The apprentice just wants to die

"It's gone! Where did you go?!"

In the early morning of the next day, Mo Wuyou shook the Qiankun bag in his hand vigorously, trying to shake out the cell phone he had run away from home.But he took out all his things, and the mobile phone he was thinking about was still missing.

"Where did it fall yesterday?" Mo Wuyou searched for nothing on his own, dragged 520 up from the bed, and slapped that silly face with his palm.

"Don't sleep, get up and help me find my phone."

"Hmm... what mobile phone..." 520 rubbed his eyes in a daze, and lifted the standby mode.

"My phone may have been dropped somewhere yesterday, you can scan it."

"it is good..."

"Ah!" 520 suddenly whispered, "Host, I can't scan."

Mo Wuyou frowned, "Why?"

520 paired his fingers, looking a little embarrassed, "Well, I can only scan living things, and things without vital signs can't be scanned."

Mo Wuyou glanced at 520 with a half-smile, "Really."

Under 520's nervous little movements, Mo Wuyou curled his lips and didn't say any more.

Huh, 520 secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it didn't want to do this either, but just now the main system sent him another message, telling him not to help the host find a mobile phone.

Although it really doesn't understand the main system's intention to do this, "the main system's commands are above everything else" is a rule engraved on its core code.

The second is to be loyal to the host, so even if it is willing to help the host out of its own will, it is useless, as long as the main system does not agree, it has nothing to do.

I can only wish the host good luck.

Mo Wuyou looked through the room and stopped looking. The time was close to the start of the disciple competition, and he had to go down to participate.

"Worriless, are you really going to participate in the competition?"

Mo Wuyou opened the door and hadn't taken a few steps before seeing Feng Xun with a worried face.

"Master, I'm fine, don't worry."

Feng Xun was still worried, Mo Wuyou's spit of blood yesterday had seriously frightened him.

"Wuyou, you don't look very well right now, you won't be able to take it anymore." Feng Xun frowned as he looked at Mo Wuyou's pale face and pale lips.

It's useless to talk too much, Mo Wuyou decided to carry his shamelessness to the end, stepped forward and hugged Feng Xun's arm, shook it gently, and said coquettishly, "Master, I'm really fine, just let me go~~"

Seeing that Feng Xun's expression was slightly loose, Mo Wuyou continued to work hard, "I promise, if you can't take it anymore, it will end immediately, okay? Master~~"

"Alas", Feng Xun seemed a little helpless, and rubbed Mo Wuyou's head in a funny way, "I can't do anything about you, remember what you said, if you can't bear it, you should stop immediately, you know?"

Mo Wuyou patted his chest with a serious face, "Yes!"

"You." Feng Xun pointed his index finger at Mo Wuyou's forehead, smiled lightly and shook his head, "Then let's go."

(I.e.

There were already many people in the martial arts competition venue, and people from all sects gathered together to chat, it was very lively.

The arrival of Feng Xun and Mo Wuyou caused quite a commotion.After all, one is Qing Ya's head teacher, the person with the most unfathomable cultivation in the fairy world; and the other is the head teacher who has been widely rumored since childhood, but has never made a move in front of everyone.

Especially Mo Wuyou, almost everyone present today had guessed what level he would be.To be accepted as a disciple of Feng Xianjun, who never accepts apprentices, must be extremely talented.

"That must be Mo Wuyou, he looks good." A female disciple from Penglai tugged on the sleeve of a friend beside her, her tone a little excited.

The friend also nodded and said, "Really, the facial features are so delicate."

"Tch, what's the use of being good-looking? You're not just a boy with a red dress, you look like a bitch." Those male disciples were upset, they had never received such admiration before.

Isn't it just a face, no matter how good-looking it is, it doesn't matter how good-looking it is, let those female disciples know what is the most important thing later.

"What do you know, just look at this face, let me raise him!" A female disciple from another sect joined the battlefield and pouted at the male disciples.Then he turned to Mo Wuyou with a look of nympho, "It's really good to see..."

"There is also Feng Xianjun, Feng Xianjun is also very good-looking!"

As soon as these words came out, those male disciples didn't say anything more.Feng Xun's strength is recognized, no matter how envious they are, there is nothing they can do about it. He is capable and good-looking.

Gui Yao, the female disciple who said the first thing, nodded and shook her head, "Feng Xianjun is indeed very good-looking, but I still like Mo Wuyou better, his face is my favorite type."

Gui Yao's friend raised his eyebrows, "You, you said before that you like Feng Xianjun the most, why did you change so quickly?"

Gui Yao touched the tip of her nose, and said confidently, "Everyone is subject to change, who knew that Feng Xianjun's disciples are also so good-looking."

In a corner, Yan Zhixin, the head of Haiyue, was giving Zhao An the last word, "Zhao An, remember, the one in red is Mo Wuyou. If he doesn't match up with you, forget it. Now, you should focus on it, and it would be best if he can be abolished."

Zhao Anyin raised the corners of her lips with a smile, and said in a vicious tone, "Don't worry, Sect Leader, I will definitely not make it easy for him."

He will let everyone know that Feng Xun's apprentice is nothing more than that, and he will take revenge for being rejected by Feng Xun before.

In the hall used to watch the competition, Cen Zhuo, head of the Huiqing sect, said with a teasing smile, relying on his good relationship with Feng Xun, "Feng Xun, your disciple has taken most of your limelight today."

Feng Xun smiled, and took a look at Wuyou, "Wuyou is indeed good-looking, and it's normal to be popular."

Just as Mo Wuyou was about to leave the lobby, he heard the conversation between the two. He turned around and saw Feng Xun looking at him, so he smiled cheerfully, "Master, I'm going down first."

"Okay, be careful." Feng Xun warned in a warm voice, and did not look away until Mo Wuyou's figure was gone.

"The relationship between you master and apprentice is so good, the apprentice is so obedient and sensible." Cen Zhuo sighed with emotion, "It's not like my apprentice, he is simply a troublemaker, and he finds me something to do every day."

Nangong Duan secretly rolled his eyes, another ignorant person who was deceived by Mo Wuyou.

Back then, when he saw Mo Wuyou for the first time, he was also fooled by that pink and jade-carved soft appearance, and thought he was a good baby.

As a result, he was severely slapped in the face not long after. A good baby is a good baby, but it was in front of Feng Xun.In front of other people, Mo Wuyou should not be too scary, he is simply a devil.

Nangong Duan still remembers how Mo Wuyou, who was seven years old, beat a disciple who was five years older than him and who had already started to practice until he vomited blood and fell into a coma.

Although it was later found out that the disciple started the trouble, Mo Wuyou's character Nangong Duan was half understood.

But Feng Xun felt that Mo Wuyou was a pitiful little bullied, so he coaxed Mo Wuyou for a long time because of this, his heart ached.

It's not that Feng Xun is too slow to see it, it's that Mo Wuyou is too obedient in front of Feng Xun.Only in front of Feng Xun, Mo Wuyou would be so obedient, so harmless, put away all hostility, and show his kindest side.

Mo Wuyou left the lobby, suddenly feeling that he had forgotten something, it seemed to be a very important thing.

What's the matter?

"Is it Mr. Mo?" A female voice sounded, and Mo Wuyou remembered instantly.

That's right, he forgot about Feng Xun's peach blossom.

In the previous life, this woman named Zhang Yu'an asked him to give Feng Xun a gift, and she agreed wholeheartedly, and then set it on fire in the next second, leaving no residue.

"May I ask who you are?" Mo Wuyou restrained his expression and smiled politely.

Zhang Yu'an was a little embarrassed, bit his lips, and passed the sachet in his hand, "I am the coach of the Taixu sect, my name is Zhang Yu'an, I...have admired Feng Xianjun for a long time, this sachet can be troublesome Will Mr. Mo be handed over to Feng Xianjun?"

It's not that Zhang Yu'an never gave Feng Xun a gift before, she finally took advantage of the opportunity of the communication between the various factions to give Feng Xun this sachet, but Feng Xun directly declined.

She didn't want to give up, she really liked Feng Xianjun, and Feng Xianjun had never found a Taoist partner in these years, and believed that as long as she persisted, she would definitely be able to impress Feng Xianjun.

Mo Wuyou glanced at the exquisitely crafted sachet in his hand, and his smile didn't reach his eyes, "No trouble, it's just a little effort, Master will definitely like it."

Zhang Yu'an blushed, "Really..."

"En." Mo Wuyou waved his hand, then I'll go get it to Master.

He knew very well whether Feng Xun would accept this thing, but he didn't bother to burn it, it was indeed a matter of walking a few steps, maybe there would be fun to watch.

"Master."

"Hey, why are you back, Wuyou?" Feng Xun was accompanying Nangong Duan to greet some of the headmen, when Mo Wuyou walked into the hall again.

Mo Wuyou smiled obediently at the several headmen who came over and saluted, looking very sensible.

Then he looked at Feng Xun, "I have something to ask Master, can Master come here for a while?"

Feng Xun followed Mo Wuyou to the side, and immediately held a hand, "Wuyou is not feeling well, let Master have a look."

In the end, he saw the sachet Mo Wuyou was holding in his hand, and he was taken aback, "Wuyou is this?"

Mo Wuyou stuffed the sachet into Feng Xun's hand, and laughed teasingly, "Master is very lucky, I just went down, and a girl asked me to bring a gift for Master."

Feng Xun looked at the sachet in his hand, but couldn't see any expression, "So you brought Wuyou here?"

"Yes." Mo Wuyou continued, "Master, would you like to meet that girl? Although she is not as good as Master, she still looks pretty good."

Feng Xun pursed his lower lip hard, a little unhappy, Wuyou just brought him here without caring at all, did he really not care if he fell in love with others?

Putting the sachet back into Mo Wuyou's hand, his tone was blunt, "Return Wuyou to that girl, Master doesn't want it!"

At the same time, he held Mo Wuyou's hand with some strength, and then slowly let go.

Mo Wuyou narrowed his eyes, a thought flashed through him, and he suddenly changed his tone, "Okay, actually, this sachet is what I want to give to Master, I entrusted a senior brother to buy it before, and I bought it today Bring it back, does Master like it?"

Feng Xun paused, and his expression softened a lot. He grabbed back the poor sachet that had been pushed back before, "Ahem, actually this sachet is very pretty. Master likes it very much, thank you Wuyou."

"..." Mo Wuyou stared at Feng Xun, his eyes darkened, and then he smiled again, "As long as Master likes it."

On the road

520 flew around Mo Wuyou suspiciously, "Host, why do you say that the sachet was given by you?"

Mo Wuyou didn't answer, but instead asked an irrelevant question, "Will my power be weakened in every world I go to?"

"Ah?" 520 was stunned for a while before reacting, "Yes, because the power of the host cannot be tolerated by other worlds, so the world consciousness will be lowered."

"That's it..." Mo Wuyou didn't know what to think of, and a red light flashed in his eyes.

The author has something to say: Master, I don't like this sachet at all.

Mo Xiaoyou: This is from me.

Master: In fact, if you look carefully at this sachet, it is still very beautiful!

Mo Xiaoyou: ...Oh, man.