When he left the customs, he was covered in wounds and dirt.

Everyone else said congratulations, but he rushed to the top of the main hall and took the ink dyeing song away.

"When I took her back, the previous Sect Master was drawing on paper, and the ink rendered the white paper." Yu's eyes softened slightly: "At that time, I thought of the name of the ink dyeing song. To be the ink stained with white paper, to draw the life you want as you want, and to sing loudly is better than being forced to accept the white paper of ink and be at the mercy of others. ”

Raising the ink dyeing song is undoubtedly difficult for a man who has not banned words.

For the first time in his life, Yuxu noticed the trickiness, but it was also the first time he noticed excitement.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is still the successor and the third uncle.

But beside Mo Dye Ge, he sensed that he was alive.

The ink dyeing song is getting bigger and bigger, and the ones are getting more and more beautiful, and they are also popular female cultivators in the Kunlun Sect, and there is no shortage of people to be attentive.

Then, dad Yuxu felt that he had to choose a good husband for his apprentice.

The Zhang family is too fat, the Li family is too thin, the Liu family has a fox smell, and the Huang family is still a broken sleeve.

Yuxu Cao broke his heart, and when Mo Dye Ge learned about it, he laughed three times:

- No matter how good others are, how can there be one thousandth of a master? Mo Dye Ge wants to marry in this life, and he also wants to marry someone like his master.

The sun was just right that day, and the ink dyed song turned his back to the light, stabbing Yuxu's eyes.

- Nonsense.

He replied like this, in exchange for the crisp laughter and fiery eyes of the ink dyeing song, which made his heart beat abnormally.

The words of the ink dyeing song reached the ears of the previous sect master, and the ink dyeing song was expelled from the sect as quickly as possible, and he would never step into the Kunlun sect for half a step.

Losing the ink-dyed song, the jade is as empty as falling into the ice cellar.

- Yuxu, you are the future sect master, how can you keep Xiao by your side to miss your wild apprentice? I have already booked a family affair for you, the eldest lady of the Holy Maiden Sect, and you are the best match!

Yuxu nodded, turned around and went back to cultivate.

The days continued to be the same, and his cultivation grew day by day, and he reaped more praise, as well as more loneliness when he dreamed back at midnight.

The previous sect master also seemed to feel that he was a little excessive, so he picked a wooden one among the core disciples and sent it to Yuxu's courtyard.

Yuxu sent it back, citing the waste of cultivation time.

After a few years, Yuxu finally broke through the Mahayana period, and he could finally leave the Kunlun Sect.

The previous sect master took him to participate in various competitions, making him famous in the cultivation realm.

He has also seen the demeanor of the outside world, but he always feels that he is not as brilliant as the vain said.

He thought that he might not be able to find the ink dyeing song until he saw the ink dyeing song on the stage competing with a male cultivator.

The male cultivator is the suitor of the ink dyeing song, and he is also a famous genius in the cultivation world, he was born rich and handsome, and he laughed heartily, and even said that if he won the ring competition, he would marry the ink dyeing song.

"And then?" Jun Shangye raised his eyebrows, quite interested.

Yuxu glanced at Jun Shangxie obliquely, and said lightly: "Then I came to the stage and broke his leg." ”

"Ahem, ahem." Yin Wushuang, who was drinking tea, choked.

"Mo Dye Ge said that he only marries someone like me, and this person doesn't even have half of my cultivation, so what qualifications do you have to let Mo Dye Ge marry him?" Yu was calm and relaxed, and picked up the teacup: "If you speak wildly, you will have to pay the price." ”

"I can understand that you have eaten the vinegar of that male cultivator?" Yin Wushuang twisted his eyebrows.

The movement of Yuxu's hand stiffened, he put down the teacup, and nodded generously: "Yes, I'm vinegar." The person who secretly kisses the ink-dyed song every night is me; In order to leave the Kunlun Sect to find her, the person who worked hard to advance was me. In that case, how qualified is that male cultivator to let Mo Dye Ge marry him in front of me? ”