Kokonoe

This Mencius Qiu is a special case. In the Lingshan General Election, Anze and he were both favored, and the strengths of both sides were comparable.

Fu Le once said: "As long as Mencius Qiu is more stable, I can earn two precious apprentices."

Later, Meng Ziqiu was accepted into the Mucheng Inner Court, and within a year he was ranked among the top three inner court disciples, but Anze never fought against him again.

The visitor is not good.

The newly recruited disciples this year took the test one after another. Anze scanned around and found that the talents were about the same, but there was nothing special about them.

"Master, I heard from my juniors that Junior Brother Anze brought back a young man from the mountain the day before yesterday, but I haven't seen him today." Mencius Qiu suddenly opened his mouth, and Anze secretly said, here we come!

"Oh? Is there such a thing?" Mucheng was not as friendly as Wu Tong, but a little serious was deterrent.

Anze replied: "Yes, that person's name is Mo Xuan. The master has accepted him as a disciple of the inner courtyard after seeing his talent, so he should be called Senior Brother Meng like a disciple."

Mencius Qiu quietly clenched his fists, with a constant smile on his face: "Really? That's congratulations to the third elder for gaining a beloved disciple, but you, as a senior brother, don't bring him here today to pay a visit to all the masters and brothers?"

Anze can naturally hear the targeted meaning in these words, and I don't know why Meng Ziqiu insisted on seeing Mo Xuan, so Anze could only explain: "Unfortunately, I should have introduced him, but the younger brother is not familiar with him when he first arrived, and the master is also afraid of him." If he didn't understand the rules and made a mistake, he was left to teach himself in Zuixianju."

Anze emphasized the word "in person", and looked up at Meng Ziqiu: "If senior brother is curious, I will definitely bring him to visit him next time."

Meng Ziqiu still wanted to talk, but Mu Cheng said, "That's fine, but it's Fu Le who thought he had no intention of accepting disciples, so he was waiting for a young genius. I don't know what about Moxuan's spiritual root?"

Anze cupped his hands and said: "It hasn't been determined yet, Master has his own arrangements."

It just so happened that there was a new student with good spiritual power at this time, Wu Tong let out a happy sound, and Mucheng turned around to pay attention to the testing platform.

"Junior Brother An, don't forget to bring him here, Senior Brother, I can't wait." Meng Ziqiu quietly approached Anze and said.

Anze squinted his eyes, and the banter and interest in Meng Ziqiu's eyes were all gone, he said hello and stepped back to the side without further words.

Meng Ziqiu also returned to his place, and a few fellow apprentices came over to his side.

"Brother, what dissatisfaction do you have with that kid?"

"Hmph!" Mencius snorted coldly, "What do you know?"

He, Meng Ziqiu, was also at the top level of talent, and he was promoted all the way to Lingshan. Who knows where a brat came out to steal his limelight, and the person who had always wanted to be a teacher also rejected him and chose him.

Okay, I'm not as good as Anze, I admit it, and now Anze picked up another brat, and that person also accepted it!

Okay, okay, I want to see, could it be another geek like Anze?otherwise. . .Just don't blame me. . .

Thinking of this, Meng Ziqiu walked through the crowd and looked at Anze's position again. The man's face was cold, neither happy nor sad, out of tune with his surroundings. Sensing his gaze, the two's eyes briefly met, Meng Ziqiu evoked a smile, Hiding his killing intent, he turned his head and told the people beside him, "Show me some Zui Xianju, especially the new kid."

After the assembly was over, the disciples from all the courtyards dispersed one after another.

An Ze was walking ahead when he was stopped again.

"Junior brother." It was Bai Qianqian.

Yin Ziyang walked behind Bai Qianqian.

"What's the matter?" Anze asked.

Biting her lip, Bai Qianqian stepped forward and said apologetically, "Junior Junior Brother, I'm sorry, we agreed to keep the matter of Brother Xuan a secret, and I was afraid that it would be bad if the Third Elder didn't accept him, but yesterday they chatted It happened that Mu Qi came over to listen, so... oh, I'm sorry~"

Anze nodded: "I see, I don't blame you."

Yin Ziyang asked from behind: "The third elder really accepted it?"

An Ze said: "Really, how can I lie?"

Yin Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, you also know that the second elder pays special attention to the rules of the house."

Anze naturally knew: "No problem, you guys go back."

Yin Ziyang thought for a while and said, "Meng Ziqiu's targeting today is probably premeditated, but be careful, you know their little tricks."

An Ze responded, and turned his head to look at the location of the Sutra Pavilion in the distance: "Well, I will teach him to protect himself first."

Of course, Mo Xuan didn't know anything about what happened outside. He was lying on the ground now, holding a heavy book in his hand.

"It turns out that Lingshan came here like this..." Mo Xuan muttered to himself, shook his wrist and got up to put the book away, where did the senior brother go?

Waiting for Anze to disappear, Mo Xuan casually opened the book given by his master.

Strange, no-name book.

"Heaven's movements are permanent... against the heavens... protect the spirit veins to keep them safe... be alert to the real body..."

Mo Xuan read dizzy, why do these words read so strangely?

Scroll down again, it is a mental method.

Mo Xuan took a few glances and practiced accordingly. After practicing, he was immersed in the sea of ​​divine consciousness.

The surrounding scriptures seem to be psychic, protecting Mo Xuan sitting in it, and in the sea of ​​​​spiritual consciousness, Mo Xuan has gradually realized some mental methods, but he is quite strange, why there is a part of the spiritual consciousness A cloud of black gas is suspended in it and cannot be touched, and when Mo Xuan comprehends the mind, it will swing back and forth, and even begin to shrink.

During the first practice, Mo Xuan felt that his body had been enriched a lot, as if something was constantly being filled, and his walking became brisk.

"It's really a good thing." Mo Xuan thought, watching the sky getting dark outside, put away the books, tidied up the bookshelves, and returned to the inner courtyard the same way.

He didn't eat for a whole day, Mo Xuan thought, wondering if the senior brother would leave a snack for himself.

With a flash of inspiration, he fumbled and took out two vermilion fruits from his pocket, "Ha, it's okay." Then he stuffed them into his mouth with satisfaction.

After eating the fruit, there was a burst of warmth.

Mo Xuan wiped his mouth, walked quickly, and didn't think much about what the fruit he used as a snack to fill his stomach was.

An Ze was meditating on the bed, Mo Xuan pushed the door and entered the room lightly, there was a plate of pastries on the table, Mo Xuan gave a low laugh, picked up a piece and started to chew.

"I'm back." Anze said.

Mo Xuan stuffed his throat with a mouthful of pastry, patted his chest before humming, "Where did brother go today?"

"Today's Lingshan gathering." Anze replied.

"Ah... I know, I read it in a book today." Mo Xuan nodded and climbed onto the bed.

"What did you practice today?" An Ze asked.

"Master's book." Mo Xuan said, wanted to talk about the black mist but didn't say it out, it seemed to be nothing, and he didn't feel uncomfortable, so he gave up.

An Ze took out an object from the box beside him and handed it over: "Bring me your hand."

Mo Xuan stretched out his hand in doubt, but An Ze grabbed it and put it on top of it.

"Focus."

After hearing this, Mo Xuan quickly closed his eyes and calmed down.

The transparent crystal ball didn't move, Anze frowned with the word "Chuan" on his pretty eyebrows: "How could it be?"

Mo Xuan opened his eyes, but found no difference: "What?"

An Ze looked at him with a complicated expression, and slowly put his hand on it. Mo Xuan's mouth slowly opened, and he saw three colors of light emanating from the crystal ball, intertwined with each other.

"This is the crystal ball for testing the spirit root." Anze whispered, "You see, I am the three spirit roots. You saw me use the fireball technique the other day. Besides, water and wind are also my spiritual power .”

Mo Xuan stared blankly at the three bright colors of life, looked at his hand, and tried it again.

Still motionless.

"I..." Mo Xuan asked blankly, "What's going on?"

Anze shook his head: "I haven't seen it."

Can't show it, is there no spiritual root?No, Anze glanced at the young man opposite him. The aura around this young man was so strong that he couldn't even feel it.But it can't be tested, what's the situation?

"Maybe it's broken." Anze said, and put the crystal ball back to its original place, "Wait until I find a new one."

Mo Xuan let out an "oh", touched his palm unconsciously, and fell into deep thought.

Anze seemed relaxed: "Go to sleep, you can continue to go to the Sutra Pavilion tomorrow."

"Yes." Mo Xuan replied.

The two made their beds and lay down, the candlelight was flickering, Mo Xuan tucked his head into the quilt and opened his eyes in a daze, why couldn't he show himself?

Maybe the Sutra Pavilion can find the answer, Mo Xuan thought so, went to have a look tomorrow, and fell into a deep sleep.