"Zhou Muyu, you wait for me, one day, Miss Ben will defeat you!"

There was a slightly crying roar of the sugar gourd girl behind him, Zhou Muyu stopped, and the surrounding disciples thought that Zhou Muyu was angered by the little junior sister, so they hurriedly stepped forward with their swords and protected the sugar gourd girl. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Obviously, they were too careful, Zhou Muyu didn't look back, and lightly threw out a sentence of "As you like!", and left straight away with Xiao Yu.

"Zhou Muyu, you bastard, Miss Ben will definitely make you regret today's contempt!" said the sugar gourd girl through gritted teeth.

"Alas... Little junior sister, it's not the senior brother who hits you, the gap between you and the white ape sword immortal is not something that can be chased in a day or two, so don't say these unrealistic words, let's be your eldest lady. ”

"You!"

The sugar gourd girl was about to get angry, but was interrupted by her father He Yuan's words: "Yun'er, go to the ancestral hall of the Sword Sect with your father." ”

"Yes!" Seeing his father's heavy face, He Yun put away his previous flying and replied in a low voice.

Looking at the back of the father and daughter leaving, the first son who spoke just now said silently in his heart: "Little junior sister, I hope you can grow up after experiencing today's humiliation." ”

He hid the pity in his eyes, and ordered in a deep voice: "Today's events, everyone had better forget about it, if anyone dares to publicize it, don't blame Senior Brother for not thinking about the same family!" After finishing speaking, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he looked coldly at everyone present.

"Senior brother, please rest assured, we will definitely rot today's events in our stomachs, and we will never reveal half a sentence!" A disciple immediately expressed his attitude when he saw that Senior Brother had a frosty face.

"Please rest assured, Senior Brother, this matter is related to the face of my Canghai Sword Sect, and we will never say half a sentence!" Seeing that someone expressed their attitude, the disciples present immediately expressed their attitude.

Seeing that everyone was so interested, the senior brother of the Canghai Sword Sect nodded, the frost on his face suddenly melted, and he smiled at everyone present: "Then what should everyone do, if you have any questions about cultivation, you can come and ask me, and the senior brother will do his best to solve your doubts." ”

Hearing this, the disciples breathed a sigh of relief, forcibly forgot the unhappiness of Shicai, stabilized their minds, and continued to cultivate.

Canghai Sword Sect, the ancestral ancestral hall, He Yuan, He Yun father and daughter entered the gate of the ancestral hall one after the other, He Yuan came to the tablet of the ancestors, rightly lit three sticks of incense, and knelt in front of the tablet: "Unworthy disciple He Yuan, as the seventeenth generation head of the head of this sect, but unable to keep the Heavenly Sword Order passed down by the ancestors, he is really worthy of the ancestors, and the disciple should have died to apologize..."

"Dad, don't!" Hearing the words "Apologize for the crime with death, He Yun hurriedly shouted.

He Yuan glared at her and continued: "But the disciple really can't rest assured that the young girl is still a disciple, and there are disciples under the door, and I ask the ancestors to forgive the disciples for their selfishness, and when the disciples finish what they have done after death, they will apologize to the ancestors!"

After finishing speaking, He Yuan kowtowed three times, then got up and looked at his beloved daughter, and asked seriously: "Yun'er, do you really want to defeat Zhou Muyu, or are you joking for a while." ”

"Of course the daughter is serious. He Yun affirmed.

"Well, now you will offer incense and salute to your ancestors, and your father will teach you in person. He Yuan said.

He Yun didn't say anything, her eyes were full of solemnity that she hadn't seen before, she learned her father's movements, and gave incense to the ancestors of the Canghai Sword Sect in a dignified manner, only to kneel down and kowtow three times.

"Well, both your father and your fathers have witnessed your determination, so get up. He Yuanqiang held back the bitterness in his heart and said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, He Yun slowly got up, and solemnly looked at her familiar and unfamiliar father, she felt very uncomfortable, if only she had strength, she would be able to keep the Heavenly Sword Order, and her father would not be so sad.

"Alas... Yun'er, you first take this key, go to the sword mound and wait for your father, and explain some things for your father, and then I will guide you to practice the immortal learning of my Canghai Sword Sect. He Yuan sighed, took out a strange-shaped key from his arms, and handed it to He Yun.

He Yun took the key, turned around and left directly. After He Yun left, an old man walked in the ancestral hall, it was really Grandpa Fan who was guarding the girl's side.

"Master, do you really want to do this?" the old man surnamed Fan looked at the girl's departing back with pity on his face and asked in a low voice.

"Alas... I've let her go for so many years, and it's time for her to understand her mission, Uncle Fan, take that thing out. He Yuan said in a deep voice.

"Alas..."The old man surnamed Fan sighed, took out a black wooden box, and slowly handed it to He Yuan.

"Uncle Fan, you have the token in charge, during this time, you will have to worry about the affairs of the Sword Sect. He Yuan took the wooden box, and then handed the head token to the old man surnamed Fan, and said in a low voice.

"Yes! The old man surnamed Fan replied solemnly.

"Then you go down to arrange the work first, I will go to the sword mound to guide Yun'er to practice, although she has passed the golden period of cultivation, but fortunately, the roots and bones are still there, as long as the cultivation is done properly, she will definitely surpass me." He Yuan said softly, his eyes full of confidence again.

"Master, if you say one more thing, you'd better not use the things in that box. The old man surnamed Fan persuaded in a deep voice.

"I, I know, I won't use it until I have to, Uncle Fan, let's go. He Yuan then replied.

"Alas," the old man sighed again, shook his head helplessly, and turned away.

After seeing the old man leave, the perseverance in He Yuan's eyes disappeared, and turned into a full of guilt and reminiscence: "Xiaowan, for the husband, you are going to break your promise, I hope that you will meet in Jiuquan in the future, and you don't blame your father." ”

After finishing speaking, He Yuan suppressed the guilt and memories in his heart, looked at the wooden box in his hand, and walked straight towards the forbidden place of the Sword Sect, the Sword Shrine.

At this time, on the avenue leading from the Canghai Sword Sect to Donghai City, Xiao Yu changed his usual quietness and chatted with Zhou Muyu with a smile: "Childe is really powerful, he actually defeated the head of the Canghai Sword Sect with only one branch. ”

"Then Xiaoyu, do you want to learn?" Zhou Muyu asked with a smile.

"I think about it, but I'm afraid that I'm too stupid to learn. Xiao Yu lowered his head and said lightly.

"Haha, I'll teach you personally, are you afraid that you won't be able to learn?" Zhou Muyu laughed.

"Childe personally instructs Xiao Yu?" Xiao Yu said in surprise.

"Yes, are you willing to worship me as a teacher?" Zhou Muyu asked solemnly.

"This..."Xiao Yu's ruddy face turned pale for a moment, "I..."

Seeing the sudden change in Xiao Yu's face, Zhou Muyu was a little puzzled, thinking that the girl didn't want to be his disciple, he patted Xiao Yu's little head and chuckled: "It seems that Xiao Yu is unwilling, when I didn't say it." ”

"Childe, it's not. What you think...."

Xiao Yu hurriedly explained, but was interrupted by Zhou Muyu: "It's nothing, let's go back to Donghai City for lunch first, let's talk about this later, let's go, if it drags on like this, we will have dinner." ”

After finishing speaking, Zhou Muyu turned around and walked straight on the road.

Looking at Zhou Muyu's back, Xiao Yu secretly felt sad: "Su Xiaoyu, Su Xiaoyu, it is already a great honor for the son to accept you as a disciple, what are you still pretentious? What are you fantasizing?"

Feeling that Xiao Yu did not keep up with his footsteps, Zhou Muyu stopped, turned around, but found that Xiao Yu was still standing in place, Zhou Muyu shook his head, how did he not know Xiao Yu's feelings for him, it's just that feelings can't be forced, Zhou Muyu shook his head and said in a low voice: "I hope Xiao Yu can come out!"