On the platform of the water pavilion surrounded by clouds and mist, Su Nan sat cross-legged in front of Mo Zixuan in a regular manner.

After a long time, Mo Zixuan broke the silence, "Do you know it's wrong?"

Su Nan couldn't help but rub his calves with his hand, and then obediently admitted his mistake like a baby, "What the master taught is that the disciple knows his mistake." ”

Mo Zixuan is still a little relieved, knowing that he can change his mistakes, then he is still a good disciple, "Do you know where you are wrong?"

Su Nan's expression was serious and serious, she thought carefully, this time she was surrounded by several foundation building monks and qi cultivation monks, she was able to be unharmed, mainly relying on luck, if it weren't for her rough skin and thick flesh, and she was immune to the ghost flags of the foundation building monks, if it weren't for the other foundation building monks who were busy watching the excitement and didn't hurry to make a move, if it wasn't for the final master arriving in time, she would probably go to the underworld to report now.

After figuring it out, Su Nan looked at the master with great gratitude, and then Lang Lang said: "The disciple made a mistake in not reporting the master's name, and the next time he encounters this kind of thing, the disciple must be desperate to report the master's name loudly as soon as possible." ”

If those foundation-building monks had known that they had such a great master, they would not have dared to do it.

Mo Zixuan only felt that his muscles were beating violently, and his headache was terrible, he picked up the teacup on the table on the side and drank it, only then did he feel better, being a teacher is not a simple matter, since he has accepted disciples, he should be more patient. Wonderful Study..

After calming down, he said: "You are my disciple, and you should defend yourself for the teacher in front of outsiders, don't think that the teacher can't see it, you fainted in the martial arts arena, just pretending, and the things you did in the martial arts arena have been reported to the teacher, and you still don't know your mistakes? You are obsessed with alchemy, and you don't object to the teacher, but you can't take the remnants of the refining failure to buy and sell them on the martial arts arena because you feel sorry for the remnants of the refining failure." ”

The spiritual food that he carefully refined was said to be a remnant of failure, Su Nan was very hurt, and said aggrievedly: "How can Master wronged me, the pastries I refined are really effective, hasn't Master also tasted it himself?"

On the day of teaching Su Nan alchemy, Mo Zixuan had indeed tasted the white steamed buns refined by Sunan, thinking that his disciples were obsessed with alchemy, but had no talent, Mo Zixuan also felt that he was too strict, and said in a softened tone: "Even if it is really effective, we can't buy and sell it by force, we monks must not only improve our cultivation at all times, but also improve our cultivation." ”

"Got it. Su Nan replied in a low voice.

It's really heartbroken for this disciple, Mo Zixuan asked uneasily, "What do you know?"

"The disciple will no longer buy and sell in the future, and when he encounters trouble, he will directly report the name of the master, and he will not bully people or let people bully."

Mo Zixuan nodded with satisfaction, and was about to say that he was going to practice some Gathering Spirit Pill for her in a while, when a Qingyun male cultivator appeared.

This male cultivator in Tsing Yi is a swordsman beside the master, and he often helps the head do errands on weekdays.

Mo Zixuan waved his hand and let Su Nan go down first.

A moment later, Mo Zixuan followed the male cultivator in Tsing Yi to the main hall.

In the hall, several elders were already talking angrily.

"Obviously, our disciples of the Qingyun Sect have discovered the spiritual vein, and they are in the realm of Yunshang Town, why should they give it to the Ghost Head Sect, the old man will never agree to this matter. ”

"That's it, if it doesn't work, let's lead the disciples to kill the Ghost Head Sect. ”

The elders all protect the interests of the Qingyun Sect in this way, and the head of the sect is of course happy, but at this time, others can be angry, but he can't, so he can only persuade, "That piece of land is next to the Ghost Head Forest, it belongs to the periphery of the Ghost Head Forest, the Ghost Head Sect is not theirs, we can't help it." Besides, the strength of the Ghost Head Sect is comparable to that of my Qingyun Sect, if you really want to fight, I am afraid that you will not be able to tell the winner for hundreds of years, and it will also weaken the strength of the sect. ”

"Then what should I do, can I really give up the spiritual veins in my hands? It's really not good, don't make a move, the old man will go alone, if he doesn't turn his ghost head sect upside down, the old man won't be called Ziyang Zhenren. ”

The Qingyun faction finally produced a few good seedlings, such as Wang Mo and Mo Zixuan, the head of the sect has often worried about the spirit stone recently, so he is naturally reluctant to let the spirit vein to others, but he can't agree with Ziyang Zhenren's approach.

The Qingyun Sect has such a Yuanying monk as Ziyang Zhenren, and the Ghost Head Sect also has it, if they follow the example of Ziyang Zhenren over there, they will go to the Qingyun Sect to make trouble every now and then, and how will they live.

The head of the sect said a little helplessly: "The sect master of the Ghost Head Sect proposes that the two factions hold a competition between low-level disciples, and the winner will dig up the spiritual vein. ”

A female elder frowned and said, "Senior Brother in charge, how can you agree to this matter?" Our Qingyun Sect is similar in strength to the Ghost Head Sect, that is because of our old guys and Ziyang Zhenren, but the low-level disciples of the sect are really"

Generally, the competition of low-level disciples is divided into two games, and the disciples in the Qi training period compete with each other, and the disciples who build the foundation compete again.

If Mo Zixuan hadn't broken through the Golden Pill, the Qingyun Sect would still have a chance to win in the competition of the foundation building disciples, but now it has no chance of winning.

The low-level disciples of the Ghost Head Sect have all grown up in an extremely cruel and harsh environment, and the methods are endless, and they are very ruthless, in comparison, the disciples of the Qingyun Sect are like growing up in a honey pot, and the difference is not half a star.

But the boss has already agreed, and the others can't think of a better way, so this can only be the case.

The next day, Su Nan, who had only been honest for a long time, asked Sun Sitong to go to the martial arts arena to sell spiritual food together, although this matter could be completely handed over to Sun Siyan, but he didn't watch him put his business on track, and Su Nan was always a little uneasy.

Su Nan put the table at the exit of the martial arts arena, and as long as someone passed by, she asked Sun Siyan to stop people, and then she asked, "Senior brother (senior sister) do you want to buy some cakes?"

Only yesterday did the elders come over, and these outer disciples felt that someone was supporting them, so they all straightened their waists and refused.

Su Nan was a little disappointed, "Hey, yesterday my master instructed me not to force me to buy and sell, and senior brother (senior sister) has to decide for himself." ”

The person who was stopped just breathed a sigh of relief, and Su Nan continued, "My master also said, report his name before selling things, my master is the Jindan elder of the sect, called Mo Zixuan, if you want to buy it or not, you can do it yourself." To tell you the truth, I have to hand over all the spirit stones I earn from selling things. ”

The monks dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, they used to wonder how they could be so high-spirited and bright, and Mo Zixuan, who had a very good reputation, would accept such a shameless disciple as Su Nan, but now he understands that Mo Zixuan is not a high-spirited and bright festival but cherishes feathers, so he accepted such a thick-skinned disciple to serve him.

Su Nan, who counted the spirit stones and had cramps in her hands, suddenly felt a shock in her waist, and it was the transmission note that the master gave her in the storage bag on her waist rang.

Su Nan hurriedly ran to the martial arts field, and no one would tell the master again.

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