[Situation 1]: .......

[Situation 2]: .......

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She shook her head, Shen Mengqiu, what are you thinking?

In fact, after getting along for this period of time, Shen Mengqiu also recognized this big sister very much, gentle and elegant, with an extraordinary temperament.

A pair of big eyes swirled, thinking quickly.

"If possible, it's not bad if Sister Si marries Brother Mo Yun, Aunt Jiang can't play with me when she's old, Sister Si, maybe she can teach me to cultivate, and the Dou Shen Immortal can just happen to be together." ”

It was as if I had made up my mind.

"Well, I must promote the relationship between Aunt Jiang and Sister Si. ”

Maybe even the little girl herself forgot that Jiang Ping hated Si Ningdong because she was defending her, but poor Jiang Ping was betrayed by her teammates in an instant.

After receiving his father's transmission, Mo Yun immediately went to the martial arts platform to start drawing lots, and on the way, he was also thinking, as if something was wrong.

"It's suffered, it seems that my mother hates Ning Dong a little. ”

He suddenly remembered that if Jiang Ping insisted on driving Si Ningdong away, what choice should he make, and suddenly regretted this decision a little.

......

Jiang Ping's room.

The graceful and dignified woman is still concentrating on threading the needle in her hand, meticulously detailed.

The horses on the cloth are vivid, as if they have jumped out of the picture.

It was the galloping picture of the horse that Shen Mengqiu was going to hang in the wedding room with Mo Yun, but most of it was made by Jiang Ping.

At this time, hearing the sound of bouncing outside the house, she stopped what she was doing and pushed the shelf aside to welcome Shen Mengqiu's arrival.

Sure enough, as soon as Shen Mengqiu entered the room, she went straight to Jiang Ping and threw herself into her arms to be coquettish.

Jiang Ping caressed Shen Mengqiu's hair lovingly.

"Mengqiu, why are you so happy?"

She asked curiously.

Shen Mengqiu, who was in his arms, looked at Jiang Ping.

"Aunt Jiang, you and I are going to play a game. ”

As he spoke, he took out the card box left by Mo Yun in his hand.

"Oh?"

Jiang Ping took it in her hand and played with it curiously, not knowing what it was, so she said to Shen Mengqiu.

"Then you have to teach me. ”

Shen Mengqiu shook her head, "Aunt Jiang, in fact, I'm not good, but I called my sister to teach us, how about it?"

Jiang Ping's expression was a little surprised, but it was more of a surprise, usually Shen Mengqiu basically didn't have any friends, and this Jianoumen had never received any female disciples, and the maidservant didn't dare to play with Shen Mengqiu like a friend, resulting in the little girl's childhood can only play with herself.

"Huh?"

Jiang Ping suddenly remembered, "Sister?"

I muttered in my heart, it couldn't be her, right? But didn't Mengqiu dislike her?

Without waiting for Jiang Ping to think about it, Shen Mengqiu left Jiang Ping's arms, walked outside the house, and picked up Si Ningdong, who was still standing outside the door.

As soon as she saw Si Ningdong, Jiang Ping's expression changed, and her face seemed to be covered with frost and a trace of incomprehension.

And a little girl with little experience could feel this subtle change, squatted on the ground and poured out the wood chips in the card box, and beckoned Si Ningdong to come and sit down and play cards.

But Si Ningdong was sensitive to the change in Jiang Ping's expression, and he couldn't help but panic a little in his heart.

"Didn't this hateful Mo Yun tell me that his mother was very kind. ”

But she used to be the daughter of the patriarch of a family, and naturally she was also extremely cultivated, her expression remained unchanged, and she owed to say hello to Jiang Ping.

"Aunt Jiang is good. ”

Jiang Ping was not in a hurry to speak, but looked at Si Ningdong carefully.

From the latter's appearance and posture, look and cultivation, it gives people that kind of lady-like atmosphere.

Without Jiang Ping's words, Si Ningdong also stood with his head bowed slightly.

Shen Mengqiu, who had already divided the three pieces of bamboo, stood up.

"Ouch, Sister Ning Dong, what are you still standing there for, come and teach us, I don't care, this time I will be a god, and you and Aunt Jiang will be monks." ”

She took Si Ningdong's hand and was about to take a seat.

Si Ningdong looked up at Jiang Ping, and after getting Jiang Ping's nod and smile, he followed Shen Mengqiu over.

At this time, Jiang Ping spoke, and her tone was soft.

"Ning Dong, right, I also called you Ning Dong like Mengqiu?"

After Si Ningdong heard this, "Of course you can, Aunt Jiang is happy." ”

"Then Ning Dong is going to teach me how to play this game. ”

Si Ningdong shook his head humbly.

"I'm just a talent. ”

A few simple conversations made Jiang Ping change her opinion of her.

Didn't you hear Mengqiu say that this girl is spicy and arrogant, how can I see this today......

Jiang Ping couldn't help but think that today's meeting was very similar to the scene when she went to see Mo Zhizhi's parents for the first time.

Next, as Shen Mengqiu played a pair of 'Qi refining', the game began.

......

At this time, Mo Yun was acting on the martial arts stage.

"You are Mo Yun, the son of Sect Master Mo who has been talking about in the sect recently?"

A disciple standing opposite Mo Yun said that he was a disciple of the Great Elder, and he was also the same junior disciple of Yu Zhengqing and Deng Yongchang.

"Hmph, the strength of the sect master is what I admire, but I don't know that you, who are a son, have learned a little bit of the sect master's sword essence and a little bit of the charm of the sect master. ”

Mo Yun scolded in his heart, "How do I feel that you say it as if I am your son......"

Then he took off the disciple Xuanjie weapon long sword on his back, the tip of the sword was facing Mo Yun, with a look of disdain, as if the victory was in hand, and his nostrils spoke to Mo Yun.

"Let's fight!"

In Mo Yun's eyes, it was an image of the late stage of middle and second disease.

Has this fellow not heard of my prestige?Alas, ignorant mortal.

Mo Yun shouted in his heart.

"Go, Rust!"

Mo Yun lifted the sky rust, and the sun shone down from the top of his head, making Mo Yun extremely sacred.

The disdain in the eyes of the man on the other side was even stronger.

"Pretending to be a ghost. ”

He stepped forward with his sword and wanted Mo Yun to go, seemingly reckless, but he always had a string in his heart, and he did not dare to relax his vigilance, always beware of the strange sword in Mo Yun's hand.

Feeling like he's reached Max, he holds his breath and prepares to accept the 'ravage' of the Rust.

The gap between the two is getting smaller and smaller.

Thirty meters.

Twenty meters.

Ten meters.

Everyone saw that Mo Yun hadn't moved yet, and he still maintained the posture of the middle two.

"It's worthy of Senior Brother Mo!"

Suddenly, someone in the audience exclaimed.

The person next to the disciple looked confused and didn't know what to say.

"You understand again?"

One of them asked.

The others also leaned in with their ears pricked up.

I only heard the disciple who claimed to understand Mo Yun proudly said to the people around him.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Mo Yun, this is responding to all changes with the same. ”

"Oh, what do you mean by that?"

He still didn't understand, although it seemed that Mo Yun was indeed motionless, but how could he explain this change?

The disciple shook his head helplessly, looking at the person who asked the question with a look like this in your life.

"You, you, I've said this, you still don't understand. ”

The disciple who was reprimanded felt inexplicably ashamed in his heart, am I really a mediocre talent?

Although the other disciples didn't understand, they didn't dare to ask, but just listened to him quietly.

"Do you remember that Senior Brother Mo easily defeated the Third Senior Brother who had already built a foundation?"

He asked.

Everyone nodded.

"Isn't this enough, since Senior Brother Mo can even defeat the senior brother in the foundation building period, he is afraid of the other party, he wants to win with one blow, and he is looking for the flaws of the other party. ”

After hearing this, everyone was thoughtful.

"Sometimes, if you pay attention to the first strike and strike first, you can take the lead, so is the person behind just waiting to be beaten? At this time, you have to learn Senior Brother Mo's trick, which will not change to all changes, and can turn danger into relief. ”

"Oh!"

Everyone was in an uproar, suddenly realized, and hugged their fists one after another.

"Teachable, teachable. ”

The man pressed his hand down and humbly accepted.

And mentioned, "You still have to see Senior Brother Mo more in the future and learn from Senior Brother Mo's cultivation." ”

The rest chimed in.

Stage.

The distance between the two was less than five meters, but Mo Yun still didn't move.

His antics have even made the other party suspicious.

"What the hell is this kid doing?"

He was startled, and he stopped, stopped rushing forward, and quickly retreated.

Has he discovered my flaw?

No way!

He thought to himself

But for the sake of caution, he still distanced himself from Mo Yun, and then he suddenly remembered.

"Good guy, remember that Senior Brother Shang Huai lost in close combat with him. ”

He couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead, regretting his reckless behavior just now.

Almost fell into his way!

If he really followed his plan, he would have even thought of the next scene, and Mo Yun flashed with a sword light, and he had already fallen off the stage without even touching his hair.

His brow furrowed, "What a heavy scheming!"

On the other hand, Mo Yun is here.

His body was already covered with sweat, not only the sun's rays, but also the cold sweat that was frightened by the opponent's fierce attack.

"Brother Rusty, Brother Rusty, why don't you move?"

Mo Yun shouted in his heart, his hands were about to be sore, but he still didn't feel any changes in the rust.

Seeing that the opponent's sword was about to be stuffed into his mouth, he had even begun to subconsciously fight back.

But the other party took the initiative to retreat to the back, which made Mo Yun very puzzled.

After seeing Mo Yun put down the sword in his hand, the opponent had a feeling of the rest of his life.

Sure enough, his caution was right, if he was smashed by Mo Yun's sword, wouldn't he have to be the same as Shang Huai?

In this way, the two of them, who were thinking carefully, actually stopped for a while.

If it weren't for the fact that there were still some voices in the group of disciples in the audience, if this scene was seen by others, don't think that the whole audience was immobilized by that great power.

"Senior Brother Mo has moved!"

The disciples in the audience began to take the lead again.

The other person was also echoing, "Fortunately, the opponent is running fast, it seems that this is a close competition, and it is worth seeing." ”

At this moment, an abrupt voice appeared.

It was the disciple who was ridiculed by everyone just now, he touched his head, still puzzled.

"How do I ....... How do you feel Senior Brother Mo's body trembling?"

(PS: Remembering the martyrs of the Anti-Japanese War and paying tribute to the heroes of the anti-epidemic!)