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Yi Qingyun took a step back and distanced himself from the woman, as if trying to hide his embarrassment, he quickly said, "Master agreed to discuss with me before."

Mo Beichen let out a long sigh, a little helpless, and didn't plan to force him any more, "It's not bad to be a teacher, now?"

"Now." Yi Qingyun nodded.

"It's okay now, but I want to win some money."

"Luck?"

"If I win, you can go somewhere with me."

"Master, why is it so troublesome?" Yi Qingyun frowned, not understanding.

"I know that you are filial and listen to everything as a teacher, but that place... ahem, I'm afraid you may not agree." The voice of the woman behind said became weaker and indistinct.

The woman's eyes turned erratically, "Anyway, you have to be lucky."

It was rare for Yi Qingyun to see a woman with such a childish look, her eyes softened a lot, and she replied: "Listen to Master."

The woman's eyes lit up, as if she was afraid that the other party would regret it, "Then it's settled like this, I won't bully you as a teacher, we don't use spiritual power, we use tricks to defeat tricks, so what?"

"Okay." Yi Qingyun nodded, "What about the disciple's prize?"

Mo Beichen didn't expect the other party to ask such a question, and when he heard this, he was amused. The emotional boy felt that he could still win, and said with a smile: "I'm quite confident, so what do you want?"

Yi Qingyun's expression was unclear, his eyebrows drooped slightly, "I didn't think about it."

"Okay, if I lose, I'll let you handle it." Mo Beichen's good words came with a hint of provocation.

The slightly ambiguous words made Yi Qingyun's heart beat violently, but he was so used to putting on a cold face that he didn't show any clues.

Mo Beichen bent down and picked up a wooden branch still covered with dirt from the dirt in the yard.

Yi Qingyun also held a wooden sword, his eyes became sharper.

The posture of the woman holding the wooden branch is very casual, even a little careless, but Yi Qingyun will not take it lightly.

He is still very focused, not just because the other party is his master, in fact, he will be like this no matter who the other party is.

That's what he does when he holds a sword.

"It looks quite serious." Mo Beichen raised the corners of his mouth, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the boy holding the sword opposite him.

Mo Beichen didn't practice swords, he used to use hidden daggers, but he also learned a little about swordsmanship.

The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and Xiujian is the mainstream in the sect of cultivating immortals, but Mo Beichen just doesn't like it. He really hates the so-called gentleman's spirit in the sword.

As soon as he held the sword, he felt uncomfortable, as if his hands and feet were bound.

His master once said that it was probably because of his promiscuous temperament that he lost his fate with this well-behaved weapon.

Although Mo Beichen didn't like to use the sword, it didn't mean he didn't know how to appreciate it.

Just like right now, he feels that Yi Qingyun's appearance of holding a sword is particularly pleasing to the eye.

As soon as he picked up the sword, the other party's eyes were different, and that kind of determined look made people feel that he only had you in his eyes.

In Mo Beichen's view, Yi Qingyun's personality is perfect for practicing swords.

Never be lazy, you can remember every move clearly, you teach him this move once to raise the sword to the shoulder level, then he will swing the sword a hundred times, and the sword will be shoulder level every time, He will never give you a second chance to remind him.

It seemed that this instinct for the sword was engraved in his bones.

So to be honest, it's a bit embarrassing. Mo Beichen might not necessarily be able to win the opponent just by comparing with swordsmanship.

There is no way, as the old saying goes, "There is a priority in learning, and there is a specialization in art."

Besides, Mo Beichen's life for so many years was not in vain.

Eat more salt than the other person eats.

"You attack." The woman said, holding the wooden branch lightly.

"Master, I've offended you." His eyes shot at Han Xing, his bony hands clenched tightly, and the wooden sword came out.

Yi Qingyun's sword wasn't very fast, and Mo Beichen naturally knew that the opponent was testing him.

How cautious!

Mo Beichen slid his footsteps, retreated a few moments, and blocked the opponent's attack with a branch without haste.

Yi Qingyun's attack was methodical, and Mo Beichen's attack was also impeccable.

"Are you giving me a trick for the teacher?" Mo Beichen's tone was a little playful, "If you continue to fight like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to finish the fight until dawn."

"Then please master be more serious." Yi Qingyun said coldly.

Master didn't fight him seriously at all!

Feeling that the opponent was a little annoyed, Mo Beichen no longer blindly defended, slashed the wooden branch, and attacked the opponent's head.

Yi Qingyun's body pressed slightly, and he turned sideways to block it with the blade of his sword.

Totally changed!

The wooden branches of the woman in white were light and light, and when she swung them, the attack was like a rainstorm in early spring, dense and numerous, Yi Qingyun had no choice but to block and retreat.

Don't panic, such frequent stabs are prone to flaws.

Yi Qingyun knew very well that this was a tug-of-war, to see if he couldn't defend first, or if the opponent made a mistake.

The wooden sword stabbed straight out, but Yi Qingyun found that he had no way to retreat.

Yi Qingyun could only go around behind the magnolia tree suddenly.

Snapped--

Apparently, the woman in white didn't notice that the wooden branch hit the tree trunk lightly.

flaw!

Yi Qingyun didn't hesitate at all, his movements were standard and his judgment was very accurate. He used his wooden sword to push the opponent's branch against the tree trunk, and with a little skill, the opponent's branch fell down.

He won!

All he had to do was put the wooden sword on the opponent's neck, and he won.

However, the moment he drew his sword again, he saw a smile in the woman's eyes.

Yi Qingyun was in a trance, and at this moment of trance, the woman's jade hand patted the tree trunk beside her.

Like a goose feather snow.

The sudden falling flowers and catkins captivated Yi Qingyun's eyes. He frowned slightly and wanted to find the white dress in front of him, but was suddenly pushed to the ground.

The world was spinning, and when Yi Qingyun opened his eyes, he saw that extremely proud appearance.

Mo Beichen held the wooden branch behind his back with his left hand and pressed it against the man's neck, while his right hand rested naturally on the man's solid chest.

"Looks like I won."

"It's a draw." The lying man said with a frown.

Mo Beichen raised his eyebrows, only then did he realize that the man's right hand sword was lying across his back.

"If this is a real battle, I'm sure I'll wipe your neck first."

"Master, if it was an actual battle, there would not be such a magnolia tree." Yi Qingyun was a little helpless.

"Oh, maybe there is!"

The woman who looks indifferent from a distance looks like a playful child at this time.

"If this is the theory, not to mention the tree, Master, your hand is holding a sword at this time." Yi Qingyun said seriously.

"How do you know I'm holding the sword edge! You can tell the difference between such a wooden branch?" Mo Beichen was a little unconvinced when he heard it.

"Well, the exposed part of your wooden branch has a small broken branch."

"I still don't believe you—" Mo Beichen looked at Mu Zhi's hand lightly, and couldn't help curling his lips.

It's really a short branch.

Looking up at the stern and serious face of the young man, Mo Beichen could only admit defeat with a sigh.

"Okay, okay, a draw is fine, it's fine if you win, but you have to accept my lottery."

Yi Qingyun didn't really want to win or lose, and said lightly, "Master, don't worry, the disciple will go with you."

"That's it." When Mo Beichen heard this, he threw the wooden branch aside.

Yi Qingyun had already put down the sword.

"Master, you can get up from me." Seeing that the other party hadn't moved, Yi Qingyun said with his face aside.

Because he just pushed the other person down, Mo Beichen is now sitting on the man's well-defined abdomen, half pressed against the man's body.

Such an excellent opportunity, of course, Mo Beichen couldn't get up so easily.

Under him is the person he is madly in love with now.

Yi Qingyun was lying on the ground with his face sideways. He didn't know what to do if the other party couldn't get up, so he could only cast his eyes on those petals lying on the ground like him.

He tried to ignore the strange heat on his body.

His body was tense, his head was really empty, he didn't dare to think about anything, for fear that he would have some strange thoughts.

In this extremely entangled situation, Yi Qingyun only cared about keeping himself calm and self-restraining, but he was completely unaware that a faint blush had already appeared at the base of his ears.

The emotion in his heart has long been exposed in the eyes of others.

So cute.

A kiss fell on that stern face.

Very light and fast, it disappeared in a flash, as if it was Yi Qingyun's illusion.

But just this light touch was enough to instantly disintegrate the young man who was like ten thousand years of ice.

The blush at the base of the ears spread to the man's face like a blazing fire.

"I'm sorry, what you did just now made me, um, unable to extricate myself."

"I can't help it."

The woman gently got up from the man's body, as if everything just now had nothing to do with him, "Don't take it to heart, remember to go to a place with me tomorrow."

After speaking, the woman chuckled and left, leaving Yi Qingyun lying on the ground like a log.

Does this mean that if you don't take it to heart, you can not take it to heart?

After half a stick of incense, the young man got up from the ground, picked up the wooden sword and went back to the guest room silently.

Yi Qingyun didn't close his eyes all night, nor did he do anything.

He felt that he should sort out his thoughts, but his mind was full of mess.

Cut constantly, the rationale is still chaotic.

He messed up and couldn't even find the end of the thread, and the sky was already turning pale.

It is already tomorrow, and he will see Master again in a few hours.

But he couldn't go out with the other party calmly and peacefully.

He was a little embarrassed, he hadn't figured out how to face that woman yet.

"Senior, are you awake, senior?" A man's voice came from outside.

That Master Zhu?

Yi Qingyun frowned slightly.

"Senior, I'm here to return the things." Suzaku shouted from outside Lord Mozun's guest room.

Saying that he was shouting, Suzaku didn't dare to make too much noise, for fear of disturbing the other party.

He was about to yell twice, and if he didn't respond, he would find another time to come over.

"Senior, are you there?"

"Master Zhu, come in." A lazy female voice said.

Suzaku couldn't help trembling at the sound of "Hall Master Zhu", and lowered his head to wipe the sweat from his hands.

He was holding a storage ring in his hand, and the storage ring contained a thousand top-grade spirit stones poured out by Lord Mozun yesterday.

After Lord Mozun left yesterday, he breathed a sigh of relief, but when he turned his head and saw the pile of hot potatoes, he felt heartbroken.

At that time, he wished he could return it to the other party last night.

But it was inconvenient to disturb at night, and it was not polite, so he forced himself to stay up until now.

Exhaling lightly, he was about to open the door when he was stopped by another cold voice.

"Is Master Zhu looking for something for Master?"

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