Kokonoe

Mo Xuan obediently followed Fu Le all the way back to Zuixianju.

Fu Le pushed the door and went in: "Close the door!"

Mo Xuan was startled, and obediently turned around and closed the door. Turning his head, Fu Le was circling back and forth with a blank face.

Angry?Mo Xuan didn't know what to say, so he could only keep looking at the runaway master.

Fu Le didn't know how many times he turned around before sitting down with a wave of his sleeves.

"Wood element?" Fu Le asked with narrowed eyes.

Mo Xuan couldn't hear the emotion, so he could only answer obediently: "Yes..."

"Oh?" Fu Le picked up the teacup and took a big sip: "Anze taught you?"

Mo Xuan scratched his head and said obediently, "No."

"Oh." Fu Le slammed the teacup on the desk with a "snap", his face sullen and he didn't know what to think.

"Master..." Mo Xuan called out cautiously, but Fu Le didn't respond.

"That, Master!" Mo Xuan said suddenly, and Fu Le raised his head to stare at him. Mo Xuan faltered for a moment, and then whispered: "It's none of senior brother's business. I saw that senior brother Zimu used it. Next, I want to try..."

Fu Le stared at Mo Xuan for a while, as if he wanted to spot something on his face.

Mo Xuan was in a panic, what does Master mean by this?Praise yourself for being talented?Not at all!Angry at hitting someone yourself?But he made the decisions for me!Blame myself for not telling him that I can use spiritual power?But I don't even know what this is! !

Mo Xuan couldn't help being wronged, but Fu Le still didn't say a word.

Mo Xuan could only twitch twice: "Master...you can say it if you have something to say, so I'm afraid."

"Oh." Fu Le responded lightly, then jumped up from his seat, pointing at Mo Xuan with his hips on the spot, and began to scold: "Just take a look! You bastard!! Can you say this casually?? ? I'm mad, I'm mad..."

Mo Xuan was startled by Fu Le and dared not move.

Feeling puzzled, Fu Le rushed to Mo Xuan's eyes and raised his finger to poke Mo Xuan's forehead: "You, you, you..."

Mo Xuan subconsciously closed his eyes and waited for Fu Le's scolding, but the finger was placed on his forehead without moving for a long time, as if shaking.

After a while, Fu Le's voice sounded: "Couldn't you be a little stupid!..."

It is an endless sigh.

Mo Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, Fu Le's fingers were still resting on his forehead, the two of them just looked at each other like this, Fu Le's face was full of indescribable sadness, but in the end he was defeated by Mo Xuan's clear and bright eyes Come.

"Master, can't I use those spiritual powers?" Mo Xuan asked.

Fu Le turned his hands away: "So what if you can't, just use it."

"Master, why can't I detect the spiritual root?" Mo Xuan asked.

Fu Le turned his head and looked away complicatedly: "I don't know either, don't ask."

Mo Xuan did not give up: "Master, I can't detect the spiritual roots, but I can use these spiritual powers. Don't you really know why?"

Fu Le was obviously a little angry: "I don't know! You are smart!"

Mo Xuan wanted to ask more questions, but Fu Le didn't want to mention it again: "Okay, you beat Mu Qi today, that guy in Mucheng must be careful, so I won't punish you severely, but I will send a message to punish you to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion Copy the book, okay?"

Thinking of what happened today, Mo Xuan naturally knew that he had offended someone, so he nodded consciously: "Okay."

"Well," Fu Le said: "Just go and copy for me those related to the spiritual power of the five elements, and don't let me out if you can't finish copying!"

Mo Xuan raised his head in disbelief: "Master, you..."

"What's the matter? Is it too heavy? Let me tell you, you have to pay me for being able to beat someone. Don't tell me that your hand hurts. Do you hear me?" Fu Le roared.

Mo Xuan held back his tears and smiled: "Yes, I see, Master."

Master, aren't you asking me to learn by myself?

"By the way," Fu Le asked casually, "How did you practice with the book I gave you?"

Mo Xuan nodded: "I've been practicing and I'm very familiar with it."

Fu Le said "hmm" and said, "Don't stop, practice hard."

Mo Xuan readily agreed.

Fu Le coughed and said, "Okay, go back to the Sutra Pavilion, don't let me see you, it's an eyesore!"

Mo Xuan smiled lowly: "Okay, master, let's go now!"

Fu Le heard the footsteps behind him slowly going away, and then turned his head, his brows were serious.

Suddenly thinking of something, Fu Le hurriedly rummaged through a pile of books on the ground, and finally pulled out a piece of paper from an extremely tattered book, which looked like a cover.

Looking at the big characters on the cover, Fu Le randomly scratched at his hair, and directly burned a ball of flames from his palms.

Mo Xuan was punished by Fu Le to copy books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

As soon as the news came out, no one dared to discuss it.Mucheng didn't say anything, but Mu Qi didn't seem to show up for a few days, and when the disciples saw Mu Qi a few days later, their baby faces were still in a bad mood.

"Hey, where's the new one?" Mu Qi caught a junior and asked.

"Senior brother, are you talking about Mo Xuan? He was punished by the third elder to copy books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. It's been three days." The junior brother promised.

Mu Qi let out an "oh" and walked towards the scripture storage pavilion.

The little junior brother who was left behind was afraid that this senior brother would cause trouble, so he shouted uneasy: "Senior brother, the third elder has an order that other people are not allowed to approach the Buddhist scriptures pavilion without authorization."

Mu Qi didn't know if he heard it or not, he just lowered his head and walked forward, muttering: "Why did Fu Le punish him? I hate it!"

Besides, Mo Xuan, who copied in the Sutra Pavilion for three days, really gained a lot.

"Water coming~" Mo Xuan was lying on the floor, a ball of water was beating in the heart of his right hand. Mo Xuan thought it was interesting, and when his heart moved, the water ball turned into a stream of water, surging back and forth in both hands.

"Boom boom boom!"

Mo Xuan immediately stopped the water flow and got up from the floor.

"Who?" Mo Xuan shouted.

The voice came from the window on the third floor, Mo Xuan approached carefully, and asked again: "Who?"

"Me!" the outside responded.

Mo Xuan was taken aback by this voice. . .Thinking about walking over to open the top of the window, and slowly pushing it open a crack.

"Why is it you?" Mo Xuan frowned, it was actually Mu Qi.

Mu Qi kept his feet hanging outside, one foot was sticking to the wall, and the veins on both hands were bulging. He gritted his teeth and shouted at Mo Xuan: "Why are you standing there? Give me a hand! I didn't see that I was going to fall!" down!"

"Oh." Mo Xuan stretched out a hand.

"...Are you stupid? That hand is gone?" Mu Qi roared.

"Oh." Mo Xuan obediently stretched out his two hands, and reluctantly pulled Mu Qi in amidst Mu Qi's thoughts.

"It's so dirty." Mu Qi patted the dust on his clothes in disgust, then got up and turned around.

"Fu Le really punished you for copying books?" Mu Qi asked.

Mo Xuan sat down, picked up a stack of copied paper and shook it, meaning you can't see it?

Mu Qi curled his lips and sat down together, flipping through the things Mo Xuan had copied: "There is something wrong with Fu Le, why punish you?"

Mo Xuan turned his head to look at Mu Qi's calf, and then gave him an obvious look.

Mu Qi lifted up his gown angrily, and rolled up his trousers: "Look, I'm healed!"

Mo Xuan shrugged, knowing that you have an alchemy father.

Then I ignored him and continued to copy books by myself.

Mu Qi was ignored and watched Mo Xuan's copying stroke by stroke in boredom: "Hey, is copying fun?"

Mo Xuan ignored him.

Mu Qi changed his posture and sat again: "Stop writing, I'll take you out to play."

Mo Xuan was still writing vigorously.

Mu Qi howled: "Little brother, how can you hold grudges?"

Mo Xuan really couldn't stand him anymore. He originally thought that this person was here to seek revenge, but what was he doing this time?

"Are you bored?" Mo Xuan asked.

Mu Qi blinked his eyes and nodded as soon as he heard Mo Xuan talk to him: "Yes, junior brother, I'm bored."

"Oh." After Mo Xuan finished speaking, he turned back.

Mu Qi was gasping for breath, his baby face wrinkled into a bun: "Ignore me!"

So he started to make trouble for Mo Xuan in various ways.

"Oh, the word is crooked, I'll help you rewrite it... Oops, it's crossed out..."

"Ah, I'll grind it for you...ah, there's too much ink..."

"Come, come, finish writing, this book is for... oh, this book has been written..."

. . . . .

Mo Xuan sighed and put down the pen, looking at someone squatting in front of him with bright eyes: "Is it fun?"

Mu Qi rolled his eyes: "It's not fun, but it's fun with the younger brother."

Mo Xuan frowned and asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Mu Qi sat down on the ground, not caring whether it was dirty or not: "Why not, I'm afraid you'll be bored and come to play with you."

Mu Qi muttered for a while, then raised his head suddenly: "Hey, Mo Xuan, how about making friends?"

Mo Xuan looked at him suspiciously, did he hear wrong?Mu Qi shouldn't have said, Hey, let's have a fight, right?

"Did you hear that?" Mu Qi raised his foot and kicked him.

Mo Xuan nodded, and reached out to touch Mu Qi's forehead.

"What are you doing?" Mu Qi was puzzled.

"I don't have a fever," Mo Xuan said, "Did I have a serious beating that day?"

Mu Qi said "Hey" and got up and approached: "My brain is fine!"

"Oh, then you said to make friends with me." Mo Xuan said.

Mu Qi pouted and said, "Yes, why, no?"

Mo Xuan said, "Reason?"

Mu Qi lowered his head and looked elsewhere: "Yes, you are quite interesting, and you seem to be easy to get along with."

"Huh? That's all?" Mo Xuan asked.

Mu Qi nodded: "Well, that's all."

Mo Xuan looked at the top of Mu Qi's head, a combatant with a baby face, who almost wanted to kill him a few days ago, now came and said that he wanted to make friends with him.

"It's okay, what's wrong with you..." Mu Qi hadn't finished muttering when he heard Mo Xuan answering in a low voice on top of his head: "Okay."

Mu Qi looked up at him in disbelief: "Huh?"

Mo Xuan pushed his head down again, poked the spinner on the top of his head and said, "Do you want to make friends? Okay."

Mu Qi's baby face instantly unfolded into a flower: "Really? Hahahaha."

Mo Xuan looked helplessly at Mu Qi laughing wildly, and couldn't figure out what this man was thinking all day long.

In this way, the two of them almost killed each other a few days ago, but now they are together.

"Hey, Mo Xuan, it's so boring here, let's go out and play."

"I want to copy the book."

"Copying books is so boring, I know there is a good place."

"I'm being punished."

"Oh, am I okay? I'll go to Fu Le to plead for you."

"I want to copy the book."

"... Mo Xuan, you are so boring, I don't want to be friends with you anymore."

"Oh, remember to close the window for me when you leave."

"...Oh, I'm just kidding. Seeing you are so boring, I will show mercy and accompany you."

"....it is good."

. . . . . .

When Mo Xuan stopped writing and prepared to take a break, it was already dark outside, and the candles on the wall of the Sutra Pavilion were lit at some point, Mo Xuan looked at the pile of books on one side, Mu Qi was curled up there and fell asleep, There was a book that Mo Xuan had finished copying under his head, and a few books that he had opened and read halfway were scattered on his body.

Mo Xuan looked at it for a while, then suddenly pursed his lips and smiled, got up and took off his outer shirt to cover Mu Qi.

The moon can't be seen outside the window, but there are stars like water. Mo Xuan stretched his waist and leaned over, staring at the stars for a while, then he glanced at them suddenly, and his eyes lit up.

The inner courtyard of Zuixianju was actually lit with lanterns.

Brother, are you back?