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Although he loves to beg for cheapness on the lips and does not respect the teacher very much on the surface, but in his heart he has long been a teacher and friend of Mo Dao, and now when he saw that his master was humiliated, he was angry for a while, so he scolded bitterly.

He has always thought that he is the best at observing words and feelings, just like ambushing Su Yunxiang in the past, once he can't do it, he will immediately change his face, it is precisely because he expects that the other party's temperament is the most showy, domineering, and he will like to play slowly, and he is reluctant to kill him, just like a cat catching a mouse.

If you do what you like, pretend to be crazy and stupid for him to play, you will definitely save your life and leave a way back for revenge.

Besides, who would kill a madman for this reason?

At this point, he decided that he was right.

How did you know that the young man had a cold face, glanced at him with disgust, and said to Mo Dao in a deep voice: "What kind of good seedling is it, but he is so mean and reckless, impetuous, and his actions must be taken seriously, and it is difficult to take on big responsibilities. However, it is also appropriate to worship you as a teacher, it is half a catty to eight taels, 'a famous teacher produces a high apprentice'. He deliberately said the last sentence loudly, which made people feel very harsh and unpleasant.

"Didn't you ask a few of us to take in the disciples, and it would be picky. The second junior brother watched the sky and divined the hexagram and calculated that 'the evil star came from the west', and Han'er was exactly this way, and he was extraordinary. It's a mule or a horse, and I'll only know when I walk it in the future, what conclusion do you make so quickly......" Mo Dao didn't even have the courage to look at the young man, he just muttered and complained with a sideways face.

The young man glanced at him and said coldly: "I'm afraid that you are not stable, you have always been so-so, staggered, and mischievous, and you have regarded a clumsy donkey as a divine horse." ”

Chuan Han was so angry at the moment that he was burning his buttocks, jumped three times high, pointed at the young man and scolded: "Who do you say is a donkey? You are a pink-faced child, the old bachelor is afraid of you, but I am not afraid of you." If you are a man, you will go to a fight with me, even if you are the emperor, you can only talk about heroes when you see a real chapter under your hands. ”

This secret talk on the scene, I dare to listen to the storyteller, it is the signature Liangzi in "Xue Rengui Single-handedly Captures the Goguryeo Marksman", he listened to it at the time, and he felt very heroic, so he memorized it firmly.

At this time, I borrowed it according to the gourd painting, which was quite unreliable. But I saw him clenching his fists and arms, his chest was straight, and his horse was stuck, as if he had a bit of the momentum of practicing his family.

"Han'er must not be rude, he is your ......" Mo Dao shouted urgently, but before he finished speaking, he glared at the young man and stopped him from talking further.

"That's what I mean, it's time to teach you a lesson, a megalomaniacal boy. The young man looked Chuan Han up and down for a while, and said coldly.

Chuan Han is not reckless and impulsive, he sees the young man's oily face and weak appearance, and he expects that with his strength, he wants to teach him a pampered noble brother is not ready to be caught?

Although he has not practiced martial arts and does not know one and a half moves, this punch is really vigorous, and the fist style is very strong. Although it is not based on the premise of wanting people's lives, it only uses fifty percent of its strength, but if it is hit, it will inevitably cause serious injuries.

He was very confident, and a punch was slamming into the face of his hatred.

However, the young man didn't seem to have any intention of making a move, still carrying his hands behind his back, staring calmly at his fists, and not moving.

The other party looked like he was being slaughtered, which made Chuan Han hesitate: How could the eldest husband do something to a person who had no resistance? However, at this time, it was too late to stop, and the heavy punch was only a breath away from the handsome face.

Just when Chuan Han exhaled the word "hide", something strange happened-Chuan Han only felt that the white shadow in front of him flickered, and the young man seemed to dissipate out of thin air, there was no sign at all, and the heavy punch only hit the void in front of him.

With a punch in the air, before he could be surprised, Chuan Han's body lost his balance and fell forward. It was at this moment that he felt a gust of wind rising from under his feet, and the strength was strong and strong, and when it swept away the leaves in autumn, it blew him into the air.

In an instant, Sichuan Han was like a paper kite, already in mid-air, dizzy, and his mind was blank. Suddenly, I felt that my whole body was suddenly slapped dozens of times, but the palm power was continuous, and it didn't hurt or itch. Suddenly, he felt his whole body turn, his head and feet, and he fell steadily, as if he had gone through a cloud and fog.

I saw that the young man didn't seem to move, and said to Mo Dao: "Killing the dragon yin evil is suppressed, and his bones are not very good, but he can barely withstand some forging." Come in, I have something important to tell you. As he spoke, he turned around and glanced at Chuan Han, his cold face did not change, and he immediately walked into the bamboo building.

Chuan Han's soul stood there as if he was judging whether the scene was awake or a dream, and he was as stunned as a piece of wood. Mo Dao pushed him behind his back and said, "Your master just stretches out and measures how many catties and taels your kid has, can you use it like this?" Don't embarrass me, let's go, remember to say no to him when you are young, the eldest husband can stretch and bend, so as not to suffer in the future." ”

"Master, you mean that the pink-faced kid is you......" Chuan Han immediately screamed when he heard it.

Mo Dao had already taken a step forward, and before Chuan Han could exhale the word "Master", he grabbed his collar, dragged it forward, and said in a deep voice: "You kid is itchy, isn't it? ”

When Chuan Han recalled what he had done today, he was full of remorse and scolded himself for being as stupid as a donkey at that time.

It turned out that the handsome "young man" was not only his master, but also had a father-son relationship with Mo Dao, his name was Mo Yuyun, the word Yunhe, and he was one hundred and forty-three years old, which was the head of the "Three Scholars of Hanting" in the past. The father and son practiced a mysterious mental method called "Arowana Heart Sutra", which is very miraculous and naturally cannot be measured by the normality of mortals.

The bamboo building does not look grand and tall on the outside, but there is a lot on the inside. The three of them walked back and forth, out of the front hall, across the lotus lake, around the corridor, Mo Yuyun walked in front of the white robe swaying in the wind, a heart of Baili Chuanhan, just like this robe undulating, thinking while walking, knowing that he was in trouble, and was planning a countermeasure.

The main hall gate is in front of you, suddenly I hear a burst of piano sound, singing at the same time, the piano rhyme is sonorous and powerful, as if there are thousands of troops, the singing is loud, the pride is unrestrained.

Mo Yuyun had already gathered his mind and stopped listening. Mo Dao and Chuan Han didn't dare to disturb, and stood behind them at the moment. But listening to the lyrics, there are more than 100 words, four rhymes before and after, the first word of the ninth sentence is to use the voice, and the final sentence is the following three syntax.

It is a song with excellent artistic conception "Water Dragon Yin".

The big strings are noisy and the small strings are eager like showers when they are urgent, and when they are light, they are like whispers. It's just that in the melodious Qingyue, a trace of sabre-rattling Xiao killing aura is full of here, like a strong bow of ten thousand ways, full of strings, and sharp arrows are aimed at every inch of Baili Chuanhan's skin!

When he couldn't understand why, cold sweat was already oozing from his forehead, and his palms were already wet.

The sound of the piano stops, and the singing stops. Mo Yuyun pushed the door in, and praised it in his mouth: "Qi'er's piano skills have made great progress, it must be because of the comprehension of the mental method, and the internal strength is a thousand miles in a day." It seems that in time, you will be able to achieve your master's 'Pure Yang Nine Heavens Divine Flame'**, and your master should be relieved that he has such a disciple. ”

In front of the lobby, there was a plain ladies screen, and the person who played the piano and sang behind the screen, heard the sound and said apologetically: "Shuqi couldn't suppress the inferiority for a while, and played with it without authorization, fortunately he didn't spoil the late Tang Dynasty piano, but he knew that he shouldn't do it, and asked the master to punish him." ”