you let go

During the days when Yan Qingshi was not at Wan Jianfeng, Mu Shuning's life was quite relaxed, and there was nothing else to do except fiddling with Xinyi every day.No one bothers you on Wanjian Peak, sometimes you set up a fire to study the knack of barbecue, sometimes you go to the hot springs in the back mountain to splash around, in short, there is never a moment to practice the business that Yan Qing told him.

It's a pity that Xieyi really didn't give face, every time Mu Shuning played a tune that was ridiculous and ugly.

After a few days like this, it was the day when Yan Qingshi came back from the Heavenly Daoist.Recently, the realm of comprehension has been peaceful, and the demon world is afraid of Yan Qingshi's existence and dare not invade at will, so the meeting of the Tiandao group is a disguised form of the members of the Tiandao group chatting together, gathering, chatting about their own experiences, and few discussing serious matters.

However, this does not mean that they have a vegetarian diet. You must know that the members of Tiandao are all the people who are at the top of the cultivation world.Although they are so relaxed on the surface, they are actually more refined than monkeys in their hearts.

Therefore, Yan Qingshi will not be entangled in official duties.

Mu Shuning's childhood was so moist that she forgot the day when Yan Qingshi returned to the back of her head.

Therefore, when Yan Qing followed the sound of the piano with a cold face and pushed open the door of Mu Shuning's room, Mu Shuning was startled, the child was crying, and the unpleasant piano sound like a sick prisoner weeping blood stopped abruptly.

Yan Qingshi: "..."

Mu Shuning was terrified, and hurriedly stood up: "Master, why are you... not... are things going well in the heavens?"

Mu Shuning originally wanted to ask Yan Qingshi why he came back today, but after thinking about it in his mind, he just came back today, so he hurriedly changed his words and asked what Yan Qingshi liked to hear.

Yan Qingshi's whole body let out a cold air, looked at him without saying a word.

Mu Shuning had no idea, Yan Qingshi was undoubtedly intimidating at this time, Mu Shuning didn't dare to do anything wrong, so he could only lower his head and roll his eyelids up, secretly looking at him, a teacher who could scare people to death when he was angry. respect.

I don't know how long the master and apprentice have been deadlocked, but it was Yan Qingshi who restrained his extroverted aura first, and asked, "Have you subdued Xieyi?"

Mu Shuning was taken aback, and was about to speak, but Yan Qingshi, who was a little anxious, seemed to have been poked into his heart.

Yan Qingshi's tone was a bit more serious, and he said quickly: "Qin Yuxing, you didn't take a single word of it to heart as a teacher? Xieyi is a magic piano, a piano that can make people go crazy, and can only grow with the master's mind and spiritual power as nourishment. , your current strength is not enough to control it, so you think your life is too long?"

For a moment, Mu Shuning began to continue Yan Qingshi's words somehow.At this moment, Yan Qingshi was angry when he saw it, his eyes suddenly felt cold, and he wished to dig out Mu Shuning's brain to relieve his hatred.

Mu Shuning knelt down with a thud, and said, "Master, calm down. This disciple definitely did not take Master's words to heart. This disciple was just curious and couldn't hold back, so he played it. For other matters, this disciple respects Master's words." Your honor told me, I didn’t even think about it.”

After venting just now, Yan Qingshi finally calmed down, he regretted his impulsiveness just now.

He glanced around, and saw that Mu Shuning's spiritual power was flowing smoothly around his body, without any sense of stagnation, and his mind was clear, as if he was controlled by Xinyi. Not so scary anymore.

Mu Shuning's face softened when he saw Yan Qing, knowing that the catastrophe just now was over, but at the same time he felt that Yan Qing was a little abnormal.

Logically speaking, if Yan Qing returned to Wan Jianfeng and heard such an unpleasant piano sound, shouldn't he just throw himself out?Why do I still remember to care about whether he has subdued Xieyi.

Mu Shuning said sincerely: "The disciple will never dare to disobey the order of the master."

Yan Qingshi's face softened a little after hearing these words, and he walked over suddenly, pinching Mu Shuning's pulse with one hand, and only after he was sure that Mu Shuning's pulse was normal did he let go, and said, "Follow me. Come."

Mu Shuning stood up and followed Yan Qingshi out without saying a word.I don't know if it was his illusion just now, he seemed to feel that Yan Qingshi's hand was trembling slightly when it touched his pulse, as if something happened that made Yan Qingshi afraid.

Thinking of this, Mu Shuning smiled self-deprecatingly: "How can there be anything in this world that can scare my master."

Mu Shuning thought that Yan Qingshi would take him to the study, but Yan Qingshi stood in the yard and waved at him.

Mu Shuning hurried over and stopped three or four steps away from Yan Qingshi.

I saw Yan Qingshi took out a dagger and threw it at him from the air.

Mu Shuning suddenly raised his hand to take it, and when he held it in his hand, he pulled the sword out of its sheath before starting to look at it carefully.

The short sword is very light and thin, and the blade is as clear as water. Looking at it under the sunlight, the blade reflects a faint red color.Mu Shuning took a rough look at it, and was surprised that it was a low-grade magic weapon.

Mu Shuning looked up and found that Yan Qingshi had been looking at him indifferently.

"Master, this is?"

"The lord of Lancang Palace has a useless self-defense thing lying around," Yan Qing said without raising his eyelids, "idling is idle, thinking that you have never had a weapon at your fingertips, so I begged for it for you as a teacher."

Where did it come from begging, it was obviously forged by Yan Qingshi who spent five long nights in the Heavenly Daoists.He has to organize meetings during the day and sharpen the sword at night. Although a cultivator can sleep without sleep after bigu, it is exhausting to keep spinning for five consecutive days.

Mu Shuning didn't think much about it, and waved the dagger in his hand, feeling quite comfortable.

Yan Qing said: "Pour spiritual power into the dagger."

Mu Shuning did as he did, and when his spiritual power was poured into the dagger, he suddenly felt that his spiritual power was wrapped by a rather gentle force, guiding his small ray of spiritual power to flow on the dagger. It seems that this sword has been waiting for a long time, waiting for Mu Shuning, its long-established master, to take it away.

In an instant, the shiny crimson light enveloped the entire body of the sword. The dagger seemed to be juggling, and the whole body suddenly grew up, becoming fully the size of a normal long sword. The breeze rustled, cutting iron like mud.

Mu Shuning was surprised. When he drew out his spiritual power, the dagger's luster also dimmed, and it returned to its original size.

Mu Shuning was puzzled: "What is this...?" What he wanted to ask was how could the weapon of the Lancang Palace Mistress accept his spiritual power so unsuspectingly, and almost at the moment when his spiritual power entered it? I recognized the Lord, but after thinking about it, I felt that I was too good-looking to ask such a question.

Yan Qingshi sensed his doubts, and said: "This weapon is like this. It has a gentle temperament and will not reject external forces. The palace master has a water-binding silk, so naturally he will not subdue this short sword. You give it Come up with a name."

Mu Shuning thought for a while, then said, "It's so arrogant to gallop to the north, and sing until the south wind dies down, so gallop."

At this moment, Mu Shuning felt wild and unrestrained in his heart. He was reborn once again, and felt as if he had everything in his hands. As long as he was given time, he would be invincible.He was bullied in the last life, and he will do it all over again in this life, so that no one in this world dares to bully him and humiliate him again.Therefore, even naming his own saber has a conceited meaning.

So much so that when he recalled this scene in the future, he could only wish to stuff this defiant self back into his already cold body.

As soon as the words fell, Yan Qingshi's eyes fell on Mu Shuning, and he said after a long time: "I just hope you don't let it live up to this name."

"The disciple will definitely not let this name be humiliated here."

Yan Qingshi raised his hand and directly opened the Illusion Realm, and said in a deep voice: "The sixth form of "Blazing Fire Jue", let me have a look."

Mu Shuning poured his spiritual power into Chi Ge in an instant, and his whole body was like a sword drawn out of its sheath, hard to hide its sharpness.

Looking at Mu Shuning's state, Yan Qing frowned slightly.

As soon as Chi Ge came into contact with the spiritual power, he burst into flames instantly, the sword was shining brightly, and the blade was thin and translucent, making no one doubt its power at all.

"Blazing Fire Jue" has a total of nine forms, the more difficult it is to learn as it goes on, and the natural power becomes stronger and stronger. In the last life, Mu Shuning only learned the seventh form, and before the eighth form could be broken through in the future, he was rejected. Drive out of Jingqiong Mountain.

The power of the sixth form was already quite great, the blade of the sword that had turned red was wrapped in raging flames, roaring and attacking Yan Qingshi.

Mu Shuning didn't use his full strength, and there was no need to use his full strength. Yan Qingshi was a peak that he could never surpass.

After this competition, Yan Qingshi glanced at Mu Shuning indifferently, and didn't say a single comment, only asking him to come back tomorrow.

Mu Shuning nodded in agreement.

For several days in succession, Mu Shuning went to Yan Qingshi's place on time. Yan Qingshi would compete with him every time, and Mu Shuning didn't shirk it. .

On this day, Yan Qingshi frowned and finally called out.

Mu Shuning's eyes were faintly red, but it disappeared after Yan Qingshi called to stop.

Yan Qing said: "Qin Yuxing, do you know what our cultivators are cultivating?"

Mu Shuning had been indoctrinated with the idea of ​​self-cultivation as a way of cultivating the mind since she was a child. After listening to it too much, her ears got tired of it. When Yan Qingshi asked her this abruptly, she felt agitated. On the surface, she replied respectfully, "It's for cultivating the mind."

Yan Qingshi continued: "The life of a practitioner is as long as the heaven and the earth. Apart from the laws of heaven, the only thing that can restrain a practitioner is the heart."

Mu Shuning didn't know why, but always felt that Yan Qingshi's preaching was a bit unpleasant.

"Since the Jingqiongshan School was established, there have been the eight-character admonitions of 'self-humility, self-discipline, self-examination, and self-encouragement'. Restraining oneself and helping others is the original heart of Taoism."

"Yu Xing, you are not enough."

These six words, like a fire, ignited Mu Shuning. He felt his heart burning hotly, and inexplicably, there was a voice of refutation in his heart. When he tried his best to refute Yan Qing's words .

"My talent is higher than ordinary people. Those stupid horoscopes and admonitions are just ordinary people's excuses for their own low strength. I am better than them. How can I use these ridiculous tricks?" Of course , Mu Shuning only shouted these words in his heart, but didn't say them out.

So much so that Mu Shuning didn't notice how terrifying his expression was now.He gritted his teeth tightly, and when he stared blankly at Yan Qing, the bloodshot eyes burst out, which was terrifying, and the blue veins on his forehead also appeared, completely opposite to his usual gentle and humble appearance.

The author has something to say:

The second volume starts at Chapter 37, and there will be a long and not short Memories. In Memories, the master and apprentice are very sweet, and they will also explain the whole story of what happened. It is about tens of thousands of words. I hope all readers can read it patiently _(:з」∠)_After the memory kill, all kinds of things will be very clear.