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His left and right hands changed positions again, and said in a deep voice: "Strong and courageous, but also jealous, otherwise Yasheng would not have given him the title of 'Sage of Benevolence and Forgiveness' at the beginning. I just hope that he can treat the enemy with a certain kindness sometimes." The forgiving heart of a benevolent man who loves others..." At this point, he paused and said: "This is his strength, but it is also his flaw, a flaw that cannot be made up..."

"Master, what do you mean..." Hearing these words, Wan Jun seemed to speak casually: "As the saying goes, a strong tree breaks, and a strong soldier perishes. Could it be that you want to inspire the bravery of the benevolent and forgiving sages?" On the one hand, do you fight alone with you?"

"Yes, fight alone!" As if inspired by Jun Jun's words, Mo Lijian slapped his palm and laughed, "If that's the case, as a teacher, there is a [-]% chance that I can capture this man alive." people."

"Why is master so conceited? You must know that this Mo Jun has been fighting in the academy for three consecutive years. He didn't overwhelm the heroes and become a sword master. His eyes have changed a bit.

"Hmph, so what about the Grand Sword Master? How can a person who doesn't know how to adapt be an opponent as a teacher? After all, actual combat is not a ring, where one can follow the rules in everything. But..." Speaking of this, Mo Lijian, the sage of Heavenly Punishment, He licked his own lips, stared at his apprentice, walked over step by step, and immediately embraced Jun Jun's slender waist, looked at the female disciple who was blushing and lowered her head, gently She squeezed her ear, put it close to her ear, and said with a chuckle: "Mr. Wan, you said you thought of such a good idea for Master, how should I reward you, Master..."

The sun was setting and the night was beginning to fall. At the edge of the Great Mogansha Lake in the Jedi Desert, in a bonfire, three people tied three camels together and sat down around the bonfire.

Since joining Duan Jiuxiao's Beilang mercenary group, at least Qin Guyue will not eat wild sweet potatoes and potatoes. Naturally, there are ready-made dried meat, dry food and fresh water in Xumi Space.

Sitting around the bonfire, pick out a few pieces of relatively tender dried meat, skewer them and roast them on the bonfire, which is also a delicacy.

Seeing Qin Guyue's index finger twitching, Mo Jun, who was already able to stop eating these inferior foods, couldn't help it, and went with Qin Guyue with a shy face, and followed what Qin Guyue said. Sprinkled with salt and spices, just like the one you eat, you can't stop. [

This time, next to the bonfire, Shangguan Tianqi, who was sitting across from the two of them and had been resting with his eyes closed, couldn't sit still. For a period of time, he didn't even drink much alcohol, and basically didn't eat meat. Whenever he had time, he meditated.

Qin Guyue knew that Da Chu had a famous dish called "Immortal Jumping Over the Wall". It was said that even the exiled immortals couldn't help but take advantage of their appetites, let alone this Shangguan Tianqi.

At this moment, smelling the aroma of the barbecue, Shangguan Tianqi slowly opened his eyes, looked at the two people in front of him who wanted to eat all the skewers on the skewers, and frowned, "Is it so delicious?"

An honest person like Mo Jun, how could he know that Shangguan Tianqi's words are a typical mentality of saying that grapes are sour when he can't eat grapes? After roasting on the fire for a while, they handed it to Shangguan Tianqi without any explanation, and finally sprinkled salt and spices on him graciously and said: "Senior, why don't you try it too?" , it’s delicious!”

This is really a pain for Shangguan Tianqi, the delicious food is in his hand, he really doesn't want to eat it, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't eat it.

His eyes were fixed on the jerky like this, as if he was looking at an opponent. Finally, he was anxious, and his thoughts of Qingxiu gained the upper hand, and there was a "click", maybe it was I missed it, maybe it was intentional, but the meat skewer fell directly on the sand.

Immediately, he showed a relieved expression, sighed and said: "It's dirty, don't eat it..."

"Hey!" Seeing this scene, Qin Guyue walked up to Shangguan Tianqi, picked up the meat skewer, skillfully put it on the bonfire and roasted it, and said casually, "I said senior, You can't eat meat yourself, don't throw it on the ground, waste things!"

"I'll go, who said I can't eat meat!" Shangguan Tianqi was impatient.

"Then why don't you just eat a bunch of them! Why throw them on the ground? I wonder if Brother Mo hasn't eaten a few skewers himself?" Qin Guyue glanced at Shangguan Tianqi, but also refused to budge.

This moment made Mo Jun very helpless. He knew this pair of master and apprentice. Whichever one he took out was a living treasure. Not to mention the bad water, they were all masters who could at least harm the whole place, but for some reason , as soon as they get together, trivial matters can be quarreled, as if no one is convinced in their bones...

Usually Shangguan Tianqi is taciturn and cherishes words like gold, especially during the three days and nights when Qin Guyue disappeared. fry.

At least there was a Duan Jiuxiao to help in the quarrel before. Now it’s all right. Duan Jiuxiao went back to Mengzhong City and lived a happy life of hugging his wife in one hand, counting money in the other, and humming ditties while drinking. Mo Jun can’t persuade him If you move these two people, you have to watch it as a monkey show, and when the pair of master and apprentice quarrel enough, they will break up.

Sure enough, after more than a dozen rounds of verbal confrontation, Qin Guyue angrily picked up the skewered meat, returned to her seat, and complained to Mo Jun as soon as she sat down: "What kind of person, if you don't eat it yourself, you don't give it to others."

Mo Jun immediately smiled noncommittally, and neither party should be offended. You must know that if he said a word, he might bring trouble on himself. Mo Jun is not Qin Guyue. Open your mouth, I'm afraid you can't even say Shangguan Tianqi, a fox! [

Qin Guyue herself also got bored, so she had no choice but to vent her anger on the meat skewers, biting every bite very fiercely, and kept chewing her teeth up and down in her mouth after biting, as if eating the real thing , and his eyes were still staring at Shangguan Tianqi in front of him, as if what he was eating was not beef or sheep, but Shangguan Tianqi's meat.

It's a pity that Luohua is interested in flowing water, Shangguan Tianqi's eyes are watching his nose, his nose is watching his mouth, and his mouth is watching his heart. He looks like he is sitting in meditation, and the old god is there. How can he take Qin Guyue's eyes seriously?

When the bunch of jerky was finally finished, Qin Guyue was also exhausted. She leaned back slightly and fell on the dry sand. He clicked his mouth a few times, but he spoke to Mo Jun beside him. "Brother Mo..."

"Huh?" As if he didn't expect Qin Guyue to talk to him, Mo Jun was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head from the meat skewer, and responded to Qin Guyue: "Guyue, what's the matter?"

"Brother Mo, why do you say that Confucianism always sends saints lower than your level to kill you?" Qin Guyue raised her head, looked at the stars in the sky and said, "Although the Sage Academy is full of talents, but A saint is at least a star-level powerhouse, the sky is full of stars, but the number of star-level powerhouses is still an outstanding elite compared with hundreds of millions of sentient beings, wouldn't this be the death of one's own disciples?"

Hearing Qin Guyue's words, Mo Jun said with a faint smile: "I guess maybe they don't want to make a big deal out of it, after all, I was the leader of the Academy Association for three consecutive years, even if I send a sage, I will It may not be my opponent, but if a sage falls from the Sage Academy, I am afraid that the whole Tianzhou will be shaken, right? And I am afraid that I will never be able to cover up the matter. Sage Academy, a sage defected, a sage If you die, I am afraid that your status will drop sharply, and other forces that are hostile to the Sage Academy will also attack and take advantage of the opportunity."

Speaking of this, Mo Jun wiped the greasy mouth with his sleeve and said: "So, send some star-level saints to assassinate me in twos and threes. Even if they fail, not many people will notice if they fall. After all, saints are also disciples, walking around, and performing some of the most difficult tasks, there will still be casualties every year, but once you succeed in assassinating me, then..."

He smiled lightly, squeezed the bamboo stick in his hand, held it horizontally in his hand, and said like holding a sword: "It should solve a serious problem of their confidant, and then they can tell the world to forgive the sages." Mr. Mo has passed away, and as long as the disciples who know about it are cleaned up again, no one will know about me again."

"Yes, this is the usual way of Confucianism." Qin Guyue nodded, sat up, looked at Mo Jun beside the bonfire and asked again: "Brother Mo, you said that Confucianism will send saints next time?" Are gangsters here to assassinate you?"

"Without the mysterious black-clothed swordsman before, I think such tentative assassinations would continue, but..." He turned his face sideways and stared at the desert that had been completely plunged into darkness, as if looking at the desert. Black-clothed swordsmen generally: "Now that we have another mysterious and unpredictable star-level powerhouse here, it is different from sending moths to the flame. After all, three star-level saints Saints, there may still be a chance of winning against a strong Xingjie, but if there are two or three Xingjies, then such behavior is courting death."

"Is the Sage Academy finally sending sages?" Qin Guyue asked with wide eyes.

Mo Jun's eyes still retracted, and he looked at the raging bonfire in front of him again, indifferently as if he was saying something insignificant and insignificant: "I feel that they will!"