Master is also running away from marriage today

When Mu Ling got up, he saw the child rinsing his mouth, and spit it out with Xianmen's mouth-clearing fruit, which would naturally remove the dirt in his mouth.

The child's movements didn't look unfamiliar at all, and it can be inferred that she was used to doing it before she lost her memory.

And Qingkouguo is not something ordinary people can afford...

Mu Ling secretly remembered this detail.

"Morning!" The child seemed to be extremely sensitive to the outside world. When he noticed Mu Ling's gaze, he looked over. Mu Ling smiled and stretched out her hand: "Shall we go down the mountain together?"

The child seemed to be a little moved, and took two steps forward. Then, he didn't know what to think of, and retracted his stepped foot, shaking his head.

Mu Ling didn't force it, and took a picture of the child with the photo stone, and then went down the Qingbo Peak against the wind.

At this time the sun has just risen, and Mu Ling Yufeng's speed is not fast. When going down the mountain, you can see the new disciples who are training outside the inner sect. The new disciples are all concentrating on training. Clear who is who.

This time Mu Ling went to meet Zhao Yunshi, the head of the Qingyi Sect.

Different from Mu Ling's appearance, which is pure and elegant, Zhao Yunshi's facial features are gorgeous, and she has a face of a charming beauty, but it's a pity that she is unsmiling and a frightening cultivator.

Zhao Yunshi retreats all the year round. To see her, she needs to pass on the paper crane. The paper crane outside the Qianqiu Pavilion where the head of the sect lives is pinched by Zhao Yunshi herself.

"Master Mu is really a rare guest!" Zhihe greeted Mu Ling with a soft female voice, turned around and flew into the pavilion, and flew out again after a while: "Master Mu, follow me."

Mu Ling took a deep breath and followed behind Zhihe. Every time she saw Zhao Yunshi, she felt a little apprehensive, but it was as if the teacher favored the students who were good at studying. , it was a rare kindness for Mu Ling.

Mu Ling came to Zhao Yunshi this time for two reasons.

One is to ask Zhao Yunshi to help pass the letter to the familiar Xianmen to see if they can find the parents of the child;

The second is to ask Zhao Yunshi to give herself the seat in charge of this year's disciples.

Disciple in charge is a mascot-like job. It is mainly to start classes and tell new disciples some inspirational chicken soup on the road of cultivation. Because the symbolic meaning is relatively large, it has always been held by practitioners with higher status and cultivation base in the sect.

Although the Qingbo Peak where Mu Ling is located is the weakest among the twelve peaks, Mu Ling is also a peak master. Besides the sect leader, the highest status in Qingyi Sect is the peak master.

"I'm a little puzzled. In the past, you always didn't ask about the general affairs of the sect. Why is it so uncharacteristic this year?" After hearing Mu Ling's intention, Zhao Yunshi slowly closed the cup lid and looked up at Mu Ling.

Mu Ling pretended not to see Zhao Yunshi's scrutinizing gaze, puffed up her chest, and tried her best to look righteous and awe-inspiring: "I used to focus on cultivation, but now I have achieved some success in cultivation. It's time to contribute to the sect!"

Mu Ling's words were half true and half false. On the one hand, she did dare to go out because of her small success in kung fu, and the main reason was because among this group of beginner disciples was the future genius disciple Lin Qingge.

There is a small sheepskin booklet in Mu Ling's spiritual mansion. Mu Ling wrote down all the plots of the original book that he can remember. According to the timeline, the demons have hibernated for some reason in the past 20 years, and Lin Qingge was also transported into the Qingyi Sect during this period of time.

Lin Qingge was just a supporting role in the novel that Mu Ling had read. The author didn't spend too much time describing her. Mu Ling only knew that Lin Qingge had entered the Qingyi Sect at this time, but what did she look like and where did she worship? Mu Ling didn't know Yifeng.

A disciple with outstanding talent like Lin Qingge would probably be snatched away by the peak masters of the various peaks, but he would never be able to get the turn of his dilapidated Qingbo Peak!Mu Ling thought about becoming the master of the disciples. The master of the disciples can be regarded as the nominal master of this class of disciples. With this fate, if he has difficulties in the future, Lin Qingge will not sit idly by if he wants to come.

But Zhao Yunshi's attitude...

Mu Ling sneaked a glance at Zhao Yunshi, just in time to meet Zhao Yunshi's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Mu Ling didn't dare to look any more, and stood up straight with her eyes on her nose, her nose, her nose, her nose and her heart.

"That being the case," Zhao Yunshi's mouth deepened, and she patted the paper crane beside her: "Bring me the token held by my disciple!"

Zhihe held a green token, and under Zhao Yunshi's gesture, Mu Ling poured spiritual power into the token, and the token emitted a dazzling white light, and Zhao Yunshi's voice resounded throughout the Qingyi Gate!

"Congratulations to Master Mu of Qingbo Peak for becoming the master of this disciple! Master Mu Ling is smart and beautiful, with extraordinary talent..." The voice in the token was unhurried, sincerely flattering Mu Ling, and Mu Ling herself I didn't even know I had so many advantages!

Zhao Yunshi took out a water mirror. Inside the water mirror were new disciples who were training. At first, the new disciples were a little dazed when they heard the voice. Later, they found out that Master Mu was less than [-] years old and attacked Huashen, so he didn't know who it was Taking the lead, the disciples applauded together with a "crash!"

So it turns out that being a disciple is in charge of such a high-profile job?

Mu Ling's face was burning hot, this scene was really embarrassing!

"The disciples seem to like you very much."

Finally, the token stopped broadcasting. Just as Mu Ling felt that he had come to life, he saw Zhao Yunshi and looked over with a smile——

Mu Ling felt a "click" almost subconsciously.

"There is still one year before the new disciples in the sect will be judged. This group of disciples are not bad in talent. Peak Master Mu must prepare well. You have to find some magic weapons that you have seen before, and it is time for you to accept a few disciples..."

? !

"A magic weapon? What... what magic weapon?"

Zhihe on the side explained kindly: "Master Mu has been practicing all these years and has rarely left the peak. Maybe he didn't know that, for decades, each class of disciples will be evaluated after one year of entry, and the disciples of each class will be in charge. Donate some magic weapons from the private treasury to the winning disciples as a reward..."

"Master Mu?"

Mu Ling's head was buzzing, and she could hardly hear the next words!

No wonder Zhao Yunshi gave this position to herself so generously, it turned out that this was a position for someone who wanted to pay for it!

And everyone knows that Qingbo Peak is the poorest among the Twelve Peaks of Qingyi Gate!Unlike other peak masters, let alone many magic weapons, Mu Ling couldn't even get a single magic weapon...

But now Zhao Yunshi has notified the whole sect...

Mu Ling only felt very regretful, her intestines were almost green with regret!She felt that she couldn't be happy anymore, and she almost floated away from Qianqiu Pavilion like a wandering spirit.

"Why did the head give this position to Peak Master Mu?"

Zhihe looked at Mu Ling's weary back, and flew to Zhao Yunshi's shoulder: "Master Song and Master Wu both want this position, and Master Mu is still young—"

"She is the only peak master who has recruited commoner disciples." Zhao Yunshi seemed to be a little tired and supported her forehead: "The rest of them have been living too comfortably these years, so comfortable that they have forgotten the purpose of establishing the Qingyi sect—"

Zhihe answered softly: "I would like to find a safe place for women in the world..."

"Yes!" Zhao Yunshi sighed lowly: "Back then, the blood of the patriarch grandma was coveted by others, and she broke through the sky and established the Qingyi Gate in one fell swoop, aiming to protect self-improving women. For thousands of years, I have to find a proper person to inherit my ancestral legacy—”

"The head of the sect is at the prime of youth," the paper crane flew to Zhao Yunshi's shoulder, rubbing Zhao Yunshi's temples comfortingly: "It's still too early—"

"It's not too early! Now that the demons are in trouble, many things need to be planned early, not to mention, some 'smart people' have already planned..." Zhao Yunshi sneered, her eyes swept across the thin and pale picture stone Not wanting to talk about this topic again, the little girl carefully put the picture stone into a cloth bag and hung it around Zhihe's neck: "Send the picture stone to those sects."

The paper crane hesitated to speak, and finally sighed lowly, flapping its wings and flying into the sky.

The wind blows, and the doorway is a little bit red, Zhao Yunshi is leaning against the doorway, her back is lonely, her expression is a bit chill, as if she is looking at a paper crane, or looking at a very far place through a paper crane...

Spring is over.

Mu Ling didn't know what happened after she left.

After she left the Qianqiu Pavilion, she didn't dare to hang out with her new disciples, so she deliberately went around in a circle from the back mountain and returned to her own Qingbo Peak. Once she returned to Qingbo Peak, she opened the mountain protection array. Unless Da Neng forced a breakthrough from the outside, who would Can't get in either.

Except for the people in Qingbo Peak, no one knew what Mu Ling was doing during this time.

As for the people in Qingbo Peak, except for a few heartless puppets who are not considered human beings, the only remaining human beings are children picked up by Mu Ling.

"Child, the peak master has locked herself in the room for three days! Please help us to ask what happened to her..."

The seven puppets formed a group around the child, constantly encouraging the child.

Xiao Qi stuffed the child with a handful of candies as if to flatter her: "Son, we are good sisters, right?"

……

Sure enough, if there is a master, there will be a servant, among other things, these little puppets have learned the habit of giving sugar to people when they disagree with each other!

The child sneered in his heart: the attitude of the puppets looked a little strange, their eyes flickered, and they didn't dare to look directly at people...

What else could happen to that woman?

The news that the woman became a disciple has spread throughout the sect, and she is probably hiding for fun, taking Joe by the way.After all, if you become a disciple in charge, there will be many benefits in the future, and there will be a lot of offerings from disciples alone...

But thinking this way in her heart, the child did not refuse the puppets' proposal. She nodded, and facing the eager eyes of the little puppets, she pretended to be timid and pushed open the door of Mu Ling's room.

The door opened as soon as it was pushed.

Contrary to the child's expectation, Mu Ling was not the cozy appearance she had imagined eating and drinking. Mu Ling was lying on the ground, looking at the roof with gloomy eyes, with a dejected face.

"Xiaoqi, I went through the treasure house of Qingbo Peak again. I am really poor and have no magic weapon for those disciples! Can't you really go to accompany those disciples for three to five years? After three or five years, I will definitely Redeem you back..."

The child's footsteps stopped.

The next moment, Mu Ling looked over with tears in his eyes and a desolate face. Seeing that it was a child, Mu Ling's expression froze, and the sadness on his face dissipated instantly.

Mu Ling looked away uncomfortably: "Why are you here?"

In the past few days, Mu Ling almost forgot that she also picked up a child.

The child understood everything at this moment. It was estimated that Mu Ling and the little puppet were fighting each other before, and he was just dragged by innocence.

But hasn't this woman reached the stage of becoming a god?There are as many puppets as you want, why do you care about the opinions of these little puppets?

and……

Why is this woman so poor for a dignified cultivator at the transformation stage?As long as she throws out an olive branch, there are so many people rushing to give her magic treasures and spirit stones...

However, this happens to give the child a chance.

"I know where the magic weapon is." The child raised his head to look at Mu Ling, squeezed out a stiff smile, and tried to put on a cute appearance: "When the group of cultivators tortured me before, I saw a magic weapon in the underground palace. The hidden secret door contains many magic weapons..."

"Can you let me follow you?" The child was timid on the face, but confident in his heart: "As long as you promise to let me follow you, I will take you to find that secret door..."

Doesn't she lack a magic weapon?As long as you agree to yourself, you can solve the urgent need. According to the hypocrisy of the people of Xianmen, this woman will definitely agree, right?

When Mu Ling heard the child's words, she was taken aback for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up, and finally she shook her head with a smile.

"Child," Mu Ling sighed, sat up from the ground, patted the child's head, and planned to explain clearly to her: "You don't want to go home because you have forgotten the past, but there may be people waiting for you at home." For your loved ones..."

Just like Mu Ling herself, after so many years in this world, it is clear that cultivators don't need to sleep, but Mu Ling likes to sleep very much - it's just because only when she falls asleep can she see her grandpa in her dreams.

"You live with me now. If you don't want to part with me, you can come back to see me often after you find your relatives." Seeing the child hanging his head timidly and not speaking, Mu Ling added: "Although I If you are poor, you can still afford to raise a child..."

The child pursed his lips and nodded slightly after a while.

Mu Ling's reaction repeatedly exceeded her expectations, and this feeling beyond her control made her feel irritable...

And what did you do when you were irritable before?

The child squinted his eyes, and suddenly there was a groan in his mind, like a gap in the dark sky, endless blood flashed across his eyes, and fragmentary images flashed in his mind...

Is this... a memory from the past?

The child froze in place.

Mu Ling thought that the child was hurt by her words, so she sighed and called Xiao Qi to come in and play with the child.

Xiaoqi became very happy because of Mu Ling's words of "not sending you to accompany his disciples", and kept talking to the child: "I knew that the Peak Master hated us, after all, we were raised by the Peak Master..."

However, unlike in the past, the child who always disliked it as an annoyance didn't pay attention to it at all.

The child kept his head down and didn't speak for a while, but for some reason, the aura erupted from the child for a moment made people's heart palpitate, the heartless little puppet's heart felt cold, and he suddenly forgot what he was going to say next...

That night, the child had a dream.

The self in the dream is a powerful figure, powerful and violent, making people fearful, turning his hands into clouds and turning his hands into rain, and others are like ants in front of him.

But is he really so powerful when he is so small?

If the child felt something, his eyelids trembled, and his body straightened suddenly. When he opened his eyes, his eyes looked dark and prey, and the ends of his eyes were slightly red...

She felt the slight spiritual power flowing in her body, the corners of her lips curled up, she took a meaningful look at Mu Ling's room, and flew down the mountain, her figure was as fast as a ghost, and no one could sense the huge Qingyi Gate. her existence...