"Sect Master Mo, the copy of "Under the Moon" has been engraved. ”

Zhao Qingqiu stretched his waist, and his robe wrinkled uncooperatively. It's still comfortable to wear loose clothes.

Her useless master ignored her and was carefully carving a piece of jade.

"You can still carve jade?" Zhao Qingqiu leaned over and said curiously.

"No, it won't. ”

"No wonder it's not shaped. ”

Mo Haoqiong shut up in amusement.

Nuan Yu gave birth to her soul little by little under Mo Haoqiong's carving knife. The approximate appearance is a human form.

"Who is it for?" Zhao Qingqiu was very curious for some reason.

Mo Haoqiong squinted at a certain apprentice.

"I'll tell you if I guess. ”

"It won't be a suzerain......

"That's right. Mo Haoqiong's tone was frivolous, but the work in his hand was still focused. Squinted his eyes and glanced at a certain disciple, and said slowly:

"That day, why didn't you accept Sect Master Song's invitation. Since the establishment of Sword Valley, there has never been a record of regeneration, and if you do, you will definitely be known in Sword Valley. Mo Haoqiong's tone was full of ridicule, but he seemed to be a little puzzled, "Didn't you say that you can't learn anything from me, why don't you go to Sect Master Song." ”

"You really want me to go, aren't you afraid that Yizong will be cut off?" Zhao Qingqiu's face was fierce.

"How dare I care about you. Mo Haoqiong shrugged his shoulders and let go.

"She didn't tell you.

It's me...... I don't want to call someone who looks smaller than me a master. ”

This is Zhao Qingqiu's reason.

Sword Valley is different from other sects, the generations are simple, not as good as other sects, not to mention that there are seven or eight generations, and the names are complicated. And there are only two generations in Sword Valley, the three sect masters are teachers, and the rest are all disciples.

Zhao Qingqiu twisted, she didn't want to talk to the person in front of her about what happened five days ago.

The day of the snowstorm Judah. After the end of the sect conference.

Song Moyan grabbed Mo Haoqiong and went up to Beishan, leaving Zhao Qingqiu with an arrogant back.

Zhou Zhihuan took his beloved tea set and was surrounded by a bunch of disciples and returned to Nanshan.

"If you really want to join my Qi Sect, it's very simple, you can pick a disciple at random to learn from him, if he thinks you have this qualification, you can enter the Qi Sect. ”

Song Moyan's voice surrounded Zhao Qingqiu's mind like a magic sound.

Zhao Qingqiu was struggling.

If she chooses a weaker one, it will seem that she is very anxious to enter the Qi Sect, so she will fall into Song Moyan's not a set, and her momentum in front of Song Moyan will be a head shorter. But if you choose a stronger one, it will be even more embarrassing to fail the challenge.

On the day Mo Haoqiong accepted her as a disciple, he had told her that all the people in this Sword Valley had the weakest cultivation in the Four Realms.

The crowd is almost scattered.

Only one chick is still playing with sword energy.

Zhao Qingqiu scratched his head, his old face turned red, and he stepped forward quickly.

"Little junior sister, can you talk to me...... My sister won't be very heavy, so when the time comes, you can accompany me to Sect Master Song to play for a while......"

"Are you talking about me?" the little girl's eyes blinked.

"Uh-huh. ”

The little girl pulled out the long sword behind her back, which was longer than her own height, and said with a smile: "Then I'm going to make a move." You have to be careful. ”

"It's okay......" Zhao Qingqiu also drew his sword.

The little girl suddenly made a move.

"Look at the sword!"

The eight-foot long sword stabbed like a hundred-pound boulder, and it was obviously an incomparably long sword, but it was as fast as thunder, not fancy, simple and rude, and it took the door of life.

Zhao Qingqiu was almost blindfolded, she didn't expect such a young girl's moves to be so sharp. But she didn't fail to react, and immediately pointed at the long sword, and the tip of the sword was on the tip of the sword.

Suddenly, Zhao Qingqiu's mouth was numb, and the long sword almost fell off. Gritting his teeth, the internal force is instilled in the long sword, and the sword blade shakes out the direction of seven sides, both offensive and defensive, like wind and rain.

And the strange long sword was retracted, swept away, opened and closed, but people had to avoid its edge.

Although the little girl is a small one, the power of the long sword swept with both hands is not bad at all.

The little girl's light blue internal force has been covered by the long sword, and every time the long sword collides, she feels like a flesh fist shaking the iron tree. Zhao Qingqiu smacked her tongue at the long internal force she had been blessed with on the long sword, and it seemed that she couldn't fight head-on, so she could only wander back to defense. Immediately move and turn around, and assume a parry posture.

"Senior sister, face me. ”

The little girl expressed dissatisfaction with Zhao Qingqiu's continuous dodging, and withdrew her long sword slightly, and the wind and snow soared under her feet. The snow at your feet is like a spirit.

In the wind and snow, the body is like a long sword out of the sheath.

If the body is protected by strong winds.

The sword cut a clearly visible trail in the snow.

A crack appeared in Zhao Qingqiu's left sleeve robe. She knew that if the sword was used with that much force to the right, her left arm would break.

"Senior sister is very powerful, when are we going to go up the mountain? The little girl had already put away her sword and ran over.

Zhao Qingqiu's long sword fell to the ground and sat in the snow dejectedly.

"I ...... I don't think I'll be able to go up to Beishan. ”

"What's the matter? I already agree with you. ”

"I'm sorry......" Zhao Qingqiu touched the crack in his left sleeve.

"Well...... the little girl pretended to touch her chin deeply, "Forget it, I don't ask so much, but if you want to find me, go to Nanshan ......"

"Alas, aren't you a disciple of Beishan?"

"How can a Beishan disciple use this kind of long sword. They all use delicate flying swords. The little girl hugged the long sword and prepared to leave, "Anyway, if you want to find me, come to Nanshan, if you are lucky, you can find me." ”

"Uh...... Sister's name......"

"Wu Youjian. I am the one who aspires to be the daughter-in-law of Master Zhou. The little girl straightened her chest.

"Can an apprentice marry a master?" Zhao Qingqiu already had a little foundation for Sword Valley's unregulated rules, but he was still very shocked by Sword Valley's idle indulgence.

"Why not?" the little girl wondered.

"Nothing...... Anyway, how old is Sect Master Zhou?" Zhao Qingqiu was full of thoughts, how could an honest person like Zhou Zhihuan be so likeable.

"It's like there's a ...... There are about one hundred and eleven. The little girl counted her fingers.

"Then you ......"

"I'm thirteen. Are you envious of me at my age and cultivation like this? This is not a thing, it is normal. The little girl's triumphant expression was all written on her face.

Zhao Qingqiu was shocked by the age difference between the two. One hundred and eleven against thirteen!

When I think of my terrible master, I really don't want to think about him.

"Hmm...... In fact, Uncle Mo is not bad, he is also graceful, and his writing is good, but he looks at everyone with an expression, and there is no fluctuation. It's not like Master Zhou, how cute it is. ”

"No, he said that the tone of his voice was yin and yang, and he didn't have any feelings, mainly because he was very lazy, and he was too lazy to put on any expression. For some reason, Zhao Qingqiu was extremely uninterested in praising Mo Haoqiong from others.

"Hmm...... In fact, these are none of our business, these make Sect Master Song worry. The little girl's snot shook off one by one, "According to my careful observation and that of everyone, Uncle Mo is about to marry Sect Master Song when he arrives at Jiguan." ”

"What's the weird news...... Aren't you practicing swords all day long......" Zhao Qingqiu felt that the lonely, cold, arrogant sword that he knew in the rivers and lakes, and the sword valley that did not cross the red dust was collapsing little by little.

"Uncle Mo was raised by Sect Master Song himself, Sect Master Song seems to have a plan, what is it called...... Xiang Gong plans or something. However, this matter is not known to Master Zhou and Uncle Mo in the whole Sword Valley. The little girl's fingers were pointing around, and she had the spirit of pointing at the country, "Sword Valley is really boring to practice swords all day long, and it must be a little fun." ”

Zhao Qingqiu was petrified in place, watching the little girl jump out of the sword platform with a long sword much taller than her, let the snow fall on her, and watched her climb the South Mountain, and her figure disappeared.

"It's ...... Sword Valley?"

Zhao Qingqiu stood with his sword in his arms, messy in the wind.