Kokonoe

next day

Anze's bed was already empty when Mo Xuan got up.

Pushing open the door, the incomparably fresh air smelt his nostrils, and Mo Xuan stretched out his arms comfortably.

"Brother?"

On the boulder protruding from the waterfall, Anze was sitting cross-legged.

Mo Xuan approached along the stairs, carefully sizing up his precocious senior brother.

Speaking of which, Anze is really good-looking, and he can be seen at a glance when he falls into the crowd, Mo Xuan thought, in the past, his mother and other friends always said that he looked like a little girl, and Anze was like that.

At sunrise, the two picturesque teenagers just stopped there, one with eyes closed and the other smiling.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at you... ah!" Mo Xuan paled, rubbing his face in embarrassment, "Senior brother."

Anze fell from the stone to the edge of the bridge, and the purple shirt flew away.

Looking back, the scenery is gloomy.

Mo Xuan couldn't help but think of a sentence, who is the most young man.

"Er...brother, what were you doing just now?" Thinking of Bai Qianqian's appearance that day, she exclaimed, "Is it cultivation?"

Anze nodded: "That's right. You come."

Mo Xuan followed Anze to a meadow.

"This is Spirit Meadow, you sit down like me." An Ze said.

Mo Xuan sat cross-legged in response, "And then?"

"Calm down the dantian, get rid of distracting thoughts, and feel carefully."

Mo Xuan did as he did, feeling, feeling what?

Slowly, a faint sweet smell surrounded him, and Mo Xuan began to immerse himself in this smell, as if something was slowly breaking through the ground and flying towards him brightly.

who is it?laughing?Hee hee haha?

"Did you feel it? Spirit power." Anze asked.

Mo Xuan opened his eyes, and inexplicably stretched out his hand to take a look: "Spiritual power? Those shiny things?"

"Yes." Anze smiled, "Very good."

"Then, are those laughing things also spiritual power?" Mo Xuan asked.

"Laughing?" Anze pursed his lips and asked, "What did you hear?"

Mo Xuan thought for a while and said, "I can't hear clearly, that is, it seems that someone is laughing in my ear, and someone is talking."

"Really?" Anze said to himself.

"Brother?"

"Well... It's okay, you continue to absorb spiritual power like this, and we will continue when you can absorb it freely." After finishing speaking, Anze turned around and left.

"Ah...Okay." Mo Xuan just responded.

An Ze left, Mo Xuan sat alone in the wide spiritual meadow, took a deep breath: "Okay, let's start!"

Meditation began to absorb the spiritual energy.

"Master, tell me the truth, the reason why you didn't accept him." An Ze looked seriously at the man pretending to be drunk in front of him.

"Ah? There's no reason. Oh, I'm old and I don't want to accept disciples. I don't even like so many people in the outer court. You're not enough..." Fu Le lay on the table Chattering on stage.

"Don't change the subject," An Ze said, "I taught him to absorb it just now, and he said he could hear someone talking."

Fu Le was obviously choked, and he groaned for a long time before he said in a bad mood: "Okay, don't ask, sooner or later you will be pissed off."

After finishing speaking, Fu Le took out a book from under the table leg of the pedestal table and threw it over: "Let him read this, he won't need what you say, and it's useless to learn it."

Anze was full of doubts, the book in his hand didn't even have a name, and when he opened it, it wasn't a magic trick.

"What is this?" Anze asked.

"It's just a torn book, by the way, don't take him to practice in the inner courtyard, take him to..." Fu Le seemed to hesitate for a while before saying: "Go to the Sutra Pavilion."

Anze just looked at the man quietly: "You know him."

"Where can I meet a little boy! Don't think about it!" Fu Le jumped again, "Can I still harm him?"

Anze let out an "oh", and was about to leave with the book.

Fu Le shouted from behind: "Ah Ze, you really like him."

Anze paused, shaking his head.

"He, simple." Then he turned his head and looked at the man meaningfully: "Master, you know that I won't be with you for long."

Fu Le's expression turned ugly immediately: "Okay, let's go."

It's all, don't worry. . .

When Anze went back, Mo Xuan was still absorbing it quietly.

Anze couldn't hide his footsteps, but Mo Xuan didn't move at all.It's such a short time. . .

"Mo Xuan," Anze said, "It's fine."

Mo Xuan slowly opened his eyes, first he was in a daze for a moment before seeing An Ze clearly: "Senior Brother, you are back."

"How?" Anze asked.

"Well...it feels good, full of strength." Mo Xuan tried his best to describe it.

"Very good," Anze handed over a book: "The master gave it to you, and you can follow the book in the future."

Mo Xuan was overjoyed, and immediately took it, but he didn't even have a name.But he was already very satisfied, and thought that Fu Le's strange master didn't like him.

"Thank you, senior brother." Mo Xuan felt that Anze must have asked for this for him, senior brother is so kind.

Anze nodded expressionlessly.

"follow me."

Mo Xuan patted his buttocks with a book and followed him.

Zitai Peak, the Sutra Pavilion.

This time is not open, so now there are only An Ze and Mo Xuan.

"Wow——" Pushing the door, there are countless books and scriptures on the stacked bookshelves.

"This is Lingshan Sutra Pavilion, you can practice here." Anze said: "There will be [-] days of opening every month, and [-] days of closing the pavilion. When it is open, you can go back to the inner courtyard to practice. Don't fight with other brothers and sisters in the inner courtyard." There is a conflict."

After all, some people's ability to find faults is irresistible to Mo Xuan, An Ze thought.

"Then, can I read these books?" Mo Xuan asked impatiently.

An Ze said: "Okay, remember to put it back where it came from."

"En! Yes, senior brother!" Mo Xuan couldn't hold back his excitement, and suddenly, a door slowly opened in front of his eyes.

What a child, Anze thought about and worried about Master's abnormal behavior. Is there something unspeakable?

Mo Xuan had plunged headlong into the collection of books, Anze looked at the sun outside, today was the day of the gathering, he turned his head to see Mo Xuan's serious appearance, and quietly closed the door to go to the main hall without disturbing him.

The Lingshan gathering is a custom in the middle of every month. Disciples from all halls gather in the main hall to test the increase or decrease of spiritual power, discuss cultivation techniques, and listen to the elders' lectures. . .

There is only An Ze alone in the inner courtyard of the third elder of Zuixianju, and usually neither of them will be present, but today is different, Mo Xuan's appearance in Lingshan for no reason may not be concealed and everyone will know about it.

So if no one goes to rectify his name today, it will definitely cause some people's dissatisfaction.

An Ze thought about the wind under his feet had reached the main hall.

Luoxian Peak, the jurisdiction of the Great Elder.

Disciples from the outer courtyard were not allowed to enter, and could only wait in front of the hall.

An Ze came late, and the disciples from all the courtyards had already gathered, and they were all surprised to see An Ze.

"Senior brother."

"Brother An..."

Anze nodded in response. In the main hall, there was one elder, Xi Guozheng, and the remaining disciples from the inner courts had also taken their seats.

"Anze is late."

This sound attracted the attention of all parties.

"Oh? You are here today, so sit down when you come." Great Elder Wu Tong, who has reached the Mahayana, always smiles, holds a dust whisk, has white hair and long beard, and sharp eyes.

"It's strange." The second elder, Mucheng, whose twin spirit roots have reached the late stage of fusion, doesn't like to show up on weekdays, and mostly studies elixir alone, and I'm afraid he will only be able to see him today.

An Ze sat down calmly, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Bai Qianqian winking at him.

An Ze secretly nodded slightly, and Bai Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief.

"In this case, today's assembly will officially begin." Wu Tong put down his words, and the opening was the voice of everyone reciting.

An Ze sat alone on one side, his gaze behind his back remained undiminished, he leaned over slightly, Meng Ziqiu!