Master dismantles CP with bare hands in the human world

Xie Minran asked with a trace of worry on his brows, "Is your body better?"

Mu Chu was not worried about his body, but gave him a sympathetic look, "No problem, thank you brother for your concern."

Xie Minran is Kunlun's second-in-command, and everyone knows this. Basically, he takes care of everything big and small on Kunlun Mountain.

Usually people would go to Xie Minran directly to deal with any matter. After all, even if they were looking for Xu Jinhou, the official leader, these matters would still fall to Xie Minran's side in the end.

Outsiders say that Xu Jinhou is just the face of Kunlun Mountain, a marionette in Xie Minran's hands, and a veritable "Son of Heaven" puppet.

However, the people in Kunlun Mountain seem to have never heard of these discussions that were intended to watch the excitement. They still do what they do every day. Be affectionate.

And in the scribbled ending of the original book, whether it is the simple and honest head of Kunlun Mountain or the second in command of Kunlun Mountain, the ending of these two people is not very happy——

Xu Jinhou was seriously injured and his life and death were uncertain; Xie Minran disappeared and his whereabouts are unknown.

So rather than saying that these two are fighting for power and profit, it is better to say that they are suffering brothers and sisters.

Thinking of the embarrassing ending of the original book, Mu Chu sighed softly in his heart, the three of them are poor people with ill-fated fate.

Immediately, he looked at Xie Minran with the look of meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign country, and seeing the tearful eyes of a fellow villager, he couldn't help but asked without words, "I haven't seen senior brother for a long time, is there something important that senior brother is busy with recently?"

Xie Minran put the folding fan in his hand aside, raised his hand and lightly touched the teapot with the back of his hand, the touch was warm, and then he picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea.

The fragrance of tea is overflowing, and the room is full of fragrance.

Xie Minran's brows were a little troubled, and he said leisurely, "The Sword Trial Conference is coming up, and all the sects are busy making preparations, so they are a bit busy."

He raised his eyes and looked at Mu Chu guiltily, "I'm really sorry for not being able to visit Junior Brother in time."

Mu Chu held the teacup to warm his hands, and smiled indifferently when he heard the words, "What's the matter, senior brother has already worked hard enough to go in and out every day, senior brother, don't worry about such small things."

Xie Minran regained his face when he heard the relieved words, his smile melted like ice and snow, shining brightly in the room, "That's good."

He paused, eyebrows curved, and said again, "The three of us brothers and sisters may not have met for a long time, I will prepare food and drinks tonight, so please don't miss the meeting."

Mu Chu nodded in good agreement.

Xie Minran raised his eyes and glanced at Jing Yuan, who was standing silently beside him like a transparent person, and said with a smile, "At first you were reluctant to accept me as an apprentice, but now it seems that you have taken away a night pearl unknowingly." .Your disciple is the one with the fastest improvement in cultivation among this group of disciples."

Mu Chu coughed to cover up his embarrassment, and the base of his ears turned red.

Jing Yuan raised a pair of black and bright eyes to look at Mu Chu with deep meaning, then lowered his head again, still silent.

Xie Minran picked up the dark green teacup with his slender and slender hand, put it to his lips and took a sip, and he stopped teasing Mu Chu, his peach blossom eyes were filled with a smile.

Mu Chu naturally knew what Xie Minran had just said about accepting apprentices.

Kunlun Mountain accepts apprentices only once every ten years.

The last time he accepted an apprentice was eight years ago, that is, when the hero Jing Yuan was ten years old.

As soon as the news of Kunlun Mountain's acceptance of apprentices came out that year, people who came to Kunlun to study as teachers lined up from the gate of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and then from the foot of the mountain to the two neighboring towns of Kunlun.

The momentum is huge and unique.

That year, Xu Jinhou had just taken over as the head of the sect, and there were countless people who came to pay homage to him. It took him dozens of days to select all the disciples with good foundations.

Hundreds of thousands of people who came to Kunlun with great enthusiasm left only 1000 people in the end.

One percent chance!

But if the remaining [-] made him take him, he would be so worried that he couldn't sleep all night.

So he is harmless to animals, with a flattering smile on his serious and honest face, he smiled and looked at the two junior brothers, "Junior brother, these disciples who came to worship the master are all excellent, it just so happens that both of you are still there." If you don’t confiscate disciples, how about we become masters together?”

Xie Minran looked at his flattering respectable face and smiled, and Li Dio replied deeply, "Senior brother, you must be lazy", and then covered his lips with a folding fan, and said slowly, "With the friendship of our senior brothers, I don’t seem to be doing well if I don’t help the evildoers.”

Immortal Master Mu Chumu had a cold wooden face, and said dryly, "No, trouble."

But no matter how reluctant he was, he was dragged to the training ground by the two senior brothers.

Thousands of disciples looked at the three immortals with different styles in front of them and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Some people persisted in their original intentions and worshiped Xu Jinhou, and some people worshiped Xie Minran, who looked easy to talk and was as gentle as jade. Only the last dozen or so little disciples were left hesitantly in place.

Mu Xianzun was so annoyed to death, he wished he could leave this wretched place early, seeing the remaining dozen or so little disciples gathered together, he thought they were the tasks assigned to him by his two senior brothers.

Hmph, they are considered acquainted, and they didn't give him so many troublesome disciples.

He raised his yùfable head, gave the group of whispering boys a haughty look, and said, "It's because you chose me recklessly, right? It's fine, you can go and rest. Tomorrow Maoshi Cuiwei Peak See you, I will interrupt whoever is late."

A dozen or so young disciples somehow became Mu Xianzun's disciples, and suddenly heard his threatening words, they all trembled in unison.

And Jing Yuan's skinny and small figure was hidden among the group of half-grown children.

At Maoshi the next day, a dozen young disciples with handsome faces and fluttering white clothes stood in front of the peak on Cuiwei Peak.

What a landscape picture of the immortals facing the wind, uh... If you ignore their trembling.

I really don't blame them for shaking all the time, because this Cuiwei Peak is really, Ha Qiu, it's really too cold.

Cuiwei Peak has a beautiful scenery, whether it is on the flat ground or between the cliffs, there are countless trees growing. The trees should be luxuriant. Layers upon layers of colorful colors are refracted in the bright sunshine. Looking down from a high place, no matter who you are, you will sincerely praise it. What a majestic and magnificent spectacle it is!

In fact, when the dozen or so young disciples first came to Cuiwei Peak, they were also shocked by the indescribable beauty in front of them, but they only admired it for a dozen seconds, because they soon had no time to take care of the beauty.

Who the hell can enjoy the scenery in a good mood in this howling cold wind!

They just felt that these unusually cold winds were like ghosts grabbing the gap and drilling into their warm necks.

One by one was shivering with cold.

When Mu Xianzun arrived, he saw more than a dozen young disciples standing there "well-behaved" waiting for him, and he couldn't help but sneered, "Humph, they're pretty sensible."

Then he tossed each of them a copy of the Sword Qi Mind Method, all of them said indifferently, "Let me practice this Mind Method, although I don't require you to be as talented and talented as I am, but if it is a year If you can't comprehend one and a half tricks, naturally I will clean up the door myself."

A dozen or so young disciples trembled even more when they heard this.

What! ?It has been less than a day since they stepped into Kunlun Mountain, but their master is already talking about cleaning up the house!

Is there anything more frightening than this? !

What kind of trickery is this! !

One of the young disciples asked in a trembling voice, "How will Master clean up the door..."

I saw Mu Xianzun squinting at him, then stepped forward and kicked——

kicked him off the cliff.

……

Ah ah ah ah ah!

The little disciple who was kicked off the cliff let out a coherent scream belatedly.

Everyone on the cliff looked at their... Master as if they had seen a ghost.

After hearing the little disciple's shout, Mu Xianzun rushed down, and then steadily fished the little disciple back from the cliff.

The little disciple who had escaped death was pale, his lips were purple, and he fell to the ground shaking like chaff.

If other people saw that this little disciple was frightened and hadn't foamed at the mouth, they would probably praise him with "strong will".

But their celestial master obviously didn't have such indiscriminate thoughts, he sneered.

Jing Yuan, who stood at the end of the crowd, looked at this man who looked like an incarnation of evil spirits, his breathing was stagnant, and his not very strong body almost fainted.

In the next few years, except for checking and accepting homework at the end of each year, Mu Xianzun hardly appeared in front of his disciples.

When others "the master is superior, but the master is short," and occasionally can be coquettish and cute, the disciples on Mu Xianzun's side are trembling, thinking hard about the sword qi mentality——

"Use the power of the dantian, gather the spiritual power in the wrist, condense it on the sword, and then swing it hard, and the sword energy will surge out."

Stirring out?How did this sword energy surge out?I think it's almost like the egg is broken!

They thought about it day and night, they wanted to break their heads, but they couldn't think of how to arouse the "surging sword energy".

So, another little disciple bit the bullet and went to "Frost Snow Baixue", the dormitory of Master Mu Xianzun, to ask questions without shame.

Mu Xianzun looked at the little disciple standing in front of him like a log, with contempt and disgust in his eyes.

He raised his hand to summon the saber "Bi Luo", and with a wave of his hand, the majestic sword energy broke through the courtyard wall. As far as he could see, a row of slender green bamboos were broken down the middle, and the emerald green bamboos slumped from side to side. Even the huge rock behind this row of Xiuzhu was shattered, turning into slag in an instant.

The little disciple was dumbfounded.

The little disciple was dumbfounded.

Mu Xianzun put his long sword into its sheath, and said in a cold voice, "Do you understand!"

The little disciple nodded blankly like a puppet on a string, and then walked out of the frosty snow with one hand and one foot...

Since then, no one dared to go to this cold-faced immortal to inquire about cultivation.

When the other two Immortal Venerables were teaching their disciples the formulas of sword qi and heart method, Immortal Mu was leisurely and leisurely, and the disciples were silent and focused on their cultivation.

Jing Yuan had just come into contact with cultivation, so things like mental methods were obscure to him.He often thinks that one head is two big.

I also couldn't seek help from my brothers and sisters, because they saw that he had no money or background, and he was just a poor kid from a poor mountainous area, so they didn't want to make friends with him, and they didn't even bother to talk to him.

So Jing Yuan had no choice but to rely on himself. He continued to ponder on the mental method by himself, and at the same time, he listened carefully to the brothers and sisters talking about the mental method and expressing their opinions. Practice tens of thousands of times, but often miss the point.

Later, he discovered that the opinions of his brothers and sisters were really just opinions.

Because once by chance, he heard the senior brother who talked so loudly and another disciple say something embarrassingly, "You didn't really practice the cultivation method I told you a while ago, did you?" ?”

The disciple replied indifferently, "Not yet, what's the matter?"

The senior brother breathed a sigh of relief, patted his heart and said, "That's good, that's good. I found out yesterday that the cultivation method I said that day lacked a theoretical foundation. If I really want to practice it, I will just practice blindly and waste my time."

Jing Yuan was taken aback, no wonder he had practiced for so many days without making any progress.

The disciple sneered when he heard the words, "If you practice your method a few times and find something wrong with it, you will naturally give up. What fool would practice it thousands of times."

The senior brother smiled awkwardly when he heard the words, and replied with a bland smile, "Hehe, yes, yes."

But what they didn't know at this time was that the fool they were talking about who had practiced the wrong method thousands of times was standing outside the door.

Jing Yuan's thin and small body shrank outside the door, lowered his head, pursed his lips, then stopped listening to the gossip of the two inside, turned and left.

[The author has something to say: 1. The first article for a novice, ask for gentle treatment, please collect, ask for comments, all kinds of requests (/ω・＼*)

2. Don't pay attention to the logic of comprehension, let your imagination run wild; the style of the article is relaxed and unique, which is a must for dinner

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