Master of time travel

Yun Ling didn't know how long she squatted that day, until the last child who was reluctant to part was scolded by the adults and dragged home.The most diligent bun shop guy looked at the deserted street, yawned, frowned, threw away the cold and hard buns, and closed the shop.Yun Lingcai leaned on the wall, slowly stood up with her already numb and almost unconscious legs, limped to the street where no one was around, picked up the hardened bun and ate it voraciously.

Yun Ling has never received a gift, but the person in front of her said that she would give her a sword and a gift.

Some people like to show their feelings outside to let everyone know how they feel, while others are used to hiding their feelings so deeply that no one can really know what she is thinking.Yun Ling is the latter type. Even though there are huge waves in her heart, she is still calm on the surface, making people wonder what she is thinking.

"If you put a drop of blood on it, the sword will recognize you as its owner." Mo Yun reminded the girl who had gone somewhere before her eyes.

"Yeah." The girl bit her index finger and wanted to drip blood on the sword, but the originally quiet Qingming sword suddenly backed away and flew back behind Mo Yun.Yun Ling was stunned, and looked up at Mo Yun in puzzlement.

Mo Yun was also taken aback by Qing Mingjian's actions, but when he realized it, he was furious.Being gentle, upright, kind and beautiful as the suzerain master of Yunhuang Sect, it is not easy to get angry in front of the girl, so he could only yell: "Go!" Qing Mingjian, who was hiding behind Mo Yun, was startled by Mo Yun's voice, He poked Mo Yun's back with the hilt of his sword but still refused to come out.

Mo Yun gritted her teeth angrily, doesn't she know what this sword is thinking?In the world of comprehension, there are not only monks divided into classes, but also weapons.

The monks are divided into foundation building, consecration, fusion, heartbeat, golden elixir, Yuanying, distraction, out of the body, fusion, Mahayana, and finally cross the catastrophe to become a fairy and live the same life as the world.

The monk's weapons are divided into original weapon, spiritual weapon, sacred weapon, horcrux and divine weapon.Ordinary monks mostly use spiritual weapons, and some higher-level monks or a few family members have higher-grade holy weapons.There are very few Horcruxes. Horcruxes have opened up their spiritual intelligence because of the sword spirit, but most of them have an IQ equivalent to that of a child of a few years old. Only after signing a contract with a monk can they improve their spiritual intelligence with the cultivation of the monk. .

As for the divine weapon, it is only a rumored weapon, and no one has ever actually seen it.

The Qingming sword that Mo Yun gave to Yun Ling was a top-quality Horcrux, and this sword was refined by Yun Hui, the original owner of Mo Yun's body.After following the original owner for hundreds of years, he had already determined that Mo Yun's present body was its owner, so how could it be willing to recognize a little boy who didn't even have a golden core as his master.

"It's not over soon." Mo Yun, who restrained his anger, said it was extremely gentle, but it made the sword hiding behind Mo Yunsheng tremble a few times.I saw the Qingming Sword quickly rushing out from behind Mo Yun, and then stopped in front of Mo Yun, thinking that he wanted to fight for it again, but after seeing the murderous smile on Mo Yun's face, he slowly moved towards the cloud not far away. Spirit flies away.Although it was only a few steps away, it flew abruptly for a long time.

Mo Yun felt as if he saw a sad face that looked back three times, and he accidentally had the illusion that he might be a stepmother.But if you think about it carefully, she is indeed a stepmother, this sword was forged by the original owner and not by her, right?Speaking of which, she was also quite strange, the original owner obviously had a Cangming sword, why did he need to refine a Qingming sword?And carry it with you every day.

But the original owner didn't know where he went now, so Mo Yun couldn't ask.As for asking other people, it is even more impossible. Isn't that asking for trouble?Since it's useless to keep it for yourself, it's better to give it to those who need it, so Mo Yun, who has always taken it as his duty to help others, decisively gave it to Yunling.

Qing Mingjian finally stopped quietly in front of Yunling, and did not make any other movements until Yunling dripped the blood on it.

The bright red blood drops covered the sword body along the lines on the Qing Ming sword, and then gradually became lighter and disappeared.

The Qing Ming Sword that had absorbed the blood glowed weakly, then shook violently, and finally calmed down as if nothing had happened.

But Yun Ling knew something was different, she could feel the connection between herself and Qing Mingjian, and now she could understand why Qing Mingjian acted as before.

......Because she is too weak!

Seeing the girl's serious face, Mo Yun said clearly: "Your cultivation base is too low now, and you can't fully control the Qingming sword, but you will be easily retaliated. When you improve your cultivation base in the future, you will naturally be able to use it with ease."

Yun Ling raised her head, and her black eyes were full of tenacity: "Yun Ling will definitely not let the suzerain down."

Yun Ling's reaction was beyond Mo Yun's expectation. After all, he was so cautious when he saw himself before, and he didn't even dare to look at him, but now he seemed to be a different person.But Mo Yun was soon relieved, because of the tenacity and honesty in the girl's eyes, isn't this kind of change exactly what she hoped for.

"Well, you must be very tired today, go back and rest." Now that Qing Mingjian has successfully recognized the master, Mo Yun has no reason not to stay any longer, and he turns and leaves after speaking.

The girl who stayed alone held the sword in her hand tightly, and whispered softly: "I will definitely not let you down."

In the following half a month, Yunling went out every day before Lai Yue woke up, and every night in Lai Yue she would tirelessly ask "Are you crazy?" "Are you really dying?" Even the gods can't save you!" He fell into a coma while muttering.

Standing by the bed, Lai Yue, who bulged her baby's fat face into a bun, had no choice but to give up after all, and appointed her to take out a box of ointment and carefully apply the medicine to the bruised Yun Ling.

One month is fleeting, and this competition for the new disciples of the Yunhuangzong can be said to be the most solemn event in the Yunhuangzong's century. All the important figures of the seven major schools and the four major families gathered in the Yunhuangzong.

After all, this is the day when Yunhuang Sect's suzerain publicly accepts disciples. Anyone in the cultivation world wants to see what the final result will be.

In order to show the fairness of the competition, all Yunhuangzong disciples who participated in the competition decided their opponents by drawing lots, and the winner entered the next round of competition until the last person left.

In the stands, Jian Ming stood beside Mo Yun, dressed in blue, and said, "Today, you can try your best to show your strength, but remember not to be aggressive and hurt your fellowship."

The martial arts arena is very large, and the place that can accommodate ten thousand people is naturally impossible to be small, but Jian Ming's voice echoed clearly in everyone's ears, as if they were standing not far away.The rookie disciples in the audience didn't care, some were just eager to try the upcoming competition.But the people from the seven clans and four clans in the stands couldn't help but look sideways. What Jian Ming did just now seemed ordinary, but they knew it was not.

The cultivation bases of the people present are different. Jianming can clearly convey the words to everyone's ears without hurting anyone. It is only the profound cultivation that can achieve such a level in such a huge martial arts arena. It is far from enough, it needs perfect and exquisite control.

The eyes they looked at Jian Ming couldn't help becoming more meaningful - the youngest elder of the Yunhuang Sect really lived up to his name.

When the stands became quiet again, Jian Ming turned around and asked Mo Yun respectfully, "Sect Master, can we start the competition now?"

Mo Yun nodded: "Yes."

"Yes." After saluting, Jianming turned to face the audience and said, "The competition begins now!"

The bell rang, and the Yunhuang Sect disciple who was in charge of the judgment stood at the side of the competition stage with a serious expression and watched the situation on the competition stage.

The disciples in charge of judgment are generally seniors with higher cultivation bases. What they have to do is not only to decide whether to win or lose, but more importantly, to prevent someone from using some insidious tricks in order to win.Once someone is found to violate the rules of the competition, they will be disqualified from the competition at least, or expelled from the Yunhuang Sect, and once they are expelled from the Yunhuang Sect, it means that other sects will not accept such a person.

Half a day passed, and the doctors of Yunhuangzong were very busy, because people kept getting knocked off the stage and lost their qualifications.Although the injuries of the dismissed disciples were not life-threatening, most of them had bruised noses and swollen faces and kept moaning, so some minor treatment was still needed.

Soon there were only eight people left in a thousand people, and it would not be too bad for these eight people to win out of a thousand people.Therefore, the remaining eight can be regarded as the best of this year's new disciples to some extent. Naturally, the competition on the field is much more intense than before, and it takes much longer than before.

Although it was stated that it was just a routine rookie sparring, everyone knew it was more than that.As long as you show extraordinary cultivation and aptitude in the competition, you may be accepted as a disciple by the elders of Yunhuangzong. Even if you are not an elder, you will be an excellent senior brother and sister. Well done to the outer disciples.

The Yunhuang Sect accepts disciples every three years, thousands of people each time, very few can become inner disciples, and even fewer can become elder disciples, so everyone is working hard on this rare opportunity Go all out.

On the competition stage, a girl in colorful clothes is competing with a handsome young man. The girl in colorful clothes is smiling, and her posture is as gorgeous as dancing.But the handsome young man could only hold on, without any strength to fight back.

It can be said that there is no suspense in the competition, and the outcome is only a matter of time.

Off the court, Lai Yue bumped Yun Ling with her elbow, and said in a low voice, "You said that this Fu Qing Wu is going too far. It can be solved quickly, but I want to show off myself."