Nothing was said all night.

When the morning sun rises, the golden sunlight reflects the glazed tile roofs of the various halls of the Mochizuki Sword Sect even more brilliantly.

A beautiful day has come!

Because of the special status of Xia Lang's master and apprentice, they were not incorporated into the Four Great Sword Hall, but belonged to the Internal Affairs Hall, which was directly under the jurisdiction of the door master, and the courtyard where they lived was in the area closer to the back mountain.

After receiving Xia Lang's transmission, Gu Ming was extremely excited and trotted all the way to the gate of the courtyard.

This time he came to apprentice, Gu Ming always felt that it was not appropriate to be empty-handed.

So before coming, I asked Xia Lang if there was anything he needed to prepare, and if there was anything I needed to pay special attention to?

Then a few seconds later, Xia Lang's voice was only two words: "Come on!"

Hehe, this senior brother is really!

Take things as they come!

Gu Ming calmed down, tidied up his appearance, and strode into the courtyard.

The layout of this courtyard is roughly the same as that of Keqing's courtyard, so he didn't need Xia Lang's leadership, he came to the main hall in three or two steps, bowed to the door, and said loudly: "Gu Ming, a famous disciple of the Medicine Master Valley, ask to see Immortal Master Mo." ”

I only heard a hearty voice in the hall.

"Brother Ming, come in, come in!"

Eh, it was Xia Lang, the senior brother, who spoke first, and the master hadn't spoken yet.

I can't get in?!

Just as he hesitated, Xia Lang had already appeared at the door with a smile, grabbed Gu Ming's arm, and dragged him directly into the hall.

"Senior Brother Ming, what are you hesitating about, come in!

Eh, big brother, you shot so fast, where do I have a chance to hesitate!

Gu Ming was dragged by Xia Lang's hand to the front of the hall, and the two stood still in front of Mo Wentian, Xia Lang smiled at the master who was lying on the Taishi chair sideways and said, "This is the Gu Ming you mentioned, people are here to apprentice today!"

However, after waiting for a while, Mo Wentian was still lying on the chair with his back to the two of them, and there was no movement.

Eh, is this Master Mo looking down on us?

Oh no, he hasn't even looked at me yet!

Gu Ming glanced at Xia Lang standing beside him in surprise, what does the master mean?

I saw that the smile on Xia Lang's face gradually faded, and he took Gu Ming to clasp his fists again and salute the master: "Master, Gu Ming, a disciple of the Qi refining period, has come to visit and ask to worship the disciple to practice the Luofu Sword Technique, please make it clear to the master!"

For another moment, Mo Wentian still didn't get up, nor did he say anything.

The figure lying on the chair, the black hair in the red clothes was casually draped, and he held a big red gourd in one hand, allowing the smell of wine to permeate the entire room.

Is this what it means to refuse?

Gu Ming was a little apprehensive, and bowed down to cast an inquiring look at Xia Lang again.

This time, Xia Lang was a little anxious.

I saw him frown, straightened up, pointed to the master who was lying on his back, and said loudly: "You bad old man, it's rare for my brother Ming to come to apprentice sincerely, you still dare to pretend to be stupid, is this not giving me face?"

I don't know if Xia Lang's words played a role, or if Mo Wentian was uncomfortable lying down for a long time, I saw this immortal master slowly turn over and lie flat on the chair, with one hand and one foot hanging outside the chair.

Only then did Gu Ming see clearly the appearance of the master he worshipped.

At the age of about forty or fifty years old, because of his unkemptness, he looks slightly older than his master Lin Ziqian. The face of the Chinese character, the eyebrows are hanging, the eyes are slightly closed, the beard is undrawn, the cheeks are red, and the mouth is smashed a few times from time to time, and it seems that he is not lightly drunk.

Seeing this, Xia Lang was furious.

With a long choking sound, the long sword in his hand, pointed at Mo Wentian and roared: "Do you want the narcissus to be stunned and pretend to be a big garlic without blooming?" Let you pretend, the master will chop you and make you turn into garlic paste in seconds!"

Gu Ming was taken aback when he heard this, we are here to apprentice, not to rob the Tao, big brother!

Surprised, just want to stop this hot big brother, just make a show, who would have thought that Xia Lang had already stabbed a sword in the chest at the master.

The sword is like a swimming dragon, and it is as fast as a frightening dragon.

Less than a zhang away, the sound of breaking the sky just started, and the fast sword had almost touched the body lying flat.

Looking at this scene, Gu Ming's hair stood on end with fright.

Isn't it, big brother, are you really here?!

Mo Wentian seemed to be lazy and turned over, and the blade of the sword passed by, just dodging the sword.

A sword was useless, Xia Lang snorted coldly.

Boom, boom, boom are three swords, from the left, center, and right directions, stabbing at the neck, waist, and legs respectively.

Although Mo Wentian was lying sideways, with his back to the two of them, the back of his head seemed to have a pair of eyes, and without waiting for the sword light to reach his body, his whole body rose one foot steadily, and he dodged the three swords in the air, and then turned over, slowly fell, and lay sideways on the recliner.

The master's teasing attitude completely angered Xia Lang.

I saw that his eyes were wide with anger, and the spiritual power around him was gathered, and he shouted loudly in the air: "Imperial Sword Technique, chop and feed the dog!"

Xia Langren was in the air, and the aura around him instantly condensed dozens of aura long swords, and with a wave of his long sword, countless sword qi shot away, covering the space within a square radius where the recliner was located in a blink of an eye.

Xia Lang's plan was to use the "saturation strike" to make Mo Wentian have nowhere to hide and force him to comply.

Who knows that this Mo Wentian is also Wang Ba eating scales - iron-hearted, manly man, if you can't say it, you won't get up!

Before the sword qi arrived, the recliner rose out of thin air, and took Mo Wentian to move more than a foot at a swift speed.

Xia Lang seemed to have expected it, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his figure instantly appeared on the route of the recliner to dodge, and the aura outside his body was agitated, and he swung his sword and slashed down, "Imperial Sword Technique, Silly Dog Becomes Dead Dog!"

A half-moon-shaped sword qi transformed by spiritual power slashed down in the air, Xia Lang's sword was menacing, and the momentum was very strong, and he felt that he had no intention of keeping his hand at all.

Sure enough, there was a loud click, the recliner burst apart, and the air waves rolled up fragments and scattered, this sudden change frightened Gu Ming and couldn't speak.

Big brother, do you really dare to do this thing of deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors?!

Not to mention Gu Ming, even Mo Wentian didn't expect his apprentice to dare to die.

Just as Xia Lang slashed out a sword with all his might, Mo Wentian's figure had already disappeared on the recliner, with his cultivation in the late stage of Jindan, there were too many means to deal with such an attack, but he also had his concerns, so he chose to escape again!

Xia Lang stood with his sword in his hands, staring at the master who was sitting cross-legged on the table of the Eight Immortals, taking care of his messy clothes, and kept sneering.

Mo Wentian raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Xia Lang, and said with an ugly face: "You, you, you scoundrel!"

"Hmph, let you pretend!"

Xia Lang didn't care and continued to sneer.

Sneering back to sneering, Xia Lang turned his face slightly sideways and glanced at Gu Ming, who was standing on the side like a chicken.

It can also be regarded as Gu Ming's cleverness, although what happened just now was really a bit unexpected, but Senior Brother Xia's eyes made him react immediately.

He hurriedly took two steps forward, walked in front of Mo Wentian and bowed, and said in a sincere tone as much as possible: "Disciple Gu Ming, meet Immortal Master Mo." The disciple admired the thaumaturgy of the Luofu Sword Sect Xianmen, and implored the immortal master to take him in and pass on the disciple's sword method. ”

Mo Wentian sat crookedly on the table, and before he looked at Gu Ming, he flicked the sawdust on his cuffs, picked up the wine gourd and took a sip, and sighed faintly: "The Luofu Sword Sect is gone, where did the Xianmen thaumaturgy come from?"

This made Xia Lang very displeased, and he said before Gu Ming spoke: "Pretend, continue to pretend!" Don't take our politeness as weakness, be careful of the little master getting mad!"

Mo Wentian frowned slightly, and pointed at Xia Lang, "You, you, you scoundrel!"

Xia Lang didn't eat this at all, walked forward, knocked off the right hand that the master was pointing at him, buried his head and stared at the master and said, "Don't talk nonsense, don't accept it!"

His eyes were very sharp, his tone was very domineering, and he was in the posture of punching Nanshan Nursing Home and kicking Beihai Kindergarten, and he almost dragged Mo Wentian by the collar to lift him up.

"No!"

Mo Wentian turned to the side.

Xia Lang's right hand aura converged, and gradually emitted a burst of red light.

"Ask again, do you accept it!"

Mo Wentian glanced at Gu Ming with slanted eyes, leaned slightly sideways and said, "No, don't accept it!"

Xia Lang is furious!

Seeing this, Gu Ming hurriedly stepped forward, preparing to hold this grumpy senior brother.

After all the things just now, he understood that people looked down on him, and there was no point in forcing it.

It's a little disappointing, but it's nothing when you think about it!

Anyway, I made up my mind to embark on the road of Danshi, and there is no loss if I fail to apprentice this time, and the immortal road will be long in the future, and it is not necessary to meet the sword gate that can afford to look down on me in the future.

Forget it, forget it!

Originally, I was just in the mood to give it a try, and apprenticeship is not benevolent, so don't affect the relationship between the master and apprentice for this matter.

Gu Ming was grateful, and pulled Xia Lang to prepare a few words of greeting.

How do you know that Xia Lang raised his hand and shook off Gu Ming's wrist on his shoulder, and his palm was red.

"Senior brother, don't be impulsive......"

Just when Gu Ming rushed forward again and was about to hug Xia Lang and prevent him from attacking again, what appeared in Xia Lang's hand was not a spirit sword, but a yellow-brown wine jar.

The wine jar is as big as a watermelon, the yellow mud vermilion seal, the color is wax sealed, the color is round, the yellow is bright, the wine jar is engraved with a dragon pattern, the teeth and claws are open, lifelike.

Well, what's going on.

Just between Gu Ming and Mo Wentian's stunnedness, Xia Lang had already held up the wine jar with one hand, gently patted the altar wall with his left hand, and said to himself with regret: "Hey, Senior Brother Gu took a lot of effort to get such a drunken immortal, and he said that he was ready to honor our master as a thank teacher's wine, but it's a pity!"

When Mo Wentian heard this, his eyes were straight.

"This is a jar of thirty-year-old wine, what a good thing that can be found but not sought, what a pity......!"

When Mo Wentian heard this, Harazi was all over the place.

Seeing this, Xia Lang's eyes brightened, and he pretended to hand the wine jar to the master.

"Drunken Forgetful Immortal!

Mo Wentian stared at the wine jar with straight eyes, subconsciously stretched out his hand to pick it up, and replied without any image: "Yes!"

"Thank you for the wine!

Xia Lang raised the wine jar slightly.

"No!"

Mo Wentian reluctantly withdrew his hands to pick up the wine jar.

Seeing this, Xia Lang smiled lightly, and once again pretended to hand the wine jar to the master.

"Drunken Forgetful Immortal!

Mo Wentian stared at the wine jar as if he had been evil, and subconsciously stretched out his hand again to pick it up.

"Yes!"

Xia Lang raised the wine jar slightly.

"Thank you for the wine!

Mo Wentian was very aggrieved and withdrew his hands to pick up the wine jar.

"No, no!"

Eh, master, image, do you still want the image of your Jindan Grandmaster?