Chapter 9 Goodbye Lin Yang
Mo Qingkuang came from the distant mountain road covered with dust, smelled the fragrance of flowers on the Qionghua Mountains, and breathed a long sigh of relief.
The Qionghua Mountains, as the name suggests, is a sea of flowers that are so beautiful. The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. In the past, it was a good place for boys and girls in Xuannancheng to go on an outing.
If it hadn't been for the emergence of the King's Tomb, all forces would have come to destroy this wonderful atmosphere, making this beautiful scenery that usually breeds laughter a little more tense.
At this moment, Mo Qingkuang's appearance has changed drastically. His skin is dark, his eyes are narrow, and there is a small hemorrhoid on the back of his neck.
This was all due to the quelling of the civil strife in the Mo family, and the system rewarded Mo Fan with a god-level makeup technique and a makeup box.
He dressed Mo Qingkuang like an ordinary black boy, and no longer had the demeanor of the rich boy before.
There were a lot of people in the valley, forces from all sides set up camp, destroying the beautiful scenery, and the sound of loud talks could be heard endlessly.
"Elder Liu, here you go, who has entered your family?"
"Master Li, only a few incompetent boys from our Iron Sand Gang have entered. The restrictions on this ghost mausoleum are really weird. No one over eighteen years old can enter."
"Yes, the few young men of our Zhanqi Sect who are of the same age are just entering the realm of martial arts for the first time, so I am afraid it will be difficult for them to achieve anything."
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Although Nanzhou is within the jurisdiction of the Yuanjian Sect, there are also many small forces within the territory that rely on it. Such an opportunity is also an opportunity for these small forces to rise.
At that time, the Yuan Sword Sect also grew from a small power and accidentally obtained the inheritance of the Taishang Sword Palace in ancient times, thus rising to become one of the few super sects in the world.
Mo Qingkuang walked around the area under Mo Fan's cautious reminder, but did not hear any news of the Yuan Sword Sect's arrival. When he returned to the entrance, he found a crowd of people gathered there.
It’s Yuan Jian Sect! There are many people from Yuanjian Sect, nearly a hundred boys and girls, probably all the new disciples of this class are here.
Lin Yang and Chu Yanran were also among them. They both put on the gray robes worn by the outer disciples of Yuanjian Sect, but their cultivation level was not very high and they were inconspicuous.
Seeing Lin Yang among the new disciples of the Yuanjian Sect, he was still so thin and low-key, and his eyes really shone like gems.
And Chu Yanran, who chatted quietly with her and behaved intimately, was also radiant and laughing.
Mo Qingkuang's body hidden under the cloak couldn't help but tremble. Through the hanging black gauze, Mo Qingkuang's eyes were blood red, and deep resentment was projected from his eyes, which was imprinted on Lin Yang from afar.
"What? Are you jealous?" Mo Fan chuckled.
"Old ancestor, Chu Yanran is a bitch. I always respond to her requests, but she ignores her! Is it possible that I, the noble young head of the Mo family, can't compare to Lin Yang, that bitch from the small family?" Mo Qingkuang looked ferocious.
"Haha, I licked the dog till the end, and I don't know anything." Mo Fan said calmly.
"Licking dog? What is that?"
"Um...a very common creature. They are generally male. They respond to the opposite sex's requests and try their best to flatter them. As a result, they are often used as a free supplier of resources by the other party, but they do not get the right to mate."
"How come I've never heard of it? But this image deserves to be called that. It must be a species that existed during the lifetime of our ancestors." Mo Qingkuang nodded thoughtfully.
Mo Fan laughed and educated: "Woman, you must not be spoiled, you will get into trouble! If you don't fight for three days, you will go to the house and uncover the tiles. You have to learn this from Lin Yang. Do you think he likes it?" It seems that other girls do this, especially those who have grown up in the entertainment industry. This is called playing hard to get. "
"Lin Yang!" Mo Qingkuang sighed and flattered sincerely, "Young man, I must have learned a lesson. My ancestor must have won the hearts of many proud girls in the world with his hard-to-get tricks."
"Ahem..." Mo Fan wanted to strangle this descendant who couldn't even flatter him!
I am an online article writer, a nerd among otakus. I have never even been in love. Inexplicably, I have the offspring of a large family, and all of them are as stupid as pigs and cannot even flatter me!
But on the surface, Mo Fan couldn't be exposed and said ambiguously: "If I were like you, where did this Mo family come from?"
Lin Yang in the crowd felt strange and felt a chill down his spine, as if someone was watching him. He took a quick look around, but found that there was no suspicious person, so he had to give up.
"Deacon Feng, long time no see, you still look charming!"
"Deacon Feng, are these the disciples of Yuanjian Sect this year? They are all the best among men!"
"Ah! Yuanjian Sect has sent so many disciples this time. We young ones may have to study with the prince."
A group of people gathered around the middle-aged man in the center and flattered and complimented him. He must have been the leader of the Yuan Jian Sect this time.
Deacon Feng was about forty years old, with a tall figure and a long beard caressing his chin. His eyes were sharp and a little proud.
He smiled, stroking his beard, and exchanged greetings with the leaders of several small sects around him, then turned to the disciples and said sternly: "This entrance competition will be held in the mausoleum of King Nianhua! Who can get it?" If you pick up the flower treasure mirror, you can directly become an inner disciple, and the rest will all be outer disciples!"
"Yes!" The disciples obeyed the order and filed in, entering the mausoleum of King Nianhua.
"Deacon Feng, the Yuan Jian Sect is really a great artist. They actually set up this entry-level competition in the dangerous tomb of Nianhua King. You know, in secret realms like this, murders and treasure snatchings happen from time to time. Don't be afraid of the Yuan Jian Sect. A heavy loss?" At this time, a discordant voice suddenly came from the crowd.
A middle-aged man with a white face and wearing a silk palace costume, holding a whisk in his hand, stood out from the crowd.
This middle-aged man had a white face and no beard, and his voice was sharp and feminine, just like a eunuch serving in the palace.
"Oh, it turns out to be Eunuch Huang. What's the matter? The royal family also wants to get involved in the secret realm of my Nanzhou?" Steward Feng was stunned for a moment when he saw the person coming, and then sneered.
Seeing that Steward Feng was so unreasonable, Eunuch Huang pinched his orchid finger and cursed: "The whole world belongs to the king. In your opinion, this Nanzhou does not belong to my Tianxuan territory? Or do you think so in your Yuanjian Sect?"
When these words came out, everyone in the room was shocked, and Steward Feng's face changed. Although the autonomy of each state is tacitly allowed. But in name, they are still the people of Tianxuan. As long as they haven't completely torn their faces, who dares to be the first traitor?
"Please forgive me, Eunuch. I made a mistake." Steward Feng bowed his hands reluctantly. The sect's plan should not be caused by words.
Eunuch Huang heard this and knew that he could not do anything to him. He snorted coldly: "Hmph, Steward Feng should be more careful in his words in the future. Don't bring trouble to yourself."
"Thank you for your teachings, Eunuch Huang. I hope that the royal family who enters the mausoleum this time will be as powerful as our Tianxuan Empire." Steward Feng was embarrassed and looked for another angle to fight back.
Most of the outstanding talents in the Tianxuan Empire flocked to the four major sects, and the overall quality of talents that the royal family could recruit was indeed slightly inferior.
Eunuch Huang's face became even darker: "Who is better or worse, we will know after the results come out. Maybe this time, no disciple of Yuanjian Sect can be promoted to the inner sect?"