In the blink of an eye, five years passed.

"Sixth Senior Brother, dinner is ready!"

At the ancestral hall at the back of Chaoyang Peak, a sharp call came from a girl in a pink skirt, holding a rice basket and calling to a young man who was practicing swordplay in the center.

The young man looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, with handsome features. Just looking at his face, he looked pretty, but he was so muscular. He was wearing a green shirt and was forced to wear a tight-fitting suit. He was quite strong.

Yes, but the overall style of his painting is not comparable to the unrestrained, handsome young man and so on. I can only praise him as "What a strong man"!

This young man is none other than Mo Yuan. Speaking of which, he is also very helpless...

Hunyuan Gong is practiced both internally and externally. Its true energy stimulates the body to grow muscles. In addition, after you start practicing, you need to hit it with a blunt instrument every day. This is when you get these thick muscles.

Seeing the call for dinner, Mo Yuan stopped the sword in his hand, walked up to the girl with a smile, and said: "Little junior sister, what's good to eat today?"

"Yes, yes, I went to the bottom of the mountain to bring you a roast chicken. You can eat it while it's hot." The girl said with a sweet smile, and the pair of crescent moons on her jade face showed a hint of cunning.

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This girl is none other than Yue Lingshan. She was a little girl in the past and is now tall and graceful.

It was also miserable for her. Just because she was the daughter of the leader, she did not become a disciple. Even the seventh disciple Tao Jun and the eighth disciple Ying Baoluo, who were later initiated, had to be called senior disciples because they were a little older than her.

Just because of the title "little junior sister", she got into a temper tantrum several times.

"Hey, the sun is out in the west today. Junior sister, you actually gave me roast chicken. Why, do you need my help with something?" Mo Yuan laughed.

In recent years, due to Yue Buqun's instructions, he had lived in isolation and practiced alone in the back mountain ancestral hall. Therefore, he was quite familiar with his fellow disciples, but Yue Lingshan brought him food every day, so they were familiar with each other.

However, there was no romantic relationship between the two of them. Yue Lingshan's whole heart was tied to Linghu Chong, the prodigal son, and Mo Yuan was too focused on practicing Kung Fu to care about him.

"Hey hey hey..."

Yue Lingshan let out a burst of cheerful laughter, took Mo Yuan's hand and said: "Good senior brother, you see our relationship is so good, you will definitely help me if I need something, right?"

Mo Yuan pulled her hand away, took the rice basket in her hand and said, "Just tell me, for the sake of helping me deliver food every day, as long as you don't let me pick the moon from the sky, everything else will be fine."

discussion."

"Sixth Brother, I knew you were the best!"

Yue Lingshan said happily: "I won't ask you to go up to the sky to pick the moon, but you can't go back on your word. It's senior brother. He got into trouble when he came down the mountain this time. I heard that he beat up that Qingcheng sect disciple. My father

When he got angry, he asked him to kneel down outside the yard. He has been kneeling all afternoon!"

"Young junior sister, do you want me to plead for senior brother?" Mo Yuan said.

"That's right, dad is always listening to you, good senior brother, please go and beg dad to spare senior brother this time." Yue Lingshan begged.

Mo Yuan shook his head and sighed helplessly. He and Linghu Chong had never been on good terms, and they originally just wanted to keep him at a distance. Who would have thought that Linghu Chong always felt that he was petty, and because he still held grudges about what happened back then, he didn't look at him.

It's pleasing to the eye.

Especially four years ago, when Linghu Chong came back from traveling and saw that his room was occupied by Mo Yuan, he couldn't help but have a fight with Mo Yuan. Fortunately, Mo Yuan had already achieved some success in Hunyuan Gong at that time and had cultivated it to the fourth level.

At the same level, relying on the miraculous effects of Hunyuan Gong both internally and externally, he could barely hold on until Yue Buqun arrived.

But despite this, Mo Yuan was still a little injured. After all, Linghu Chong was a second-rate master at that time. Although he had just entered this realm not long ago, he was still much stronger than him.

"Junior sister, if it's just something else, that's fine. But regarding senior brother, don't you know that he always dislikes me?" Mo Yuan asked.

"Oh, senior brother, you just promised me. Don't go back on your word. Go quickly." Yue Lingshan said coquettishly. Judging from her posture, if Mo Yuan didn't agree today, she wouldn't be done yet.

"Okay, I'll go talk to Master after dinner." Mo Yuan could only nod.

"If you eat after you finish talking, senior brother will be so weak that he kneels down!" Yue Lingshan pulled Mo Yuan and started to leave.

Mo Yuan could only stumble along with the rice basket. He muttered: "For the sake of my sweetheart, I won't even let my senior brother eat. Oh, poor sixth senior brother..."

A blush appeared on Yue Lingshan's pretty face, but she didn't pay any attention to Mo Yuan. She just held the little hand on Mo Yuan's arm with a lot of strength.

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Chaoyang Peak, inside the dining hall.

"Disciple pays homage to master!" Mo Yuan bowed his hands as he entered.

It was lunch time, and all the disciples were in the dining hall. They all felt strange when they saw him coming down the mountain. After all, Mo Yuan never ate with them.

Yue Buqun looked at his daughter who was squirming behind Mo Yuan. When he understood why Mo Yuan came, he shook his head in distress and stopped eating. He threw away his chopsticks and said: "Shan'er, little

Six, come with me to the study."

The three of them walked into the study. Yue Buqun sat down and said, "Shan'er, didn't I tell you that your senior brother hit someone first and made a mistake? Why did you call your sixth senior brother down too?"

Despite Yue Lingshan's lively temperament in front of Mo Yuan, when she saw Yue Buqun, she was like a mouse meeting a cat. She was so frightened that she didn't dare to say a word, and she just kept pointing her eyes at Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan smiled and said: "Master Rong, it is the disciple who heard that the senior brother was punished and asked to come down the mountain. It has nothing to do with the junior sister."

"That's right, dad, the Sixth Senior Brother came here himself, I didn't say anything." Yue Lingshan defended carefully.

"In addition to your sixth senior brother and the disciples of Huashan, you have dragged in all of them to beg for mercy. It doesn't matter, let Chong'er go to your second senior brother to get thirty sticks, and forget about it." Yue Bu

Qun said angrily.

"Thank you, dad. Thank you, dad. I'll go right away!" Yue Lingshan ran out with great joy, and didn't care about Mo Yuan. They are all martial arts practitioners, and with their internal strength, thirty sticks are nothing.

"Young women can't be admitted to college..." Yue Buqun shook his head and sighed.

"Master, if nothing goes wrong, I'm leaving this disciple." Mo Yuan cupped his hands and said.

"No hurry, no hurry, you came just in time, but I have two things for you to do." Yue Buqun called to Mo Yuan and placed a letter and an invitation on the desk.

Mo Yuan looked at Yue Buqun, waiting for his next words. Did he ask him to deliver a message?

"Xiao Liu, how old are you this year?" Yue Buqun asked.

"Disciple went up the mountain when he was nine years old and practiced martial arts for eight years. He is now seventeen years old!" Mo Yuan answered according to his memory.

"It's rare to practice Hunyuan Gong to the tenth level at the age of seventeen. It's time for you to sharpen it." Yue Buqun stroked his beard and smiled. The more he looked at Mo Yuan, the more satisfied he became.

He originally thought that it would be extremely rare for Mo Yuan to practice Hunyuan Gong to perfection at the age of thirty. Who would have thought that Mo Yuan would reach the tenth level in just five years.

Not only that, but the boxing skills and swordsmanship passed down from him are all practiced in a decent manner and have quite the essence.

What this disciple lacks right now is experience in fighting with others.

"You asked your second senior brother to send this letter to Qingcheng, and this invitation, you will go to Luoyang Jindao Wang's house for me, buy a congratulatory gift, and wish Mr. Wang his seventieth birthday."
Chapter completed!