Doomed, the whole sect begged me to come out of the mountain

Chapter 41
Mo Yu stood up and pressed down on Yu Junhao who was about to get up and be alert.

She was calm and composed, with a composed posture, which was not inferior to the elder in front of her at all, "It's me."

The elder laughed and stroked his beard, "Which sect are you from?"

"Tuoyuezong."

The elder looked at the neither humble nor overbearing woman in front of her. Her eyes were dark and she was calm and composed. This appearance actually reveals a faint temperament of an outsider, which is really amazing.

"Very good, come here, entertain all the disciples of the Tuoyue Sect."

He turned to look at Mo Yu, then smiled and put his hand on Mo Yu's shoulder, "As for you, come with me."

Without giving anyone a chance to react, the elder just flicked his sleeves lightly, and disappeared in front of everyone with Mo Yu.

The disciples of the Tuoyue Sect nervously stepped forward and asked Yu Junhao what to do.

But Yu Junhao just waved his hands, "It seems that our little junior sister is about to meet a chance."

Judging from the performance of that elder, Mo Yu should be right.

So, she actually solved Jin Yangzong's troubles for thousands of years?
There are more and more mysteries about this little junior sister...

Soon, some inner disciples of Jinyangzong came to receive the people from Tuoyuezong in person.

They politely invited, "Everyone, please move on. We have prepared a new house for a few independent masters. There are also high-quality spiritual fruits that can be eaten at will."

This can spoil the disciples of Shuiyunzong.

Receiving guests with spirit fruit is the highest hospitality in any sect.

People from the Shuiyun Sect were ridiculed and hostile everywhere when they came here. How could those who entrusted the Moon Sect receive such courteous treatment?

What did that Mo Yu do?He was even personally received by the elders of Jinyangzong?

Seeing the disciples of the Tuoyue Sect so triumphant, wishing that their nostrils were raised to the sky, the disciples of the Shuiyun Sect hate it!
Here, Mo Yu was taken to the depths of the bamboo forest in the back mountain.

The level of spiritual power here is much higher than that of the outside world.

Taking a deep breath, I felt that the spiritual power in my body began to move uncontrollably.

The distribution of bamboo in the forest seems to be messy, but in fact it has a lot of meaning.

Mo Yu knew at a glance that this was one of the word formations in the formation, the spirit-gathering ring.

Dozens of different formations are interlocking to form such a powerful earth array, which can defend, attack, and gather spiritual energy to keep alive.

The elder on the side noticed her expression and was a little surprised, "Do you know this formation?"

Mo Yu cleared his throat and shook his head, "I don't know, I haven't seen it, I don't know."

Three negatives are not convincing at all.

The elder laughed, "I really didn't expect that Wang Zhi would accept such an apprentice as you. Although his cultivation base is a little lower, it seems that the universe in his belly can completely offset the lack of cultivation."

Mo Yu suddenly discovered that his cheap master was very popular in the cultivation world, it seemed that everyone knew him.

She had heard Gong Man say before that the master used to be all-powerful, but he was a very popular figure.

How can a disciple of a first-rank sect have such great ability?
Why hasn't she heard of it?
The elder led Mo Yu along a long and narrow path. After passing through the bamboo forest, he came to a garden where Luan Ruo, dressed in white, was practicing his sword in the center.

Luan Ruowu's sword moves like flowing water, stabbing horizontally, and the gentle force can be transformed into monstrous force. This kind of control, precision and strength are well controlled.

Except for some deficiencies in the moves, there are four or five loopholes in one move, there is nothing wrong with the others.

This time, Luan Ruo seemed to be able to accurately display the essence of the Jinyangzong Kung Fu.

Powerful strength, extremely pure yang energy, can push away all filthy yin qi, and swallow all darkness with the most yang and pure qi in the world.

Mo Yu could tell at a glance that this was a mysterious swordsmanship technique with more explosive power but not enough follow-up power.

When the elder came over, Luan Ruo took the long sword back with a sword flower.

Turning around and seeing that Mo Yu was there, he was stunned.

"Okay." There was a round of applause among the flowers.

Several people followed the sound, only to see a scholar-like man walking over with a folding fan in his hand, smiling.

This person is the Suzerain of the Jinyang Sect, Kun He.

"Girl, it was you who proposed to use Tian Riyan to forge the natal magic weapon?"

Mo Yu nodded, "It's me."

She looked around, and this garden turned out to be a formation.

"I'm just talking nonsense, you don't need to listen, and I didn't tell you what to do, can you let me go back now?" Mo Yu looked up at Kunhe.

Her eyes were very calm, as if the person standing in front of her was not a fourth-grade sect's suzerain, a strong person at the fusion stage, but just an ordinary man.

This made Kunhe even more interested.

He smiled, "Girl, I didn't come to you this time to ask questions, but to... thank you."

Luan Ruo just took a step forward, and just finished practicing a set of sword skills, her cheeks were a little rosy, and her eyes looking at Mo Yu were sparkling, shining brightly.

"Miss Mo." He bowed his head and bowed, with a bit of joy in his voice.

"Thank you for your guidance this time. Only then can I make a breakthrough, and my ability to control the natal magic weapon has also improved to a higher level."

Kun He smiled and walked up to Luan Ruo and patted Luan Ruo on the shoulder, then raised his hands and waved his sleeves to invite Mo Yu to sit down in the pavilion.

Mo Yu is also not polite, since people have come to him, it would be a bit hypocritical to say that it has nothing to do with him now.

The two sat facing each other in the pavilion. Although Mo Yu had an immature face, if there was an aura that seemed to be revealed, he was still a bit mature.

Kunhe cut straight to the point, "Miss Mo, our sect has always felt powerless in controlling the natal magic weapon, but no one has ever thought that it might be because of the magic weapon itself. How did you think of it?"

Mo Yu took a sip of tea, "You guys, your thinking is too complicated."

"A lot of things have to be simple. The simpler you think, the better. Magical artifacts are forged with the most yin things, but the inner skills you practice are the most yang things. It's a very simple truth."

Simple……

Kunhe chuckled and shook his head.

Yes, they think too complicated.

Once there is a problem, they will suspect that something went wrong when they practiced the exercises, or there is a problem with the exercises themselves, but they only ignore the natal magic weapon itself.

"Thank you, Ms. Mo, for reminding me that this time, you have helped me a lot, but I don't know if you...can you do me a little favor?"

It's a bit embarrassing to say this.

He, an old guy who has lived for hundreds of years, came to seek help from a 15-year-old girl.

But fortunately, now everyone here is his own, and no one knows that he said such embarrassing things.

However, as soon as this thought fell, a clear voice floated leisurely in the air.

"Kunhe, you old bastard, you asked a 15-year-old girl for help. If this word got out, wouldn't it be laughed out of your mouth?"

(End of this chapter)