The heroine who wears a book, her character is broken

As soon as the sky broke, there were already two people practicing on the mountain behind Mo's house. Early morning is the time when the spiritual energy in the world is the purest and most abundant, so most practitioners would choose to meditate at this time, but those who practice so early are generally rare .

Although ordinary disciples have already cultivated, some disciples who have just entered the foundation stage are actually no different from ordinary people, but their physiques are stronger, so they also need to rest well.

Mo Cizhu sat on the cushion that Mo Ciwan prepared for her, watching her dance sword, she had already discovered that although Mo Ciwan had never meditated, she was absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in every move, which was a bit strange, but Mo Cizhu Cizhu couldn't remember what was strange for a while.

The girl dancing with the sword held a long silver sword in her hand, and the edge of the sword moved with her wrist, and streaks of sword light were drawn in the sky that was not yet bright.

The girl wore a moon-white long dress, which was specially modified so that it would not lose its original elegance and would not affect her movements.

Mo Cizhu's eyes followed her all the time, and he couldn't help admiring in his heart. She was worthy of being her carefully crafted "daughter". Every move was elegant and elegant, her moves were not too fancy, her moves were sharp, and her face that had not yet fully grown was at this moment. Tight, although still a little immature, but also impeccably beautiful.

Those eyes, shaped like willow leaves, always carry a sense of alienation, so cold that people dare not approach easily, and the high bridge of the nose does not appear abrupt because of the small nose and the thin lips.

For a moment, Mo Cizhu didn't know whether her face was more attractive, or her sword dancing figure was more attractive.

"Zhu'er remember?" Mo Ciwan put away his sword and saw the little guy staring at him blankly with his chin propped.

Mo Cizhu nodded obediently: "Remember~ My sister is so amazing! Like a fairy under the moon."

Even though there were many people who flattered her in the previous life, there had never been anyone who praised her like Mo Cizhu.

The coldness in those alienated eyes dissipated and was replaced by a soft smile, and the corners of the lips raised unconsciously: "Really? Where did Zhu'er learn this compliment?"

"Students, hehe, but my sister is pretty." Mo Cizhu's eyes changed into an innocent face.

Seeing the little guy with such watery eyes, Mo Ciwan couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "Then Zhuer, come and practice again."

"Okay~" Mo Cizhu took the bamboo stick that Mo Ciwan handed her. Mo Ciwan made it for her specially, saying that he was afraid that she would hurt herself with the sword.

She has a good memory and good comprehension, and she remembered it after Mo Ciwan demonstrated it once.

The mastery of strength is not very good, but this is also because he is young and has never practiced, so he is already very good.

The accessories on the little person jingle with her movements, and the corners of her mouth are always smiling.

Mo Ciwan watched from the sidelines, the admiration in his eyes was undisguised, it is already very good to be able to do this at such a young age.

"Sister~Zhu'er practiced well?" Mo Cizhu finished brushing a set of swords, and the tip of his nose was covered with beads of sweat.

"Zhu'er is very smart."

"But some places still don't feel right." She pouted, as if she couldn't figure it out.

Mo Ciwan walked up to her and held her hand: "Sister will take you there."

"Okay." Mo Cizhu couldn't wish more.

Mo Cizhu was taken by Mo Ciwan, and the movements of his hands were much smoother than before, and some places where the power conversion was not clear, he also understood.

Putting away the bamboo stick, Mo Cizhu's eyes were sparkling, full of joy, she hugged Mo Ciwan and kissed: "Sister is so kind~"

Mo Ciwan took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off her face: "Tired?"

"Not tired."

It is impossible not to be tired, but thinking of his future fate, Mo Cizhu sighed, his life is important.

Although she can't practice now, she can learn a lot from practicing sword with Mo Ciwan. At least she doesn't have to start from zero in the future, and zero point one is better than zero.

She is a positive five-good young man!

Mo Cizhu obediently asked Mo Ciwan to wipe her face, then rubbed his arms against Mo Ciwan's waist.

"Go back?" Mo Ciwan rubbed her head.

"Good~"

Mo Cizhu stood on Mo Ciwan's flying sword, and she held her tightly in her arms. Since the first time Mo Cizhu sat on Mo Ciwan's flying sword and almost fell off in excitement, Mo Ciwan never dared to Let her move around.

Bringing the people back to the courtyard, the handyman disciples had already prepared hot water for them. Since Mo Cizhu wanted to learn swordsmanship on a whim, he has become used to it.

Originally, Mo Ciwan also thought that Mo Cizhu couldn't persevere, it was just a passing interest, but she didn't expect that she would persist for more than half a year.

Even Qin Yaozheng and Mo Cang were surprised, after all, the youngest daughter was always soft and sticky in front of them, she didn't look like she could endure hardship.

Just after taking a shower, someone came and asked them to eat, Qin Yaozheng and Mo Cang were already waiting for them.

When Mo Cizhu led Mo Ciwan to the front hall, when he saw Qin Yaozheng, he threw himself into her arms, calling her softly, mother.

"Zhu'er learned a new sword technique with her sister today?"

"That's right, Zhu'er is smart." Her lack of self-effacing appearance made the other three laugh.

Mo Cizhu deeply felt that this family really didn't remember that she was just an adopted daughter, and she was raised as her own.

Thinking of the Mo family being wiped out in the future, the smile on Mo Cizhu's face faded, and she would definitely stop it.

She remembered that the Mo family was wiped out when she was 15 years old, and there were still more than five years to go, so she must stop it.

After eating and resting for a while, Mo Cizhu is going to school, and Mo Ciwan is also busy with his own affairs, and Mo Ciwan will usually pick her up when she leaves school.

The two have a good relationship, and the whole Mo family knows it. Of course, there is no one in the whole Mo family who does not spoil Mo Cizhu.

Mo Cizhu is an absolute group favorite.

In the afternoon, Mo Cizhu took a nap as usual and went to the Library Pavilion. Now she can freely enter and exit the floors below the fifth floor, and Mo Cizhu is like a fish in water inside.

Reading has never been a dull and boring thing for her.

Today, Mo Cizhu was flipping through the books in Zangshu Pavilion as usual, and suddenly saw a very special book on the shelf, which was outsourced in gold, which stood out among the dusty books. Mo Cizhu was curious for a while, A ladder was set up to fetch it.

Such a book is really a bit strange on the third floor.

She took down the book and found that nothing was written on it.

Feeling a little strange in my heart, I opened the book, and it was blank inside, like a hardcover notebook, with only a nice shell and nothing inside.

"It's weird, did you find some treasure?" Mo Cizhu muttered in a low voice.

After all, in the realm of comprehension, the weirder things might be chances.

Turning her small eyes, she took out the dagger and cut a small cut in her hand, dripping a drop of blood on it.

As a former master of Internet literature, how could Mo Cizhu not try this bloody operation.

I didn't expect to let her try it out, it really is an old-fashioned plot.

It was just a few words that appeared on the blank pages that made her feel unusual.

"Girl, do you want to become stronger?"

The corners of Mo Cizhu's mouth twitched: "Whatever you say, no one wants to become stronger."

"It's not a serious secret book at first glance." Mo Cizhu muttered in a low voice.

Unexpectedly, the book turned a page by itself: "Presumptuous!"

"Don't let people tell you if you are not serious. If you have the ability, you can lift the seal on me." The corners of Mo Cizhu's mouth rose slightly, full of provocation.

"A mere yellow-haired kid."

"Don't think that you are a perfect book, I dare not do anything to you, if you don't have some extremely powerful skills, I will let my sister burn you."

"laugh."

Mo Cizhu never imagined that one day he would quarrel with a book.

"Forget it, it seems that you are just a little scholar with no skills. This lady is merciful and let you go. Go on and eat ashes."

"no!"

"You can't do it if you say no? You don't have the ability to lift the seal on me, why keep you?" Mo Cizhu said with disgust.

"Who says it can't? It's just a seal."

Then a golden light shot into Mo Cizhu's eyebrows.

Mo Cizhu passed out before he could react.

When Mo Ciwan came to Zangshuge to look for her, he found that the person who usually responded to her when she called, hadn't moved today.

A trace of worry crossed his mind, Mo Ciwan remembered that the little guy was on the second floor these days.

However, she turned around the second floor and saw no one.

Mo Ciwan released his consciousness and found that the little guy was actually on the third floor.

When he found the person, Mo Cizhu was lying on the ground, holding a black gold book in his arms, which seemed to be like a book, with the word Mo Cizhu written on the cover, more like a manuscript.

The moment Mo Ciwan saw her lying on the ground, his heart shrank, and he hurried over to hug the little guy up.

He eagerly checked her body, but found nothing wrong.

The little guy was still rubbing against her arms, no matter how he looked, he seemed to be asleep.

The worries in Mo Ciwan's heart dissipated and he pinched her nose.

Mo Cizhu waved her dissatisfied: "Don't make trouble."

The voice has a strong nasal sound, and the small face is wrinkled, which is extraordinarily cute.

Mo Ciwan chuckled softly: "Little bastard."

This can fall asleep, causing her to worry.

But Mo Ciwan saw that she was sleeping soundly, so he didn't wake her up, but just carried her back to the room.

When Qin Yaozheng came to look for Mo Cizhu, he happened to run into him. When he saw Mo Cizhu in Mo Ciwan's arms, a trace of worry flashed across his face: "What's wrong with Zhu'er?"

"I'm asleep, and I'm not afraid of catching a cold, so I just fell asleep in the library." Mo Ciwan replied softly.

Qin Yaozheng couldn't help but smile, and then looked at Mo Ciwan: "When I first brought Zhu'er back, my mother was afraid that you would be unhappy, but now Zhu'er is almost spoiled by you, so I will find you a My sister is right."

A trace of unnaturalness flashed across Mo Ciwan's face. In fact, although she thought her sister was cute in her previous life, she was not so fond of her. Maybe she cherished her more after losing it once.

"Zhu'er is cute, mother and father dote on her too." Mo Ciwan said in a low voice.

"Zhu'er is a pitiful little fellow. When mother and father picked her up, she was alone in the pack of wolves, neither crying nor fussing. She looked at us with her eyes and giggled by herself. She didn't know What kind of person can be so determined to lose such a cute little guy."

Qin Yaozheng said that the pity in her eyes became more intense, and Mo Ciwan was also stunned for a moment. This was the first time she heard her mother talk about Zhu'er, and her mother never mentioned it before.

"It won't happen in the future." Mo Ciwan whispered, and put Mo Cizhu on the bed, trying to take out the notebook from her arms, but found that the little guy was hugging him very tightly.

In the end, Mo Ciwan had no choice but to let go.

The author has something to say:

This article should be called Sister Praise Sister Control