A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

But there is a lesson from heaven and earth, Mo Yan really never thought about beating Bei Wan.

He wanted to get closer to his junior sister and then raise her crookedly.

Why would you beat up your junior sister?

The sect competition was approaching, and except for Bei Wan, who had just joined the sect, the four people from the Cangyan Sect who were going to compete showed no sense of urgency at all.

I never saw them spending time on cultivation.

On the contrary, Bei Wan spent almost all of his time practicing swordsmanship.

"Hey, little guy, actually you are not making rapid progress at all."

The young man jumped down from the tree, his dark red robe embroidered with gold standing out among the green mountains.

He has been watching the little guy practice sword practice for several days, and he really can't stand it anymore.

Practicing swordsmanship like this is not without problems, but participating in the sect competition is a little bit worse.

The eldest brother has been spending the whole day in the Sutra Pavilion these days, and the second brother doesn’t know what to do out there. The third brother is autistic, so he is the only one who can take care of the little one.

Bei Wan was startled by the sudden appearance of the young man, and subconsciously stabbed him with the small peach wood sword in his hand.

Mo Yan's eyes lit up, but he didn't expect the little boy to react like this.

But the young man didn't even try to dodge, and steadily blocked the little guy's sword with his bare hands.

"Fourth, fourth senior brother..."

Bei Wan also saw clearly who the person was at this time, and was just about to put away his small wooden sword and apologize to the fourth senior brother.

Then she saw the young man casually broke off a branch, weighed it in his hand, held up a free and easy sword flower, then grinned at her, and stabbed at her without any warning.

Bei Wan's whole body tensed up. The danger came too quickly and suddenly.

He was too fast and didn't give Bei Wan any time to react.

Bei Wan dodged, but the peach wood sword in her hand did not block it. Instead, when the branch was about to stab her, she faced the branch and lifted it upward with all her strength.

In just one breath, Bei Wan's back was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

"Come again!"

Unfortunately, Mo Yan didn't give her time to breathe and attacked her again.

After two moves, the sharp branch pointed at Bei Wan's fragile throat.

Bei Wan felt endless coldness rising from the soles of her feet. She looked at the young man who was looking down at her with a tree branch in horror.

No, wasn’t it just that I bit the Fourth Senior Brother a few days ago?

Fourth senior brother actually wanted to kill her.

"Fourth, fourth senior brother..."

Bei Wan raised his hand aggrievedly and tried to discuss with the boy: "Bite him back and don't kill Bei Wan, okay?"

Mo Yan:? ? ?

What bites her back, what wants to kill her.

His brain shut down for a moment, then quickly started functioning, and the corner of Mo Yan's mouth twitched.

He threw away the branch in his hand gracefully, yawned, stretched, and turned over again to lie on the trunk.

"Does it feel good? Is it exciting?" He asked Bei Wan: "I haven't found that, is this the fastest way to progress?"

After being reminded like this, Bei Wan seemed to wake up.

She glanced at her hand that was holding the sword, but couldn't help but tremble, and her rapidly beating heart.

Just now...it was really fun.

She had never experienced such a feeling before, as if her whole body at that moment was left with only the instinctive reaction of wanting to live.

"You can't always practice basic skills. Actual combat is the fastest way to improve. Even if there is a magical weapon close to you, if your consciousness can't keep up, and you haven't fought against others, it's still useless."

"Senior brother, they feel sorry for you, but I don't feel sorry for you, so..."

Mo Yan leaned against the tree trunk, sat up straight, raised his eyebrows and asked the little breast dumpling who was lowering his head to think: "Do you want me to practice with you?"

Bei Wan raised his head, looked up at the young man sitting on the tree trunk, and said slowly: "Okay."

She really liked the feeling just now, as if she had opened the door to a new world.

"then!"

The boy shouted, and a green thing was thrown towards her.

Bei Wan subconsciously reached out to pick it up. It was a piece of fruit.

She looked at Mo Yan in confusion, wasn't she talking about a fight? Why give her fruit?

However, Mo Yan focused his gaze on her hand and raised his chin slightly: "Can your hand still hold the sword?"

Bei Wan lowered his head and followed his gaze, only to realize that the hand holding his sword was shaking.

"Thank you, brother."

The little guy held a sword in one hand and a fruit in the other. He raised his head and thanked the young man on the tree.

Mo Yan waved his hand and lay on the tree trunk with his legs crossed, his hands behind his head and his eyes closed to meditate.

Bei Wan's hands were trembling as she took small bites of the fruit.

Before the fruit was finished, the boy on the tree moved again.

Bei Wan had no time to defend himself and was knocked to the ground by Mo Yan in a panic.

The little guy was lying on the ground, staring at him with a pair of clear eyes, as if accusing him of a sneak attack.

Mo Yan lowered his eyes and looked at her: "Not everyone will tell you in advance when they attack you."

Of course he knew that the little guy couldn't beat him, but the little guy had already entered the sect and was going to participate in the sect competition. He should be aware of the dangers in the world.

For the whole afternoon, Bei Wan was basically beaten unilaterally by Mo Yan.

Although Mo Yan suppressed his strength, he was still a young man who had gone through hundreds of battles and played tricks on the Qingya Sect.

How could Bei Wan be worthy of it?

The little guy just feels very tired, his body is tired and his mind is tired.

When it was time to eat dinner, I fell asleep while eating.

"It's really weak."

Seeing this, Mo Yan just sighed and kindly cast a cleaning spell on the dirty little guy.

Then he took her by the back collar and threw her back on the bed.

The little one sleeps very quietly, maybe because the bed she used to sleep on was small, and she could stay in one position and sleep until she woke up.

"You're the only one who bites me!"

Mo Yan remembered the scene when he was bitten and viciously poked her cheek with his finger.

He did use force, and after just two pokes, the little guy's cheeks were already visibly red.

"So weak."

Mo Yan complained again.

But thinking about this afternoon, the little guy was knocked down countless times by me, but he could still stand up.

Mo Yan felt that this little thing wasn't that weak after all.

I don’t know if Master has found a way to repair the little guy’s meridians.

Forget it, why don't he also look through the ancient books left behind by his mother?

Maybe the demons have a way.

Mo Yan turned around and left, completely unaware that after he left, a small green grass sprouted from the head of the little guy who was lying quietly on the bed.

The grass swayed here and there when blown by the night wind. It looked soft and frail, a replica of Bei Wan.

The breeze blew, and the grass swayed for a few times. He quietly used his two leaves, which were only the size of fingernails, to draw the surrounding spiritual energy into his body bit by bit.

Because the little guy's meridians are damaged, he cannot let his spiritual power flow and enter his Dantian like ordinary people.

The spiritual energy drawn in by the grass had no choice but to penetrate Bei Wan's body bit by bit from the outside in.

But flesh and blood was simply not the place where spiritual power should enter. In a short period of time, a layer of blood stained Bei Wan's skin.

The little guy in his sleep frowned, as if enduring severe pain.

When daybreak was about to break, the grass that secretly recruited spiritual power burped as if it was full, and quietly slipped back into Bei Wan's body.

Soon, extremely light footsteps came from outside the door.

Yan Ci, who had been staying in the Sutra Pavilion for four or five days, came back.

Although the boy Mo Yan patted his chest and promised that he could take good care of the little boy.

But Yan Ci is still worried.

As soon as Yan Ci entered the door, he smelled the smell of blood before he even reached the back room.

He frowned slightly, quickened his pace, and walked into the back room.

As soon as he entered, Yan Ci's breath froze, and the hands hanging by his sides suddenly tightened.

He really wanted to know how Mo Yan took care of his children.