Evil Millet Bug: Nine-year-old Concubine

Chapter 53

It was the first time I saw the old man who was not serious all day long but had a very good temper. He was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him and called out words like "the grandson of a turtle". Sitting on the ground with his legs down, his head was lowered, and his face was strange: "I don't know you well, why do you have to be my master?"

When the old man Xuanji heard it, he laughed out loud: "Who said you girl and I don't know the old man well? I have lived for a hundred years, so I can't misread the old man. To be bumped into by the old man, it's not a coincidence, it's God. Sending you girl to the old man is destined, God is destined, haha! But then again, who bullied you? I thought it would take a long time to make you little girl obediently learn to be a teacher... "

The more the old man Xuanji talked, the more depressed he became. During this period of time, he closed the door and studied hard. He prepared dozens of plans by coercion and lure. I'm thinking, I haven't tried them all yet!

The corner of Shang Mo's mouth twitched faintly, and he glared at the old man Xuanji angrily: "Then are you still willing to accept me as an apprentice? You don't want me to go."

The little girl's mouth is still very hard, but seeing Shang Mo staring at her with puffy cheeks and blushing face, not to mention how cute, the old man Xuanji immediately grabbed Shang Mo's little hand, more excited than her: "Let's go, don't go!" It's a waste of time, I want to teach you what I have learned all my life, girl, you are a genius, and only you can get my true teaching."

Although this girl has a stubborn mouth and a bad temper, he can tell that, unlike the white-eyed wolves in this world who speak honey and swords, if this girl is willing to accept you, she will treat you as her own grandfather from the bottom of her heart.

"Don't waste time? Hey, hey, hey!" Shang Mo's face was black, and he stumbled and tumbled along the way being dragged and dragged by the old man Xuanji. The old man walked like flying, but now she was exhausted to the point where she couldn't even take one more step. Did he Excited too much...

"Of course you have to hurry up. The old man is over 100 years old, so there is no time to waste. What if the old man lives to the end but you haven't learned all the old man's skills?" Xuanji said anxiously, wishing to let Shang Mo Quan learned his lifelong martial arts.

Shang Mo paused, the little hand held by the old man Xuanji trembled, and turned his face away in silence.

Shang Mo's subtle reaction couldn't escape the eyes of the old man Xuanji. The old man nodded secretly, with a kind smile in his eyes. He said earlier that this child deserves his cheeky effort to abduct him into the teacher. Door.

Behind him, there are continuous peaks, clouds and mist, and misty rain.

The old man Xuanji stood with his hands behind his back, his bone fairy wind was full of chic and refined temperament, his long silver-white beard swayed in the wind, he nodded with a smile in his eyes.

Not far away, Shang Mo solemnly served tea and kowtowed: "Master."

The master's voice was extremely pleasant to hear, and the old man Xuanji took the tea served by Shang Mo with a smile on his eyebrows: "Disciple, learning martial arts is hard work, are you afraid?"

"Afraid?" Shang Mo raised his eyebrows arrogantly: "I haven't learned how to write this character yet."

Hearing this, the old man was even happier: "Okay! This is just like my old man Xuanji's apprentice, a good apprentice! With your qualifications, you can achieve a lot in a few years. As a teacher, you dare to be called the second in the world. No one dares to be number one in the world, my good disciple, you are following the right person!"

Shang Mo agreed with a smile, and the cold sweat had already swished down. Why didn't she find that the old man Xuanji was so narcissistic before?
In a few years?

Shang Mo squinted his eyes, showing his sharpness!

The old man Xuanji regarded her as a genius, but he just far underestimated her ability...

The twelfth lunar month is frosty, and the sharp cold wind is like a sharp knife. Every blow is painful. Yinshan Pass is as cold as ever, and it is the same in all seasons.

Another year of cold winter, I remember it was like this winter when I came, and five years have passed in a blink of an eye.

The cliffs are still dangerous and daunting, the cold wind is still biting, the dead branches and trees are broken, and the sun is dim. Everything is still exactly the same as when it came, but what has changed is...

On the cliff, a slender white figure stands proudly on it, the black silk like ink and silk has grown longer and longer, hanging down like splashed ink, her clothes are flapped by the strong wind, straight The back is like a green pine on a cliff, as stable as Mount Tai, unmoved by the wind.

The little girl who just reached the waist back then has grown into a more graceful figure, with a white dress, facing the vastness of the clouds, the wind whips up her silky hair, which is suffocating, like a fairy stepping on the clouds Leisurely looking down at the lights in the world.

A day in the mountains is like a thousand years in the world. In recent years, she has been obsessed with the profound mysteries of martial arts, and she has no idea what the scene outside Yinshan Pass is.

Shang Mo stood here without saying a word for an unknown amount of time, his bright eyes staring at the steep cliffs that could not be seen in the distance.

"Mo'er, well, it's not enough for the master to apologize to you, so you can talk to the master." Not far behind Shang Mo, the old man Xuanji in a navy blue robe is still tough and fairy-like, and his white hair is getting more and more silvery. The long silver-white beard in front of him is getting longer and longer.

The old man Xuanji begged for forgiveness from the girl who had stood silent for a long time. He and Moer were the only two in Yinshan Pass, and Moer had ignored him for two days. Unexpectedly, he lived a long time Well, it's not about dying, but about being depressed to death...

This little guy was only nine years old when he was his teacher, and now he has grown into a 14-year-old young girl. Seeing that she will be an adult next year, I don’t know how long I can keep her by my side. For this reason, the old man Xuanji has become more and more desperate in the past few years, and he will complain for several days when he sees Shang Mo not seeing him. As long as Shang Mo doesn't speak, the old man Xuanji will feel a sense of crisis.

But this time, he can't blame him for pissing off Mo'er. Mo'er is not a genius, absolutely not. To say she is a genius is because his old eyes are dim. Mo'er is simply a pervert!

I think he is a hundred years old old man Xuanji, who has achieved what he is now, although it is also related to his unreserved teaching, but Moer still can't escape the big hat of pervert, how old is she, she is only 14 years old what!It's only been a few years, only five years!

Mo'er was definitely born for martial arts. She has extremely high sensitivity. Many times he just started to give her advice, but this child is amazingly enlightened by following the vines, and even a master like him often gets what he gains. Unexpectedly, even when she encounters confusion, she can always inadvertently give advice, and he has no chance to show it. This makes him, a master, very embarrassed...

(End of this chapter)