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Chu Muyun stayed on Qianluan Peak for three years. In these three years, Mo Jiushao gave him the best living conditions, the most intimate and warm companionship, the hand-in-hand education, and the unreserved teaching of exercises.

If it hadn't been known for a long time that this guy had an invisible black sesame seed, I am afraid that even Chu Muyun would be tempted by him.

After all, he was so beautiful and gentle, and even though Chu Muyun had never imagined what his partner looked like, as far as his lover was concerned, Mo Jiushao met all his standards.

It's a pity that there are slight differences in posture.

At the beginning of the morning, Chu Muyun was practicing swords in the courtyard. Mo Jiushao walked over in the mist, his light green clothes dragged to the ground, and the thin veil was like mist like clouds, lined with waterfall-like green silk. , In the faint light of sunlight, it seemed like an immortal had passed away.

Seeing him coming, Chu Muyun took the sword, bowed and saluted: "Father."

Mo Jiushao motioned to him: "Go on."

Chu Muyun smiled implicitly, and with a movement, the long sword flipped up again.

Mo Jiushao watched quietly. The boy in front of him was only fifteen years old. He wore a short white suit. Although his body was thin and thin, his body was as tall and straight as a bamboo with a long sword pierced out. His figure seemed like a sword while swimming. The body is integrated, and the end is sharp and unparalleled.

After finishing a set of moves, the young man took the sword, and there was thin sweat between his forehead, and his delicate brows and eyes were full of dependence and a trace of expectation.

He gasped slightly and whispered nervously, "Father?"

Mo Jiushao's eyes deepened with a smile, and he said slowly: "You are smart and learn things fast. Has this already reached Shao Yue's sixth form?"

Chu Muyun's eyes were bright, and he was a little embarrassed because of his praise. He whispered: "I just tried it. There are many things I don't understand. I hope my father can take the time to teach."

Mo Jiushao was in a good mood: "Bring the sword."

Chu Muyun handed over his sword hilt.

Mo Jiu Shao wears a mopping robe and a thin tulle cover. This dress should be extremely unsuitable for sword dancing, but the moment he held the sword, his whole body suddenly changed, and his graceful and immortal temperament was instantly overwhelmed. With a layer of blatant killing intent, the sharp long sword bloomed in his white fingers with an overwhelming power.

The same move, exactly the same style, Mo Jiu Shao used it to be so powerful that it was beyond imagination, that awe-inspiring sword aura, tearing through the sky, the point of the sword pointed directly at the place, cold light burst out!A light green robe is not a bit lengthy, but embellished the figure, making the state of the wandering dragon graceful, bright and light, standing up with a sword, the state of rapidity suddenly like lightning, reaching the end, it seems to be a shock The light of Hong, the powerful force of thunder falling from the sky is shocking!

Chu Muyun's gaze did not move a bit, his face was admiring Confucianism, but a strong desire for conquest rose in his heart.

"He can't get out of bed if he really wants to."

In the past three years, Zero has understood this person's temperament, and he chose to remain silent.

Chu Muyun licked his lower lip slightly: "Don't worry, I will let him fall in love with me first."

Zero feels obligated to remind him: "You should know what he likes."

"The little white flower who is constantly striving for self-improvement, hardworking and studious."

"Such a little white flower doesn't want to overwhelm people."

Chu Muyun smiled, "But I will."

zero:"……"

Their communication is completely secret, and even if the cultivation level is as high as Mo Jiu Shao, it is impossible to notice the slightest. In the past three years, Chu Muyun has been very sure of this, so he would chat with this ethereal fellow from time to time.

Mo Jiu Shao closed the pose and slowly descended from mid-air. Because of the wind surging, his light green clothes bloomed, and his robe was slightly raised, lined with black silk, the whole picture was so beautiful that people could breathe.

Chu Muyun was shocked in her heart, but her cheeks were flushed, and she said with some excitement and expectation: "Father is really amazing, and Yun'er doesn't know when he can use a tenth of this power. "

Mo Jiu Shao didn't even change his breath even when the sharp sword was used. He still had that elegant appearance, with kind eyebrows, and a gentle voice: "You are only fifteen years old and you are still young. Don't worry."

Hearing what he said, Chu Muyun's eyes were a little sad. He lowered his head, and slightly hardened his hand holding the long sword, and said with some difficulty: "Father, I'm not afraid of hardship or getting tired. I want to become stronger quickly. Blade murderer, I want to avenge the Chu family's hundreds of lives in vain!"

His shoulders were trembling slightly, and his forbearance made his thin body look extra moving.

Mo Jiushao was full of pity in his air. He held the warm palm of the young man and said slowly: "This matter is not in a hurry. You have to take it slowly. Only when the foundation is stable can you grow faster."

Chu Muyun looked up, her eyes were full of sadness: "Father, can you tell me who the murderer is?"

Mo Jiushao's white fingers brushed the hair scattered between his forehead and whispered, "I will tell you when you get to the Shao Yue Nine Style."

Chu Muyun was not reconciled, but he knew that Mo Jiu Shao was doing it for his own good, so he could only bear it down again.

His appearance made Mo Jiushao pity more and more. He pressed him into his arms, stroked his back with his palm, and comforted him with a gentle voice: "Good boy, I know that you are working hard for my father. Don't worry, one day, you I will get what I want."

His words were a pun, but Chu Muyun shouldn't understand it, so he just leaned in Mo Jiu Shao's arms and trembled slightly.

It’s just another scene in my mind.

Chu Muyun: "He worked so hard to raise a child, and then destroy it with his own hands. Is it interesting?"

Zero: "I think you have the most say on this issue."

Chu Muyun: "I don't have such a bad taste."

Zero: "Didn't you write the seven demon world?"

Chu Muyun: "..."

Unable to refute... the son is not showing his father's fault, he seems to have to bear some responsibility...

Mo Jiu Shao was not busy today. He stayed with Chu Muyun for dinner. Chu Muyun was naturally very happy. Even though he had a good personality, he said a lot more than usual.

Mo Jiushao patiently accompanied him, and even offered to take a bath together after eating.

This is not a big deal. When Chu Muyun was picked up, his legs were inconvenient, and Mo Jiu Shao held him and bathed him personally.

It’s just that it’s not what it used to be. At that time, Chu Muyun hadn’t developed yet, and just simply admired the beauty of going out in the bath. Now he is fifteen years old, and when he meets with Mo Jiu Shao frankly, he is afraid that he will be erect. It's time for acting to collapse.

But how to refuse?Chu Muyun's thoughts moved slightly, and the next moment he looked away, and said uncomfortably, "Father, Yun'er has grown up..."

What he said was light and fluttering, his cheeks were tinged with redness, and the boy's ignorant mind was clear.

Mo Jiu Shao paused for a while without making a sound.

Chu Muyun's face was uncomfortable, it seemed that even the tips of her ears were slightly pink: "I...I can take a shower by myself? I..."

He wanted to say something like this again, where Mo Jiu Shao would not understand, he smiled slightly and said meaningfully: "Yun'er has indeed grown up."

Chu Muyun didn't know whether he understood or not, anyway, his body trembled slightly and his head dropped lower.

Mo Jiushao smiled at the corner of his mouth, patted him lightly on his shoulder, and stood up and said, "I will rest early and see you tomorrow."

Chu Muyun responded indiscriminately, "...Father walk slowly."

Mo Jiuzhao left, Chu Muyun went to the bathroom, soaked in the warm spring water, and asked, "Do you think Mo Jiuzhao understands my hint?"

Zero: "I think...Although he is neurotic, he won't act against a fifteen-year-old boy."

Chu Muyun leaned back by the pool, her long hair soaked in the water, like a shiny black ribbon, encircling her thin body, making her complexion extra attractive, with a light smile at the corner of his mouth: "Yes, fifteen years old is too tender, I am afraid he will have a toothache after eating."

Zero hesitated again, and finally decided not to remind him.

Chu Muyun soaked for a while, and saw that Mo Jiu Shao did not mean to break in, so he could only get up and dry back to the house to rest with a little regret.

The next day, Mo Jiushao sent someone to send a little girl, saying that she was his caring maid.

Chu Muyun was stunned, and didn't realize what was happening for a long time.

The little girl looked like a sixteen or seventeen. She was wearing a tender goose-yellow dress. She was white and beautiful. Her big eyes seemed to be filled with water. She blinked and was very moving. She bit down. Lips said with some embarrassment: "The slave servant Qingxue has seen the Young Palace Master."

Chu Muyun had never refused Mo Jiu Shao's arrangement, so he accepted him.

He pondered for a while and asked zero: "Is Mo Jiu Shao ready to act? Give someone to my side, do you want me to cultivate some feelings with her and then kill?"

Before that, Mo Jiushao had severed Chu Muyun's contact with other people intentionally or unintentionally, and he did everything himself.This Chu Muyun can understand that the simplest and rude way to capture a person's heart is to reduce the space as much as possible so that he can only see him, rely on him, and trust him.

But now he sent a young girl, and Chu Muyun felt that his thinking was correct: "Maybe I wanted to create some coincidence and let me kill myself? Then I found out that it was a manslaughter..." Mad, really abusive, Wen The child here who was adopted by Mo Jiushao had a really hard time.

From beginning to end, Zero made no sound.

But soon, Chu Muyun realized that he was very wrong, and completely wanted to change the direction.

The night was dim, and the window screens moved slightly. The girl in front of him wore a thin, almost transparent dress, completely unable to cover the developed exquisite figure. Her cheeks were flushed and her voice was soft and watery: "Young Palace Master, let Qingxue take your rest Right."

Chu Muyun's face turned dark.

Mo Jiushao did understand his hint, but he didn't actually fight him!

Chu Muyun was angry: "What is Mo Jiu Shao doing? Isn't he a gay?"

After a long pause, I still felt that the truth should be told: "Friendly reminder: "The Devil" is a normal novel."

Chu Muyun: "..."

So what he should worry about is not who is attacking and who is going to suffer, but the problem of straight men breaking the bend?