"Master, Master!" Seeing that Zhou Muyu lost his mind, Yan Shaoyou hurriedly stepped forward and waved his hands, interrupting Zhou Muyu's thoughts. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"As a teacher, it's not the back of your ears, do you need to be so loud?" Zhou Muyu came back to his senses and glared at Yan Shaoyou angrily.

"The disciple knows his mistake, please forgive me!" said Yan Shaoyou aggrievedly.

"Okay, it's wrong to be a teacher, let's go back to the main hall first, don't disturb the rest of the Geshu boy. Zhou Muyu's tone softened.

Hearing this, Yan Shaoyou nodded slightly, and then, the master and apprentice walked side by side towards the main hall...

"Master, Senior Brother Ge Shu, what kind of hidden disease is he suffering from?" As soon as he stepped into the main hall, Yan Shaoyou couldn't help but ask.

"He didn't suffer from any disease, he became like this, the reason is because of his own special physique!" Zhou Muyu replied lightly.

"Special physique?" Yan Shaoyou looked at his master suspiciously.

"That's right, Geshu boy, he has a special physique that is rare to see in a thousand years--the innate sword body!" Zhou Muyuyun said this shocking secret lightly.

"He turned out to be an innate sword body!" Yan Shaoyou was taken aback, "No wonder he has a cultivation that is close to the second rate at a young age!"

"What, are you envious?" Zhou Muyu looked at Yan Shaoyou with a smile.

"No!" Yan Shaoyou shook his head and said honestly, "At first, there were some envy, and even some people who complained about the sky, you know, we had to cultivate for three years to reach his current state, but in the blink of an eye, the heavens seem to be very fair, although we don't have this anti-heaven physique, but we don't have to bear this pain!"

"You kid, you're quite good at self-comfort!" Zhou Muyu said with a smile.

Hearing this, Yan Shaoyou pretended to be sad: "Master, why do you want to expose me, can't you leave a little self-esteem for your disciples?"

"You kid!" Zhou Muyu patted the back of Yan Shaoyou's head casually, revealing a happy smile.

"Oh, by the way, Master, since Senior Brother Ge Shu has such a rare special physique, why don't you say that he is included in the door?" Yan Shaoyou wondered.

"Well, he and we are not all the way, he has his mission, maybe we will meet in the future!" Zhou Muyu said lightly.

"Well, then why did you bring him back again?" Yan Shaoyou continued to ask.

"It's just a favor!" Zhou Muyu chuckled, "Okay, don't ask, I'll tell you all of this as a teacher!"

"Thank you, Master!" said Yan Shaoyou happily.

In the main hall, Zhou Muyu told Yan Shaoyou of everything that happened in Dongzhou, Yan Shaoyou listened to his enthusiasm, and he couldn't wait to fight the sword to travel east, of course, he also knew that this was just his fantasy, but he faintly felt that he would wait until this day.

"So, Senior Brother Ge Shu's innate sword body has an inseparable relationship with the divine sword of the Heavenly Sword Tower?" Yan Shaoyou asked.

"Perhaps, he is the reincarnation of the Excalibur Sword Spirit!" Zhou Muyu said lightly.

"Is this really possible?" Yan Shaoyou was really taken aback by Zhou Muyu's words.

"Who knows? Anyway, it's just speculation for the teacher. Zhou Muyu replied ambiguously.

"It's... Then, why did the Four Holy Palaces drag the hand of the master to the Heavenly Sword Pagoda to get the sword?" Yan Shaoyou instantly turned into a question boy, and kept asking his own master.

"Alas... It's nothing more than a struggle for power and profit, the Heavenly Sword Tower has now gone downhill, and naturally new forces will take its place, and the division and the Four Holy Palaces are nothing more than mutual use. Zhou Muyu said.

"That's for..."Yan Shaoyou also wanted to carry forward the excellent tradition of breaking the casserole and asking the end, but was interrupted by the impatient Zhou Muyu.

"Stop!" Zhou Muyu said sharply.

"Ahh Do you still have many questions?" Yan Shaoyou looked dissatisfied.

"I'm tired of being a teacher, and I'll talk to you about these things when I have time. Zhou Muyu said with a tired face.

Yan Shaoyou saw that Zhou Muyu looked tired, and hurriedly apologized: "Master, I'm sorry, it's the disciple who is willful!"

"It's okay to be a teacher, you will recover after resting, you go down!" Zhou Muyu said.

"Yes! Disciple retires!" Yan Shaoyou respectfully withdrew from the Extreme Dao Hall.

"Whew... Finally flickered this problem basket away!" Zhou Muyu breathed a sigh of relief. Then, rubbing his aching temples, "I'm really going back to my room to rest." After finishing speaking, Zhou Muyu got up and left the hall and returned to his room...

At this time, in the practice room, Song Yunfeng sat quietly on the futon, looking at the scroll in his hand with a melancholy expression that recorded the "Heavenly Tribulation Sutra", he had been enlightened for two days, but he had no clue. "How the hell should this thing be refined? I don't have a clue at all!" Song Yunfeng was so anxious that he scratched his head.

"Heavenly Tribulation Sutra, Heavenly Tribulation Sutra, Heavenly Tribulation Sutra, do you really have to lead the Heavenly Thunder to slash yourself in order to refine it?" Song Yunfeng scratched his head and hesitated.

As soon as the words came out, Song Yunfeng slapped himself in the mouth, "I'm really dizzy, can people touch that thing in Tianlei?

Song Yunfeng put down the scroll in his hand, got up, wandered in the practice room, and silently recited the mental method of the "Heavenly Tribulation Sutra", "The majesty of heaven and earth, the righteousness of the nine heavens, anger turns into calamity, and punishes evil and crosses good..."

As the saying goes, the wicked have their own heaven to collect, and it is certainly feasible for the wicked to be killed by heaven, what is this good crossing, is it possible for good people to be struck by thunder!" Song Yunfeng muttered.

After pondering for a long time, Song Yunfeng never had a clue, "Alas... Forget it, let's stop here today! A new war is coming, I have to go back and study the new elixir, after all, this is what should be done now!" Song Yunfeng sighed softly, and then he closed the scroll, put it away closely, and left the practice room with the cold iron knife box on his back.

At the same time, in the Library Pavilion, Xun Lie was carefully studying the strategic map of the Northland. After Zhou Muyu's explanation, he was no longer confused, after all, if he did not eliminate the disaster, it was always the innocent people in the north who suffered.

After Yan Shaoyou left the main hall, he walked around the Extreme Dao, and finally, he returned to the practice room, but he was not here to guide this group of disciples to cultivate, but was stimulated by Ge Shuhao, and was ready to hone himself, he was ready to complete his own swordsmanship during this time!

Time passed unconsciously, and the three brothers were completely immersed in their own world, completely unaware, until a melodious bell broke the silence of the early morning, and the three brothers woke up and returned to reality.

"Ah, it's dawning so soon!" the three people laughed in unison. (To be continued.) )