How many times the group portrait is spring

When Bian Yangtian received the news, Shu Huayan was chewing dried fruit to tease the dog, and after listening to his subordinates report the feat of their Fujun, he burst out laughing: "As expected of Yan Huai."

"Wandao League has a faint intention of accountability, sect master, how should we deal with it?" the subordinate who reported the letter continued to ask.

"Just ask, do they have evidence that we did it?" Shu Huayan threw another dried fruit into his mouth, and with a flick of his fan, he looked like a romantic man again, "Even if there is, I will want it some other day." Got it?"

"My subordinate understands."

"Get back." Shu Huayan fanned his fan, his smile widened, and he touched the fur of two 'black dogs' on one side, muttering to himself: "I haven't seen Fujun for a long time, Is he too happy outside? He doesn't even care about you little bastard."

The 'black dog' bit Shu Huayan and said, "You are a beast, I am a wolf."

"Aren't they all the same?" Shu Huayan shook his hands in disgust, and as if remembering something, he said angrily: "The food expenses of Yan Huai's pets are all higher than mine! Excessive!"

He rolled his eyes, got an idea, put his hands together and lifted the black wolf up, half worriedly said: "Look at this little black dog, it's black and fat, it's time to lose weight."

"You are the dog! You are the fat!"

And the ghost doctor who has different opinions has left Dongshan long ago.

The rainy season in Dongshan was still cloudy, the three members of the same clan stayed in the inn, the two senior brothers each played a game of black and white chess, and Mo Lingyun sat watching from the sidelines.

As for the harvesting of the moon grass, Yan Huai left Dongshan, Ning Qing had no interest in going there, Jing Rong should not show up, and Mo Lingyun was stimulated by the execution of the Great Demon Dongshan by the Wan Dao League, so he was determined not to see other people Divide the spoils.

Jing Rong didn't know why he was unclear, so he just said indifferently: "Moon tan grass is not a very rare thing, so it's okay not to look at it."

Mo Lingyun hugged the back of the chair and said nothing, looking at the black and white criss-crossing of the chessboard, well, he couldn't understand it, he really didn't know who had the upper hand, the master and the uncle are quiet people, one has to judge the chess game from their expressions and behavior Pros and cons are also impossible.

Ning Qing said that when Qin Wujian went back to the sect together, he usually spent time with Jing Rong when he was in Dongshan. He didn't know where the chess game had progressed. Anyway, Mo Lingyun couldn't understand it. He only knew that it was his master who conceded the defeat first. .

"Me! I want to play too!" Mo Lingyun, who watched the two play chess calmly for a long time, raised his hand, his eyes swept back and forth on Ning Qing and Jing Rong.

"Martial nephew is interested in playing chess?" Ning Qing smiled lightly and warmly, and gave way to Mo Lingyun.

Mo Lingyun flicked his ponytail, looked at his opponent Jing Rong fixedly and said, "Gobang!"

As the saying goes, if God opens a window for you, it may close the door for you.

Mo Lingyun, as a heavenly genius who was full of talent in the way of swordsmanship, was miserable at backgammon, and was killed by Jing Rong without even getting to the fourth piece.

This chess game is a bit over the top.Mo Lingyun glanced at the white pieces on the board that had already formed five pieces in a row, "Again!"

Jing Rong looked at him quietly, picked up the white chess and silently indulged Mo Lingyun's accidental petty willfulness.

Mo Lingyun, who was about to lose again, tilted his head, blinked and hinted that Ning Qing should give him some pointers, but Ning Qing didn't accept his hint, "Watch the chess without saying a word."

"This is to save my nephew from danger." Mo Lingyun hurriedly answered.

Jing Rong watched the chess, but did not stop Mo Lingyun from asking for help.

Ning Qing still helped Mo Lingyun, probably because Mo Lingyun lost so badly that he couldn't stand it any longer. He pointed to the intersection lines on the chessboard and said softly, "Fall here."

Finally, Mo Lingyun, who was not defeated by Jing Rong's third son, was moved and said, "Can I win this fight?"

Seeing that Mo Lingyun made four pieces in a row, he won with one more move; the closed door was suddenly pushed open, and the bamboo hat that Jing Rong put on the side fell back on his head, this game was impossible.

"Senior Brother Mo!" Duan Changkong called.

"..." Mo Lingyun, who was just one step away from winning, was speechless. He took a deep breath, put the black chess piece on it to form five pieces in a row, and sighed: "Okay, this round is complete."

"Brother Mo, what are you doing?"

"Practice chess, self-cultivation." After staying with Ning Qingjingrong for a long time, Mo Lingyun also spoke with a bit of politeness, although the premise of his words was to suppress his own anger.

"Amazing." Duan Changkong, who had no idea that he had let Mo Lingyun miss the chance to beat his master, sighed with emotion. He had been staying with the people from Yaowang Valley during this time, and asked Wan Daomeng Zhou Xuan to ask for it for Changchuan Academy In the past few months, there was very little opportunity to meet Mo Lingyun.

He came to Mo Lingyun this time because he also had something to say.

"By the way, Senior Brother Mo, my teacher has sent a message that the flood tide in Changchuan Lake is about to break out, and people outside the lake are forbidden to enter. This time, I just want to tell you this. If you come to our Changchuan Academy, you have to change it. The time has been changed." Duan Changkong was in a good mood after collecting a lot of herbs and someone from the academy came to pick them up, but it didn't mean that he could go against Chang Chuanze's rules and take Mo Lingyun back.

"That's it..." Mo Lingyun, who has read the annals, still knows what a flood is. There are many formations in Changchuan Lake, especially during flood tides. People in the lake can't get out, and people outside the lake can't. I can't get in, so spring and winter are the best time to go to Changchuanze, but now it's summer.

"Anyway, I can't go now. If you have time in the future, you are welcome to come to my Changchuan Academy." Duan Changkong handed him a sign, "With this pass, Brother Mo can enter my Changchuan Academy." Unimpeded."

"Okay." Mo Lingyun accepted the sign, and then remembered that he had nothing to give to Duan Changkong. He, the chief disciple of the Xuantian Sect, came out not long after he became a disciple, unlike Duan Changkong, who is as genuine as the head of Changchuan Academy.

After Duan Changkong left, Ning Qing also left, leaving only the two of them, master and apprentice, together, silent again.

"Your disciple's order is in the storage space." Seeing that Mo Lingyun was restless, Jing Rong explained: "I just finished it after the year of Wanshitang, and I will take it for you before I have time to pick it up." You took it."

Mo Lingyun was stunned, and understood Jing Rong's euphemism. At that time, his master had just left the customs, and Jing Rong did this because he was afraid that he would not accept it.

Jade is the best jade, engraved with the totem of Xuantianzong and his name Mo Lingyun of Lingxiao Peak. Mo Lingyun rubbed his fingertips against the green pine of Lingxiao Peak. It is the valley, Qingluan peak is the device, and Qingyue peak is the cloud, each of which is representative.

This disciple order is also divided into ranks. As Ling Xiaofeng's first disciple, he must use the highest rank, which means that this brand is definitely more than just a status symbol.Holding the jade tablet, Mo Lingyun asked casually, "Is there a rune formation inside?"

"Yes." Jing Rong answered simply, "The inner formation is connected to the sect, and can be used as a location for help. People are alive and jade is there, and people are dead and jade is broken."

"The monk's world...is really interesting..." Mo Lingyun took a breath, and asked again: "Master, now that Changchuan Lake is sealed off, where else can I go?"

"Return to the sect?"

"...I don't want to go back yet."

"Then I won't go back." Jing Rong answered simply, seeing Mo Lingyun's eyes were hesitant again, "What's wrong?"

"No, let's take one step at a time." Mo Lingyun lowered his voice, "I might be able to find a solution to my meridians..."

Jing Rong was startled when he heard the words, and when he raised his eyes to look at Mo Lingyun again, his eyes softened a little, and he said: "There will be, even if there is no solution, you are still my Jing Rong's apprentice."

******

The nearest big city to Dongshan is called Yeye, and it is the most prosperous and stable city within a thousand miles. There is a family of swordsmen, the Li family, in it. The stability of the city.

The bamboo forest outside the city is verdant, and what's even more surprising is that many young and strong people in the forest shuttle through it, as if they are looking for something.

Mo Lingyun looked curiously, and casually asked passers-by: "Hey, brother, what are you looking for, so many people?"

"White Leopard, who doesn't know that Miss Li likes White Leopards." The honest man answered casually, and after seeing Mo Lingyun's appearance, he immediately became vigilant: "Do you also want to participate in the Li family's martial arts competition to recruit relatives?"

"What is a white leopard... huh? What?" Mo Lingyun's smile froze, and he wanted to ask what a white leopard was, and why he just used martial arts to recruit relatives.

"Are you from a foreign country?" The honest man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mo Lingyun's reaction.

Mo Lingyun nodded, and then asked what the white leopard was, and now this person was willing to answer him, but he still gave an answer that was full of hype. What should only exist in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world. The cutest creature in the world is just It is the white leopard unique to their Metallurgical City.

"Black and white, with both ears pricked up?" Mo Lingyun was stunned, this, this description, he couldn't imagine it.

"No!" This man obviously loves and is proud of the white leopard they have here.

"Oh..." In short, after listening for a long time, Mo Lingyun still didn't understand what kind of species the white leopard was. He thanked the human being and continued walking forward with Jing Rong.

However, I probably understand that the Li family is going to hold a martial arts contest for their young lady, Li Yao, to recruit relatives. Li Yao likes white leopards very much, but white leopards are very scarce, so many people are tempted to grab a white leopard to beg for favor. Miss happy thoughts.

But what does it matter to him, Mo Lingyun, he is just passing by.

Mo Lingyun was still discussing what to have for lunch with Jing Rong, when the two of them were about to reach the gate of Yeye City, the horses galloping past stirred up ashes on the ground, he just opened his mouth to eat a mouthful of ashes, and subconsciously turned sideways to replace Jing Tolerate the dust in the sky, even if others have bamboo hats but he doesn't.

"Who is so wicked?!" Mo Lingyun coughed twice, and when he looked for the culprit, he saw a red shadow flying past.

He stretched out his hand to brush the dust on the bamboo hat for Jing Rong, but he was not so gentle with himself, even if the black color didn't look dirty, he didn't know if it was clean after he patted himself like this twice, "Master, are you okay?"

"fine."

This seemed to be just the beginning of the bad luck. The second bad luck that came soon was that the metallurgical city needed to pass the customs certificate to enter the city, but Mo Lingyun didn't have it.