Kokonoe

After spending seven days in the Sutra Pavilion, An Ze came here once and said that he was going to take a new student down the mountain for a trial. Mo Xuan didn't go back to the inner courtyard when he knew about it.

The mental method has been explored to a general extent, and Mo Xuan no longer needs to rely on books to practice.

On the contrary, the matter of spiritual roots that has been confusing him has been unable to find an answer for a long time.

"Still not." Mo Xuan put down the scroll in his hand in frustration. The classification of spiritual roots and cultivation rules were marked on it, but his own situation was not recorded.

"Maybe I don't have a spiritual root?" Mo Xuan thought this way, and he hated himself a little in his heart. The senior brother treated him so well, himself. . .If it's trash, isn't it a joke?

Thinking of Anze, Mo Xuan recalled the scene of facing the wonton beast that day, the fireball technique?

The book that describes the fire spirit root in memory should be there, right?Mo Xuan walked while thinking about it, and flipped through a few books, and sure enough there was one.

"Fire root...krypton gold...the power of blasting...nine levels of Qi training..."

There is also a method of using the primary fireball technique.

Mo Xuan leaned his head and looked at it for a while, then closed his eyes on a whim to get luck, a wave of spiritual energy erupted upwards from the dantian, and slowly gestated into a ball of flame in the palm of his hand.

Mo Xuan was shocked, "Oh my god!" He threw it away in panic, "Oh no!"

"Bang!" A bookshelf was scattered, and a faint flame was burning on several books.

"Ah——" Mo Xuan rushed over to put out the fire, put on his shoes and began to step on it, and took off his coat to beat it. Fortunately, it was a primary flame, which only affected four books.

However, Mo Xuan was already sweating profusely. He slid on the floor leaning against the bookshelf on the other side, and slowly breathed evenly.

"I... what did I do?" Mo Xuan raised his palm in disbelief, nothing unusual, but there was a flame just now, and he could clearly see that it was a black flame.

Why is it black?Shouldn't it be red?

Of course, this is not the focus of Mo Xuan's attention, the point is. . .

"It's over, it's trouble..." Mo Xuan wailed while covering his face.

In the middle of the night that night, the candlelight in the inner courtyard was always on, and a figure was vaguely seen lying on the table, writing vigorously.

When Anze came back, he went to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion first, but he didn't see Mo Xuan before returning to the inner courtyard.

"Haven't you been there for a few days?" An Ze asked.

At the moment, Mo Xuan is covered in the quilt, only his head is timidly exposed and staring at An Ze. "Ah... yes."

"Why?" Anze approached, feeling that Mo Xuan was acting strangely.

Mo Xuan's paws in the quilt were secretly stuffing the half-copied book into it desperately, saying, "I'm a little tired, so I'll come back to practice."

Anze nodded: "That's right, you need to rest well to maintain your energy. You don't have to rush, you still have to practice step by step."

Mo Xuan quickly nodded in agreement.

"Why are you covered in the quilt?" Anze asked doubtfully.

"Ah? Ah... that..." Mo Xuan rolled his eyes and looked away, and said for a long time: "Brother came back without warning, I... I actually haven't put on any clothes yet."

This reason. . .

An Ze looked at Mo Xuan's flushed face rather strangely, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Okay, then you... clean up first."

Seeing the back of An Ze going out, Mo Xuan let out a long sigh, and lifted the quilt covering his thumping heart.

"What should I do?" Mo Xuan looked at the half-copied book in the quilt, feeling a little headache.

Mo Xuan is very strange these days, An Ze thought so.

I only went to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion once, and kept busy in the room with the door closed, every time Anze knocked on the door and went in, there was nothing unusual.

"By the way, tomorrow is the opening day of the Sutra Pavilion. Disciples from all the courtyards will go there. It's too messy, so you can just practice in the inner courtyard." An Ze said.

"Okay." Mo Xuan nodded obediently.

Anze hesitated for a while and said: "I may... not come back for a few days, something happened, so you take care of yourself."

Mo Xuan said: "Are you going down the mountain again?"

Anze was silent for a moment: "No, I have something to do with myself."

"Oh..." Mo Xuan looked at An Ze with concern, this senior brother always had an aura that didn't match his age.

"If you have something to do, you must go to the master first, and don't be rash." Anze said worriedly: "Master looks unreliable, but it is actually more detailed than you think."

Mo Xuan stuck out his tongue in his heart, senior brother, you don't have to say it. "Oh, I see."

Anze explained a few words and left in a hurry.

Mo Xuan turned around and went back to the room, and took out a stack of papers from under the bed: "Tomorrow is the open day, I must finish copying today and send it back!"

However, things backfired, hand-copying all night, and Mo Xuan finally finished copying four books without even daring to close his eyes.

But the problem now is, Mo Xuan looked at the rising sun outside, how can I send it back now?If it is found that four books have been lost, will it implicate the senior brother?

There are seven floors in the Sutra Pavilion, only the sixth floor is open to disciples, and the seventh floor is the most precious.

During these days in the Sutra Pavilion, Mo Xuan has thoroughly figured out the position and arrangement of every floor, every bookshelf, and it seems that the small window on the south side of the third floor will be opened at noon for ventilation.

At that time, I sneaked in, put down the book and left, it should be fine, right?

Lying on the third floor window, Mo Xuan stared at the disciples who were reading books quietly inside.

The nearest row of bookshelves forms a space at the back because it is close to the corner.And this is enough for Mo Xuan.

The cautious cat was behind the bookshelf, and a disciple happened to pass by with two books in his arms. Mo Xuan lowered his head and pretended to be flipping through the books, walked out slowly, and skillfully turned around several bookshelves.

"It's here." Mo Xuan was overjoyed, and quickly put the book back to its original place.

"Huh~" is fortunately not found missing.

Mo Xuan straightened his clothes and decided to sneak out the same way.

"Brother Xuan?!" Mo Xuan's back stiffened.

"Brother Xuan, you're here too!" Mo Xuan turned around slowly, Bai Qianqian was holding a book and looking at him with a smile, but behind her were a few strange faces.

"Qianqian." Mo Xuan smiled, not knowing what to say.

An Ze said before: "Many people will be dissatisfied with you being admitted into Lingshan by exception, especially now that your magic power is not enough to protect yourself, and, I guess...your life experience will also bring you danger, so, even if If someone shows you kindness, you have to be careful. The people in Lingshan are not as simple as you think, and most of them have the best family backgrounds, so avoid them if you can."

Mo Xuan really wanted to escape incognito at this moment, but what should come will always come.

"This is the junior brother Moxuan that everyone is talking about?" The man who spoke was finely dressed, with a clear face and a smile on his lips, holding a jade paper fan in his hand. His clothes were neat and luxurious, and he looked luxurious.

But even though Mo Xuan is innocent, he can still see the sneer on the side of the smiling mouth and the piercing eyes looking at him.

"I have long admired Meng Ziqiu, the second disciple of Lingshan Mountain."

Mo Xuan quietly took half a step back, nodded slightly: "Hello, Meng...brother."

Bai Qianqian was not in the situation, she thought how humble the two of them were, but she was still happy: "Junior Brother An said that you have been busy with cultivation recently, I am still thinking about when I can see you again."

Mo Xuan secretly called senior brother in his heart, but his face remained calm: "Indeed, I've been busy recently."

"Then today is just right, since it's free time anyway, why don't we go to the sparring stage together later to have a look."

Competition table. . .Mo Xuan thought, how can this be possible? !

"No...forget it, senior brother still has to explain, I have to go back later." Mo Xuan hurriedly found an excuse to shirk.

"Brother said that to make Qianqian sad." Meng Ziqiu said: "Qianqian is always thinking about you, a new junior brother today, and it's hard for everyone to see his dignity. It's not good to not give face to such a small request."

Mo Xuan frowned and cursed in his heart, why is this person targeting him so much?Could it be that I had a festival with my senior brother?

"But..."

"Hey~ What's the matter, brother of the same school, since you are cultivating, why don't you visit other people's skills and trials, isn't that also helpful for your brother's cultivation?" Meng Ziqiu continued, secretly telling others winked.

"That's right, Junior Brother, why don't you lose face to everyone."

"Let's go together, Qianqian has been waiting for a long time."

Mo Xuan couldn't find a reason for being said, and with so many people making a fuss, he really couldn't get away.

Yin Ziyang could see Mo Xuan's embarrassment, but the enthusiasm of the surrounding juniors made him unable to speak for Mo Xuan, so he just quietly warned Meng Ziqiu not to cause trouble.How could Meng Ziqiu let go of such a great opportunity, yesterday a junior said that Anze would be away for a few days, he was thinking about how to get close to Zuixianju, but he never thought that this person would come to his door today.

"Senior brother, the younger brothers also want to get in touch with the disciples of the third elder. They are just watching from the sidelines. Senior brother will definitely not reject everyone's enthusiasm, right?" Meng Ziqiu asked Yin Ziyang with a smile.

Yin Ziyang sighed softly, and said slowly to Mo Xuan: "Let's go together, I will take you back to Zuixianju when the time comes."

Mo Xuan knew that he couldn't avoid it, and when he thought that disciples of the same sect were not allowed to fight privately, he was relieved a little.

"Okay then, let's just accompany Qianqian for a while." Mo Xuan said.

Bai Qianqian was naturally happy, she pulled Mo Xuan and walked out, while telling him anecdotes about the courtyard and how harsh the Great Elder had been to her recently.

Mo Xuan listened absently while nodding and smiling.

Meng Ziqiu waved his fan and followed behind, and nodded his fingers towards the junior disciples behind. They understood and ran out first with evil smiles. Yin Ziyang couldn't help shaking his head, feeling that things might be serious.