The heroine who wears a book, her character is broken

It is rare for Mo Cizhu to leave the Mo family, and in the eyes of others, she is still unable to practice, so when she left, she stood on the third senior sister's flying sword.

Counting the time, the Jingan Chamber of Commerce will also settle in Pingtan City. Of course, Mo Cizhu does not expect to have any big gains for the first time, and the other party has just entered Pingtan City, and will not act rashly so soon. She Sneaking out this time is mainly to let the Mo family get used to it and let her go out more.

Another thing is to familiarize yourself with the layout of Pingtan City so that you can prepare for the future.

"Junior sister, what do you want to play in a while?" Ji Shu asked Mo Cizhu with a smile.

"What's so interesting?" As a good actor, Mo Cizhu perfectly interprets the appearance of a young lady who has never been out of the house. She thinks that if she wears it back one day, she might be able to go to the entertainment circle. Play tricks.

Ji Shu saw the sparkling eyes of the little junior sister, shining with curiosity and anticipation, she couldn't help rubbing her little face: "It's so much fun, the senior sister will take you to play later."

The senior sister Mo Lingxuan gave Ji Shu an unfriendly look: "Don't spoil the junior sister."

Mo Cizhu smiled at the senior sister: "Senior sister ~ the third senior sister is very good, isn't the senior sister also following us?"

"Good boy." Mo Lingxuan felt that Junior Sister was the cutest existence in the world.

It was not very early when they arrived in Pingtan City. The three of them found an inn. Mo Lingxuan accompanied Mo Cizhu, and Ji Shu went to work. This time she came out because she had something to do.

Speaking of which, when this elder sister came to Mo's house, she had no father or mother, and she didn't even have a name. Seeing her tenacity, Mo Cang accepted her as an apprentice. The name was given by Qin Yaozheng.

Compared with other fellow students, Mo Lingxuan is more grateful to her master and wife, so she also takes care of her juniors and sisters with all her heart.

Mo Lingxuan took Mo Cizhu's hand and entered the room. The three of them only needed two rooms, and Mo Cizhu couldn't put a child in one room by himself. If something happened, Mo Cizhu was fine. With cultivation bases, the two of them are afraid that they won't be able to protect her.

"Do you want to take a break, little junior sister? It will be sunny when I go shopping with you at night." Mo Lingxuan asked her warmly.

Turning his head, he saw the girl lying on the window, looking curiously at the street outside.

From her point of view, only a side face can be seen. The girl's lips are red and her teeth are white, her eyebrows are exquisite, and her beautiful eyes are shining with curiosity.

There is only a thin line between the 11-year-old girl and the sunshine outside the window, and there is a picturesque scene at the end. Mo Lingxuan suddenly realizes that the little junior sister who is like a small dumpling has grown up.

Although the growth rate is faster than ordinary people, Mo Lingxuan remembers that she was definitely not so tall when she was her age.

Mo Cizhu is indeed quite curious, after all, it is the cultivation world, and it is somewhat different from the ancient times in the history she knows.

"Okay." Mo Cizhu responded, smiling brightly at the elder sister.

Then I climbed into bed unceremoniously and went to sleep. Sleeping is always a very pleasant thing.

Mo Lingxuan watched her kick off her shoes, rolled around with the quilt in her arms, and couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth.

It's a pity in the hearts of all of them that the junior junior sister can't practice.

Mo Cizhu really slept comfortably. When she woke up, it was already sunset and the temperature outside had dropped.

Ji Shu also came back from work, and when she came back, she knew that Mo Cizhu was sleeping and didn't bother her.

"Senior Sister~ What time is it?" Mo Cizhu yawned, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

"It's time, do you want to get up and have something to eat first?" Ji Shu asked her.

Mo Cizhu put on his shoes and tidied up his clothes. Ji Shu wanted to help her, but Mo Cizhu avoided him: "Senior Sister, Zhu'er is not a child anymore!"

Ji Shu looked at her serious face, and couldn't help laughing out: "Okay, little junior sister won't get close to senior sister when she grows up."

Mo Cizhu skillfully tied a girdle on himself: "No way, nonsense, hurry up and let's go to the night market."

Ji Shu and Mo Lingxuan followed her and wandered around the night market. Not to mention the delicious food and fun, Mo Cizhu didn't want to stop, so he just wandered around. After all, the best way to get familiar with a place is to shop.

The three stayed in Pingtan City for three days before returning to Mo's house.

Mo Cizhu is not dissatisfied, anyway, there will be a next time, so don't worry.

After returning to Mo's house, Mo Cizhu started to practice again, and the days of reading books were quite fulfilling.

Occasionally, I went out to Pingtan City with my brothers and sisters, and Mo Cizhu's cultivation base also touched the early stage of consecration.

As usual, Mo Cizhu was lying on the dog-beating stick, outside the cliff of the back mountain where few people in the Mo family stepped, looking like he was about to fall asleep.

"My sister should be leaving the customs soon. It's been two years." Mo Cizhu muttered in a low voice alone.

"You are a monster race, what are you doing so well with the human race?" Long Zhao asked her in disgust.

Mo Cizhu yawned: "The demon clan doesn't want me, but the human race saved me. What do you think I'm so good with them? Master, it's very strange for you to ask this question."

Long Zhao snorted lightly: "The demon clan has always been solitary, so if you don't want it, then don't. When you become stronger, the position of the demon king will be no problem."

"Master, I'm not hungry. You don't need to make cakes for me. I just want to live a good life. Don't die young. The cultivation world is so big. After I leave Mo's house, I will look around and feel at ease." Mo Ci Zhu stood up from the dog-beating stick, then leaned back, and the whole person fell off the dog-beating stick. Although she said so, she also knew that this idea was probably impossible.

Listening to the wind in his ears, Mo Cizhu seemed to have a feeling in his heart, and wanted to transform into his original form, but this time he still failed.

Sighing, he raised his hand and called the dog-beating stick over, stepped on the bamboo stick with a little force from his waist, and flew up.

"It's nice to be able to fly."

"I don't do my job day after day, but I've learned swordsmanship very well, and I don't see you being so interested in it." Long Zhao said to her bitterly.

Mo Cizhu chuckled: "Isn't this what you said, Master, is it more likely to be able to transform into its original form in times of crisis?"

"Oh, I don't see any danger for you. I think you enjoy it very much."

Mo Cizhu rubbed his head: "It's not my fault, I almost fell to my death at the very beginning and couldn't transform."

"Why am I so miserable? As a monster, other people know what I am anyway. Why am I so weird that I can't change my original shape." Mo Cizhu rubbed his head, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Why did she have a bun on her head? It was still a little itchy when touched, and her scalp was numb.

Mo Cizhu turned into a water mirror to see what was growing on his head, but he only saw two small bags, which seemed to be ice blue, and the color was quite nice.

"Master, what is this?"

"Dragon horn, ignorance."

"Master's dragon horns are not blue, why are mine ice blue? Don't lie to me, I think they are deer horns." Mo Cizhu asked curiously.

"What is love? Whose white deer's antlers are this color? Can I be the same as you as Canglong? I'm asleep, so don't disturb me."

"Master, you can't do it, don't you know me?" Mo Cizhu continued to babble.

Long Zhao just wanted to push her to the ground and beat her up, but unfortunately she couldn't beat her now, so she could only remember to beat her.

"To shut up."

Mo Cizhu touched the two corners of her head again, a little helpless, she still wanted to ask if she could take it back, the master is good at everything, but has a bad temper.

What a poor little girl she was.

Mo Cizhu covered the two horns with his hair, but fortunately he was still small, so he could cover them. If he grew up, what would happen? Mo Cizhu was worried again.

She took the dog-beating stick and practiced a set of swordsmanship. The swordsmanship was taught by Mo Ciwan back then, but she changed it herself, and it was a little different.

Tomorrow the Mo family will hold an auction, and Mo Cizhu really wants to go to see it. After all, auctions have always sounded like grand occasions since ancient times.

Originally thought that Qin Yaozheng had to be soft and tough before going, but Qin Yaozheng agreed without saying a word, saying that she should also get in touch with these things.

After Mo Cizhu practiced the sword, he ran to the place where Mo Ciwan retreated with a bamboo stick in his hand: "Sister, when will you come out, Zhu'er really misses you."

Mo Cizhu's words are not fake, after all, Mo Ciwan is the most familiar with her in this world, and she is 13 years old, and now the demons have already started planning.

Mo Cizhu has only now determined the eight directions of Zhu Xian's formation, but it's useless to know, she consulted the books, even if she knew it, she couldn't resolve it with her ability.

If Mo Ci was here later, she would be easier to fool her, but it is a little more difficult to fool Qin Yaozheng and Mo Cang.

Mo Cizhu puffed his cheeks, and finally left after sitting for a while.

It's just that Mo Cizhu didn't see that after she left, the stone door opened, and the woman in white looked at her with complicated eyes.

In fact, Mo Ciwan has been out of customs for more than ten days, but she doesn't plan to tell others for the time being. On the day she left the customs, she inexplicably felt a ray of evil energy in the back mountain, but she couldn't find anyone.

Later, I received news from my subordinates that some people in the Jing'an Chamber of Commerce were acting suspiciously.

She was going to investigate secretly first, mainly because it was much more convenient for her to investigate secretly.

It's just that I didn't expect that there would be quite a lot of surprises after leaving the customs. The little guy's cultivation has already reached the consecration period.

The evil spirit on his body is more than before, and of course it is not easy to detect.

She has also grown a lot taller, and looks better than she did before she retreated.

It's just that Mo Ciwan didn't expect that the little guy would practice with a slanted sword.

When he saw her fall from the bamboo stick for the first time, Mo Ciwan's heart sank.

It's just that when she saw it that time, Mo Cizhu was almost at the bottom of the cliff. Before she could make a move, the little guy stood firmly on the bamboo stick again. It was not the first time that he was so proficient.

Mo Ciwan watched but was a little inexplicably annoyed, annoyed that she made such a dangerous move.

It's just that these few days I watched her practice seriously every day, or go outside Shimen every day to chatter for a while, saying that she was about to finish reading the books on the fifth floor of Zangshu Pavilion, that she would cook hot pot for her after she went out, and that she bullied the seventh senior brother. , and blame Seventh Senior Brother for being too stupid.

The most common thing is to ask her when she will come out, and Mo Ciwan's anger is gone after hearing this, and he just wants to hug the little guy.

Occasionally I heard her talking to herself, but it probably wasn't the case. Mo Ciwan listened to her talking about her master, presumably it was the person who helped her break the seal, but he didn't know who it was.

Mo Ciwan watched Mo Cizhu completely disappear from sight, why not give her a surprise tomorrow.

The author has something to say:

Pipizhu may have recorded too many beatings from his master