After becoming the paranoid sword spirit

"Let me keep my voice down, what kind of person are you to dare to talk to me like that, do you know who my grandfather is?" The man sneered triumphantly, looking in Gu Qingyun's direction, as if he saw an ant with contempt.

The servant who was kicked to the ground immediately took over the man's words and said, "Do you know who my young master is? He is Mo Feiyuan, the grandson of Elder Mo in Qingyang Peak. Do you understand how honorable he is?"

When he looked at the man who kicked him down, he showed a respectful expression, but when he glanced in Gu Qingyun's direction, he showed contempt.

Gu Qingyun looked at the scene in front of him with interest. He originally thought that the thin-skinned and tender servant was threatened, but judging from the current situation, he probably did it voluntarily and could no longer be voluntary.

Elder Mo?

Who is Elder Mo?

Why does this name feel a bit familiar.

While Gu Qingyun was thinking about who this person was, the man named Mo Feiyuan had already pulled back the curtain in front of him with an arrogant expression.

"Shut up, why, I was scared by my young master? People like you hiss—"

His eyes suddenly lit up.

The person in front of him can be described as enchanting and charming, jealous and smiling, long-haired Dongjun, white clothes and black hair, which adds to the beauty of desire and indifference.

He just sat there, motionless, with infinite amorous feelings.

Gu Qingyun didn't know what was going on in the other person's mind, but he was slightly puzzled why this person stopped talking halfway through.

He wouldn't be so naive that Mo Feiyuan suddenly realized that this attitude was wrong, and changed his temper in a short period of time, so he raised his eyes and said, "What's wrong with a person like me?"

This casual raising of eyes, in Mo Feiyuan's eyes, is simply charming, the blend of desire and coldness makes the whole body hot, and the lower body tightens involuntarily.

He has been familiar with "certain" strange skills since he was a child, and the beauty in his arms has never lasted for more than half a month, but since his grandfather asked him to participate in this teacher apprentice meeting, all he looks at all day and night is These two people, he used to think that the looks of these two people were acceptable, but now he has this fixed face in his arms every day, no matter how good the color is, he has long been tired of it.

He hadn't seen such a beautiful beauty for a long time, no, this one was more beautiful than all the beauties he had ever seen.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and lust/lust flashed in his eyes: "Beauty, what's your name?"

The first time Gu Qingyun heard this person call him "beauty", he trembled all over, an indescribable greasy feeling flooded his heart, he held back the strange feeling in his throat, and said calmly: "My name is Gu Qingyun, from now on we will live together Here, hopefully, if we can, we can be non-interfering."

"Non-interference? This is so strange. I have always been very patient with beauties, and I will definitely respect you."

To ravage/ravage you.

There was a smile on his lips that he thought he was most satisfied with. On weekdays, when he went to Yunhuan Building, the beauties there threw themselves into his arms when they saw his smile, praising him for being graceful and domineering.

Gu Qingyun didn't understand why this person's attitude suddenly improved, but since the other party could not interfere with each other, there was no need for him to keep entangled in the matter just now.

It's just that Mo Feiyuan's eyes made him feel like he was being stared at by some kind of greasy animal, which made Gu Qingyun slightly uncomfortable, and the two servants following him were staring at him with jealousy, which made him even more baffled .

A good night's dream.

Gu Qingyun woke up at Yinshi. There was only a little light in the sky outside, and the moon was still hanging in the sky. He saw the person on the other bed in the room still sleeping soundly. On the couch, Gu Qingyun picked up the sword that the Xuantian Sect provided for each disciple, and went directly to the Sword Martial Hall.

He wants to get the Cyan Frost Sword more than ever!

Most of the Xuantian Sect focuses on sword cultivation, so this time the master apprentice meeting may eventually use sword competition as the final exam question, and No. 1 will be Ji Shubai's disciple and have the Qingshuang Sword.

Although he also heard some gossip, such as Ling Xuzun accepting disciples because of his eyes.

Gu Qingyun suspected that this kind of gossip was spread by people with ulterior motives, just to inert the mentality of the disciples who participated in the apprenticeship meeting this time.

The stone tablet outside the Sword Martial Hall has the basic swordsmanship and formulas of the Xuantian Sect. Gu Qingyun took a sword flower and began to practice against the swordsmanship above.

Foot courtyard.

"My lord, this man doesn't have many things on him. I only found a few clothes and hundreds of spirit stones."

Looking at these few things, Mo Feiyuan thought of his own wealth, and said proudly, "Is there anything else?"

"From what I heard outside, Gu Qingyun seems to have some relationship with Wuming Peak."

Nameless Peak?

When Mo Feiyuan heard the name suddenly, his brows twitched, and he pondered: "Wu Mingfeng... If it is related, why is there not even a Taoist boy? Could this be just a lie he made up?"

He lay on Gu Qingyun's bed, buried his head in the pillow, took a deep breath, and said with a lewd/evil smile on his face: "I'm almost suffocating these days, does it matter? As long as there is a little relationship these days , They all say that it is related, as for how much it is related to and who is related to it, it is a big difference."

He sneered: "Anyway, let's be more cautious this time and not force it. Do you still have the medicine from last time?"

Gu Qingyun found that he was extremely familiar with the sword technique on the stone tablet. Obviously this was the first time he had seen this sword technique, but he felt like he was integrated with this sword technique after practicing, obviously he hadn't practiced to the next level yet. move, but the body has already perfectly completed the next move by instinct.

Jiang Yansheng said that the reason for this may be that Ling Xuzun used to be a disciple of the Xuantian sect, and he used the Qingshuang Sword before becoming famous. Even though he didn't use Qingshuang later, as a sword spirit, he still remembered The feeling that used to be.

But his remarks are just his own speculation. After all, after Gu Qingyun became conscious, Ji Shubai had never used a sword, so Gu Qingyun could only sigh with emotion that he was very talented, and he knew everything.

Gu Qingyun practiced sword for a whole day without taking a break, his entire back was soaked in sweat. When it was time for dinner, he saw the clear food with little water in the cafeteria, and instantly lost his appetite for another three or four minutes.

Jiang Yansheng's expression remained normal after eating these meals, which was a bit of a surprise to Gu Qingyun. He thought that a child from a family like Jiang Yansheng should be very picky, but he didn't expect to not care about what he ate.

Thinking that the other party still bears a family feud, Gu Qingyun sat beside Jiang Yansheng, ate two mouthfuls of food, and sighed: Perhaps it is hatred that makes people grow.

"Young Master Gu, you sweated a lot today." Jiang Yansheng heard what kind of people lived in the other party's room, and picked up the saber in his hand: "Why don't you come to my room to clean it?"

Gu Qingyun nodded in agreement.

For some reason, when he saw the look in Mo Feiyuan's eyes, he felt a weird feeling of hair all over his body.

After cleaning, Gu Qingyun returned to his residence.

Jiang Yansheng also practiced sword for a day, and was sweating profusely, planning to take a bath.

As soon as his fingers touched the slightly scalding water, a question suddenly occurred to him: Can Sword Spirit sweat?

When Gu Qingyun opened the door of the room, he smelled a strange and alluring aroma of food.

Braised chicken, roast duck, chicken feet, spicy chicken, sweet and sour pork ribs, mouthwatering chicken, osmanthus cake.

Mo Feiyuan pulled him back enthusiastically, poured a glass of wine into his bowl and said, "Qingyun, since we live under the same roof, we should help each other, don't you think?"

When Gu Qingyun heard such an intimate address as "Qingyun", his whole body trembled with disgust, but when he saw the dishes on the table, he didn't remember what Mo Feiyuan said afterwards.

The two thin-skinned and tender servants on the side smiled darkly, walked out of the door deliberately, and closed the door.

This night, no matter what happens, this door will not be opened.

Lightly lit by candlelight, these delicacies are even more attractive in the yellowish light.

Mo Feiyuan put the poured wine glass in Gu Qingyun's hand and said, "Since we are helping each other, come, let's have a drink!