"Wake up...... Wake up!"

Mo Haoqiong's hair was pulled up.

Mo Haoqiong didn't raise his head, reached out and patted his hand that was grabbing his long hair, "Don't disturb the master's sleep, the master is still dizzy...... Huh, anyone?"

"This man, you are really busy. The three poles sleep like a pig in the sun, and this girl has something to ask you for help. ”

The voice is as crisp as a bell, but the tone is unpleasant.

Mo Haoqiong raised his head, but he couldn't see anything. The man had almost all his face pressed against his, obscuring out all the light that would try to make trouble.

Mo Haoqiong pinched the man's face with two fingers and slowly pushed it back, allowing the light to illuminate and see the man's face clearly. Mo Haoqiong doesn't know much about women's beauty and ugliness, but she has long hair like him. "The yellow flower girl, so close to a man, don't be ashamed. ”

Zhao Qingqiu took away Mo Haoqiong's slender fingers and also took a clear look at Mo Haoqiong's messy face. "You touch the face of the big girl with your finger, aren't you ashamed? ”

Mo Haoqiong looked at Zhao Qingqiu's whole body. A neat knight dressed up, with long hair scattered at will, and a quaint cold iron long sword behind his back. He didn't have to ask, he knew what the girl wanted to know.

"The Sword Sect is in the South Mountain, and the Qi Sect is in the North Mountain, and I took the wrong path. Today is the last day of the Sword Valley Trial to accept disciples, and it seems that you don't have a chance. Mo Haoqiong didn't answer what she had just said, and said with a gloating smile.

Zhao Qingqiu looked around, looked down at Mo Haoqiong, who was slumped on the wooden table like a mess of mud playing with his fingers, and said, "Where is the Yi Sect Entry Trial?"

"I am the Sect Master of the Yi Sect. The Yizong trial is controlled by me. Mo Haoqiong said lazily.

Zhao Qingqiu was messy in the wind. Turn around and leave.

"Hey, the heroine stays! It's too late for the trial of the Second Sect of the Qi Sword, why don't you try my Yi Sect......" Mo Haoqiong sat up straight, his face serious.

Zhao Qingqiu's pace quickened.

"It's really too late for you to go to the Second Sword Qi Sect now, it's better to enter my Yi Sect, learn the internal strength and mental method in the same way, and I will also take out the ...... I have hidden for many years in the sword technique."

Zhao Qingqiu began to trot. Until she ran out of his eyeliner. Mo Haoqiong was speechless for a long time.

"With Mo Haoqiong, what are you, people come here by chance, you can keep it...... Ay...... I'll just sleep again......"

Scratching his head, Mo Haoqiong muttered dejectedly.

Arrange the paper, pen, ink and bamboo rolls, fix the sleeves, and put yourself in the most comfortable position to lie down again.

I don't know how long it was, but it was nearly dusk.

A rebuke resounded through the valley, and the mountain snow trembled.

"Hey, you're not going to keep me anymore?"

It's that crisp voice again, but it's full of brutality.

Mo Haoqiong raised his head, letting the cold wind blow him more awake, and he slept so dazed that he had auditory hallucinations.

Just about to lie down again, Zhao Qingqiu's shout started again. This time it's in the ear.

"You get up for me! I want to become a disciple of Yizong!"

"Got it! Don't shout it in my ear!"

Mo Haoqiong sat upright, holding his sleeves and carrying a pen.

"Name. ”

"Zhao Qingqiu. ”

"How old are you?"

"This girl is sixteen years old. ”

"Male or female?"

Zhao Qingqiu really wanted to give her the Venerable Yi Sect Master of Sword Valley in front of her a few punches.

"If you think it's okay, just write a man. Zhao Qingqiu played with his hair, and his face was provocative.

"Good. Mo Haoqiong's face was serious, and he wrote a male character with a brush.

"It's written. "The male character was smeared with ink without the slightest trace, and there was a beautiful character of dragon flying and phoenix dancing on the side.

The sword on Mo Haoqiong's neck moved.

"What identity?" Mo Haoqiong didn't raise his head, ready to write.

"What do you mean...... What identity?" Zhao Qingqiu's voice remained unchanged, his eyes contracted, and he quickly returned to normal.

"Where did you live and what did you do? ”

"The Prodigal Son. Woman. Zhao Qingqiu said proudly and lightly.

Mo Haoqiong was speechless for a while.

"How's the martial arts?"

"Three realms of cultivation. Zhao Qingqiu's eyebrows were about to rise to the sky.

"Hmm...... The Three Realms are cultivated as ......" Mo Haoqiong sketched the book.

"Hey, don't you express your surprise? Sixteen-year-old Three Realm cultivation, that is a peerless and rare talent, and the dragon and phoenix among people are not exaggerated!" Zhao Qingqiu patted the table and stood up, expressing his dissatisfaction with this.

"The cultivation of the Three Realms, there is no one in our Sword Valley. The lowest cultivation of our Sword Valley is the Four Realms. Sixteen years old, it's quite young, and almost everyone in the valley can call you little sister. Mo Haoqiong laughed.

There is a world of difference between the three realms and the four realms.

Zhao Qingqiu's face darkened, and he said, "Do you have cultivation?"

Mo Haoqiong retracted his smile and sat upright, holding a pen with his sleeves rolled.

"The Huang Ting or the Lingtai?"

"Heaven's Gate. ”

Spit out the two words, Zhao Qingqiu pretended not to care and stroked his hair, and found that Mo Haoqiong's head was not raised, and he was very disappointed. But when I thought about it again, I didn't lose my temper, and I was happy for my pretending to be indifferent.

Mo Haoqiong had no expression on his face, and his heart was actually thundering.

Heaven's Gate!

Ten thousand people practice martial arts, and Huangting is fifty percent of the spiritual platform, and it is difficult for one person to open the gate of heaven.

This shows that it is difficult to come to the gate of heaven. Cultivators of the Heavenly Gate are more meticulous and sensitive to the subtleties of heaven and earth, and it is easier to communicate with nature.

Packing up his mind, Mo Haoqiong asked lightly.

"Why did you enter the Valley of the Sword?"

"For the pinnacle of martial arts!" Zhao Qingqiu clenched his small fists with a look of hope.

Mo Haoqiong immediately gave her a plate of cold water. "Sword Valley is not a place to pursue martial arts. ”

"I ...... I'm here to become an immortal!"

"Except for the ancestor Zhao Wouji, no one in Sword Valley has ever become an immortal. ”

"I'm here to do chivalry!"

"The disciples of Sword Valley are not stained with red dust, and there are very few people who go down the mountain to enter the world. ”

"That'...... Then I'm greedy for your beauty!" Zhao Qingqiu said loudly with a red face.

Mo Haoqiong lifted his forehead and sighed.

Down, four big characters.

You can get started.

Mo Haoqiong stretched his waist as if Zhao Qingqiu was not there, let out a long breath, threw his right hand back, and the brush fell on the bamboo tube by chance, steadily.

"Find a place to sleep yourself, and tomorrow I will take you to the introductory trial of the Yi Sect. It's just a formality, don't worry, just nourish your spirits-" Mo Haoqiong slumped on the table again as if he was soft, "Since your master can't leave here yet, and I'm going to stay here for the last night, I have to squint here for a while to recuperate." Understood?"

Zhao Qingqiu didn't say a word, the thumb of his right hand flicked, the long sword came out slightly, the cold light flickered, and the momentum was extremely sharp in the wind and snow.

"However, as a good master, you still have to take care of the new disciples, and you can't let the girl's cloak fall asleep on the first night. Mo Haoqiong got up righteously, took care of his clothes, and then took Zhao Qingqiu's little hand to leave.

"Ah......h How can someone just meet hold the girl's hand!

"What's wrong?" Mo Haoqiong turned around.

Zhao Qingqiu woke up suddenly, and for some reason, his face was flushed.

"I didn't ...... It's okay. Let's go. ”