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Huaqin used a fairy crane to carry Mo Yanchen, flying all the way through the main hall of Tianxuan, and then to the library, the training ground, the martial arts field and many other places.

Many of his fellow disciples looked at him curiously, but because Hua Qin was present, they just stared at him curiously.

Meng Jiao lay on the recliner and switched her spiritual sense, and through him she saw the entire present Tianxuan.

Finally, it was discovered that when he came back, he stared at Fengming Peak next door for a long time.

Fengming Peak is always filled with birdsong and flowers because Old Man Qi likes to raise spiritual beasts.

Coming back to her senses and taking a look at her bald Qingxuan Peak, Meng Jiao finally realized that it looked a bit ugly.

She slowly stretched out her hand and spread her consciousness to the entire mountain. The small flower flowed along her palm, carrying the seeds of space and began to spread across the entire mountain.

When Huaqin sent the person back, Mo Yanchen was still wondering whether what he had just seen was the red-feathered chicken that his master had mentioned.

He just learned from the sect's mission hall that the sect's resources can be obtained through missions, so what kind of mission should he complete to exchange one for his master?

He handed over the resources for the two of them this year and the life card that Mo Yanchen had just pointed at with his heart's blood.

Huaqin said that if he had any problems, he could also communicate with his fellow disciples in the sect through the horoscope.

Mo Yanchen nodded in thanks, used the jade pendant to open the restriction on Qingxuan Peak, and was about to go up when a vine tied his waist and quickly took him to the top of the mountain.

The thriving vitality made Huaqin a little dazed for a moment, but this also confirmed her guess.

My little ancestor, it's really the whole system...

Mo Yanchen was taken across the tea plantations and orchards at the foot of the mountain. Along the way, he could see streams all over the mountain and colorful flowers on both sides.

It was not until he landed on the top of the mountain and a breeze blew, causing the bamboo forest behind him to rustle, that he came back to his senses and looked at his master who was drinking tea on the recliner.

"Master, are these all illusions?"

She tapped his forehead with her fingers, and then Meng Jiao took him to the bamboo forest in the back mountain.

"Didn't you spend a long time looking at Fengming Peak just now?"

Mo Yanchen looked up in surprise, and he couldn't think of asking why she knew that. After a moment, he lowered his head and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

"Thank you, Master."

Slowly putting the man down, Meng Jiao threw the iron sword in the space to him, collected her thoughts,

"Follow the method I taught you and swing the sword. If you don't swing it a hundred times today, you won't be allowed to sleep."

Mo Yanchen gritted his teeth, the iron sword in his hand weighed a thousand pounds.

It was difficult for him to even lift it, and if he waved it a hundred times, he didn't know how long it would take...

It’s no big deal if I don’t sleep, but will Master be hungry?

Seeing that he was daydreaming, Meng Jiao tapped his forehead skillfully.

"If you don't concentrate, then go down the mountain tomorrow and attend morning classes with the inner disciples."

"No, Master. I can do it."

As he spoke, veins bulged on Mo Yanchen's arms. Although it was strenuous, he still tried his best to swing the sword.

Seeing that he was getting into the state, Meng Jiao did not leave. Every time when his sword-swinging posture was not standard, she would sternly ask him to do it again.

By the time he finished swinging the sword a hundred times, Mo Yanchen often couldn't even lift his arms, let alone make food for Meng Jiao.

Holding him in her arms, Meng Jiao sent him back to the cave, and told him that he could go into the space to soak in order to relax.

Although there is a spiritual spring in the back mountain of Qingxuan Peak, its effect is still inferior to Mengjiao's spiritual spring water.

Mo Yanchen gritted his teeth, determined to work harder in the future.

Because apart from helping his master cook, he couldn't think of any other use for himself.

This sword-swinging continued for several months. Mo Yanchen had already progressed from the initial sword-swinging to a complete set of sword moves.

During the performance, although Meng Jiao demanded perfection and precision in every move, she would also stop and patiently help him explain.

As time went by, Mo Yanchen would occasionally speak to her with a hint of resentment and coquettishness.

Meng Jiao tapped his forehead helplessly, but her hands gently massaged his sore arms and shoulders.

Another day, Mo Yanchen skillfully brought morning tea from the kitchen to the courtyard.

Now, in addition to the main courtyard for the two of them, Qingxuan Peak also has a study, other wing rooms and rooms with different functions on the side.

It’s because the elders who came to teach Master always forget the time of teaching.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel happy again. In the entire Tianxuan, except for a few elders, he was the only one who knew how powerful his master was.

"Master, good morning. Shall we learn sword flying today?"

Meng Jiao has been working non-stop for more than four months and is somewhat exhausted.

However, since the two of them have Tianxuan's resources, how can they not do anything to help Tianxuan?

Yesterday, not long after she learned how to draw the Soul Sealing Array, Huaqin entrusted her to fight in the southern demon-control battlefield on behalf of the sect.

The demons have been making small moves relentlessly lately. As people from the four major sects, we must take the lead and show our attitude.

As the sect's young ancestor, Meng Jiao was not supposed to go.

But when Huaqin accidentally mentioned a new secret place that had emerged in the southern sea area,

Meng Jiao immediately said that who else but her could take on the national cause!

Just as Meng Jiao was still thinking about whether to take him with her this time, the restriction under Qingxuan Peak trembled faintly.

When she saw who was coming, Meng Jiao frowned in confusion.

"Master, is today's morning tea not to your taste?"

Mo Yanchen stared at the steamed snacks on the plate. The salty and spicy taste was correct. Could it be that he got tired of eating them these days?

"Nothing, just eat, the master will be back soon."

After thinking about it, I was afraid that he would wait for me and not eat, so I simply added,

"Eat it up and come back for inspection."

Mo Yanchen stretched out his hand to say something, but failed to hold onto the edge of her clothes.

After a moment, he gritted his teeth, peeled the glutinous rice chicken in front of him and quickly put it into his mouth. After a few bites, he quickly jumped down the mountain.

Meng Jiao waved her hand to open the ban, and was speechless when she saw Kang Tan leaning on the tree trunk with one hand in front of her, as if he thought he was very handsome.

"What's the matter?"

Kang Tan withdrew his hand in frustration.

"Can't the fairy praise me first? I have been thinking about this posture for a long time, but I just want to say, hey, don't worry about it, little ancestor, I will go with you to the South China Sea this time."

Meng Jiao took back her hand that closed the restriction and looked at him straight in the eye. Thinking of his identity as the young master, she didn't say anything unpleasant.

"Just you and me?"

Seeing her like this, Kang Tan quickly explained,

"No, no, Jian Zong Jingxi and Dan Gong Bai Xuan are both at the sect gate. I just want to get there before them and see the young ancestor's immortal appearance sooner."

When Mo Yanchen rushed down the mountain gate as fast as he could,

In front of her was Meng Jiao's slowly lowering her hand, and the man opposite was covering his forehead and smiling at her in a flattering manner.

Did the master touch him?

Did you flick his forehead?

This book belongs to him alone!

How can Master be so close to others!

The heavy sword in his hand was clenched tightly, and Mo Yanchen's eyes could not help but burst into anger, as if he wanted to burn the person who spied on his belongings.

Sensing the presence behind her, Meng Jiao waved her hand to close the restriction.

He nodded slightly to Kang Tan who was beaten by him for being funny.

"You guys go ahead, I'll catch up later."