"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
In the woods of the back mountain, bursts of collision sounds continued to be heard, and at the same time a cloud of smoke was stirred up.
"Good boy, I haven't seen you for a few days, but I have improved a bit."
As the smoke cleared, a man in a soft satin robe looked at Mo Xia and said.
Mo Xia, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, didn't respond, but just set his posture seriously and watched the other party seriously.
At this time, another man in a round-neck robe appeared behind Mo Xia and said, "Mo Xia, don't say that the brothers won't give you a chance, as long as you apologize now, you can save yourself a beating."
Mo Xia stood with his sword in his hand, and replied, "I did nothing wrong, why should I apologize?"
"I told you last time, when someone is watching, you should take it easy when playing chess with senior brother. It seems that you didn't listen at all."
"I just take every game seriously."
"Okay, then senior brother will teach you today, whether it is important to take every game of chess seriously, or to respect senior brother."
The man in the soft satin robe flicked his long stick after speaking, and jumped into the air. At the same time, another man in a round collar robe attacked Mo Xia from behind.
Under the situation of being attacked from the front and back, Mo Xia could only defend the space behind him with all his strength, but he got a solid blow on the shoulder.
Hearing a crisp sound, Mo Xia knew that his right shoulder blade was broken.
With a sound of "clang", the sword in Mo Xia's hand fell to the ground. He didn't cry out in pain, but felt very wronged in his heart.
He just played chess seriously, and just told the other party how to deal with it correctly, but why did he always attract such vicious beatings.
'Perhaps that's why the senior brother never had contact with them. '
Knowing that she was powerless to resist, Mo Xia put her head in her hands and protected the Tianling Gai.
And just when Mo Xia was about to endure the pain, he suddenly heard a thunder, and then heard the two senior brothers startled at the same time: "Wu... Deacon Wu!?"
Surprised, Mo Xia slowly raised his head, only to see a long-clothed man with half-silver and half-black hair standing in front of him. Although he usually doesn't care much about Zongmen's affairs, he also knows that this unparalleled Zongmen door star.
"I've met Deacon Wu." Mo Xia got up and saluted with one hand.
"Injured?" Wu Qingce glanced at Mo Xia's right shoulder and asked.
"It's just a small injury..."
Although it is difficult to understand how the person whom the senior brother likes can be bullied by these miscellaneous fish, no matter what, how could Wu Qingce, who proclaimed himself a big disciple, see his senior brother being bullied.
So he looked at the other two and said, "Who did it?"
The soft satin robe disciple swallowed his saliva, he never expected that the chess nerd Mo Xia would have such a strong backer.
"Reporting to Deacon Wu, I...we're just exchanging skills, Mo Xia, right?"
Before Mo Xia could open his mouth, Wu Qingce grinned, showing his white teeth and said with a smile: "Skills competition, right? What Wu Qingce likes most in my life is to learn skills with others. Come on, which one of you will go first?"
The soft satin robe disciple immediately waved his hand and said, "Deacon Wu is joking, how dare we compete with you."
"Why, do you have to bully the weak and fear the strong in the competition?" Wu Qingce asked with a smile.
"No, no, Deacon Wu, you misunderstood, we really just..."
"Stop talking nonsense, take the sword!"
After Wu Qingce finished speaking, his figure moved, and he charged towards the soft satin robe disciple like a thunderbolt.
The cultivation level of the soft satin robe disciple was no more than that of a great mystic master. He could not be Wu Qingce's opponent.
"Deacon Wu, please forgive me, Deacon Wu, please forgive me." The man in the soft satin robe who felt that his upper body was almost paralyzed begged for mercy repeatedly.
"Stop embarrassing yourself there. If you really want to survive, use your skills. I only use 30% of my strength to fight you. If you can survive ten moves, then forget it."
After hearing this, the man in the soft satin robe knew that today's matter could not be done well, so he simply bit the bullet and said, "Then please Deacon Wu keep his promise."
"Very well, I'm not a rat at all, look at the sword!"
Seeing Deacon Wu stabbing with his sword again, the soft satin robe disciple had only one thought in his mind.
"This is 30% power!?"
The moment the sword was hit on his shoulder, the man in the soft satin robe immediately raised his stick and swept towards Wu Qingce, but in just a blink of an eye, only an afterimage of Wu Qingce was left in front of him.
"what!"
The man in the soft satin robe who felt the sword in his back screamed in pain, and at the same time swept his stick towards the back, but it was swept away again.
While he was wondering, he received another blow to his calf.
Just as the man in the soft satin robe was about to scream in pain, he felt a firm slap on his chest, and he couldn't make a sound for a while.
"You are weak at pointing sticks, not good at sweeping sticks, your steps are loose, your reactions are slow, and none of your movements are decent."
After speaking, Wu Qingce increased his strength and knocked the man in the soft satin robe to the ground.
"You are so inexperienced, you don't know how to practice hard, but you bully juniors who are lower than yourself, I blush for you!"
"Cough! Cough!"
He suddenly coughed up a big mouthful of blood, but the man in the soft satin robe didn't dare to reply at all, he nodded repeatedly and said, "What the deacon teaches is what the deacon teaches."
Putting Wan Jun away, Wu Qingce looked at the round-collared disciple again and said, "It's your turn."
"I give up, I give up, I beg Deacon Wu to forgive me..."
"Look at the palm!"
…
A moment later, the man in the round collar with several broken bones in his upper body fell to the ground begging for mercy.
"Go back and practice hard, and if I see you committing crimes, it will be as simple as breaking a few bones and spitting blood."
"Yes, yes, we don't dare anymore, never dare again."
After the two finished speaking, they scrambled and left the woods.
Seeing the two running away, Wu Qingce touched Mo Xia's shoulder and said, "Well, the injury is not serious, so bear with it a little."
After speaking, I exerted all my strength on my right hand, only to hear a crisp "crack".
Mo Xia, who had always felt that she was in a dream, finally came to her senses, looked at Wu Qingce and bowed, "Thank you, Deacon Wu, for your help."
"It's a trivial matter. If you encounter such a thing next time, you will..."
Wu Qingce just wanted to say my name, but felt that if his brother found out about this, he would definitely be scolded, so he took out a whistle from the Qiankun ring and threw it at Mo Xia, saying: "You just blow this whistle, protect me!" You're fine."
Reaching out to catch the whistle, Mo Xia thanked him first, then couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked: "Deacon Wu... did we know each other before?"
After hearing this, Wu Qingce seemed to understand why Mo Xia was bullied by this kind of miscellaneous fish. It seemed that he hadn't formally returned to his senior brother's sect. This time, the senior brother asked him to pick him up, which was the real "worship to the top of the mountain".
Seeing this really cute young boy, Wu Qingce's eldest brother Fan got up immediately, patted Mo Xia on the shoulder and said, "It doesn't matter whether we knew each other before, but we will be good brothers from now on, let's go, big brother will take you there first." nice place."
"This... I don't know where Deacon Wu is taking me?"
Seeing Mo Xia's embarrassed look of not knowing whether to retreat or not, Wu Qingce smiled and said, "You will know when you come."
After Wu Qingce finished speaking, he blew his whistle, and the blood shadow beast squatting outside immediately rushed over, carrying the two of them back to the swamp.
Mo Xia came to the thatched cottage with a panicked expression on his face. Wu Qingce cupped his hands towards Jiang Bei and said, "Brother, someone brought it here."
Turning his head, Jiang Beiran looked at the dumbfounded Mo Xia and waved, "Come and sit."
Mo Xia really felt his brain went blank at this moment, and the continuous shock made him a little confused whether he was in a dream or in reality.
First of all, the entire sect, no, it should be said that the most prosperous leader of the younger generation in the entire Sheng Kingdom helped him out, and even recognized himself as a brother. When I thought this was unbelievable enough, this leader suddenly brought himself in front of his senior brother, and even The appearance of being respectful to the senior brother.
'This… '
Although Mo Xia admires his senior brother very much, he actually knows very little about him. He only knows that his chess skills are very, very high, and that he rarely stays in the sect. emperor.
'Could it be that Deacon Wu is the brother's imperial bodyguard? '
"Mo Xia, senior brother is calling you."
Just when Mo Xia fell into endless doubts, she suddenly heard Deacon Wu whispering to herself.
"oh oh."
Mo Xia nodded immediately, and walked towards the senior brother.
"hiss!"
Because she was too shocked just now, Mo Xia didn't pay attention to her surroundings, but when she got closer, she found a corpse lying on the ground.
'Brother... did you kill someone? '
Feeling his heart beating faster, Mo Xia swallowed his saliva, gasped heavily and cupped his hands, "See you, brother."
Nodding, Jiang Beiran told Mo Xia the ins and outs of Tian Ge's incident, including the Lanruo Temple incident and the subsequent encounter with ghosts.
After hearing this, Mo Xia was naturally even more confused. He never thought that there are ghosts in this world, and there are still people who can see ghosts.
After waiting for a while, it felt like Mo Xia had almost finished digesting it, and then Jiang Beiran continued: "I called you this time because I have something to ask for your help."
"Me?" Mo Xia pointed at herself suspiciously.
"That's right, it's you."
Seeing that Mo Xia fell into shock again, Jiang Beiran continued: "I need someone who can learn the art of controlling ghosts, and you are the candidate in my mind."
Wu Qingce on the side couldn't help showing envy after hearing this, and secretly lamented why he didn't have the talent in this area.
"Controlling... ghosts?" Mo Xia asked in confusion.
"Well, but before learning, I have a few things to clarify with you." Jiang Beiran raised a finger while speaking: "One, after learning the art of controlling ghosts, you will be my disciple. You must obey my orders first and foremost."
"Second, after learning how to control ghosts, you will see ghosts floating in the world. Before you get used to it, you may be a little scared."
"Three, you should be involved in a lot of troubles in the future, so I hope you will think clearly before making a decision."
After asking, Jiang Beiran thought that Mo Xia would need some time to think about it, but he never thought that he would respond instantly: "Brother... If I learn this technique of controlling ghosts, can you spend more time playing chess with me?"
Jiang Beiran couldn't help being taken aback by this answer, and then laughed loudly: "Hahaha, okay, I agree to this condition."
"Meet Master!"
Just as Mo Xia was about to kneel on the ground, Jiang Beiran grabbed his clothes, "Don't kneel, and we will still be called brothers from now on, so we don't need to be called master."
"Yes!" Mo Xia replied.
"Okay, now I'm going to activate the soul power for you, it may hurt a little, bear with it."
Although he didn't know what the senior brother said about activating the soul power, Mo Xia nodded and said: "Yes, I'm ready."
With a breath, Jiang Beiran controlled his mental power and slowly wrapped Mo Xia.
Half an hour later, Jiang Beiran looked at Mo Xia, whose expression remained unchanged, not knowing what to say.
Although he guessed that Mo Xia's mental power might be very strong, he didn't expect it to be so strong.
The reason why Jiang Beiran asked Mo Xia to try it was because he was very smart. At least in Go, he showed an overall view far beyond ordinary people. Secondly, he was very resilient. The second time was heartbroken.
But he can always recover in an instant and continue to challenge himself.
Facts proved that Jiang Beiran's guess was correct. Mo Xia's mental power was very strong, so strong that he could bear the impact of mental power for half an hour without pain.
This also made Jiang Beiran no longer have any scruples and increased his mental strength again.
An hour and a half later, with Mo Xia's growl, Jiang Beiran withdrew his mental power.
'Successful, no, it should be said too successful'
Although I don't know if the longer it takes, the better, but the moment Jiang Beiran helped Mo Xia's mental power to lift the restriction, he felt his turbulent spiritual power ocean, which was definitely stronger than Tian Ge.
At this time, Mo Xia, who had just activated his soul power, only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and there was still a "buzzing" sound in his brain.
After a while, Mo Xia finally regained his composure. Just as he was about to call his senior brother, he saw a little girl tilting her head and looking at her.
Seeing that Mo Xia's eyes were focused on her face, Qingqing immediately clapped her hands towards Jiang Beiran and said, "Good uncle, good uncle, he can see me now."
Just when Mo Xia was a little confused about the situation, another extremely terrifying face broke into his sight.
"Wow!"
Mo Xia, who was terrified by those scarlet eyes, hurriedly hid behind her senior brother, closed her eyes and kept trembling.
'That's how humans should react when they see me. '
Just when the female ghost was secretly proud, she suddenly felt a strong mental force, and she fell to the ground and rolled in pain.
"Ouch! I was wrong! I was wrong! Your Majesty, spare your life! Your Majesty, spare your life! I dare not do it again."
Jiang Beiran: "Get out of here."
"Hey! I'm going to go now, I'm going to go now."
When the female ghost fled in a hurry, Jiang Beiran turned to look at Mo Xia and said, "It seems that you can already see them."
"Then... is that a ghost?" Mo Xia asked in shock.
"Well, from now on, you should be dealing with them every day."
"I… "
Seeing Mo Xia's hesitant to speak, Jiang Beiran encouraged him, "It will definitely be uncomfortable at first, but soon you will find that they are actually quite friendly, right, Qingqing."
After hearing this, Qingqing immediately jumped in front of Mo Xia and shouted, "Yes! Qingqing is very willing to be your friend."
Looking at the cute little Qingqing, Mo Xia felt a little more relaxed.
"Okay, now that you can see them, it's time to learn how to cultivate and control them, and you have to listen carefully to what I say next."
"Yes, brother!"