Every day with the protagonist, I lose my morals

Shen Mojue returned to his room with the book in his arms happily. He first took out the bamboo tube containing dew and Juling beads and opened it. Good guy, he drank up the dew again.

He took out the Juling Orb, sat cross-legged on the bed, placed the Juling Orb at his dantian and began to absorb spiritual energy and practice.

About two hours later, the spiritual energy in the Ju Lingzhu was exhausted. Shen Mojue opened his eyes and let out a mouthful of turbid air. He felt much refreshed, but his body was a little dirty.He took out the clean dust talisman and stuck it on his body, except for the dirt.

The Juling Bead turned into its original dusty appearance again. He took out the handkerchief and carefully wiped it and put it in the storage bag. It seems that he will have to collect the dew tomorrow morning.

The luminous talismans in the room were almost exhausted, so Shen Mojue took out some new ones to add, and took out the introductory formula for fencing that I got back from Lang Yanshu tonight, opened the pages of the book, and studied it carefully in front of the luminous talismans stand up.

Fortunately, it was just some superficial descriptions of how to manipulate the flying sword for his own use. It was not difficult for Shen Mojue, who had already touched the door of cultivating immortals. He turned page after page with gusto, and time passed by In the end, Shen Mojue was a little sleepy, and his upper and lower eyelids seemed to be fighting.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, telling himself that he couldn't sleep and had to read it before dawn.

The speed of reading became slower and slower. Shen Mojue propped his chin with his hand, and suddenly tilted it, completely awake.

Turning to look at the sky outside the window, nothing can be seen in the dark night, except for a moon hanging like a silver hook on the other side of the mountain forest.

What looks in the book is never as good as what comes out in practice, so Shen Mojue decided to go out and practice before dawn.He took out an iron sword used by outer disciples from the storage bag, pushed the door out, and stood on the porch only to realize that the outside was not as dark as it looked in the house, it should be because the room was too bright just now.

The ground was covered with a thin layer of frost-like moonlight. Shen Mojue walked into the moonlight, recalling what was said in the book in his mind. .”

The iron sword trembled slightly.

"Get up." Shen Mojue pinched a formula again.

This time the iron sword didn't even move.

Shen Mojue was slightly embarrassed, squatted on the ground, and poked the iron sword with his finger: "Hey, don't pretend to be dead! I've fed you so much spiritual energy, at least get up and take a walk."

Seeing that the iron sword was ignoring him, Shen Mojue pinched another sword formula, the iron sword trembled suddenly, and swished past his eyes, Shen Mojue was startled, if it wasn't for the quick flash, it would have made a gap in his face son.

"I said why are you so arrogant! Could you please give me a reminder before being arrogant next time?" Shen Mojue ran after Feijian all over the yard, and when he found this thing flying around, he circled the yard, as if playing tricks on him.

"Hey, it's my fault, right! It seems that I'll deal with you if I catch you!" Shen Mojue rolled up his sleeves and threw himself towards Feijian, but missed and landed on the ground, just in time to face Langyan with his head The door of the book.

There was a creak, but it was Lang Yanshu who opened the door, standing at the door and looking at Shen Mojue on the ground expressionlessly.Shen Mojue raised his ashen face, and greeted him with his hand: "Good morning, Brother Lang."

A sword light flew from behind him, passed over his head, and shot directly at Lang Yanshu.

He's meow!That's my backer!Come back soon!Shen Mojue jumped, forgetting the formula in the flurry, seeing Feijian rushing towards Lang Yanshu with the momentum of a shooting star, he closed his eyes with a horrible expression on his face.

After a long time, he didn't hear anything, he couldn't help opening a slit, and saw Feijian stopped at the tip of Lang Yanshu's nose, motionless, obedient like a little pet.

Lang Yanshu slightly lowered his eyelids, the light around Feijian suddenly disappeared, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Shen Mojue blinked, and saw Lang Yanshu lightly brushed off the creases on his sleeve robe, walked towards him, stopped in front of him, bent slightly and stretched out his hand towards him.

Shen Mojue stretched out his hand in a daze, and touched his warm palm.

Lang Yanshu pulled him up from the ground slightly, and cast a small spell to remove the dust all over his body. As if he really couldn't bear to see his messy hair, he stretched out his hand to rub him, and said in a warm voice: "It's a bit long, and I can tie my hair after a while."

The moonlight was like water, and his expression was shrouded in the gentle moonlight, casting a faint halo, and the smile on the corner of his mouth actually had the illusion of making one's heart skip a beat.

Shen Mojue's head seemed to have been hit by someone, and he was dizzy, as if he had stepped on a ball of cotton, as he stared at the book in a daze.

Lang Yanshu frowned: "Why are you looking at me stupidly, did you fall and hurt yourself?"

Shen Mojue shook his head.

Lang Yanshu raised his arm, gently stroked the scratched skin with his fingertips, and couldn't help laughing: "Did you fall stupidly? The skin is broken here, don't you feel pain?"

Not to mention that I really didn't feel it, but when I said it, Shen Mojue suddenly felt a burning pain in his arm. When he looked closely, it turned out that there was a big piece of scratch on his elbow, and there were traces of blood oozing out.

Shen Mojue grabbed the cuff with the other hand, and was about to wipe off the blood, but Lang Yanshu took out a snow-white brocade handkerchief from his sleeve, poured some medicine powder on it, and said to him, "Stretch out your arm."

"Oh." Shen Mojue stretched out his arm obediently.

Lang Yanshu tied the Jinpa on his arm with gentle movements, and the wound seemed to be gently brushed by a gust of wind.Shen Mojue stared at his long eyelashes in a daze. After a long time, Lang Yanshu raised his head, not knowing whether he was speaking to him or to himself: "Everything has changed, except that it doesn't make people feel at ease. Change."

Shen Mojue's head was full of confusion, this sentence was as incomprehensible as the fateful bond he muttered to himself last time.

Lang Yanshu let go of his arm, squeezed a small spell, and the iron sword that fell on the ground flew back to his hand automatically.I saw him holding the sword, looked down, and said calmly: "This is not how Yujianshu is used. The sword is a dead thing, and it can't understand you even if you talk to it."

"But your sword seems to understand your words." Shen Mojue retorted, "It's like your pet."

Lang Yanshu chuckled: "My spirit sword was refined with my own cultivation and blood essence when I was forming an alchemy, and it was placed in the Purple Mansion for seven years. It accompanied me through all my experiences. Countless battles, drinking the blood of countless opponents, it is not so much a sword as a friend who communicates with me, and it can naturally understand my thoughts."

Shen Mojue shook his head.He didn't understand what Lang Yanshu said.

Lang Yanshu patted him on the shoulder, and said in a low voice: "When you have your own spirit sword, you will understand. This sword is just made of ordinary iron, and it is not difficult to manipulate it. Look at you For the sake of being so diligent, I will teach you tonight."

Shen Mojue's eyes lit up: "Thank you, Brother Lang!"

***

The two came to a flat ground in the back mountain. Lang Yanshu demonstrated it first, and then Shen Mojue did it again.Shen Mojue didn't know the formulas well, and was impatient. After trying the flying sword several times, he flew up tremblingly, wobbled suddenly, and wandered around like crazy.

Lang Yanshu sighed lightly, pinched a small formula, controlled Feijian, and said to Shen Mojue, "Do it again."

Suddenly withdrew the spell, and the flying sword hit the ground with a bang.

Shen Mojue hurried over, hugged Feijian in his arms, touched the hilt of the sword like a pet, then glanced at the book of words, silently recited the formula, and poured spiritual power into the sword.

The flying sword buzzed, and a halo filled its body. It flew up suddenly and stopped in mid-air.

Shen Mojue blinked.After a while, seeing that Feijian didn't have the tendency to go crazy, he couldn't help turning his head to read the book of words with excitement on his face: "I succeeded! I succeeded!"

Lang Yanshu smiled and nodded, "Try to control it."

"En." Shen Mojue nodded heavily, and pointed out a line of spiritual power, "Get up."

Feijian rushed into the night sky with a bang, Shen Mojue was startled, and quickly shouted: "Come back quickly! Come back quickly!" Suddenly remembered that there was a mantra, and hurriedly held his breath and concentrated on reciting the formula. After a while , I saw the flying sword slid under the bright moon, flying towards him from a distance, then stopped in front of him, and stopped.

Shen Mojue poked it with his finger, rubbed his hands, and murmured, "You're really obedient."

"The next thing is Yujian flying, try to make it bigger." Lang Yanshu said aside.

Shen Mojue nodded, recalling the formula about this section in the book, his eyes froze suddenly, he recited the mantra as described in the book, and combined it with spiritual power to form a formula.

The role of Feijian in spells gradually increased, and Lang Yanshu suddenly said: "Enough."

Shen Mojue quickly stopped the spell and glanced at him.

Lang Yanshu said: "Go up."

Shen Mojue waved to Feijian: "Come here."

Feijian slowly landed and stopped at his feet.Shen Mojue looked back at the Langyan book: "Boss..."

Lang Yanshu sighed softly, walked towards him, stretched out his hand to grab him, and brought him onto the flying sword.

The original unease in Shen Mojue's heart disappeared without a trace, and he showed a heartless smile, and made a formula: "Get up."

The flying sword shook, and slowly flew up with the two of them.Shen Mojue was both surprised and delighted, he didn't expect to succeed for the first time, he felt a little complacent, and made another formula: "Let's go."

Fei Jian rushed forward in a jerk, Shen Mojue was caught off guard, and his whole body tilted backwards, and fell directly into Lang Yanshu's arms.

He patted his chest, and secretly rejoiced that it was a wise choice to rely on the backer, otherwise he would have been smashed to pieces just now.

Lang Yanshu hugged him, saw that he was getting up for a long time, thought he was frightened, looked down, only to find that this kid had a ecstatic smile on his face.

He silently pushed the man out of his arms, and said in a deep voice, "Speed ​​up."

Shen Mojue was in a bit of a dilemma, the speed was too much for him now, if he speeded up, he would definitely fall down!

Lang Yanshu smiled: "What are you afraid of? Aren't I here?"