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Mo Yanchen lowered his head, and the nails under his sleeves dug into his palms fiercely, leaving several crescent-shaped marks.

The master was really angry and didn't allow him to get close...

Unexpectedly, a teacup suddenly appeared in front of him.

All he could hear was the cold tone of his jade-like master.

"Your sword is a heavy sword, and your movements should follow the momentum. Retracting your hand just now will only slow down your sword's speed. Do you know your mistake?"

As soon as she said this, Mo Yanchen immediately looked up in surprise.

Her bright eyes widened involuntarily, and her tone outside was tinged with joy in a rare moment.

"I know I was wrong, and I won't do it again."

Seeing that the people around her were surprised by her words, Meng Jiao waited until Mo Yanchen had finished drinking the tea before she continued to speak.

"When fellow disciples compete, even if someone else provokes you, as the sect's junior uncle, you cannot presumptuously give instructions on the field. Today, I will punish you to stand in horse stance with that teacup on your head for an hour. Do you obey?"

Just a few words, but the words are full of deep meaning.

First of all, it was pointed out that this was a fight between fellow disciples, and it was the other party who provoked first, so Mo Yanchen was right to fight back.

Secondly, as for the subsequent actions, it was said before that they had been deliberately restrained, so what's wrong with calling this process guidance?

Finally, he brought up his identity as the sect's junior master, demonstrated his magnanimity, and punished him lightly on his own initiative.

After a set of combos was over, even the most soft-hearted elder in the sect who practiced the Way of the Common People could not find any fault, let alone others?

Placing the cup on the back of his palm, Mo Yanchen moved his body towards the position of his master, and assumed a standard horse-stance squatting posture.

The last trace of haze in the eyes dissipated, and the unknown emotions surged.

It is so complex and subtle that it is difficult to see even a little bit.

After three days, the internal competition finally ended. The top 20 newcomers entered the inner gate and chose to become disciples.

Mo Yanchen stayed by Meng Jiao's side, quietly observing his master's expression when he looked at the newcomers below.

There are two outstanding people with heavenly spiritual roots among this group of people, but compared with Meng Jiao's mutated spiritual roots, it is more important to worship other masters who are compatible with one's own attributes.

Seeing that no one chose Meng Jiao, Hua Qin, who knew that her little ancestor had all kinds of spiritual roots, couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Little Ancestor, didn't you suggest to Bai Xuan that we hold a few exchange meetings? These children have good qualifications, why don't you take one in?"

Meng Jiao thought to herself that she seemed to have forgotten something, and it turned out that she had dug a hole for herself by saying it casually.

Just as she was struggling with how to politely refuse, Mo Yanchen, who was more afraid that her master would take someone else in than being afraid of going down the mountain, took the initiative to speak.

"Master, I can follow you to learn, and I can also go to the exchange meeting on behalf of Qingxuan Peak."

Turning her head in surprise, Meng Jiao was also thinking about whether to let him get along with others, but the love poison in his body...

Seeing that she was unwilling, and being very optimistic about Mo Yanchen's abilities,

Huaqin simply respected their choice, and finally had no choice but to leave the square with her two new disciples riding on a crane.

On the way back to Qingxuan Peak, Mo Yanchen's good mood was almost written on his face.

Meng Jiao turned her head to look at him, the tone of her words was unclear.

"Are you so happy to be able to go down the mountain?"

"I am happy. As long as I think that my master still has only one disciple, I can't help but feel happy.

I may have to prepare breakfast for Master earlier in the future. There are more and more spiritual beasts in the back mountain recently. But if I am not around, Xiao Zi will definitely steal some. Also, if I am not watching Master’s fruit wine, I will definitely drink it too..."

As the sun sets in the sky, Mo Yanchen turns to look at Meng Jiao. His dark eyes are as bright as stars, alluring yet unaware.

Her mood fluctuated with it, and Meng Jiao rubbed it quietly with her fingertips.

It was like a feather was tickling the tip of her heart again and again, and the completely dark night just blocked her deep vision.

"As long as you're happy."

Looking from a high place, the clouds at the end of the sky began to gradually lower, and the tip of the nose could already smell the accumulation of water vapor in the air.

He put the spirit beast egg in his hand into the space, and reminded Xiaobai not to eat it carelessly. Then Mo Yanchen stood up and walked out of the alchemy room.

Behind him were his fellow disciples from other peaks who were attending classes together. There were three men and two women, all of whom were the best in the sect’s internal competition.

As a neighbor of Qingxuan Peak, Zhong Qianxue took out the spiritual umbrella of space and quickly chased after Mo Yanchen.

"Master Junior, I brought a spiritual umbrella, let's go back together~"

The heavy rain started pouring down. Mo Yanchen thanked her coldly for her kindness and prepared to rush back in the rain, still thinking about the egg drop soup that his master wanted to drink.

Just as I raised my eyes, the Milky Way was pouring down, and a touch of red slowly fell in the rain curtain covering the sky.

The corners of Mo Yanchen's lips curled up instantly, and the expectant expression on his face could be described as that of a good dog.

This made the other disciples who were hiding from the rain together stunned.

The bitter smell of herbs and the freshness of rain intertwined. Meng Jiao blinked and appeared in front of Mo Yanchen with her iconic black umbrella, standing on tiptoe and knocking on his forehead.

"If you don't bring an umbrella with you from now on, you will be washed away by the rain!"

Mo Yanchen quickly bent down, took the umbrella, and followed her into the rain.

"I know I am wrong, and I will allow Master to punish me."

Before Meng Jiao turned around and left, she threw a few teleportation talismans at the people who were so stunned that they even forgot to greet them.

"Tell your master to remember to return it to me later."

After they took it stupidly, they quickly bowed to Meng Jiao and thanked her. After a moment, they looked at her backs walking away and suddenly came to their senses.

No, why didn’t the master and disciple use the teleportation talisman?

At night at Qingxuan Peak, Meng Jiao had her egg drop soup and looked at the boy who wanted to exchange hairpins with her.

But he is not a teenager either. He just turned 19 some time ago, so he should be considered a young adult.

After three years, his hair has grown longer again, and he wants Master to help him cut it.

Mo Yanchen thought so and simply lay down beside her on the recliner, holding her waist and trying to act coquettishly.

"Master, can I still have the same hairstyle as last year? I also want a jade hairpin~"

The jade hairpin was removed, and Meng Jiao's long hair fell down gracefully. A few strands of hair playfully brushed across the back of Mo Yanchen's hand, causing a slight tingling sensation.

During these three years, the poison in Mo Yanchen's body would flare up every month.

Now he has become more and more unrestrained in private. A few days ago, he even kissed her secretly while she was sleeping.

He didn't even think about who taught him these skills. He actually dared to break the restrictions on his own cave in the middle of the night.

"Do you really want this jade hairpin? Well, I guess you just dislike the wooden hairpin I carved. Just give it back to me, Master."

Mo Yanchen suddenly raised his head and pressed her hand on his cheek.

"Does Master carve my hairpin every year? Then I won't change it. Hehe, I'm just joking."