Master told me to cultivate demons, what should I do?

"The name is chosen by the elders, you can't do that." Mo Zhu leaned against the door, looking at the two of them.

Seeing him appear, Shuo Yan asked, "Mo Chen is gone? How is the Second Senior Uncle?"

Mo Zhu frowned, and said strangely: "There is no reaction, should there be any reaction?"

Qing Jue clicked: "Let's go and see Uncle Wu! I don't even know what happened to him. I heard that Uncle Wu has locked himself in the room all the time. Nothing will happen, right?"

Pa——Qingyou took the book, patted Qingjue on the head, and said, "Stop talking nonsense, your fifth uncle is fine, what are you talking about, this is it."

Mo Zhu said: "Fourth Martial Uncle."

"What are you talking about?"

"They said that Orange left too." Shuo Yan took the book in Qingyou's hand and said with a smile.

Qingyou said in a daze: "Orange? Is it Mo Chen? Besides, why didn't I hear the second senior brother say that he left?"

"Fourth Master Uncle, you left yesterday, it's normal if you don't know." Qing Jue interposed between the two of them and said.

"Is the second senior brother okay?" Qing You frowned slightly.

Qing Jue shook his head: "It's okay, it's okay, Second Senior Uncle is still as usual."

Qingyou nodded vaguely: "Oh, it seems that Juzi's departure didn't affect the second senior brother!"

"Hey! Fourth Senior Uncle, you can easily make me think that Second Senior Uncle is a cold-blooded and heartless person."

"I didn't say that, it's what you think." Qingyou's spiritual power spread out, and then gathered the transformation form on the other side of Shuo Lan, leaning on Shuo Lan's shoulder.

Mo Zhu said coldly: "It's time for us to find Fifth Martial Uncle."

"Yes, yes, let's go!" Qing Jue got up, jumped to Mo Zhu's side, and stretched out his hand to Shuo Yan, "Let's go, Shuo Xiaoyan."

Shuo Nian got up, grabbed Qing Jue's outstretched hand, and muttered, "What's Shuo Xiao Nian's name?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter what you call me, as long as you remember that I'm calling you, isn't that right, Brother Mo Zhu?" Qing Jue asked Mo Zhu beside him.

Mo Zhu said: "Extremely boring."

In fact, I, Qing Jue, originally planned to give Mo Zhu up, but it's a pity that I was educated by Mo Zhu from the beginning, so I didn't dare.

Mo Feng:

"Uncle Fifth, we're here to see you!" Qing Jue knocked on Qing Ning's door and shouted.

Bang—the door made a muffled sound, as if something was hitting the door, and then that thing also fell to the ground.

Then came Qingning's hoarse voice: "I said it all, I don't see anyone now, so don't bother me."

Shuo Nan and Mo Zhu looked at each other, and frowned, Shuo Nan summoned a poisonous butterfly, let it in and opened the door.

"Use indiscriminately." Standing beside Shuo Yan, Qingyou said leisurely.

"What Master said is true." Shuo Yan echoed.

The poisonous butterfly flew in and out, Qingjue pushed open the door, looked at the teacup left by the door, and finally understood what it was just now.

"Junior brother?" Qingyou walked in one step ahead of them.

Shuo Lan and Mo Zhu entered the room together, there was nothing strange about the room, it was exactly the same as when Shuo Lan left, yes, it was the same as Shuo Lan after leaving a few days ago.

The desk was in a mess, the ink had dried up, and the calligraphy was thrown in front of the desk.And Qing Ning fell down in front of the couch beside him, with his hair hanging down in front, making it hard to see his appearance clearly. The clothes on his body were stained with large and small flowers by ink, and he held a hairpin tightly in his right hand.

"Junior brother..." Qingyou crouched in front of Qingning.

Qing Ning moved, stretched out her arms to hug Qing You, choked up and said: "Brother, Cheng Zi really left and won't come back, he doesn't want me as a master anymore..."

"No, Chengzi didn't want you!" Qingyou hugged Qingning back and said.

"Brother, brother, Cheng Zi, I want Cheng Zi..." Qing Ning was acting like a child, begging the elders for something, and it had to be that thing.

"Do you want to eat? Are you hungry?" Qingyou asked intentionally.

Qingning shook her head: "No, I don't want it, I want oranges."

"..." Qingyou fell silent.

"An Ning Xi, calm down." A moment later, Qing You grabbed Qing Ning's shoulders with both hands, forced Qing Ning to look at him, and said in a strict voice: "Be sober, okay?"

Qingyou looked at Qingning with a haggard face, and said word by word: "You are no longer the person who relied on others casually, you are now the leader of a peak, what should you do with Mo Feng like you? What about those disciples?"

"It's all me. It must be because I always only care about Mo Feng's affairs. It must be like this. It's because I only care about Mo Feng. I don't take care of myself, so I always make Chengzi worry. Therefore, he must be disappointed. Isn't that right?" Qing Ning raised her head, there were some wet tears on her face, her face was haggard, and her eyes were dark and blue, which should be the reason why she didn't sleep.

"Disappointed..." Hearing this word, Qingyou lost her mind for a moment, but was pulled back by Qingning's words.

Qing Ning frowned and said, "Brother, he must have had enough of me, a master who only caused trouble for him."

"Impossible! How is something like Uncle Fifth possible? Cheng Zi..." Qing Jue ran up to Qing Ning, and talked a lot until Mo Zhu couldn't help but slapped him on the head On, he stopped.

"What are you doing? Brother Mo Zhu, why did you hit me?" Qing Jue looked at him innocently with tears in his eyes.

Mo Zhu frowned, glanced at Qingning who had almost recovered, and sighed, "Headache."

"Okay then!" Qing Jue rubbed his head aggrievedly, and stood aside with Shuo Yan obediently.

Qingyou said: "Zijin."

Shuo understood, and ordered Du Die to clean up the room.

"Get up!" Qingyou straightened Qingning's messy hair, and stretched out her hand to pull him up.

"Fifth Master Uncle, what is that in your hand?" Shuo Ning glanced at the hairpin in Qingning's hand and asked, he seemed to have seen Chen Chen buy it when he was eight years old, probably!

Qing Ning clenched the hairpin in her hand, and said with a smile: "Cheng Zi bought it for me during my first practice, and he said it would be better to comb my hair up."

Qing Jue murmured in a low voice: "My mother's heart."

After returning to Purple Bamboo Peak, Mo Zhu stayed, Qing Jue saw that Mo Zhu stayed, so he also stayed.

"I said, what are you guys trying to do? Refuge?" Shuo Yan, as the current owner of Zizhu Peak, was dragged into the guest room by Qing Jue to sleep with them.

Sitting on the couch, Qing Jue gave him a strange look: "How is it possible? Even if my master is not the most gentle in Qing Xuanzong, it is impossible for me to have such thoughts!"

Mo Zhu nodded.

Shuo Yan sneered: "Really? Then why are you still afraid of the third uncle?"

"..." Suddenly, Qing stopped talking.

Mo Zhu thought for a while and said, "I have a reason."

Qing Jue said decadently: "Brother, what is the reason?"

Shuo Yan raised his eyebrows, looking like he was enjoying the show.

"I'm leaving."

"!!!"

"Senior Brother Mo Zhu, what joke are you talking about? Are you expressing your feelings? Is this the time to say such things?" Qing Jue jumped up from the couch, ran to Mo Zhu, and shouted.

Shuo Nan frowned, but he didn't think Mo Zhu was the kind of person who liked to joke.

Mo Zhu was startled by his reaction, he was taken aback and said: "I don't like joking."

Qing Jue put his hands on his hips, with an unreasonable look, he said to Mo Zhu: "It's one thing not to like it, but another thing if you can't drive it, so why are you telling us?"

Mo Zhu felt a bit of a headache from being quarreled by him and held his forehead: "Anyway, you guys will know sooner or later."

"What are you talking about? You should know sooner or later, not now! Orange just left not long ago!" Qing Jue saw Mo Zhu's cold expression, as if he didn't listen to his words at all.

Turning around, he said to Shuo Nan, "Shuo Xiaoyan, Brother Mo Zhu is a bully."

Shuo Yan praised Mo Zhu, "Well done."

Mo Zhu nodded: "No thanks."

"You, you two, am I the only one feeling sad here?" Qing was not satisfied, and then asked on second thoughts: "Senior brother Mo Zhu, you don't mean to hide it from the uncle, do you?"

"Not obvious?" Mo Zhu asked back.

"Obviously." Shuo Yan continued.

"It's too much, it's too much, why is there still our business?" Qing Jue seemed to understand something, pointing to Mo Zhu and said: "Conspiracy! If the uncle asks, we are finished, you did it on purpose."

"Get lost!" Mo Zhu picked up the teacup beside him and threw it towards Qing Jue.

"If you didn't want to stay, what else would you do?" Shuo Yan asked.

Qing Jue dodges, Shuo Yan behind Qing Jue raises his eyes slightly, and the poisonous butterfly next to him catches the teacup and puts it in Shuo Nan's hand.

Qing Jue immediately shut his mouth when he heard Mo Zhu's multi-word speech.

"So..." Shuo Yan twitched the corners of his mouth, and said again: "Is there something to do with me again?"

Mo Zhu shook his head: "No, I left a note. From Master's point of view, I have left now."

Shuo Yan: "Yeah."

The next day, Shuo Yan was woken up by Qing Jue's voice. Shuo Yan rubbed his eyes, sat up from the bed, and was suddenly hugged by Qing Jue.

"Woooooo...Senior Brother Mo Zhu has left too." Qing Jue's voice echoed in his ears, Shuo Nian felt it, and Qing Jue cried.

Probably because of Qing Jue's influence, Shuo Yan's heart was also infected with a little sadness.

"It's okay, I'll see you again." This was probably the first time Shuo Yan wanted to comfort someone sincerely!

"They're all gone, they're all gone, they're all gone..."

The leaves in the courtyard fell to the ground, as if the people who left, probably... never see them again!

"Then I'll take him away first." Qingqi was found by Qingyou, and took away the crying Qingjue.

"Zijin, how do you feel?"

"Master, you are awake. What is Master asking?" Shuo asked.

Qingyou smiled: "Of course it's because of them leaving."

"I don't feel anything."

"Although, as a teacher, I don't want to see you cry. But this time is an exception!" Qingyou stretched out her arms to hug Shuo Yan, and said softly.

"So that's how it is..." So this is sadness?Shuo Nian hugs Qingyou back, with a silver tear streak on his face.