After my death, I became the white moonlight of the whole cultivation world

Chapter 47 Drawing the Line
After Mo Yu spoke, the others would naturally not say anything more.

After he left, Yan Wenshu called Shang Qiuci Qiuge and Hou Jun to the side, and told them to treat Yun Weixian as the seventh junior sister in the future, and not to talk about her with outsiders easily.

As for the other two, even if they didn't tell them, they would probably do the same.

After all, neither of them have been beaten by Yun Weixian, the seventh junior sister.

Yan Wenshu glanced at Ning Qingyuan, who was approaching Yun Weixian without any scruples, and sighed secretly, not knowing whether he should be relieved or helpless.

"Well, Seventh Junior Sister, how about we discuss it?"

"Huh? Fourth senior brother, please tell me." Yun Weixian was playing with the tassels on his body, looking relaxed and innocent.

Ning Qingyuan: "..."

He almost forgot his real intention and wanted her to stop calling him that.

"Cough," Ning Qingyuan pressed his unease, and talked about the business, "It's that Zhao, his parents are also servants of the palace."

"So he has nowhere to go except to follow Fourth Senior Brother."

He actually came to be a lobbyist.

Yun Weixian put down his hands, raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "What benefits did you receive?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the fourth senior brother just kept an unused knife, and he gave it to me when he saw that I wanted to practice the way of the knife."

Ning Qingyuan was very honest. After speaking, he took out the knife from the storage bag.

It was a jet-black scimitar, it looked like it was made of excellent steel, without any extra decorations, it was quiet and simple, but it also showed a bit of luxury that ordinary people could not afford.

It's really a waste to match the current Ning Qingyuan.

Ning Qingyuan loves this knife very much, and he feels a little cautious when touching it: "Senior brother said that it was rewarded by the emperor when he went to the palace when he was a child. It's just that he doesn't like to wield knives and guns, but he can't throw them away at will. Or give it away, and keep it until now."

It was not possible to give it away before, but now it is simply taken out and given away.

It seems that he has figured it out. Now that he has stepped into this door, he should draw a clear line with the world.

Yun Weixian glanced over there, Xiao Zhihan who was talking to Ah Zhao, then looked away lightly: "Such a big flying boat, are you afraid that it won't be able to hold a mortal?"

Immediately afterwards, he said: "It's a pity for this knife."

"?" Ning Qingyuan was a little happy just now, but now his face fell down, "Just wait, I will definitely figure out a good knife technique to match this knife!"

After finishing speaking, he snorted softly, turned to raise his smiling face, and went over there to tell the two of them the good news.

But to Yun Weixian's surprise, Mo Yu didn't go there for too long, and came back after about a stick of incense.

Looking good, it seems that everything is going well.

Yun Weixian pondered for a moment before stepping forward with the others.

"Master, we have discussed with Chaotianzong. When you go to the outer sect, each of you can choose a magic weapon that is convenient for you, and then there will be spirit stones and elixirs of the same specifications as other outer sect disciples. "

"There is not much time, you must live hard and practice diligently, and don't let down Chaotianzong's painstaking cultivation. As a teacher, I am waiting for you to return to your hometown one day and revive the Ruoshui Pavilion."

After Mo Yu's call, Qiu Ci and Qiu Ge's eyes turned red instantly, and they held each other's hands, trying not to cry.

Afterwards, the seven disciples of the third generation of Ruoshuige bowed to Mo Yu together, saying, "Master, take care!"

Mo Yu looked away for a while, and turned around after a while: "Let's go out of the valley as a teacher."

After finishing speaking, the eight masters and apprentices, plus Ah Zhao, a total of nine people, flew out of the valley together like this.

Chaotianzong left some people to station in the Ruoshui Pavilion, but there were still many monks wearing red and black disciple uniforms on the flying boat, and the minimum was at the Golden Core level.

When the seven people boarded the boat with Ah Zhao, their expressions were all indifferent, and they even gave a stingy look.

(End of this chapter)