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Meng Jiao's cold voice called back Mo Yanchen's sanity, so the moment she turned around, Mo Yanchen dragged the sword behind him and hid it.

"Master."

"Why did you come down the mountain? Didn't I ask you to eat and wait for your master?"

Meng Jiao approached him slowly, and seeing the sweat on his temples, she thought he had gone down the mountain too quickly.

However, when I pinched his wrist and prepared to send him some spiritual energy, I found that his body was trembling slightly.

After taking her pulse again, Meng Jiao couldn't help but frown.

"what did you eat?"

Mo Yanchen lowered his head, knowing that he could no longer hide it.

"Eat breakfast."

"You can't eat spicy food?" Meng Jiao couldn't help but say with some disbelief.

I didn't expect that in the world of immortal cultivation, there would be people with such fragile stomachs.

Thinking about it now, it seemed that every time she ate something spicy, he would return to the space earlier. How come she didn't notice it?

Mo Yanchen lowered his head, his eyes falling on Meng Jiao's slender fingers with distinct joints.

The nails were trimmed neatly and smoothly, and their touch on his wrist made it look even whiter and more flawless. He couldn't help but think, it would be nice if he never let go.

"Master, I'm sorry."

If she hadn't known that the man in front of her hadn't developed any emotional intelligence, Meng Jiao would have really thought that he was pretending to be pitiful and moving himself.

He sighed and picked him up, waved his hand and stuffed his sword into his space.

I've gained some weight recently, and now I feel heavier when I hold me.

After returning to the stone house and laying the person down on the bed, Meng Jiao recalled that Li Qing seemed to have given her some basic meatballs yesterday. However, the moment she stood up, her sleeves were instantly pulled tight.

Look at him lying on the bed looking at me pitifully, his dark eyes like an innocent and wronged little animal.

Meng Jiao couldn't help laughing in her heart, and flicked his forehead with a cold face.

"But it hurts? Don't lie to me again, understand?"

Mo Yanchen raised his hand and pressed his forehead. Because of the concern for the pain, his voice couldn't help but be soft and a little aggrieved.

"Master and disciple, we can never lie about anything, right?"

"of course."

Mo Yanchen's heart was beating like a drum.

He didn't want to hide it because he knew what his problem was, and if he kept thinking about it, it would only make his master hate him in the end.

So he mustered up his courage and looked up at the person in front of him.

"Master, I saw you flick that man's forehead. I can't lie. I feel bad."

She calmly put the pill into his mouth, then sat down beside his bed and gently helped him infuse spiritual power into his stomach, explaining,

"Master closed the ban, and the man who bumped into me accidentally, is he feeling better now?"

Mo Yanchen was slightly stunned, blinded by her brief soothing smile.

When he came back to his senses, he could no longer hear anything, and the smile just now seemed like an illusion.

I nodded stupidly, feeling the warmth in my stomach sliding into my heart.

However, his food had improved recently, and he had some soft flesh on his stomach, which was itchy when being rubbed by his master, and he felt a little embarrassed.

"Okay, much better. Thank you, Master."

Meng Jiao was addicted to rubbing my belly. If she thought about it carefully, she realized that her dream of an old man eating young grass had come true.

In this life, I am almost ninety years older than him...

As soon as this thought came to her mind, Meng Jiao found his slightly red face even cuter.

In the end, Meng Jiao still couldn't leave him behind. This time the secret place was unknown, and it would take at least a year and a half to clean up the demons and he couldn't get out.

I just heard from Huaqin that in three years' internal competition of the sect, Mo Yanchen must participate as a newcomer in the sect.

Therefore, this time, the time is tight and the task is heavy. In addition to completing the task, Mo Yanchen must also practice his actual combat ability.

I just wonder what kind of expression he would have if he met someone from Jiemie when he saw Mo Yanchen during the campaign against the demons?

When Mo Yanchen's health improved and he learned that Meng Jiao was going to take him out for training, he could hardly hide the surprise on his face.

Sometimes he ran to the kitchen to clean up the pots and pans, and sometimes he ran to the back mountain to catch some whitebait.

Meng Jiao sat on Xiao Zi's back and let him run around. It was rare to see him look like a 14-year-old boy. She nodded and answered whatever he asked.

Anyway, the space in his jade pendant is limited. Could he possibly take the Qingxuan Peak away with him?

Knowing that he might be gone for several years, Mo Yanchen stuffed almost everything Meng Jiao had prepared for him in the cave into the space.

Qilin was soaking in the small pond that Mo Yanchen had dug for him. There were things piled all around him, and poor Qilin had no place to even step.

Looking around, he saw that except for a few pieces of clothes and shoes, the rest of his master's things were used to serve the woman.

At such a young age, he was already being controlled by others. When he grows up, I guess he will just take the beatings and get the punishments.

Before leaving the sect, Meng Jiao brought Mo Yanchen to Tianxuan's mission hall.

The two of them were attractive in appearance, and coupled with Meng Jiao's reputation as the Dream-Grabbing Immortal, many disciples couldn't help but watch.

Mo Yanchen pressed the button to accompany his master, and went in alone to take down the tasks along the way.

During this time, many people came forward to talk to him, but their enthusiasm was dampened by his cold responses.

"What are you showing off for? You are clinging to the thigh of Immortal Lanmeng. If I had a master like him, I wouldn't be so arrogant. You are really embarrassing the Immortal."

A male cultivator in his early twenties, who was considered a pride among his peers, couldn't help but feel humiliated by his arrogant attitude. With his hot temper, he couldn't help but speak out.

The girl next to him pulled him back apologetically, and looked at Mo Yanchen with a wry smile, hoping that he would show mercy.

But I was thinking in my heart that I can no longer work with such a bad teammate.

"Don't say that. We can't tell his level of cultivation. What if he is higher than us?"

"What are you afraid of? Look at the jade pendant on him. His cultivation must be hidden. It's hard to say whether he is higher than me.

The sect's internal competition will begin soon. When he loses, I'll see if Immortal Lan Meng still wants him.

Besides, by that time, each mountain will have to recruit disciples again, and it’s hard to say whether Immortal Lanmeng will have time to take care of him.”

Mo Yanchen didn't care about what he said. He took the life card stamped by the Mission Hall and was about to leave.

But he suddenly stopped when he said that the internal competition of the sect was over and each mountain summit would accept disciples again.

Her deep black eyes stared at the man who was taller than him, and her voice was as cold as Meng Jiao's.

"What's your name?"

Being stared at by his cold black eyes, Xu Meng subconsciously replied,

"Xu Meng"

Mo Yanchen nodded.

"Okay, let's meet in the ring. If I beat everyone, you can't worship my master as your master, right?"

Hearing his words, Xu Meng, who had come back to his senses, spoke with a mocking tone as if he had heard a joke.

"Uncle Junior Master, don't rely on your seniority and think that everyone will give in to you. We are ordinary cultivators. Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. We don't believe in fate the most."

Mo Yanchen retracted his gaze and walked out without even giving him a glance.

He just needs to know whether what he just said is right or not.

Now, he has the answer...