Qingyun Disciple

() "This statement is wrong!"

The sound of drinking suddenly pulled Zhang Xiaofan back to reality like a thunderbolt. He inadvertently realized that, just for a moment, his clothes were already soaked in cold sweat. Among the tea stalls.

"Senior Brother Yun!" Zhang Xiaofan turned around and saw that it was Yun Mo who spoke, knowing that he had heard everything, his face turned pale, his right hand subconsciously tightly grasped the burning stick in his sleeve, but he inadvertently felt a bit of coldness - just like He suddenly thought of something when he sucked the coldness of the enemy dry, and let go of his hand hastily, his heartbeat followed Yun Mo's step-by-step steps into the tea stall, and he was in a panic.But at the same time of panic, there was a hint of expectation, hoping that this senior brother with great powers would completely refute everything that middle-aged scribe said after "this statement is wrong".

Yun Mo nodded at him, sat down at their table, ordered a bowl of herbal tea and took a big sip, put down the tea bowl and said slowly to the nervous Zhang Xiaofan: "Little Junior Brother, you don't need to worry too much."

Zhang Xiaofan's eyes lit up when he heard the words, his pale and bloodless face became slightly rosy due to excitement, like a drowning man grasping at the last straw, he asked eagerly: "Senior brother Yun, what he said... I , my magic weapon..."

Yun Mo glanced at the fire stick that he took out and put on the table, but what he said caused Zhang Xiaofan's blood that had just risen suddenly to subside, and he sat motionless at the table, saying: "What this gentleman said Not false."

Seeing that Zhang Xiaofan's eyes were empty, he just sat there without saying a word, and he didn't even notice the blood stains from his fingernails.Yun Mo shook his head, even though his heart was agitated and confused at this time, he still deeply felt the hesitation, fear and boundless trembling of the little boy beside him.Glancing at the middle-aged scribe at the side, he silently picked up the tea bowl and sipped it carefully, as if this kind of wild tea from the mountains was a peerless famous product, with a look of joy on his face, Yun Mo suddenly got angry in his chest: Shake me junior?If you don't faint today, I won't be called Yun Mo!

Zhang Xiaofan was hesitating and helpless, he didn't know how to deal with himself, it was as if thousands of bells were ringing together in his heart, it made him feel dizzy, bored and want to roar, he felt extremely depressed and uncomfortable in his heart.At this moment, he suddenly felt a warm palm resting on his shoulder, but he saw Yun Mo staring at him, but there were many incomprehensible things in his eyes.

"Little brother, when you first went to Qingyun Mountain, how did you feel when you saw the magic weapons of those senior brothers flying across the sky? When you practiced Taiji Xuanqing Dao assiduously and hit the third layer of Yuqing, how do you feel about your future self?" What is the fantasy of the magic weapon used?" Yun Mo asked leisurely, but without waiting for Zhang Xiaofan to answer, he said to himself: "When I was young, I was in danger in the wild and was rescued by my master. I was deeply impressed by my master Yujian riding the wind to slay demons in the world, and secretly vowed to find a powerful magic weapon for myself, and use it to wipe out all the demons in the future. How happy! Little brother , I wonder if your thoughts back then were the same as mine?"

Zhang Xiaofan nodded: "I, I also thought the same way back then." But thinking of his own ignorance at that time, he couldn't help feeling a little hot when he called that famous amber scarlet silk "red cloth belt".Zhang Xiaofan was teased by Yun Mo's words so much that he recalled the scene when he went to Qingyun at the beginning of the year, and his heart was very warm. Although he had to face the master's scolding and cold words at that time, and the hard work of practicing two kinds of methods, he really thought that this was the case in his heart. It was the happiest time in my life, and there was a hint of nostalgia and sigh in my tone, which invisibly diluted the struggle and fear just now: "Qingyun is my home, no matter what, I have to go back and ask Master Tell him everything, and wait for the old man to let him down."

Yun Mo didn't know what was going on in his heart, and continued: "Now that you have such a powerful treasure, which can compete with Tianya Excalibur, why do you want to abandon it like a ghost? Could it be that the magic weapon is more powerful than you? do not like?"

"But, but this magic weapon of mine..." Zhang Xiaofan blushed, he didn't know how to explain that the disciples of the righteous way were holding the holy weapon of the evil way, and if it was spread out, it would definitely cause an uproar.

"Junior brother, just as you said just now, there is no distinction between good and evil magic weapons. When the heart is right, using such a blood-devouring and soul-sucking thing can also be righteous; if the mind is not right, holding a magic weapon like Tianya can kill people." Ruma. The so-called good and evil do not refer to magic weapons, but people who manipulate magic weapons."

"If other people know about it, such as the people in Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with it. After all, you Qingyun have led the righteous way for thousands of years, and the tree attracts the wind." It was the ten thousand people sitting on the side who said this. In the past, he was still drinking tea with a smile and a flat expression.But Zhang Xiaofan, who had just been dispelled by Yunmo, became flustered again, Qingyun held an extremely high status in his heart, and he absolutely did not want to damage the reputation of the sect because of himself.

Yun Mo looked angrily at the tens of thousands of people who were lowering their heads to drink water as if nothing had happened, there was a faint evil look in his eyes, apart from dissatisfaction with this old boy and old god making trouble on the ground, there was also a sense of disappointment at being ignored ——He has been called a peerless genius since he was a child. , Baguio, and this place of thousands of people, they only have Zhang Xiaofan, the unlucky boy, in their eyes, completely ignoring his existence, so how can they not make him feel so disappointed.

Originally, with Yun Mo's current mood, he could just laugh it off, but he has been in a bad mood for a few days, especially after seeing Baguio who has grown up, his mood is turbulent at this time, He never imagined that it would actually look like this...

At this time, the middle-aged literati Wan Wan sat aside as if watching a monkey show, and with a few insipid words, he turned the results of his hard work into ashes, and his words faintly revealed that he didn't need to pay much attention to Zhang Xiaofan, and he didn't care about Zhang Xiaofan. But he didn't pay attention, Yun Mo's long-suppressed competitive spirit flowed in his body, and there was only one thought in his mind - to go to this ghost king sect master, and to pay attention to this place from afar outside. Prove yourself in front of the Baguio three women!

At that moment he said loudly to Zhang Xiaofan: "Little brother! What do you think we Qingyun have been the leaders of the righteous way for more than a thousand years, what is the reason?"

Zhang Xiaofan was startled by his suddenly stern tone, he hesitated and couldn't speak.

Maybe it's not that he can't say it, but because he already vaguely guessed the answer to this question, he hesitated to say it out.