Approaching late at night, Mu Chunyang finally finished reading the basic Mengxue classics given by his master, and it was an exaggeration to say how much knowledge he had gained, but he did benefit a lot. For example, if you can understand the meaning of a sentence after learning something you have learned before, you can only stay at the level of understanding the meaning of the sentence, and you don't want to understand it.

Reading is not necessarily for the sake of increasing talents, it can also be pleasant and reasonable, but one thing is certain, reading must be beneficial, but this is a serious book. Mr. used to talk to Mu Chunyang about this, but Mu Chunyang always agreed, the left ear went in and the right ear went out, and he didn't listen to it at all.

But fortunately, Mu Chunyang is still young, and he has time to study. It was late at night, but Mu Chunyang's sleepiness was gone, and he wandered to Xiangye's study late at night, and looked at Xiangye's estimated sleep, and it was not very convenient to get the book, no different from stealing, and was ready to go back to the room, but then he thought about it: How can the matter of a scholar be called stealing? This should be called stealing, but it is not right, it is right to call taking, well, it is to take.

Mu Chunyang sneaked to the study, pressed a piece of black, lit the oil lamp beside him, and suddenly brightened up a lot, although he had come to his father's study before, but he had never looked at it carefully, this time, hey, there are really a lot of books here, what "Sword Comes", "Sword in the Snow", "Flying Sword Preaching" and other familiar masterpieces, but Mu Chunyang did not take these books, but specially selected four Confucian classics "Analects", "Mencius", "University", "The Mean" As for why he specifically picked these four books, Mu Chunyang read the Confucian classics for an afternoon and found that the Confucian books are not only profound, but also the soul has been washed a lot.

After taking these four books, Mu Chunyang returned to the room, boiled a pot of strong tea, accompanied by the light, and waited for the study of chewing words, the flame boiled the tea, wafting out a rich fragrance of tea, and the light flickered, shining on the young man's face. Seeing this picture, I can't help but think of a poem: And try new tea with new fire, and poetry and wine take advantage of the years.

Drinking tea, it wasn't until the second half of the night that Mu Chunyang was a little sleepy, put down the "Analects" that he had read for a while, cleaned it up, and prepared to sleep.

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Hanliu Town, originally sparse people, run a half mile to see the people of three or three, near the second half of the night, this town is dark, except for the dark clouds are sometimes blown away by the wind for a short time, can see a little light, basically reach out and can't see the five fingers, deep in the town, there is a room with lights on, an old man sits in front of the bookcase, looking at the classics of the hundred schools of thought, seems to be looking for something, always looking through for a long time, nodded with satisfaction, and finally shook his head resolutely, saw the second half of the night, and finally walked out of the room, looked up at the sky, and sighed: "It's going to change!"

Suddenly, the master disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already dozens of meters in the air, facing the direction of the back mountain, he smiled, and was about to fly there, but finally gave up, and muttered in his mouth: "You planted the cause yourself, then you can bear the fruit yourself!" and then fell back to the ground and returned to the room.

There is a small mountain behind the private school where Mu Chunyang went to school in Hanliu Town, there is a hole on the mountainside behind the mountain, there is a black light shining in the cave, and the black gas of the forest continues to gush out of the hole, and it didn't take long for a man wearing a black robe and a man with scales on his hands to come out of the cave, the man exudes a strong demonic aura and demonic aura all over his body, although he looks good, he is considered to be middle and upper-class, but he is very yin, and he knows at a glance that he is not a decent person.

The man in black stood with his hands in his hands, standing at the mouth of the cave, and it didn't take long for a blood-colored light to shine, and a blood-clothed man appeared beside the black-robed man, the blood-clothed man exuded a strong demonic aura like the black-robed man, but there was no demonic energy, and the blood-clothed man said coldly: "The transformation is quite smooth, not bad." ”

The black-robed man is not as indifferent as the blood-clothed man, but the ruthlessness and coldness in his bones are the same, although he has a smile on his face, he is also very mad, and the black-robed man asked: "Brother Mo is done? It doesn't look like it, isn't it a mistake again?" Brother Mo doesn't have to be so angry, anyway, it's not the first time you missed, hahahahahahahahahahahaha

Mo Lingtao's palm trembled, and a blood-colored long sword appeared in his hand, the long sword waved, and a blood-colored sword qi slashed towards the black-robed man, but the black-robed man's body was sideways, and he easily dodged the sword qi, Although Mo Lingtao just wanted to punish him and did not do his best, but he was able to dodge it so easily, it can be seen that his strength is not ordinary, at least not under Mo Lingtao, otherwise the person is gone, it should be equal, otherwise Mo Lingtao would not dare to be so presumptuous.

Although he was almost slashed, the black-robed man still asked with a hippie smile: "Why is Brother Mo so angry? You can go and kill that Mu Chunyang directly, why are you angry at me." ”

Mo Lingtao snorted coldly, looked at the black-robed man coldly and said: "Mu Chunyang and I have no grievances, I have always wanted to kill him, you don't have to use me as a sword, but I must kill him." After finishing speaking, Mo Lingtao walked to the cave, walked behind the black-robed man and turned around and said, "Oh, by the way, you look so ugly, and you don't know how to refer to me, idiot." ”

When the blood-clothed man walked back to the cave, the black-robed man casually probed into the void, and soon a bronze mirror appeared in his hand, took a photo, felt not bad, and spat in the direction of Mo Lingtao.

In the cave, Mo Lingtao took out two urns and put them on the ground, Mo Lingtao looked at the two urns in front of him like this, his eyes were red, and the fists in his hands were clenched, and it didn't take long for the black-robed man to walk in, Mo Lingtao waved his sleeves, and the two boxes disappeared and continued to practice.

A hint of cunning flashed in the black man's eyes, but it disappeared in an instant, and then he also sat down cross-legged, put the black piece of iron in front of him, and began to practice.

In front of each of them was a black piece of iron, not big, only the size of a baby's palm, but it seemed to have a lot of power. The two pitch-black patches sensed each other, and this was the reason why Mo Lingtao ran directly here after getting the iron piece. Not only that, when the two pieces appeared at the same time, the cultivation speed of the two directly became several times that of usual, and the pitch-black demonic qi continued to pour out from the iron pieces, continuously entering the bodies of the two, and their cultivation was also improving rapidly.