Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

After leaving Luo Qiuyi, Mo Nanchen stopped having convulsions.He threw Guardian Zuo, who was still clinging tightly in his arms, into the guest room, felt his pulse casually, and ran out to find a drink on his own.

The system checked Song Yanqing's body. Listening to the system's words, Song Yanqing squeezed the little red pill, but she was not willing to eat it.In a short time, the new leader of the martial arts will gather the world and attack the Xuanming Sect on Mount Yuehua again.At that time, Mo Nanchen had long been indulging in the gentleness of the country and did not think about it. Only the left and right guardians were struggling to support him. Later, the left guardian was killed by the ancestor of the blood knife, and the right guardian Feng Tianjiao was killed by an arrow. The Xuanming Sect was completely lonely.

Song Yanqing comes from a planet that is about to perish. He likes this world with flowers and grass very much. He is not afraid of death but he also does not want to die so early.He planned to keep this little Huandan, and eat it to renew his life when he was about to die.

At that time, the Xuanming Sect will be gone, and Mo Nanchen will be dead, so he can live a happy life incognito, and find another world when he has lived enough.

Song Yanqing's little abacus was crackling, he carefully put away Xiao Huan Dan, and shook his head to shake the scene of Mo Nanchen's death in front of the cliff out of his mind.

Song Yanqing meditated until midnight. Just as she was about to fall asleep, Mo Nanchen suddenly jumped in from the window.He was carrying a jug of wine, and casually threw a package to Song Yanqing.Song Yanqing raised her hand to catch it, and there was a bloody smell on the package.

"This is?" Song Yanqing did not dare to open it directly, for fear of seeing something like a severed limb or half a human head.

Mo Nanchen lit a candle, wiped off the blood on his face and said in a happy mood: "Guardian Zuo opened it and you will know."

The smell of alcohol on his body was very strong and fragrant. I don't know where he found the good wine.Listening to what he said, Song Yanqing thought, 'Yo, you're still playing mystery with me. '

He said to the system: "Let's discuss it, tell me what's inside." '

The system was silent for a while, and replied: [The system cannot check, real-time data, the leader's dependence on you is 80/100, evaluation: The leader is looking forward to your surprise after seeing the gift.According to the real-time data, the system believes that there are probably good things inside. ]

Song Yanqing touched the soft and bloody package, expressing doubts about the system's words.

He opened the package under Mo Nanchen's slightly expectant eyes, and took a closer look at it by candlelight.Oh, a bunch of fresh eyeballs.

He stretched out his hand to feel it, after making sure he read it right.Song Yanqing shivered, and he pressed his lips tightly to keep himself from screaming.

"When I was drinking wine, I happened to meet the disciples of the Blood Knife Sect." Sitting on the table, Mo Nanchen said, "When I think of the death of the elder who brought them here, there is nothing for their little disciples to do here." It’s very pitiful to be helpless, I couldn’t bear it, so I sent them to reunite with the elders, which can be regarded as a help on the way.”

Song Yanqing took a deep breath and sighed: "The teacher is wise, but..."

Before Song Yanqing finished speaking, Mo Nanchen said: "In addition, the Xuedaomen collided with the Zuo Guardian, I originally wanted to take their heads over to let the Zuo Guardian vent their anger, but I accidentally squeezed a few of them." In the end, I had to bring my eyes back. Fortunately, there is no shortage of one, if the number of left protectors is low, I will go and get a few more to make up the right one."

Even though he knew that Mo Nanchen's character design in the book is a little pervert who regards human life as nothing, but Song Yanqing couldn't help but look deeply at the smiling Mo Nanchen, and said to the system: "He can really be so perverted." Well, I remember when he didn't come out of Xuanming Sect, he wasn't so... anti-human. '

The system replied: [The author gave him a person who is full of evil and ambition, and all his actions will closely revolve around the character setting.The reason why Luo Qiuyi hated him was because he killed people like hemp.In order for the plot to proceed along the original track in a reasonable and reasonable way, Mo Nanchen will definitely follow the development of the plot and fit the characters more and more, until finally he completely becomes the villain image that the author of the original text wanted to show. ]

[Simply put, the plot requires him to be mad and moody. ] The system said: [Of course, Guardian Zuo's personality is foolish and loyal. Mr. Song only needs to obey the leader's arrangement and doesn't need to think about anything. ]

Holding the bag of eyeballs, Song Yanqing felt a little depressed. He inexplicably missed the previous leader who liked to drink and meditate in Xuanmingjiao.

Looking at Mo Nanchen who was running towards the big devil in front of him, Song Yanqing couldn't help but said: "This gift, I like it very much. It's just, it's just this matter. After teaching, the leader, don't, don't do it again. gone."

Mo Nanchen chuckled and said, "Teacher, Master Zuo, how can you speak so uncomfortably, Zuo Hufa?"

Song Yanqing stopped talking, and whispered to the system: "How is he feeling now, is there any sign of wanting to fit in with the character?" '

[Don't worry, Mr. Song, even if you die, the system will find a way to leave you a whole body. ] His system continued to soothe with his elegant male voice that has remained unchanged for thousands of years: [Mr. Song will not become as incomplete as the poor little ones in your hands. ]

After Song Yanqing heard it, she suddenly felt that her system was not normal.

Mo Nanchen just found it funny to hear Song Yanqing stammering, and he was in a good mood to tease him casually.After waiting for a while without Song Yanqing's answer, he put down the jug and turned his head to look over. His left protector was holding the package, his lips were tightly pursed and his resolute face was full of disapproval.

Mo Nanchen didn't care about Song Yanqing's words, but he was annoyed for no reason when he saw Song Yanqing's expression.For some reason, the wine in his hand was no longer fragrant, and Song Yanqing's stammering words no longer sounded funny.

He shook the jug and jumped off the table, walked over and raised his hand to throw away the bag of unpleasant eyes.But as soon as he raised his hand, he saw Song Yanqing shrinking back.There was no change on that wooden face, only the mouth was tightened, and there was some fear in a pair of bright black and white eyes.

Mo Nanchen stopped his hand in the air for a long time before realizing what was going on.Mo Nanchen clicked his tongue and suddenly thought of an interesting idea. He squinted his eyes and caressed Song Yanqing's lips with one hand, and pressed his shoulder with the other, deliberately lowered his voice and said softly: "Since Guardian Zuo's mouth is still not easy, how about Just don't forget about it. I will tear it apart today, and Guardian Zuo will no longer have to worry about talking."

Song Yanqing opened his eyes wide and looked over in surprise, his breathing stopped, and Mo Nanchen even felt his shoulders tremble.

Mo Nanchen sneered and pressed his fingers, Song Yanqing subconsciously raised her hand and grabbed his wrist to make him stop.

Song Yanqing tensed up the paralyzed face of Zuo Dharma that hadn't changed for thousands of years, and poked at the system in his mind expressionlessly, and the system comforted him: [Don't be afraid, Mr. Song, it won't hurt. ], but Song Yanqing was not appeased at all.

Seeing Song Yanqing's expression getting more and more exciting, she gradually became unlovable.Mo Nanchen couldn't bear it anymore, he held Song Yanqing's cheek and smiled.

"What are you thinking, I might really tear your mouth. You little stammer, I don't have time to like it." Xu Shi was really happy and he drank too much, Mo Nanchen didn't call himself the seat anymore , he laughed and fell on Song Yanqing, grabbed the package and threw it out, and said loudly: "Since Guardian Zuo doesn't like it, I will kill people and leave them a whole body."

Song Yanqing knew that she was played by Mo Nanchen, but she didn't feel angry.He couldn't beat Mo Nanchen, and Mo Nanchen always smiled very nicely after playing tricks on him, Song Yanqing's original temper when he looked at his face dissipated.

Mo Nanchen had had enough of laughing, he raised his hand drunk with the smell of alcohol, and was about to feed Song Yanqing with wine.Song Yanqing drank it obediently, and he didn't know where Mo Nanchen snatched the wine from when he went out for a walk. The taste was no worse than the old wine that was sent to the teacher before.

Song Yanqing was pressed and fed a few mouthfuls by Mo Nanchen, a blush gradually appeared on her face.Mo Nanchen was drunk, he smiled and pulled a stool over to have a drink with Song Yanqing.The alcohol was a bit strong, Zuo Hufa didn't drink very well, Song Yanqing didn't know why after drinking for a while, but then thought of the situation where Mo Nanchen became a monster that everyone wanted to kill, and was finally forced to die on the edge of a cliff.

No matter what happens in the future, at least the Mo Nanchen Song Yanqing knows is not a killing lunatic.Although he is desperate for face, he protects his weaknesses and holds grudges, but he is no different from most people in the world of martial arts, except that he has the title of the leader of the demon sect.If he is on the right path, this temper might be praised by others.

He drank the wine that Mo Nanchen fed, looked at the free and easy smile on his face, and thought that this person would become more and more twisted in the future, Song Yanqing couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Mo Nanchen raised his head and met Song Yanqing's complicated eyes. He only thought that Song Yanqing was still concerned about his killing today.Mo Nanchen looked at Song Yanqing's expressionless face, shaking the jug he had just opened, and thinking carefully again, he suddenly leaned in front of Song Yanqing, until the tips of their noses were about to touch each other, he said softly: "This seat is beautiful ."

He will keep Song Yanqing silent in the future, so that he can continue to ask, then why are you staring at me.

Song Yanqing blinked. He looked at the long eyelashes at the corners of Mo Nanchen's reddish eyes, felt the warm breath of alcohol on his cheeks, and subconsciously said, "It looks good."

He was not very conscious, and he didn't realize what he said. After speaking, he continued to stare at Mo Nanchen's face in a daze.

Mo Nanchen was very sober. He was stunned for a long time, then he lowered his eyelids and said helplessly, "Idiot."

.............

The vigorous martial arts conference finally started. The heroes of the rivers and lakes, the people at the foot of the mountain, those who know martial arts and those who do not know martial arts, even a few people from nearby government offices came over.The master of Jiuhuamen is a scholar in Tsing Yi, who failed the imperial examination and came to practice martial arts, and accidentally became the master of Jiuhuamen.

He is not only the organizer of the martial arts conference, but also one of the best candidates for the new martial arts leader.Monk Miaozhen from Northern Shaolin is the supporter of this conference, and monks will be the judges, so these martial arts people can rest assured.Monk Miaozhen is the most famous among the new generation of Shaolin disciples, and he also likes to join in the fun the most.The four sects besieged Xuanming and taught him to go and see, and he also came to watch the martial arts conference, but the master of Jiuhua sect simply arrested him and made him the host of the conference.

Monk Miaozhen nodded to the master of Jiuhuamen, and walked to the stage to prepare for the opening ceremony of the meeting.In the venue prepared by Jiuhuamen, there is a ring in the middle of the circular venue, and the two sides are full of various sects.

The so-called martial arts conference is where everyone greets each other with a few words, and then comes up to fight. Whoever wins everyone will be the leader of the martial arts alliance.

Monk Miaozhen pressed his hands down to signal for everyone to be quieter, and a disciple of Jiuhua ran up next to him and began to read his name with a roster.

"There are Kunlun sects participating in the martial arts conference this time!" After he shouted, dozens of people stood up in the stands on the other side, and the leading old swordsman clasped his fists at Monk Miaozhen.

The Jiuhua disciple continued to shout: "Luoyungu!" Another group of people stood up in the stands.

"Medicine King Mountain!"

"Impermanence Gate!"

"Dian Cang Sect! Chongyang Pavilion! Tianshan Sect! Snow Mountain Sect! Poyun Sect!"

.....

He called more than a dozen names in a row, and the people in the stands also clasped their fists with Monk Miaozhen and saluted one after another.After all the sects, including the neutral sect and the small sect, had reported, the disciple of Jiuhua bowed his hands to his master and waited.

The master of Jiuhuamen stepped onto the stage and saluted the martial arts people below: "Today, I am honored to invite you all to come to Jiuhua for a gathering..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was suddenly interrupted by a burst of laughter.

The master of Jiuhuamen frowned and shouted loudly: "Who made such a mistake here!"

Before he could finish his words, a gust of palm wind hit him.The master of Jiuhua sect didn't have time to dodge, monk Miaozhen stepped forward and raised his hand to disperse the strength.

"What a martial arts conference, Jiuhua scholars have invited so many people, but they haven't forgotten my number one sect in the world!" With a sneer, a man in red flew in.He landed with his hands behind his back and stood at the outermost edge of the stands.A man in a black suit followed him and stood behind him.

Monk Miaozhen's eyes lit up, he fiddled with the Buddhist beads and whispered to the master of Jiuhua sect: "This is Mo Nanchen, the leader of Xuanming Sect, and behind him is Song Yanqing, the guardian of the left."

Before the Jiuhua Sect Master had time to speak, Mo Nanchen laughed and said, "Since Sect Master, you, a nobleman, forget things so much, I have no choice but to bring Guardian Zuo to come here in person."

After he finished speaking, he jumped up, stepped on the heads of all the quacks, and ran towards the ring.

Song Yanqing's lightness kung fu is good, but Mo Nanchen flies slowly. As a subordinate, it's hard for him to run in front of the leader, so he can only follow Mo Nanchen all the way.

Seeing this, the master of Jiuhua sect said with an ugly face: "Master Mo, they have no grudges against you in the past, why did you bring people to humiliate them like this?"

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