After the abusive husband became enlightened, the fox demon master turned black

The gossip is getting more and more outrageous,
"Who are you talking nonsense!" Sang Mo shouted, rushed into the crowd and pulled out the gossiping disciple.

"What did you just say?!"

The disciple was frightened and said hurriedly: "I didn't say anything!"

Sang Mo kicked him hard. The disciple was also a young master from an aristocratic family. He had never been beaten since he was a child. He immediately got angry and hit Sang Mo.

Sang Mo stretched out his hand and squeezed his fist, twisted it behind him, then raised his foot sideways and kicked the crook of his knee, subduing him instantly.

"Are you worthy of speaking about my master?"

Seeing that he couldn't break free, the disciple didn't dare to use his spiritual power to make things worse. "Everyone says so, you have the ability to prove it to everyone, otherwise it will be difficult to convince everyone."

Sang Mo snorted coldly, "You say I'm a waste, so who do you think you are when I subdue you?"

The disciple was stunned for a moment, and then said unconvinced: "I was just careless for a moment. If you are capable, you can only beat me in the martial arts competition!"

Sang Mo let go and kicked him on the back, "Okay, if I win, you will learn how a duck walks and turns around in the entire competition field."

The disciple staggered after being kicked. After he managed to stand still, he turned back angrily, "Okay!"

When the matter reached this point, Song Yu's goal had been achieved. He came over in a peaceful manner and said, "Oh, we are all senior brothers. Don't fight over such a trivial matter."

Sang Mo yelled loudly: "Get out! It was you who stirred up the matter. Why are you pretending to be a good person now?"

Song Yu's mouth twitched, "I just wanted to ask you if you want to participate in the martial arts tournament..."

Halfway through his words, he felt guilty.

The disciple who was beaten in the first place also realized that something was wrong at this moment, and he stared at Song Yu with a scrutinizing gaze.

Song Yu paused, and intuitively felt that he must side with the disciple who was beaten in the first place.

"In this way, I will also participate. If I lose, how about I also walk around the competition arena and learn how to walk like a duck?"

As soon as these words came out, all the disciples who were dissatisfied and jealous of Sang Mo were mobilized, and they all took the lead bravely, "I will participate too."

Seeing this, Sang Mo curled his lips and smiled, "In that case, let's establish a written document to prevent some people from not recognizing it!"

"Okay, what should you do if you lose?"

Sang Mo said: "If I lose, how about I follow the example of a duck and walk all the way through Changli Mountain?"

Changli Mountain has five peaks and 33 temples in the middle. Roads extend in all directions. It would take a person three or four days to walk normally.

She was so brazen that she wanted to walk like a duck crouching all the way through Changli Mountain, and it even cost her half her life.

Seeing Sang Mo's willingness to go out, everyone immediately agreed.

"Junior sister, no." Bai Mucheng walked in front of Sang Mo, preparing to have a big quarrel with those disciples and make the matter worse.

She had seen Sang Mo fighting evil spirits in the ruined temple, and knew that Sang Mo was powerful, but there were so many new disciples who didn't know what their abilities were, so making a rash bet like this would have a high risk of failure.

Sang Mo patted her hand and told her not to worry.

Soon, some disciples who did not mind the excitement volunteered to bring paper and pen.

Everyone made their signatures one after another.

Then the paper was divided into two, one half was kept by Sang Mo, and the other half was held by Song Yu.

During dinner, Bai Mucheng still looked worried, "You are too impulsive. How embarrassing it is to imitate a duck in the entire Changli Mountain!"

"I won't dare to say that you are my good friend from now on."

Sang Mo sat next to her. After hearing this, he licked his face and leaned towards her, "Give up. The whole world will know that we are good."

"Can you really win?" Bai Mucheng asked.

Sang Mo gnawed on the chicken leg and said, "Of course, when the time comes for them to learn to walk like a duck, you will drive them away with a whip and let them learn to quack like a duck."

Bai Mucheng seemed to believe it, but then she remembered another thing, "How is Elder Jiangxiao doing recently? Is the leader still targeting him?"

Sang Mo sighed after hearing this, "Yes, he works until midnight every day before returning to Changwuju."

Bai Mucheng hammered the table angrily, "That's too much. Did Elder Jiangxiao tell me how to deal with it?" Sang Mo was about to speak, but for some reason, she suddenly felt a little weird, but she couldn't tell what was wrong. He just changed his subject and said, "I don't know. I've been so busy these days that I haven't even seen him a few times. How do I know what his plans are."

After dinner, Sang Mo returned to Changli Mountain alone.

Shen Yanqing hasn't come back yet.

Sang Mo pushed open the door of his bedroom and saw that his quilt was neatly folded, and the bed looked like he hadn't slept in a long time.

The clothes basket is piled up like a mountain, and the incense burner is full of ashes.

Sang Mo wiped the table and poured out the ashes in the incense burner.

When Sang Mo picked up the pile of dirty clothes and planned to wash them, he suddenly saw a yellow hair.

Just stick to a piece of green clothing.

Shen Yanqing seemed to have worn that dress yesterday afternoon when he went to the leader's main peak.

Are there animals with yellow fur on the main peak?

no?
In his previous life, Sang Mo had seen Shen Yanqing's prototype, which was a pure white nine-tailed fox. This fur couldn't be his.

Sang Mo picked up the hair and examined it carefully. He found that the hair was smooth and slender, rather like the hair on the tip of a wolf brush.

She walked over and took out a brush from Shen Yanqing's pen holder. She compared it and found that there was almost no difference between the two.

She shook her head and thought: Maybe the brush has lost its hair.

On the second day, the martial arts tournament opened.

Heads of major aristocratic families arrived one after another.

Sang Mo and Bai Mucheng welcomed the guests at the mountain gate.

Sang Mo was responsible for accepting the invitations, while Bai Mucheng distributed the tokens.

The mountain wind blew the umbrellas used by the two of them to protect themselves from the sun. Sang Mo stood up and adjusted the bamboo umbrella, but the strong wind was really strong. In order to prevent the umbrella from being blown away by the strong wind, Sang Mo decided to take the umbrella back.

She turned around and called Bai Mucheng for help, "Senior sister, senior sister."

"..."

Sang Mo, who didn't get a response, turned around and saw Bai Mucheng holding a small bronze mirror and looking at himself in pity, "Tsk, Anding Hall is quite good at choosing people, let us two welcome guests."

There was no one around at this time, so Sang Mo was idle, so he added, "What's the choice?"

"You idiot, the facade of Changli Mountain is the one that welcomes guests. Naturally, the prettier it is, the better."

Sang Mo laughed when he heard this, "Senior sister, when did you become so narcissistic? It's not like you anymore."

Bai Mucheng wore a butterfly pleated skirt today. After listening to Sang Mo's words, she turned the skirt in a circle. As she turned, the hem of the skirt showed thousands of patterns, blinding Sang Mo for a moment.

"I'm not wrong." She glanced at Sang Mo angrily, then came over and pulled up a corner of Sang Mo's clothes, and said with some disgust: "You just don't know how to dress yourself up."

"Tomorrow you should play in the game. Senior sister will give you a battle uniform, which will definitely make those stupid young people fall under your pomegranate skirt."

Sang Mo took the clothes back from her hands and said, "Sister, please don't talk nonsense. I'm going to compete in martial arts, not to recruit a bride. What new clothes should I wear? I'm tied up."

"You don't understand. Clothes are a woman's dignity. If you dress better, you will gain a lot more respect for nothing."

While the two were chatting heatedly, someone else came.

When Sang Mo saw the carriage, his eyebrows skipped a beat. It was Gu Chao.

After the attendant opened the car curtain, Gu Chao stuck his head out and said, "Ah Jin, it is indeed you. I saw it from a distance and couldn't believe it!"

He walked forward, "Are you here to wait for me?"

Sang Mo stretched out his hand and said, "Master Gu, please show me your invitation."

(End of this chapter)