual power was wrapped in a rather gentle force, guiding his small wisp of spiritual power to flow in the short sword, as if this sword had been waiting for a long time, just waiting for Mu Shuning, the owner it had already identified, to take it away.

In an instant, the smooth crimson light enveloped the entire sword body, and the short sword suddenly grew like a trick, becoming the size of a normal long sword, and the breeze was sassy, and the iron was sharpened like clay.

Mu Shuning was surprised in his heart, and when he pulled out his spiritual power, the luster of the short sword also became dim, and it changed back to its original size.

Mu Shuning was puzzled: "How can this ......?" What he wanted to ask was how the weapon of the palace master of the Lancang Palace could accept his spiritual power so defenselessly, and almost recognized the master the moment his spiritual power entered, but after thinking about it, he felt that he was suspicious of being cheap and obedient by asking this way.

Yan Qingshi sensed his question, and said: "This weapon is like this, it has a warm temperament, and it will not be rejected by external forces, and the palace master has Shui Aya on his body, so naturally he will not accept this short sword again, you can name it." ”

Mu Shuning thought for a while, and then said: "Gallop to the north of the horse to be arrogant, singing to the south wind to the sound of death, galloping song." ”

At this time, Mu Shuning, who was wild and unrestrained in his heart, was reborn once, and felt as if he had everything in his hands, as long as he was given time, he would be invincible. He was oppressed in the previous life, and he will do it all over again in this life, so that no one in this world dares to bully him and insult him again. Therefore, even the name of his own sword carries a bit of arrogance and conceit.

So much so that when he recalled this scene in the future, he only wanted to stuff the no-one self back into his cold shell.

As soon as the words fell, Yan Qingshi's eyes all fell on Mu Shuning, and he said after a long time: "I just hope you don't let it live up to this name." ”

"The disciple will not let this name be insulted here."

Yan Qingshi raised his hand, directly opened the Heavenly Fantasy Realm, and said in a deep voice: "The sixth form of the "Blazing Fire Technique", let the teacher take a look. ”

Mu Shu poured spiritual power into Chi Ge in an instant, and the whole person suddenly seemed to be like a sword out of the sheath, and the edge was difficult to hide.

Yan Qingshi looked at Mu Shuning's state and frowned slightly.

As soon as Chi Ge came into contact with the spiritual power, he burst into flames, the sword light was shining, and the blade was thin and translucent, which did not make people doubt its power at all.

There are a total of nine styles in the "Blazing Fire Technique", the more difficult it is to learn the more you go, and the natural power is getting bigger and bigger, in the previous life, Mu Shuning only learned the seventh form, and before the eighth form could break through, he was driven out of the Quiet Dome Mountain.

The power of the sixth form was already quite large, and the raging flames wrapped around the sword body that had turned red, roaring towards Yan Qingshi.

Mu Shuning didn't use all his strength, and there was no need to use all his strength, Yan Qingshi was a peak that he would never be able to surpass.

After this competition, Yan Qingshi glanced at Mu Shuning lightly, and didn't say a word, only asking him to come back tomorrow.

Mu Shuning nodded yes.

For several days in a row, Mu Shuning went to Yan Qingshi on time, Yan Qingshi competed with him every time, Mu Shuning did not shirk, when he drew his sword, the momentum of the whole person changed suddenly, and it was like being unsheathed, and his edge was exposed.

On this day, Yan Qingshi's brows tightened, and he finally shouted to stop.

There was a faint hint of red in Mu Shuning's eyes, but it disappeared suddenly after Yan Qing shouted to stop.

Yan Qingshi said: "Qin Yuxing, do you know what we cultivators are cultivating?" ”

Mu Shuning has been instilled with the idea of cultivating the mind since she was a child, and after listening to it too much, her ears will get bored. ”

Yan Qingshi continued: "The life of a cultivator is so long that it is almost the same as that of heaven and earth, and apart from the laws of the Heavenly Dao, the only thing that can restrain a cultivator is the original heart. ”

Mu Shuning didn't know why, he always felt that Yan Qingshi's preaching was a little unpleasant.

"Since the day of the establishment of the Jingqiongshan School, there has been an eight-character admonition of 'self-humility, self-discipline, self-reflection, and self-encouragement', and self-denial and helping others is the original heart of cultivation."

"Yuxing, you're not enough."

These six words, like a fire, lit Mu Shuning, he only felt that his heart was burning hot, and there was an inexplicable voice of rebuttal in his heart, and he used all his strength to refute Yan Qingshi's words.

"My talent is higher than ordinary people, those stupid eight-character admonitions are just high-sounding excuses used by ordinary people to find their own low strength, I am better than them, how can I use these ridiculous tricks?" Of course, Mu Shuning only shouted these words in his heart, but did not say them.

So much so that Mu Shuning didn't notice how terrifying his expression was now. He clenched his teeth, and when his eyes stared at Yan Qing in a daze, several extremely thin blood streaks appeared on his eyeballs, which were hideous and terrifying, and the green tendons on his forehead also appeared, which was diametrically opposed to his usual gentle and humble appearance.