The whole sect begged me to come out of the misfortune Chapter 13 Others participate in the challenge and get beaten, she grows flowers to cultivate her body
Chapter 13 Others participate in the challenge and get beaten, she grows flowers to cultivate her body
Chapter 13 While others were beaten for participating in the challenge, she cultivated herself by cultivating flowers.
Author: Yi Mo Jian
Chapter 13 While others were beaten for participating in the challenge, she cultivated herself by cultivating flowers.
Tuo Jin asked them to keep an eye on him for several days. Mo Yu watered the flowers and swept the floor every day, which was a great pleasure.
People who stare at her can't stand it anymore and feel like they're wasting their time.
These days, for the sake of their own sect, everyone, from direct disciples to outer sect disciples, whoever does not practice seriously every day is afraid of falling behind others.
But this Mo Yu sleeps all day long, and if he's in a good mood, he goes out for a walk. It's a waste of his life!
The two disciples who were targeting people reported the incident.
"Sect Master, we really can't keep an eye on him anymore. This Mo Yu is just like Adou who cannot be supported. He doesn't practice every day. He only sleeps and walks around. There is no need to follow him."
Tuo Jin frowned when he heard this, "Is this really true? Are you sure she has not entered some kind of Qiankun weapon to practice?"
The two disciples said: "No, I slept soundly in bed."
"At her age and with her level of cultivation, how could the Tuoyue Sect give her such a precious magic weapon?"
"Sect Master, there is really no need to continue to follow her. You should let us go back to practice. The day for the opening of Sword Cultivation Cliff is coming soon. We have to practice hard."
Tuo Jin was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.
"good."
Mo Yu has recently become obsessed with growing flowers.
If the technique she is practicing now wants to run faster, it needs a lot of vitality to nourish it.
It stands to reason that human beings have the strongest vitality, but all the disciples of the sect have gone to find places to practice, so she plans to plant flowers in the yard.
She turned her palm over, and a seed suddenly fell into her hand. She controlled it with her spiritual power, placed all the seeds in the ground, and then continued to nourish them with her spiritual power. Soon, the seeds sprouted and blossomed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Smelling the fragrance of the flowers, the corners of Mo Yu's mouth slowly curled up, feeling relaxed.
Suddenly, the door outside was banged with a bang.
Mo Yu opened his eyes, feeling a little unhappy.
Before she could open her mouth, the door was kicked open.
"Hey, are the people inside still alive? Why are all of you Tuoyue Sect so timid? You don't go out and walk around on weekdays? Are you afraid of being bullied by us?"
Those who came were all Shuiyun Sect's inner disciples, and they were just promoted from the outer sect and were Qi Refining Stage monks. This could be regarded as a slight against Tuoyue Sect.
Mo Yu stood at the door with a calm expression: "Is something wrong?"
In the previous life, who would have dared to shout like this in front of her?
Mo Yu put his hands behind his back and gently rubbed his fingertips, a white light of spiritual power flashed faintly.
Such a calm and self-defeating appearance actually made the people who came to the door shouting feel a little timid.
The carefree male disciple at the head cleared his throat and threw a challenge letter on the ground.
"This is a challenge letter from our Shuiyun Sect. This is a tradition. Your sect will arrange it yourself. There will be the first competition tomorrow. If you miss the appointment, this matter will spread throughout the entire cultivation world. Your sect master will not be able to bear it on his face.
, it’s best not to break the promise.”
It's really troublesome that there is still such a tradition.
Mo Yu frowned and said in a cold voice, "Pick it up and bring it to me."
The leading disciple said "Oh" and squatted down to pick up the challenge letter on the ground.
The disciple on the side pulled his arm.
"Senior brother, why don't you take...?"
Only then did the leading disciple react. Looking at the challenge letter in his hand, he felt ashamed and angry.
Why was he so excited that he suddenly listened to this woman?
It felt like I was possessed by a demon just now, it was so weird!
"How dare you, a little entry-level disciple, talk to me with such an attitude? Are you looking for death?"
"You are looking for death."
At this time, a cold male voice sounded leisurely.
The disciple was shocked to find that the hand holding the challenge letter could not move.
Immediately afterwards, a green figure floated through the air and landed next to Mo Yu.
Yu Junhao's face was cold, "Leave your things and get out."
The disciple looked at him in horror.
The challenge letter in his hand suddenly rose into the air and floated towards Yu Junhao. Immediately afterwards, his body seemed to have been hit by something. A group of people screamed and were thrown out, and the door slammed shut.
Yu Junhao played with the challenge letter in his hand, "A challenge that lasts for half a month? The first one is for a first-level disciple in the foundation building stage. Do you want to participate?"
Mo Yu looked at him and said, "I won't participate."
She turned to her flower bed and gently brushed her palms over the petals.
The delicate flowers become more and more delicate.
Yu Junhao looked at her with great interest, "If you don't go, Master will be embarrassed, and our Tuoyue Sect will become the laughing stock of everyone."
Mo Yu shrugged, "Look at me, a little loser who has entered the third level and can't lift my hands or shoulders. It shouldn't be my turn to participate in this kind of challenge."
After experiencing her previous life, she was finally enlightened.
As long as you are weak enough, you won't have to hold it up even if the sky falls.
I think back then, when she reached the Mahayana stage of cultivation, the sect was still in the second level. Whenever the sect encountered any crisis, she had to step in.
Although there was no need to fight, it was just an appearance, but it was still tiring.
Now that she's done, as a little waste who has just entered the third level, what can she do?
"Senior brother, do you want to participate?"
Yu Junhao said coldly: "The reputation of the sect has nothing to do with me. I am a disciple of the master, not a disciple of Tuoyue Sect. Leave this matter to others."
How indifferent...
Mo Yu looked at the delicate peonies in front of him, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.
Such people are really interesting.
She yawned lazily and listened to the system prompts.
[Ding dong! You have a new check-in task. Within an hour, go to the sect’s alchemy room to check in. 】
She knelt down and picked a few well-grown flowers and put them in the basket.
"Senior brother, I'm sorry to bother you about this matter. Let me tell everyone and I'll go out for a while."
Looking at her busy and thin back, Yu Junhao said: "You seem to know that Gong Man?"
Mo Yu made a move.
Then, she heard Yu Junhao's voice that contained murderous intent.
"Keep her away from Jing'er, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless. I only showed mercy to her for your sake. I don't have much patience."
This was Yu Junhao's original intention of coming here to find her.
Mo Yu frowned, and when she looked back, Yu Junhao had disappeared.
Also disappearing was the challenge letter.
The 'Jing'er' in his mouth should be Bai Roujing.
He is really an infatuated person. He doesn't even care about his sect, but he is obsessed with running around for that Bai Roujing.
Mo Yu was not interested in other people's private affairs, so he packed up a few flowers and went to the alchemy room to check in.
As soon as she went out, she saw the disciples who had just barged in, all with bruises and swollen faces, as if they had been beaten.
When those people saw her, they ran away in despair as if they had seen a ghost.