"Mo Ci, let me tell you a story."

Wood still had his eyes closed, and he spoke in a sad tone.

"Once upon a time, there was a young man who was born in the mountains and wilderness, and he was the most talented among the same batch of beginner disciples.

After adapting to the life of the sect, he soon emerged.

But because he became famous at a young age, his Dao heart was unstable.

During an outing, he was bewitched by a monster and fell into a trap, which not only severely damaged Doki, but also killed his friend who came to save him.

From that day on, he could no longer hold a sword in his hand. ”

"Mo Ci, you are stronger than him, so you will definitely go further."

As the words fell, Wood opened his eyes suddenly, and there was an indescribable persistence in his eyes when he looked at Mo Ci.

Mo Ci's heart was shocked.

She always thought that Wood's care for her was for Lu Daming's sake, but it turned out that there were more complicated reasons behind this.

It is no wonder that Wood, as a monk in the late stage of foundation building, is willing to stay in the front mountain, with a group of miscellaneous disciples as his companion.

Thinking that he couldn't face his fellow disciples, he voluntarily came to be punished.

Now from him, it is difficult to see the high-spirited teenager in the story.

Wood is helping her, and he is also helping his former self, a Tianjiao who has fallen before he has even risen.

"I will."

Mo Ci replied solemnly.

Whatever Wood did for her, she accepted it.

"Good, good, good!" Wood said a few yes, and then laughed.

He smiled and smiled, and the corners of his eyes suddenly glistened with tears.

I don't know if I think of my former self, or the friend who risked his life to save him.

Since the two talked about that day, the estrangement between Mo Ci and Wood in the past has faded a lot, and the relationship has become more and more harmonious.

When the spring flowers bloomed, Mo Ci's cultivation was promoted from the sixth layer of qi refining to the seventh layer of qi refining.

Her cultivation speed that was different from ordinary people once again aroused everyone's suspicions.

Her daily whereabouts have also become the focus of attention.

Mo Ci found that someone was following him for several days, so he could only temporarily give up practicing the Rakshasa Blood Record and start practicing spells.

In addition, during this period of time, she took over the task of delivering food to the Baiyun Cave Mansion of Tianchi Peak, and finally became familiar in front of the Baiyun Cave Lord and his three disciples.

The Baiyun Cave Lord is obsessed with cultivation and never asks about trivial matters, so far, Mo Ci has only entered the cave once and seen him from afar, and he has not even been able to see his appearance clearly.

The master of Baiyun Cave has three disciples, and the eldest disciple Song Ling'er has the most contact with her, and they are both women, and the relationship between the two is the closest.

The second disciple Feng Chang'an is taciturn, and the third disciple Tang Wen has a detached personality.

Neither of them thought much of Mo Ci's status as a miscellaneous disciple and rarely talked to her.

Mo Ci never cared, even if she wanted to apprentice, she would not gain the approval of the White Cloud Cave Lord by currying favor with them.

Song Ling'er was willing to associate with her, so she only talked to Song Ling'er.

It just so happened that Song Ling'er was eccentric and articulate, and from her mouth, Mo Ci learned a lot of news that was only circulated in the inner mountains.

For example, half a month later, the sect will hold an inner door competition in the sect square, and all inner disciples who have not reached the Jindan stage will participate.

Song Ling'er sat on a boulder, put her hands on her cheeks, and muttered softly: "This time, the sect Xiaobi must be in the limelight again." Last year, half of the top ten disciples in the foundation building period were from Sunset Peak. ”

Mo Ci's eyes flashed.

She wasn't surprised by the result.

After all, Sunset Peak has Shen Yunge, who is favored by the Heavenly Dao, and his luck will naturally not be bad.

She's very interested in the inner door Xiaobi.

Mo Ci had never observed the exchange of inner disciples, and she wanted to know the actual combat level of the inner disciples who had received the orthodox training of the sect.

Just when Mo Ci was thinking silently, Song Ling'er couldn't help but say: "I heard that this time the top ten of the sect can also represent the sect to communicate with other sects, I will definitely be out of action this time." ”

Song Ling'er sighed, she had built her foundation for less than two years, and it was impossible for her to win a ranking in the sect's small competition in a short period of time.

When she said this, she suddenly remembered something, glanced at Mo Ci, then shook her head, and said with some regret: "Mo Ci, if you are an inner disciple, maybe you can get a ranking among the qi refining disciples." ”

Before Mo Ci could answer, a lively voice sounded from behind the two.

"Senior Sister Song, you might as well count on her to win the ranking, it is better to count on your own junior brother, I am now at the eighth level of qi refining."

Tang Wen held his chin high and jumped out from behind the boulder.

"You?" Song Ling'er glanced him up and down, and sneered, "Little junior brother, it wasn't the senior sister who hit you, you, it's still a little worse." ”

"Hmph, I'm not as good as her!"

Tang Wen is fourteen years old this year, the same age as Mo Ci, and there is still a childishness on his face.

At this time, he was glaring at Mo Ci with a dissatisfied expression.

He hated Mo Ci in the first place, not because Mo Ci was a miscellaneous disciple, but because Mo Ci grabbed the attention of his senior sister as soon as he came.

Obviously, he is the junior brother of the senior sister, but since the senior sister met Mo Ci, she has often talked about her, and now she still says that he is not as good as Mo Ci?

Tang Wen was so angry that his cheeks bulged.

Song Ling'er pursed her lips, "Senior brother, will Senior Sister lie to you?" ”

"It's not for sure, don't you lie to me less!" Tang Wen folded his fingers as he spoke, and calculated, "Last month, you asked me Lingshi to buy pills, but the result was that you secretly bought a new Liuxian skirt. Last month, you stole a piece of the snack Master gave me, and lied to me that there were only two pieces. Last month, you ......"

"That's enough, shut up."

Song Ling'er jumped and covered Tang Wen's mouth with a red face.

Tang Wen shouted loudly while struggling, "Anyway, what you said doesn't count!" I'm just better than Mo Ci! ”

Song Ling'er saw that he insisted on his opinion, rolled her eyes, put her hand down, and cleared her throat, "Ahem, since you are not convinced, why don't you have a competition with Mo Ci?" ”

Mo Ci and Tang Wen were both stunned.

Tang Wen reacted quickly, clapping his hands excitedly and shouting: "Okay, it's better than it, who's afraid of whom!" ”

He won't lose!

Mo Ci hesitated and did not speak.

Tang Wen snorted, "What? Are you scared? ”

Song Ling'er walked up to Mo Ci, "Mo Ci, do you have any concerns?" ”

"I've never been ...... with anyone"

I don't know if it's going to be too heavy.

Song Ling'er smiled heartily, "It's okay, he has rough skin and thick meat, and with me, nothing will happen." ”

After speaking, she winked playfully at Mo Ci, "Don't let me lose." ”

Mo Ci also wanted to test his current strength, so he nodded and agreed.

Together, the three of them walked to the huge platform in front of the attic.

Mo Ci and Tang Wen each stood aside.

Song Ling'er stood in the middle, "This time the exchange is over, and you can't hurt anyone." ”

Tang Wen: "Don't worry, senior sister." ”

Mo Ci nodded.

Song Ling'er took a few steps back.

"It's time to go."

As soon as the words fell, Tang Wen pinched his hands, and his figure disappeared in place in the blink of an eye, accompanied by a breeze.

At the same time, two figures appeared by the window on the second floor of the attic.