All the Female Apprentices Want to Kill Me

"It's really small."

Xiao Ruoqing: "?!"

There were two more houses in the thatched cottage. Su Bei felt that the two apprentices staying together and fighting every day made people a little upset, so they moved directly from Hongchen Peak to two houses with elegant courtyards, which were similar to those of Su Bei. It turned out that the dilapidated haystack was in stark contrast.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Mo Li narrowed his eyes, thinking about everything.

Although the time in Wujianfeng is not long, it is obvious that everything here is still exactly the same as the previous life.

As for the master... After these few days of contact, although the personality is still similar to the previous life, but I always feel that something is missing?Or maybe something is different, I can't tell.

Perhaps, he was just paralyzing himself?

Mo Li gently wiped the dagger in his hand, looked at the somewhat damaged and almost patted sword tome in his hand, and pondered for a long time.

"There shouldn't be any problem with this sword manual, Xiao Ruoqing has already practiced it."

"But why did she practice this exercise in this life? Could it be because her reincarnation changed something? Or..."

"..."

Thinking of this somewhat terrifying thought, Mo Li looked out of the window with deep eyes, raised his ears, and listened to Xiao Ruoqing's conversation with Su Bei:

"Master, disciple..."

"Why is it so slow to put on clothes? It's better if you don't wear them..."

"??"

sonorous—

"Put the sword back in and let's go."

The voice is faint, getting farther and farther...

Hearing some weird conversations and the sound of a sword being drawn, Mo Li licked the corner of his mouth and played with the dagger in his hand. Senhan's luster reflected a beautiful face.

I can reincarnate once, so, is there a possibility?

Mo Li narrowed his eyes tightly, recalling Xiao Ruoqing's every move carefully,

In the last life, when she took out the sword, she would subconsciously touch the hilt with her right hand. When did she develop it?

Probably on the night when she avenged the genocide, because the blood of hatred was splashed all over the hilt of the sword, she would subconsciously wipe it...

"Interesting, I hope..."

Mo Li took out a straw pricked villain from the storage ring. Just looking at his figure and appearance, he was seven points similar to Su Bei, with countless small holes pierced by needles.

Then he clenched the dagger in his hand and stabbed fiercely somewhere in the scarecrow, and in an instant the straw man's legs were further apart.

"Hopefully it's not what I thought it would be."

"..."

Mo Li gently leaned against the head of the bed, his cheeks resting on his jade arms, staring at the straw doll in his hands with a pair of cold eyes, extremely peaceful.

Looking at the scarecrow in front of her, a sickly blush rose on her cheeks before she knew it. She brought the doll close to the tip of her nose and sucked it vigorously. on the doll.

——Perhaps it reminded me of the bowl of dumplings that Master ate last night.

"Master, how will this disciple kill you..."

Mo Li looked at the doll in his hand with a dazed look, and then his legs were tightly clamped, rubbing against each other, biting his slender fingers with his white teeth.

Slowly put the scarecrow in your hand between your legs...

The brocade quilt covered her body, and outside the house, there was a strange sound mixed in the wind, and it came out gradually.

......

I don't know how long it took...

Mo Li dressed neatly and walked out of the room, turned around the corridor, his footsteps were light and silent, Su was holding the freshly washed brocade quilt that was still dripping with water on the floor.

The sun was shining brightly, and during the Lantern Festival, it seemed that the weather was very joyful. A group of white cranes came out of the cluster, and went straight to the sky without circling or spinning.

Mo Li looked at the undried quilt in his hand, wondering where it was hanging, but it was rare that there was no one else on Jianfeng Peak, so he let out a long sigh of relief, kicked his feet, and the embroidered shoes were taken off in place, pink The tender white jade toe stepped on the snow lightly, leaving a plum blossom.

A head of silver hair fluttered in the wind and snow, and the sun reflected on the silver eyelashes, proud and holy.

There is still a considerable distance between the courtyard of the thatched cottage and the pigsty in northern Jiangsu on the mountainside. There is a small path that winds and spreads forward. Under the sun, it is very clear.

Because there is no one in Jianfeng, only a few big white geese are left, and the surroundings are quiet.

Mo Li hadn't really visited Bujian Peak for a long time, although there was still a faint blush on his white face that hadn't completely dissipated.

Walking along the path, I soon saw the pigsty where Master lives.

Mo Li's eyes lit up, and just when he was about to go in to do something unknown, he suddenly heard the rustling of a leaf.

Where do the leaves come from in winter?

With a little doubt, Mo Li walked around the pigsty and followed the direction of the voice.

A peach grove, although it is still a young seedling, but the young leaves are gently swaying in the wind, on this Bujian Peak, it is like a finishing touch, like a painting.

The warm sunshine sprinkled warmly on a piece of tender green, quietly shining on the earth, the tender buds were gently touched by the sun, shaking gently, like a baby.

谷峂

Quiet and peaceful!

No, when did Jianfeng have a peach forest?

Before he had time to think about it, Mo Li saw a figure with a fluttering purple shirt, a graceful and slender figure, three thousand white hair fluttering gently, holding a water bottle in his hand, watering a peach tree with a focused expression .

"Master Ninth Uncle?"

Mo Li looked suspiciously at the person in front of him.

Chapter 150 Five, this girl, you are doomed to have a catastrophe

Although Shan Wuque had some doubts in his heart, he didn't say anything.

Su Bei looked at his prodigal apprentice with a serious face, and then looked at Shan Wuque with a little apology.

She blinked her eyes, that stubby hair wobbled, and just smiled at Su Bei.

——Perhaps she didn't even understand what was happening in front of her in her heart.

"That's how it is..."

Although it is difficult to accept, it is much better than knowing that the Master and the Eighth Master Uncle went out alone... After all, on this special day, it is inevitable that people will have a fantasy.

Su Bei pulled Xiao Ruoqing, who had an unhappy expression almost written all over her face, towards her. In her resistance, he touched her head with his big hand.

Then the three of them flew towards the Sword Washing Pond.

From a distance, I saw a weak figure gently wiping the sweat from her forehead. Despite the scorching sun and cold winter, and the cold water in the pool, there was still a beautiful smile on the corner of her mouth.

Looking at Su Bei who suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. He put down the long sword in his hand, lightly flicked the water drops on his hand, and gestured to Su Bei:

"Elder Su, why are you here?"

Su Bei looked at this woman who was weak on the outside but strong on the inside, and the tenderness in his heart seemed to be touched.

He walked forward slowly, touched her head, and said softly:

"It's the Lantern Festival, and I'll take you to see the lanterns."

"And the opening ceremony is coming soon. I need to buy some nice clothes for Jianniang. Jianniang is the leader of the dance. She needs to be beautiful!!"

"..."

Jian Niang looked a little shy for a while, and looked at Su Bei in a daze.

Is it the Lantern Festival?

I don't know how long I haven't had this festival.

Except that my mother would lead me to visit lanterns and solve crossword puzzles on that day, no one had ever given me such a warm feeling.

Jianniang clenched her little hands tightly, glanced timidly at Xiao Ruoqing who was following Su Bei, and nodded.

Carefully following behind Su Bei.

——Outside the gate of the tall Jianzong Han Baiyu Mountain, there is a piece of snow white.

Su Bei let out a long breath of relief, and smiled at the three girls beside him.

"Master, where are we going?"

Xiao Ruoqing asked softly.

"Snowfall City!"

Su Bei patted the snowflakes on his body and replied.

Then the figures of the few people disappeared.

......

Snow City.

Among the entire 21 states, Selangor is located in the north, next to Mobei, and Luo Xuecheng, as the largest city in Selangor, is naturally full of people.

Looking at a glazed city wall like a canopy of ice and snow, Su Bei sighed softly.

The catastrophe of thousands of peoples thousands of years ago made the city of Xuezhou bear the wind and frost of the ages. Eight hundred sword immortals started in Luoxuecheng, and then the corpses dissipated in the entire 21 states.

Luoxue City is like a twilight old man, standing majestically at the northern end of the 21 states, leaning against Mobei, and like the last backbone of the 21 states that stood up thousands of years ago.

The four of them are all dressed up as ordinary people, wearing big bamboo hats, and they don't look too different, but even if they hide their aura, they can't hide their immortal aura, and they still stand out from the crowd. Attract the attention of everyone.

After entering the city, the market became more and more prosperous, with a lot of traffic and voices. Perhaps because of the Lantern Festival, there were many more hawkers on the street. Although the cold wind was blowing slowly, they still looked at them with a smile on their faces. Frequent guests.

Can still be heard faintly, the cries of the peddler:

"Selling—rock candy ~ gourd..."

"Selling coal..."

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Shan Wuque has been practicing in Jianzong for many years, but he is very interested in these things in the mortal world. No matter what he sees, he always walks and stops, with a curious look on his face: