Chapter 700 The Soul Shaping Method, Youye's Request
Outside the Qingping Mountain, the sea of fog, the Holy Academy rides the wind and waves with the boat of the sea of learning, and gradually approaches Taohuawu. The disciples of the Holy Academy have arrived in total, with more than 3,000 leaders, including three deans of the Sixth Academy.
Qin Se, Ren Xiaoyao, Li Jingyuan, and Qin Zhaixing, the palace lord of Taixu Palace, had more than 30 speakers from the seventy-two Supreme Saints family. In addition to the 3,000 learning and cultivation in the Holy Academy, the disciples of the aristocratic family were added together.
There are more than a thousand people.
The luxurious lineup can be said to have overwhelmed the three holy places.
In fact, the nominal leader of this trip was originally the 14th student of the Master, and Mo Wanyun led the team.
However, because Mo Wanyun's body contains half of the demon bloodline, although he returned to the human race from the Great Wilderness, there were many gossips about Mo Wanyun by cultivators in the Sixteen States.
After seeking Mo Wanyun's consent, the Holy Academy publicized the external propaganda that Mr. Jiu of the Holy Academy led 5,000 practitioners of the Holy Academy.
Learning boats to ride the wind and waves, Confucian sages can guide the north and south by the south and will not get lost on the sea.
On the high deck, Mo Wanyun was wearing a white dress, with her hair slanted in a slanted hairpin, and her hair was fluttering on her shoulders. The White Emperor sword hung around her waist was embellished with sword spears woven with red ropes. Her body was beautiful and her sword was worn.
Xi.
Mo Wanyun looked at the outline of Qingping Mountain that gradually became clear in the distance. A bit of complexity appeared between her eyebrows, reminiscence, a little red cheeks, and a shallow dimples.
Qu Lianghong, carrying a big knife, looked particularly heroic and heroic in the ups and downs of the waves. She walked over and said, "Sister Wanyun, the boat has not reached Qingping, and her heart has already drifted away."
"sister in law."
Mo Wanyun turned around and gave a gentle salute. Qu Lianghong, who was originally careless, suddenly showed an embarrassment. Although she and Mo Pinglang had done serious business and even had children, they did not abide by the Confucian etiquette of the Three Books and Six Recruitment.
,The Mo family has not held a big banquet yet.
This made her always feel that Mo Pinglang had lost herself. Mo Wanyun felt warm in her heart when she said that "My sister-in-law" was a little embarrassed and annoyed. It happened that Mo Pinglang came over. Qu Lianghong found the outlet of the catharsis and punched Mo Pinglang with his backhand.
Rolling his eyes on the bridge of his nose.
Mo leaned against the railing to cover his nose, tears flowed from the pain, nosebleeds flowed out from the gaps of his fingers, hissing and breathing in pain, and said with a flattering smile: "Liang Hong, what's wrong?"
"snort."
Qu Lianghong sneered.
"It's all your fault!"
"Oh, my ancestor!" Mo Linglang spread his hands, "Wanyun, see it. In the future, don't be easily controlled by that boy Gu Yusheng, otherwise the fate will be the same as mine..." ωωw..
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Before Mo Ping's words were finished, Qu Lianghong knocked him hard on his head with a scabbard.
Don’t sit on the ground with your legs spreading on the railing, and look back at the tent.
"Okay, OK, I owe you to the mat and the mat. Brother Su, don't laugh secretly, help me settle the bill. If I set up the mat, I can take back the book. It's appropriate.
If I put ten or eight tables on Qingping Mountain, if I can’t get the book, let’s stop putting it…”
Mo Wanyun frowned when she heard Mo Pingshan's words.
"Brother, are you as for it?"
"Oh, sister, I'm poor."
Don’t shrink your neck with the railing, look like a poor and innocent man.
Su Shouzhuo, dressed like a ranger, walked out of the boat tent, holding his forehead, with a painful expression on his face, "Brother Mo, really, I'm a little tired after knowing you for so many years. Can you stop pretending to be poor?
When I arrived in Qingping Mountain, Gu Yusheng saw you like this, I would probably pretend that we didn’t know each other.”
"Wait a moment!"
Don't lean on the railing and quickly raise your hand in front of you.
"My wedding and Liang Hong didn't hold a banquet, you didn't give me the money, and my son is still old now. You have to pretend that you don't know me. Do you don't want to pay that amount of money? It's a bit unfavorable, sister,
You can judge this matter.”
Mo Wanyun looked at Mo Lingshan, and was speechless. Suddenly, a gust of sea breeze wrapped around his body, and disappeared out of thin air.
"It's not embarrassing enough?"
Qu Lianghong put his hands on his hips.
"Or why you'd better go back to Jingting Mountain."
Mo Pingshan smiled.
"Do you feel that while you are young, you can earn some family fortune for your son? The demonic wind blowing from Qingping Mountain is all wealth."
Su Shouzhuo shook his head: "I didn't realize that Brother Gu is going to climb Qingping. I'll take a look. As for demon-killing or something, it depends on your mood."
As soon as the words were finished, a sword energy in front of him broke through the fog sea. The former demon emperor's sword, the White Emperor's sword, slashed out a terrifying geek in the sky, and the sky seemed to be cut into two.
At the same time, in the direction of Qingping Mountain, a blue figure floated, and the blue flames rendered the sky, and the blue demon fire continued, as if it was about to burn the sky into nothingness.
Mo Pinglang, Qu Lianghong and Su Shouzhuo looked at each other with a solemn expression.
The five thousand practitioners in the Book Mountain of Shengyuan were naturally alarmed and wanted to find out what was going on.
However, as the sword energy just now intertwined and contacted the blue flame, everything disappeared strangely, as if it had been pulled to another space plane.
"What's going on?"
The practitioners of the Holy Academy Shushan looked at each other.
Qu Lianghong and Su Shouzhuo couldn't help but look at Mo Lingshan.
Mo Pinglang said, "Liang Hong, this matter is related to Wanyun. Don't get involved, I'll find out what's going on."
After Mo Ping said the railing, he stretched his right hand towards his left sleeve, and a stack of runes shining with golden aura were held in his palm, and his face immediately showed a look of flesh pain, urging spiritual power, and dozens of golden talismans were all scattered one by one.
Activate and turn into layers of shields to cover the railings.
"disease!"
Don’t spit the magic tricks on the railings, fly up from the boat of the sea of learning in the sky, turn into a golden stream of light and disappear.
Su Shouzhuo looked at Mo Pinglang for fear of death and whispered dozens of Confucian golden seal talismans with incalculable value. His muscles twitched on his face: "Fellow Daoist Qu, Brother Mo... is he really poor?"
Qu Lianghong responded speechlessly and embarrassedly: "Probably...yes, I thought that all his private possessions were seized by me."
Su Shouzhuo: "..."
After about a cup of tea.
Su Shouzhu left and returned.
"How? Who did Wanyun fight with?"
Don’t cough with a dry mouth: “Don’t ask, you’d better not meddle in other people’s business.”
Qu Lianghong was still trying to ask, but suddenly saw Mo Ping's face pale, and a ray of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. The dozens of golden talisman shields that were originally protecting him had exhausted their spirits and turned into useless talisman papers.
Scattered all over the ground.
"lean on a railing!"
Qu Lianghong supported Mo with a handful of support.
"Brother Mo!"
Su Shouzhuo was also busy squatting down, checking Mo Ping's body, pulling Mo Ping's clothes open, and seeing a frost-cold palm print on his chest. Su Shouzhuo approached with his fingers, and his five fingers were immediately frozen onto a layer of frost.
Seeing this scene, Su Shouzhuo couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
Qu Lianghong was so anxious that tears rolled out.
"Walking on the railing, what should I do if you die?"
Mo Pingdeng spitted blood and said sadly: "Liang Hong, I guess I won't be able to survive. Take out the storage bag I searched from me a few days ago and show me... I'm still dying and tranquil."