Transcending the Nine Heavens

When he saw the meal, King Chu Yan prepared the meal, held it with a large tray, and hung the knife between his waist; Shichan walked into the secret passage and demanded a kiss.

Cough, the fragrant kisses of these young people are not very soulful, but hey... King Chu Yan doesn't care...

The dancing in the secret chamber is already waiting to be worn, and it must be said that blocking a lively, lovely little girl of this age in this secret passage is cruel!

Though the light is well lit and the lights are bright in the Chamber, after all, the sun is not there. And children... which one doesn't like to be lively?

Mo Xingyu dance is more painful here; because of Mo Chengyu's injuries, he must heal his injuries every day; usually to the rank of king master, few injuries, but once injured, it is particularly difficult to heal.

What's more, a near-fatal internal injury like Mo Sung-woo's?

He sat for a while, just waiting for some savings in his breath, and started shaking his inner body, shaking up the blood in his body, spraying it out of his mouth; then he also continued to heal the shock wound...

Very troublesome.

Only if there is no bruising at all, the five dirty hearts are completely restored to normal, and the meridians are completely open, can it be regarded as a complete recovery...

“Brother Chuyang, you're here!” Mo gently danced and found Chuyang, his eyes lit up, almost rushed in, his eyes jumped up into his arms.

“Well, wait a minute... my brother still has the food.” At this moment, Chuyang's blame begins with the dish of this tray.

If it weren't for these things, would you be able to hold a dream, soft, and sprayed body for a few laps?

Let go of the meal, the dance has been carefully put together: “Brother Chuyang, why don't you accompany Little Dance today? Little Dance is here himself, so pathetic...”

“Be good...” Chu Yang consented, heartbroken. Well, even if it's a big deal, throw it aside for the time being and watch my little dance come to grips.

“Dinner?” As he spoke, Mo Chengyu rubbed his hand from the other chamber.

Mo Chengyu knows. Chu Yang only cares about a little mo light dance. He didn't even see himself as a king master... if he came out late, he would really starve!

This guy never knew how to honor an old man. To think of it, Mo Chengyu has a bit of a suicidal connection. It's depressing!

Even in the middle of the third day, which big family are you going to, for the cultivation of your royal master, which family is not very polite? Whatever the food pipe drinks and leaves with...

But here he is, falling to the point of being trained every day and not eating when he cares! This... this is completely irrational!

Since living here, Mo Chengyu has discovered that he has changed a lot. At least the meal is on time. Smell the fragrance of the meal. If you don't rush this way, then waiting for yourself is leftover meal. This counts as good treatment. When the treatment is bad, you are directly hungry...

And a little warrior, he shouted at himself and drank... eh? Wushu? Mo Chengyu was incredibly surprised by himself: This guy was only a samurai when he first arrived. How come it's only been two or three days... the samurai?

Why is he practicing so fast?

“Now that we're here, let's eat together.” Chu Yang's tone seems to have given Mo Chengyu a great deal of grace.

“Well, thank you... thank you so much...” Mo Chengyu almost wanted to smoke his own mouth! How the fuck am I worse than a beggar? Being allowed to dine together at the table is such a thankful cry?

Is this still a royal master? Is this still you? Wang level expert can do this to himself, it's better to hit one end of the way...

“Uh, do you have any wine?” In order to regain the dignity of his‘ master king ', Mo Chengyu raised his face and asked with dignity.

“No.” Chu Yang didn't lift his head either: “Come on, little dance, try this, try that...”

“How can you eat without wine?” Mo Chengyu glanced.

“Eat or not! I begged you to eat? If you don't, save one!” Chuyang, who cares what kind of master you are? Not at all polite. Reach out and bring Mo Sung-woo's bowl to me.

“Don't... I can't drink without alcohol, cough, I'm hurt now, I can't drink... or you think for me...” Mo Da's throne gave in immediately, his hands protected the bowl of white rice, although he found a reason for himself, but the tone of speech was like a cry... because King Chu Yan Zheng's fingers pinched the bowl of rice and pulled out vigorously...

“Still drinking?” King Chu Yan held the bowl in his arms for a long time. If you push harder, the bowl will become a broken bowl...

“Don't drink, don't drink... the food is delicious.” Mo Chengyu grabbed the job wretched and blinked vigorously: Ancestor, you didn't know to leave me some face in front of the lady...

“Pfft... hahahahaha...” Suddenly he was burying his head and drinking soup, suddenly he looked up, really couldn't help but smile and sprayed out. Then he just laughed and coughed, rubbing his stomach and screaming for pain.

Chuyang and Mo Chengyu are both... a vegetable soup...

“Brother Chu Yang is amazing. Uncle Cheng Yu is famous for his drinking life in the family. In order to drink, Aunt Cheng Yu doesn't know how many fights he has had with him. He still drinks and drinks.” Don't dance and worship: “But when I got to Brother Chuyang, Uncle Chengyu didn't drink...”

Mo Chengyu erased a face of vegetable soup and left a face of vegetable color. He thought, "People have to lower their heads under the eaves; when I get hurt, let me fix this guy!"

“Yes, because your Uncle Cheng Yu has grown up, and he doesn't drink anymore. Good boy." Chuyang softly said: "It's not good to drink. When the dance grows up, you can't drink..."

He remembers that the dance of the previous life was also in love with this cup; he often borrowed wine to quench his grief...

“I'm not drinking!” Don't you dare blink your eyes: “Bitter and spicy, what's so good about it? I like to drink pear juice...”

“Cough...” Chu Yang choked and coughed.

Heavenly pear juice... This high grade fruit of Qi Pei Yuan can't be seen in the next three days. Don't dance lightly to squeeze juice every day...

“I have a pear garden at home. Wow.” Don't dance lightly to make Chuyang's cough worse. Mo Chengyu laughed and was so relieved that he finally saw your boy embarrassed once.

Once the meal is finished, Mo Chengyu must immediately go back to practice kung fu to heal his injuries.

“You go later; there's something else.” Chu Yangdao; to give Mo light dance this knife, naturally someone has to watch, and also know how to do it; Mo Chengyu is the right person! If you don't know who it is, let Mo light dance take it and play with it, I'm afraid it won't be there as soon as you get it out...

“What is it?” Mo Chengyu turned around.

“I found a gift for the dancer and I need you to testify.” Chuyang looked at him, slowly.

“What gift?” Mo Chengyu wanted to say, 'What gift do you need to see?’ But seeing Chuyang's face was solemn, he knew immediately that the gift was probably quite small.

If it was a common gift, I'm afraid Chu Yang would have rushed himself to the side and made the lady happy...

This gift seems to have a lot to do with it, at least it needs to be guarded by itself, and it's best to report it to the owner! Mu Chengyu, as a king, is he stupid? He understood when he thought about it.

Turn around and sit carefully in your seat. This attitude is also a tribute to Chu Yang.

“Brother Chuyang, what gift?” Don't dance with your head crooked, look left on Chuyang and look right: “Little dance is my favorite birthday, I get so many gifts every birthday...”

Chuyang laughed and packed the table; then removed the Star Dream Light Dance Knife from the waist and placed it solemnly on the table.

“This knife is ugly.” Don't dance with your little nose wrinkled, looking at the shattered knife sheath, I really don't like it.

But Mo Chengyu was an expert. When he saw how rusty the sheath was, he knew it was a rare antiquity. He had to say, "Is this it? ”

“I don't know, it was when I was in the skyscraper, and one day the mountain collapsed, and I accidentally found this.” Chuyang heavily: “A sword of the world! ”

“Oh, the sword?” Mo Chengyu is a little creepy; in the character of Chuyang, can you say something like this, is this really a small knife?

Chu Yang reached out and grabbed the knife handle. The next moment, a brush sounded, the long knife came out of the sheath!

Suddenly, the whole secret room was filled with fantastic red light.

In Chuyang's hand, a knife is like a soul, sparkling. In this blurry, fantastic red light, there is actually a little bit of starlight flashing, straight lined with this knife is more like a divine weapon, cloudy fog.

The light flashed for a while before seeing the knife body clearly.

The curvature is soft and wonderful, no matter where the knife is, it's perfect! Even the most advanced master craftsmen will never pick out anything wrong!

A lady's knife! But it's the kind of knife that every woman in the river and lake dreams of...

The beauty of this knife is indescribable and indescribable!

Whoever it is will be conquered by this knife at first sight!

“Hiss...” Mo Chengyu poured a breath of cold air!

When he saw Chuyang so solemnly, he knew that the knife was definitely different, but he didn't realize that it was such a great knife!

“Wow, what a beautiful knife!” Don't dance lightly with your little hands patted and your eyes filled with love; the first time you saw this knife, little Laurie was completely attracted to it.

“I'll cut you an iron apple.” Chuyang smiled gently at Mo, pulled a round goose out of his arms, then put it on top with a red knife, slowly spinning...

“Don't hurt this knife... ah?!” Mo Chengyu just said one word and stared at him completely: a thin circle of iron leather, sparkling with the brilliance characteristic of iron blocks, peeling away a little bit from the iron ball… like a real apple chipper!

Cut iron like mud!

Not only is it beautiful, but it is also a razor-sharpening knife! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)