"Chang'an, in your opinion, which of the two of them will win?"

"Mo Ci."

"Why?"

"She looks very calm."

"Yes, yes."

……

Tang Wen was excited.

Under the effect of the Wind Resisting Technique, his figure quickly approached Mo Ci, and several cyan wind blades condensed in his palm.

Soon, he was able to prove to his senior sister that he was stronger than Mo Ci.

Just when he was less than a foot away from Mo Ci, he threw the wind blade in his hand in the direction of Mo Ci, his eyes flashing with fine light.

"You're going to lose!"

However, to his surprise, Mo Ci not only did not dodge, but took a step forward.

The distance between the two quickly narrowed, and the wind blade was about to approach Mo Ci's face.

Tang Wen was taken aback, and subconsciously scolded: "You are sick......"

Bang bang bang!

His voice faded into a series of collisions.

Tang Wen watched dumbfounded as his wind blades were broken one by one by the wind blades that appeared at some point.

When he came back to his senses, he saw Mo Ci distancing himself from him again, standing not far from the opposite side, bowing his head slightly at him, and saying "concede".

Tang Wen almost jumped up, "What do you mean!" I haven't lost yet! ”

Just a tie at best!

Syllable!

Tang Wen covered his head and looked at Song Ling'er in disbelief, extremely aggrieved: "Senior sister! ”

Song Ling'er rolled her eyes: "Fool, look at your chest." ”

Tang Wen looked down.

A long opening was cut out of the placket of his chest, revealing a white undergarment.

If it is heavier, it will see blood.

Tang Wen's face was red, and he was speechless.

Song Ling'er ignored him and walked quickly in front of Mo Ci, her eyes lit up, "Okay, good, Mo Ci, you really didn't disappoint me!" You learned the art of resisting the wind from Chef Wu, you have already mastered the essence. ”

Mo Ci smiled.

The master did instruct her a lot of skills, but her real master was actually Fang Yunlang, or Fang Yunlang's memory.

When Fang Yunlang was cultivating in Qingyun Sect back then, he had never slackened off and worked diligently, otherwise he would not have attracted jealousy.

"Practice makes perfect."

Mo Ci's answer was ambiguous, and Song Ling'er felt that she had guessed correctly, and the smile on her face was even worse.

Her master, the Baiyun Cave Master, had a close relationship with Chef Wu, and she also knew some things about Chef Wu's past.

Since Chef Wu can treat Mo Ci differently, it means that Mo Ci must have a different past, so her attitude towards Mo Ci has always been very friendly.

Today, after seeing Mo Ci and the little junior brother learning and discovering that Mo Ci's strength was even better, she couldn't help but add a touch of appreciation to her eyes when she looked at Mo Ci.

But she suddenly thought of something, and a depressed look appeared on her face.

She sighed and glanced back at Tang Wen again, "Alas, junior brother can't even beat you, it seems that his desire to be among the top disciples in the Qi refining period is in vain." ”

"Humph!"

Tang Wen snorted angrily, pouted and ran into the attic.

He doesn't pay attention to his sister!

He also has to retreat and cultivate!

In the attic, the lord of Baiyun Cave smiled and leaned back and forth.

Feng Changan was quite speechless.

When his own junior brother lost to a miscellaneous disciple from an outer sect, the senior sister and the master not only did not comfort him, but also ridiculed him, and even he couldn't help but feel a trace of pity for his junior brother.

"Chang'an, what do you think of this girl Mo Ci?"

After the Baiyun Cave Lord finished laughing, Zhengse asked.

Feng Changan thought for a moment and said: "The foundation is solid, calm and introverted, but the personality seems to be a little withdrawn. ”

He paused for a moment and asked rhetorically, "Master wants to accept apprentices again?" ”

When the Baiyun Cave Lord accepted Tang Wen, he said that he would not accept apprentices in the future, so Feng Changan had this question.

The master of Baiyun Cave sighed with emotion: "Originally, I was entrusted by others, but now I really have the intention of accepting apprentices, and I am not afraid of being withdrawn, I am only afraid that she will not be able to achieve great things." ”

When Mo Ci was in contact with Song Ling'er, the Baiyun Cave Lord was not observing her.

The more he looked, the more satisfied he became.

Feng Changan looked at Mo Ci who was talking to Song Ling'er below.

She was still cold and indifferent, unsmiling, as if the exchange just now was just a trivial matter.

Feng Changan felt that if Mo Ci could always maintain that mentality, he would definitely be able to go further than ordinary people.

It's just that......

"I heard Senior Sister say that Mo Ci is the Four Spirit Roots."

There were nearly a thousand disciples in the foundation building period in the Qingyun Sect, but there were only a few disciples of the four spiritual roots.

This is not discrimination.

It's the qualifications that make the difference.

The Baiyun Cave Lord smiled, "So the opportunity is in her own hands, as long as she can build a successful foundation, I will take her as an apprentice." ”

If Mo Ci fails to build a foundation, then everything is empty talk.

The Lord of the White Cloud Cave would not risk being ridiculed by others and accept a miscellaneous disciple who could not build a foundation as an apprentice.

Feng Changan nodded.

I hope Master will get what he wants.

……

After Mo Ci got the news from Song Ling'er that the sect was about to hold a small competition, he began to think about the possibility of entering the back mountain to watch the small competition.

This time, Xiaobi was able to let her quickly understand the level of the inner disciples of the Qingyun Sect, especially Shen Yunge and her senior brothers, which was very attractive to her.

Mo Ci didn't want to miss it.

But with her current strength and connections, it is almost impossible to blend into the back mountains to watch Xiaobi.

Even if she used the excuse of delivering food to blend into the back mountain, she would only be able to stay in the back mountain for three hours.

And a small sect competition lasts at least seven days.

There is not enough time at all.

Thinking that he would miss this year's Xiaobi, Mo Ci was a little impatient for several days.

Wood saw that she was upset, so he deliberately didn't break it, and asked her to go to Tianchi Peak to deliver food every once in a while.

When Mo Ci delivered the meal, he also found that the atmosphere in the back mountain became more tense.

In the past, the slightly empty martial arts arena was full of disciples competing with each other.

Song Ling'er, who used to leave her to speak, also looked like she was coming and going in a hurry.

After a few times in a row, Mo Ci couldn't help but be infected by them, and his cultivation became harder and harder, and Wood was praised for it.

Finally, the day before the upcoming mid-door competition.

Wood put down the dishes and chopsticks, and said to Mo Ci in a sparse and ordinary tone: "Tomorrow, you will go to the back mountain with me to watch the sect Xiaobi." ”

Mo Ci, who was eating, was suddenly startled, and she looked up at Wood.

Wood sat upright, trying to tighten the corners of his mouth, and a few fine lines squeezed out of the corners of his eyes.

"You already saw that?"

Wood pretended to be stupid, "See what?" ”

Mo Ci was almost laughed at.

It turned out that Wood had been going to take her to visit Xiaobi for a long time, and he knew her thoughts, but he deliberately didn't say it, just to see her anxious.

Wood was also a little weak after speaking, he coughed, and explained seriously: "Your temperament is still a little impetuous, and you still need to temper, and I am also for your good." ”

"You're right." Mo Ci replied helplessly, and he was very grateful in his heart.

Wood banished himself to the front mountain, away from the back mountain, and now he is involved again in it for the sake of Mo Ci.

No matter how cold-hearted Mo Ci is, he can't be indifferent.

She secretly resolved that if she had the opportunity, she would definitely repay the master for his kindness today.