In the morning, Qing Yuehuan took Mo Wen to relax in Qing's house.

The Qing family is really big. It only took only one percent of the whole morning to visit, and its background is amazing!

At noon, the two of them walked along the corridor to the Yuting in the center of Taihu Lake and sat down.

Qing Yuehuan waved her jade hand lightly, and a table of delicacies appeared suddenly.

She picked up the jade pot and filled a cup for Mo Wen. She had gentle movements and elegant posture.

Looking outside the pavilion again, the blue waves are rippling and the spring breeze is a beautiful scenery that will never be forgotten for life.

"Are you so kind to me?"

Mo Wen asked suddenly, looking straight into Qing Yuehuan's clear and beautiful eyes.

The latter dodged his eyes, hesitated for a long time, and said, "Don't laugh at me when you say it. This is the first time I have been in contact with a man like this except for my family. I don't even know how to contact a man."

Mo Wen shook his head and smiled. "You know, this is not what I asked."

Qing Yuehuan bit her lip. "If you have to ask me, I can only say that I feel it."

"Feeling?" Don't ask questions. "You and I can't communicate with each other, so how can I feel it?"

"Women are all emotional." Qing Yuehuan smiled. "The feeling comes from a moment, a moment, no reason or unreasonable."

Mo Wen was silent.

If he awakens memory, is he still him?

If you do something stupid, will it hurt the girl's heart?

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore." Qing Yuehuan was a little shy and quickly changed the subject. "You'd better think about it and agree to my question. Are you thinking about what path you are going to practice?"

Don't worry, "Anything can be done."

"That won't work." Qing Yuehuan shook his head lightly. "Everyone has a way that suits him. If you are born with divine power, then choose power cultivation. If you are born with strong mental power, then choose Dharma cultivation. In addition, there are many choices for divine cultivation, soul cultivation, evil cultivation, etc.

Speaking of this, Qing Yuehuan's pretty face turned slightly red. "But what I said is not my strengths. What I am good at is arrow trajectory. If you are interested, you can practice arrow trajectory with me."

kendo?

Mo Wen's eyes subconsciously lit up.

Qing Yuehuan shook her head and smiled. "The arrow I mentioned is the arrow of the bow and arrow, not the sword practice. I wonder which one of them is interested in?"

Mo Wen smiled. "It's OK, follow your arrangements."

"Why are you not a stubborn person?" Qing Yuehuan glanced at him, thought for a while, and chuckled: "Well, don't follow me to practice arrows. As a man, he should practice swordsmanship, elegant and elegant, as a dragon. What's important is, he is super handsome."

Mo Wen nodded. "Then practice sword."

"But say it first." Qing Yuehuan reminded: "Looking at all the various paths, sword cultivators are the weakest and most difficult. They often don't get any rewards for their efforts and waste their great time in vain. Are you sure you want to practice swords?"

Don't ask, nodded. "Everything is as good as you want."

"Okay, I'll take you to a place where you practice swords, where you will have the best mentors to teach you personally, and you must study hard."

"I try my best."

Next, the two of them took a few bites casually, then got up and walked towards the sword dojo.

In the Qing family, each system has its own temple.

Not only are the facilities complete, but special tutors are also hired to teach. Various competitions are held every year and various rewards are issued to stimulate the children of the Qing family to move forward bravely.

The sword dojo that Qing Yuehuan brought Mo Wen to was the least trainee among all the dojos.

After all, swords are the most difficult to practice, and most of the time, it is not just possible to improve.

Therefore, basically few people practice swords. They would rather practice swords, guns, whips, and sticks than practice swords.

People who practice swordsmanship are just wasting their time.

There are only more than 30 students in the swordsman's swordsmanship. They are children of each branch and meridian of the Qing family. They are not old, and they are about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Now the tutor is teaching on Jianping. The originally quiet atmosphere is broken by Qing Yuehuan's appearance, and there are crazy screams!

"Oh my God, it's the young master, the young master is here to come to see us!"

"Why is the young master here today? Is it a big day or something big announced?"

"Maybe it's just coming to see us, knowing that we are practicing swordsmanship... Hey, look, there is still someone next to the young master."

Everyone immediately set their eyes on the man in black behind Qing Yuehuan.

This man looks really ordinary, but the most important thing is that he is actually a spiritless mortal. It really makes everyone wonder how such an ordinary person can be with the young master?

At this time, Qing Yuehuan took Mo Wen to the sword ping, and the instructor quickly stood up and bowed and said, "Old child, pay homage to the young master."

"Mr. Mo, please get up." Qing Yuehuan quickly helped him and said softly: "I'll introduce it. This is my friend, named Li San, who is very interested in swordsmanship. Today I will come here to ask Mr. Mo to allow him to join the swordsmanship."

What?

Come here, request?

Everyone was shocked.

Even Mr. Mo was stunned for a moment.

He hurriedly said, "What is the saying of the young master? The old man is eating this bowl of rice. If a young man is interested in swordsmanship, he will never refuse anyone. What's more, the young master respects me, so he has given this burden to me. The old man is too grateful to him, so how could he not agree?"

Qing Yuehuan bowed and saluted. "Old Mo was joking."

Turning to her beautiful eyes, she looked at Mo Wen.

"Young Master, what do you think?"

Everyone and Mr. Mo were stunned again.

The young master is actually asking for the man’s opinion?

They were all stupid.

"No objection." Mo Wen shook his head. "Everything is followed."

"Okay, then you will practice here and come to see you after I finish handling the matter."

After saying that, he blinked playfully and it was like a gust of breeze that was gone.

Looking at everyone again, everyone is irritated.

What's going on in this situation?

This Li San is too awesome, right?

"I just said how familiar the name is. It turns out that it is Li San, who is in a hot topic in Tianyong City."

"What kind of ecstasy soup did this guy drink for the young master? It's incredible."

"Oh, how can you and I guess the young master's thoughts... But then again, Li San is really lucky because of the ancestral tomb."

Everyone envies jealous and hates it.

Just be Li San as a human being, and you will have no regrets even if you die.

but.

"What's so great about it?" A girl in red hugged her hands and said, "He looks at least 2 to 3 years older than us, but she is still a useless man and can't jump for a few days."

Everyone doesn’t agree, but the world is too far away.

"Okay, let's be quiet." At this time, Old Mo waved his hand and the scene immediately became quiet.

He glanced at Mo Wen, with a calm expression: "Go and find a seat and sit down."

"Yes." Mo Wen turned around and walked to the last row, found a corner to sit down.

"Next, continue to give a lecture."

Mr. Mo continued to teach.

At the same time, a fat fat man with a big face next to Mo Wen suddenly hit him with his elbow. The starlight in his squinting eyes was shining, and he always admired him!

He whispered, "Hey, I said Brother Li, awesome, you can even catch our Aoxue Hanmei and Qingjue Wushuang Young Master. Can you teach me... Oh, no, how many tricks are you? Hey hey~"

As he said that, the fat man pulled open the Qiankun bag on his waist, took out a few pieces of ketchup from it, and handed it to Mo Wen reluctantly.

The latter did not obtain it, and shook his head and smiled. "I can't teach you what you want to learn, and I don't understand what you said."

"Hey, I think it's too little, right?" The fat man gritted his teeth and grabbed a handful of braised candy and some jerky meat from Qiankun's bag. "Here, this is all I have to eat. If you are not satisfied, I really have no choice."

Mo Wen frowned. "Hurry up and put it away. If the instructor sees this, you will be finished."

The fat man smiled. "Don't worry, we are in the last row, and the sir can't see us." At this time, the fat man was very proud. "I can tell you that this is not the first time I have done such a thing, it's all old..."

The words have not ended.

"Sir, I report that someone is stealing food, not listening to the class, talking nonsense."

A girl in red stood up and reported, pointing her jade hand fiercely at the fat man.

The fat man was frightened and cursed the girl in his heart.

The next moment, an angry voice came from the Jianping. "Qing Junjun, stand up for me!"

Qing Junjun's fat face drooped and gave up his life.

[Author's off-topic]: The contract has been signed almost in the past few days. At that time, I will update three times every day, please vote and comment, Oli~
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