Inside the Mozhu Pavilion

Miao Yuan lay on the stone case and didn't want to speak.

Murong Feng continued: "Senior Sister Yuntong, who attacked Senior Brother Hanmo, was fined 100,000 years of confinement, hand-copied the rules of the sect a hundred times, and commanded twenty times, and——"

Miao Yuan looked up at him from between her arms, her expression was very serious and focused, as if she was bound to hear what kind of punishment she was subjected to.

"Kicked out of the master's door, from now on, he will no longer be a closed disciple of Elder Fanli, and he will stay in the Fanyin Pavilion for the time being."

She chuckled, "This is the punishment she deserves." ”

"But the punishment is still a bit heavy." Murong Feng couldn't help but say what was in his heart.

"On the rules of the sect, this article is specially marked, I remember that anyone who sneaks up on the disciples of the competition after the end of the competition will be imprisoned for 100,000 years, punished for copying the rules of the sect a hundred times, and there is also a precept of 20 times, and there is no expulsion from the master."

"And why is that?" Miao Yuan also wanted to know the reason for this, why.

Murong Feng shook his head, "I don't know much about this, but I'm afraid it's ......"

"I'm afraid that the decision made by the painting elder to punish Yun Tong for the sake of the big snake?!" Miao Yuan guessed casually.

Murong Feng still shook his head, "It shouldn't be, after all, Elder Painting is not Yuntong's master, Elder Fanli is." ”

Miao Yuan pouted, "So what?" His own closed disciple was attacked, and the painting elder would more or less protect him. ”

Although he was not very good to the big snake, just the injuries she saw, she had already guessed that the big snake was punished by him several times.

But after all, he is the master of the big snake, and the big snake is still his closed disciple, and now the big snake has been bullied, and he, who is a master, will help the big snake in a reasonable way.

Murong Feng followed her words and said, "But Elder Fanli will definitely protect Yuntong, but why this is still the case, it is unknown." ”

"What do you care about so much?" Miao Yuan unhappily pushed away the teacup in front of her, and lay on the stone case without love in her whole life, her two slender arms stretched out lazily, and she was about to touch the teacup in front of Murong Feng.

"I'm about to go to the person who is being trained in front of the master, and I don't care what happens to her."

"How did you go to training?" Murong Feng took away the tea cup in front of him, for fear that he would be knocked down by her, and then he would burn her again.

"You want to follow the master and learn more advanced techniques and cultivation, how can you be trained?"

"How can it not be training?" Miao Yuan wore a beautiful purple hair, and looked at him with a puffed face, because the warm sun behind him was bright and the sun was good, and there was a little more colorful glow on his body, and his cheeks were also a little red and warm.

"The prestige of the master is all over the world, who doesn't know? Compared with his father, he is too much. If I have a choice, I don't want to go to him to practice and be reprimanded by him, so I might as well follow Senior Brother Murong to come freely. ”

Murong Feng was surprised, but he was a little happy in his heart, "You... Do you really want to be by my side? ”

She nodded, "Well, I think my brother taught me very well." ”

She likes his teaching style, not arrogant or impatient, step by step, she can learn solidly and solidly.

He smiled, very happy, a joy that has been rare for hundreds of thousands of years, "Okay, then, I'll help you ask the master when I go back." ”

"Okay, then thank you, senior brother." Miao Yuan hurriedly sat up, took the cup that had been pushed away by herself, and stood up to salute him.

Murong Feng picked up his teacup and touched her carefully, "Senior sister is polite." ”

The two of them drank tea happily, chatted, and sat in the warm Mozhu Pavilion, talking and laughing, so cheerful and warm.

In the eyes of others, this is really very dazzling and unspeakable.

He turned around and left, the Moon Heart Sword in his hand was numb, and the green tendons were bursting, which showed that the emotions in his heart were endured to the extreme.

Inside the Hibiscus Mountains

Xuanting Courtyard

As soon as Hua Rong saw him enter the door with a bad face, she was so frightened that she put down the tea cup she was secretly drinking in her hand.

"Why did the senior brother come back so quickly, didn't you say that you went to find Senior Sister Miaoyuan to practice swords?"

Finally, he got free, he also got free, after finishing a busy morning, he went to accompany Miaoyuan's little sister to practice swords, and he came over to rub some fresh spirit tea to drink.

Why didn't he finish drinking a cup of tea, he came back in such a hurry, his face was still ugly, he was beaten?

"It's okay," Han Mo calmed his face, raised his feet and walked to the inner room, and without saying a word, he lay on the bed, and closed his eyes without even taking off his shoes and socks.

Hua Rong followed him in, "What's the matter?" ”

Is it okay for him to do this? I lay down without saying a word, and I didn't want to talk to anyone, and I still called it okay.

Han Mo closed his eyes and didn't speak, but it wasn't that he didn't want to pay attention to Hua Rong, but that he himself was now attacked by anger, and he was afraid that what he said would hurt people again.

What's more, he didn't want to take his anger out on others, so he had to endure it alone.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that the more he didn't speak, the more anxious Hua Rong became.

He stepped forward, patted him on the leg, and guessed wildly: "Is it that Senior Sister Miaoyuan is not in Fenglingxuan, or is someone who has made a war against you?" ”

"Neither." Han Mo opened his eyes and sat up to look at him, his eyes full of seriousness and deep inquiry.

"Senior brother—"

Hua Rong suddenly saw him sit up, and even his expression became obsessed, and he felt that this matter was afraid that he would be embarrassed, "How... What's wrong? ”

"...... you say" Han Mo's words came to his lips, and he swallowed back very unconfidently.

"What?" He was about to die of waiting for Hua Rong.

What's the matter with this man? Isn't his temperament daring to speak out, and he is not afraid of heaven and earth? Why can't you say a word now, just spitting and spitting, spitting and spitting, which makes people really anxious to watch.

"That's ......" Han Mo raised his head again, and said very solemnly: "Senior Brother Murong's cultivation is geometric?" ”

"Huh?!" Hua Rong was speechless when she heard it, and she held back such a sentence for a long time?

But looking at him, it didn't look like a joke, Hua Rong let out a breath, walked to the place next to his bed and sat down.

"Don't you know? Senior Brother Murong's cultivation is around 2.8 million years, and he is about to become a teacher. ”

"Then, if I fight with him—"

Hua Rong turned her head to look at him, "Are you crazy?" ”

With his cultivation, he still wants to challenge Murong Feng? Isn't it self-inflicted? I still think that my situation at the moment is not dangerous enough, and I still want to compete with Senior Brother Murong.

Han Mo lowered his head, and his voice was a little deep, "As long as I compete with him, won't all the problems be solved?" ”

The current predicament, the current situation, and the current ......

"It's not that what's wrong with you?!" Hua Rong turned to look at him, "Did you go to Senior Sister Miaoyuan, what stimulated you?" ”

Hanmo didn't speak.

Hua Rong's eyes widened suddenly, "No, what are you really stimulated?!" ”