"Da You, don't be angry. It's all senior brother's fault. In this way, tomorrow I will sneak down the mountain and bring you two jugs of wine as an apology. What do you think?"

In Mo Yuan's room, a young man with a rectangular face and sharp eyebrows said that he was Linghu Chong. Next to him stood a little girl of eight or nine years old, with pink makeup and jade, which was quite attractive.

For cuteness.

Just listen to the girl's charming voice: "Senior Brother, Daddy punished you for thinking about your past mistakes. You only sneaked down to visit Sixth Senior Brother. You even sneaked down the mountain to buy wine. I want to tell Daddy."

When Linghu Chong heard this, he immediately panicked. His eyes were spinning, and he said in a pleading manner: "Good junior sister, I will bring you two bunches of candied haws tomorrow, but please don't sue me!"

That little girl is junior sister Yue Lingshan.

Looking at Linghu Chong, who was young but already somewhat dashing, Mo Yuan shook his head secretly, and said expressionlessly: "There's no need to apologize. Senior brother, please leave. The doctor said, my injury needs it."

Have a good rest and don't disturb me."

When it comes to drinking, you have to separate people. It's okay to drink with junior sister, but drinking with Linghu Chong, Mo Yuan thinks he is not so lucky.

"Da You, I didn't act lightly or harshly. I will pay attention next time, so don't be angry with me." Linghu Chong saw that Mo Yuan's face was not good-looking, so he just treated him as if he was still angry and was coaxing a child.

The tone said.

In fact, this is not wrong. Mo Yuan is only about ten years old in his current body, and Yue Lingshan is also a little younger. Isn't he just coaxing the child?

It's a pity that today's Lu Dayou is already Mo Yuan.

"Senior Brother, I'm not angry. I'm serious. I want to rest." Mo Yuan said in a very lively tone.

Even though Linghu Chong had always been unruly and unrestrained, he also sensed something was wrong with his sixth junior brother. How could he still be close to him by treating him like this?

He had no choice but to say: "Junior brother, please take a good rest, so I won't disturb you."

After saying that, he pulled Yue Lingshan beside him and walked towards the door. As he walked, he whispered about how Dadou had changed.

Looking at the back of the figure who was approaching the door, Mo Yuanfu said again: "There is one more thing I want to let senior brother know. Last night, master changed my name to Mo Yuan. Master also said that in the future, I should not talk to senior brother.

You're making a fool of yourself."

Linghu Chong's figure suddenly stopped there, motionless. After a while, he stepped out again, and then his voice came in: "I know."

Listening to the footsteps of the two walking further and further away, Mo Yuan let out a long sigh of relief. He should be getting rid of Linghu Chong now. The next thing is to recover from his injuries and practice martial arts.

Thinking of the handsome figure in a white robe and holding a sword in his dream last night, Mo Yuan's eyes bloomed with a look of longing.

…

After recovering from his injuries, Mo Yuan began his first day of martial arts training.

Under the scorching sun, all the disciples stood on the martial arts training ground, each practicing their own martial arts, while Yue Buqun and Ning Zhong watched closely.

The Huashan Sect had suddenly encountered a catastrophe since the generation of the two of them. He and his wife were the only ones left in the sect. They had managed to gather some disciples, and they naturally had to be carefully trained. These were the hopes for the rise of Huashan in the future.

The martial arts training ground in Huashan is large enough to accommodate hundreds of disciples practicing martial arts. Unfortunately, now, there are only eight or nine disciples, plus junior sister Yue Lingshan.

Mo Yuan is the youngest male disciple, there are six in total, headed by Linghu Chong, namely Luo Denuo, Liang Fa, Dai Shizi, Gao Genming, and the female disciples are all accepted by Ning Zhongze. Currently, there are only four, Mo Yuan

But he didn't recognize any of them.

Among them, Linghu Chong and Luo Denuo have already begun to practice swordsmanship and martial arts, while the remaining disciples, including Yue Lingshan, are all at the stage of practicing the fundamentals of Zha Ma Bu.

"Although our Huashan sect is famous for its swords, it is based on Qi. If you want to learn superior martial arts, you must lay a solid foundation. New disciples must step on horseback for three hours a day for three years. This is training.

With your temperament, you must remember not to be lazy!" Ning Zhong saw the disciples showing signs of fatigue and urged them.

The disciples responded, reluctantly pulled themselves together, and put up the somewhat loose shelves.

Somehow, perhaps because Lu Dayou had been riding horseback for a year before, Mo Yuan did not feel tired after standing for three hours, but felt a little relaxed.

This is the effect of time travel. After all, it is the body selected by the Samsara Bell of the Heavens. Mo Yuan's soul was nurtured and grown in the world of Journey to the West. In the past few days, he has been recovering from injuries. His body and soul are integrated. Naturally, his body has improved from the inside to the outside.

Qualifications.

His performance made Yue Buqun, who had been watching the disciples practice closely, look at him.

But Yue Buqun whispered to Ning Zhongze: "Look at Xiaoliu, he is usually the most active, how could he persist for three hours, but what happened today?"

Ning Zhong looked at Mo Yuan, a trace of satisfaction appeared in her beautiful eyes, and she said angrily: "On weekdays, you always talk about how naughty your disciples are, but today Xiaoliu has become more advanced, and you find it strange that you are really difficult to take care of.

."

Yue Buqun didn't reply, he just stroked his long beard and smiled.

…

Night, study.

Mo Yuan stood at the door and said cautiously: "Master, the disciple is here."

"Come in." Yue Buqun's voice came from inside.

Mo Yuan said yes, then quietly opened the door and walked in.

Yue Buqun is reading a book.

He was favored by friends in the world and was given the nickname Junzijian, which not only pointed out that he behaved like a gentleman, but also related to his fondness for reading poetry and books.

He put down the book in his hand, looked at the young disciple in front of him with a half-smile, and said, "Xiao Liu, do you know why my master called you here?"

Mo Yuan shook his head and said, "Disciple, I don't know."

Yue Buqun said: "I came looking for you because you walked much better this afternoon than before. I wanted to ask you about it. Please come forward and let me take a look."

Mo Yuan followed Yue Buqun's words and walked to his side.

Unexpectedly, Yue Buqun stretched out his hand and stepped on his shoulder, and then touched his body, thighs, limbs, buttocks, and pinched him from time to time.

Hey, what are you doing, stop it!

Mo Yuan looked at Yue Buqun in front of him who was touching him more and more vigorously, with a strange look in his eyes. He couldn't help but shudder. The original book didn't say that this gentleman was good at swordsmanship!

Although it was not his original body, Mo Yuan couldn't stand a man touching him like this. He was still a ten-year-old child...

"Master, have you touched it yet..." Mo Yuan asked weakly.

"What's wrong?" Yue Buqun looked at his little apprentice's strange expression and asked with some confusion.

"It's nothing."

Mo Yuan smiled and said: "Before I came, my wife asked me to teach you to go back to her room to rest early..."

"Um?"

When Yue Buqun heard this, he was secretly amused. He still couldn't understand what Mo Yuan meant. If Linghu Chong said this to him, he would definitely have slapped him in the face and thought about it, but Mo Yuan was only ten years old after all.

He said: "Master is helping you look at your bones. How can you put so much thought into it at such a young age? Could it be that you have forgotten that when you came up the mountain a year ago, Master and his wife took a bath for you."

It turned out to be looking at the bones...

Mo Yuan was convinced, but he still felt a little uncomfortable. Who could bear it when a man touched the body of another man whose mental age was in his twenties?

Fortunately, Yue Buqun stopped quickly and a pair of evil hands left his body.

"You are very lucky. I didn't expect your bones to be so good. No wonder the horse's stride was so stable today." Yue Buqun stroked his beard and smiled.

In the past, when he took Lu Da as his disciple, he had seen it once, but it was nothing special at that time. He could only say that he looked like a middle-aged man. I guess it was because he was too young at that time, his bones had not yet grown, and his life was hard.

, it has nothing to do with good food.

Yue Buqun didn't suspect anything else. After all, Mo Yuan was always under his nose. How could he have thought that his body was still the same and other parts had been changed long ago?

"Master, what do you mean by this, is this disciple's qualifications for learning martial arts good?" Mo Yuan's face lit up with joy and he asked Yue Buqun.

If you can be a genius, then you are willing to follow the good-for-nothing stream, the invincible genius stream. Isn't it good for him? He has to be beaten to pieces before he resists?

"You can go down now." Yue Buqun did not answer, but smiled and asked Mo Yuan to leave.

When Mo Yuan saw that Yue Buqun was deliberately cheating on him, he had no choice but to bow and leave.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the door, Yue Buqun's voice came from behind again: "From today on, for the next three hours of horse riding, you can stand for six hours."

uh-huh?!

Mo Yuan's feet suddenly felt unable to move. Genius, I am a genius. Isn't this extra training a way to rise up as a loser?

Just as he was about to turn around to plead for mercy, a strong gust of wind suddenly came from behind him, and he was pushed flatly out. With a "crunch", the door was also closed.

Seeing that he was not given a chance to protest, Mo Yuan had no choice but to grimace and move towards his room one step at a time.

Time always passes quickly in the mountains. Spring passes and autumn comes. In the blink of an eye, Mo Yuan has been on this mountain for two years.

In the past two years, Linghu Chong initially tried to get back together with Mo Yuan several times, but was dismissed by Mo Yuan politely and distantly. As a senior brother of the Huashan Sect, Linghu Chong naturally had a temper, but he never did it again.

I came to see Mo Yuan.

Moreover, Linghu Chong officially left the mountain to travel around half a year ago, and the two of them had not seen each other for a long time.

On this day, Mo Yuan finished his horse stance, but was stopped by Yue Buqun alone.

"Xiao Liu, do you know what my master asked you to do?" Yue Buqun, dressed as a scholar in a blue shirt, said with a smile. He held a folding fan and swayed it gently, showing an indescribable gentleness and elegance.

"Master calls the disciple to stop, he must be teaching him martial arts!" Mo Yuan's face was full of joy. Today is the expiration of three years, and it is time to teach him martial arts.

"You are quite clever."

Yue Buqun patted Mo Yuan on the head with a folding fan and said, "Do you know why I, a disciple of Huashan, have to do basic homework for three years before I can practice martial arts?"

"My wife once said it was to lay a solid foundation."

"Yes and no..."

Yue Buqun smiled and said: "Actually, just laying a solid foundation is enough for one year. Let me train for three years, but there are other meanings."

Speaking of this, his face was full of pride, and he said: "Our Huashan sect started in the Southern Song Dynasty. After hundreds of years, we have countless magical skills and unique skills. How can we let others learn them casually?"

"The past three years of hard work, in addition to laying a solid foundation, are also to identify the minds of the disciples. My sect's unique skills must never be taught to people with evil intentions!"

"Of course, these three years are also a good time for us, as teachers, to observe what kind of martial arts are suitable for our disciples to practice. After all, my sect's martial arts are profound and profound. Even if I spend my whole life, I can only understand half of it. If I go wrong,

If you don’t follow the path, then you will mislead others…”

"Master, what kind of martial arts do you think I am suitable for?" Mo Chen said with great expectation. Yue Buqun said that he has excellent bones. Could it be that he wants to teach him the 'Nine Arts of Huashan, Zixia is the First'?

The magical power of Zixia?
Chapter completed!