Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 350

"drive!"

"drive!"

On the official road, three horses galloped.

Qi Jia rode his horse to the front, pulled the reins suddenly, and looked up at the goshawk hovering in the sky.

Then he snorted coldly and said to the other two:

"You guys go there first, and I'll deal with the few bugs that follow."

"Yes." Wu Liancheng should say:

"Senior, be careful!"

"Hey..." Qi Jia glanced at him and said with a smile:

"Thank you Mr. Wu for your concern, but it doesn't get in the way."

As he said that, he clamped his legs into the horse's belly, turned the horse's head, and rushed towards the direction it came from.

"Brother Wu." Yu Fengrong said:

"Let's go, Miracle Doctor Qi will be fine, don't keep that Senior Mo waiting."

"Um."

Wu Liancheng hurriedly responded, and the two drove their horses, and after a while, they entered a secluded valley.

Clouds and mists float in the valley, and the miasma is so thick that you can't see your fingers.

Just when the two were at a loss, the fog in front of them suddenly dispersed, revealing a small path.

The two looked at each other, got off their horses, and walked carefully along the stone path towards the valley.

The willows are dark and the flowers are bright.

Turning the detour ahead, a simple but well-equipped small courtyard is revealed in front of you, surrounded by flowers in full bloom.

In the corner of the courtyard stood a bamboo pavilion, and the person under the pavilion was the one who changed the fate of Wulian City.

Don't ask!

The two breathed stagnantly and lowered their heads subconsciously.

Especially Wu Liancheng's heart beat faster, his whole body was hot, and his mind was full of thoughts.

In the past few days, his life has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The Wu family, which was in decline in the past, is now crowded with people.

The patriarch of the family who rejected the marriage contract even brought his daughter to the door to apologize in person.

Even the once unattainable girl of the Changhe Gang Tianzhi has become his fiancée.

all of these.

It's all because of a word from the person in front of him!

Gathering his mind, he knelt down on one knee and said in a solemn voice:

"Wuliancheng, I have met senior!"

Yu Fengrong's beautiful eyes turned on the side, wanting to take a closer look at the other party, but a little afraid.

At that moment, he bowed down and followed Wuliancheng to salute.

"Get up."

Mo Qiu turned around, flicked his sleeves lightly, and an invisible force immediately lifted the two of them up.

"Senior." Wu Liancheng straightened up and whispered:

"Feng Rong is my fiancée, and I came here today because I also want to see the demeanor of the senior."

"If you are rude, please look at Haihan."

He was a little apprehensive, the senior obviously only let him come alone, one more person, wondering if it would annoy the other party.

However, even though he only had contact with her for a few days, he had already confirmed Yufengrong.

That's why, after the other party spoke, although he hesitated, he finally agreed.

"fiancée?"

Mo Qiu glanced at Yu Fengrong who was silent, there was a flash of inspiration in his eyes, and he nodded slightly:

"Xiuwaihuihuizhong, cunning without losing their true nature, if they can fall in love with each other, they can be a good match."

"Come here, let's go together."

As he spoke, he walked to the middle of the courtyard.

Seeing that there was no blame, the two young men couldn't help showing joy, and hurriedly followed.

"Wulian City."

"Here!" Wu Liancheng's expression turned serious.

"Don't be so nervous." Mo Qiu shook his head:

"Demonstrate the martial arts you have learned, and I will take a look."

"yes."

Wu Liancheng should have gathered his mind, moved to an open place, stretched his muscles and bones and began to stabilize his fist.

"Senior, the Jade Bird Fist practiced by this junior is a family tradition of my Wu family, and its moves are dexterous and changeable."

As he said that, he stepped on his feet, and the whole person jumped up high, with his arms stretched out, like a bird's beak pecking.

"Crazy!"

There was a sound of piercing through the air, but I saw the shadow of the fist flying, moving from east to west, accompanied by surging energy from time to time.

The Blue Bird Fist is flexible and changeable, with exquisite moves, but in the hands of Wu Liancheng...

Terrible!

Yu Fengrong who was at the side lightly supported her forehead, she couldn't bear to look any longer, she already thought of waiting for her senior's reprimand.

Even with her eyesight, she could see that there were many flaws in Wu Liancheng's boxing techniques.

If the two are facing each other, she is 70% sure that she can break through the opponent's defense within ten moves.

Within thirty strokes, the winner is determined.

The forty-nine boxing techniques were completed in a short while. Wu Liancheng breathed heavily, showing shame, and said in a muffled voice:

"The junior is not qualified enough. My father always said that I am stupid and not enlightened, and that I am not good at boxing."

"Not bad." Mo Qiu said lightly.

"ah!"

The two were taken aback.

Yu Fengrong stared even more beautifully, with an unbelievable expression on her face.

This is also called good?

Could it be that although this 'senior' is that kind of existence, he is actually not proficient in martial arts?

This also seems to explain the pass.

"At your age and without much background, it's pretty good to be able to cultivate acquired zhenqi. Why is your aptitude lacking?" Mo Qiu said:

"As for boxing, it just doesn't match your temperament. Although it lacks agility, it has a solid foundation, which is not bad."

"This..." Wu Liancheng was puzzled, cupped his hands and said:

"Please ask the seniors to clarify."

Yu Fengrong also straightened her pretty face.

"There are many different martial arts techniques, some focus on the dexterity of moves, some focus on the magic of movement, and some focus on momentum." Mo Qiu walked with his hands behind his back, and said slowly:

"Choose one of the three, reach its peak, and it is a top-notch technique."

"You are not good at changing your movements, it's your nature, and it just goes against your Wu Family's Blue Bird Fist."

He shook his head slightly:

"It doesn't matter if you don't study!"

"Senior." Yu Fengrong's beautiful eyes rolled on the side, and said:

"I don't know if the senior can teach Liancheng a few tricks, so it is not in vain to meet this fairy fate."

"Heh..." Mo Qiu looked back and said:

"Your girl's temperament is quite suitable for the Wu family's blue bird boxing. Maybe it's God's will. You should be a family."

Hearing this, both of their faces turned red.

"That's all."

Don't beg to wave your sleeves:

"This time I called you here because of fate, and it is only natural to pass on martial skills."

As he said that, his eyes flickered, and he raised his hand falsely, and an invisible force intertwined in front of him.

Immediately, it crashed down.

It landed silently, but there was a huge palm print of nearly ten feet in size, which was deeply imprinted into the rock.

"This is a big throwing stele player. The moves are mediocre. It all depends on the beauty of luck. It is very firm and yang, but there is no lack of tenderness."

"There are nine styles in total, and there should be no problem in cultivating to the innate."

"ah!"

Wu Liancheng stared blankly at the big handprint on the ground, with a dull and bewildered expression.

Fortunately, Yu Fengrong who was on the side reacted quickly enough and hurriedly tugged on his clothes to bring him back to his senses.

"Plop!"

As soon as his knees softened, Wu Liancheng fell to his knees:

"Thank you senior!"

"Besides that, your inner strength is also very average. Here I..." Mo Qiu pondered for a while, and a suitable exercise appeared in his mind:

"There is an internal skill, and it is also passed on to you."

"Thank you senior, thank you senior!" Wu Liancheng was overjoyed, knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

It was Yu Fengrong who looked suspicious.

After all, she is the daughter of the leader of the Changhe Gang. Although she is young, she has seen many intrigues.

The pie in the sky is probably a fraud.

"Senior." At this moment, Wu Liancheng cautiously raised his head:

"I don't know senior, can you give me some advice for Feng Rong?"

"..."

Yu Fengrong was shocked, and the doubts that had just arisen in her mind were instantly forgotten by her.

The surname is Wu, you still have some conscience, my old lady finally saw the right person.

"You have a heart." Mo Qiu looked at it with a faint smile, and motioned to Yu Fengrong:

"Shoot at me."

"This..." Yu Fengrong hesitated for a moment, then said:

"The junior is rude."

With the opponent's strength, worrying about being hurt by herself is undoubtedly overthinking, so she is no longer polite.

Immediately he gathered himself together, raised his hand, and unsheathed the long sword at his waist, Chang He led the way to Mo Qiu's heart.

Compared to Wu Liancheng, her swordsmanship has been passed down from her father, and she has a bit of the demeanor of Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi's master.

Halfway through the sword, under the sense of breath, the opponent seemed to want to turn sideways, Yu Fengrong hurriedly changed his moves.

"Shua!"

A sword stabbed out, but the stab was empty.

Withdraw the sword, stab again, the sword changes again halfway, and stabs to one side again.

The sword light flickered, covering a radius of Zhang Xu, but strangely, none of the moves fell on Mo Qiu.

Wu Liancheng watched from the side with a puzzled expression.

Mingming Yufeng gritted her teeth tightly, and seemed to have gone all out, so why did she use her moves to avoid her vital points.

The senior didn't move at all, and there was no sword light in the place where he was.

It seems that there is no need to say that he is afraid of hurting the senior, and Yu Fengrong's expression does not seem to be the same.

After repeated attempts to no avail, Yu Fengrong couldn't help but felt a swell in her heart, and stabbed swiftly with her sword regardless.

This time she made up her mind that no matter how the opponent reacted, she would not change the direction of her sword technique.

The sword came out, and the breath ahead suddenly surged forward.

not good!

Yu Fengrong's heart twitched, she suddenly retreated and withdrew her sword, only to feel that her eyes were darkened, and she almost closed her breath.

"Feng Rong!"

Wu Liancheng was startled, and hastily reached out his arms to wrap his arms around him.

"I... I'm fine." Yufeng calmed down, held her sword to prop herself up, with a face of shame:

"Senior's martial arts... is superb, and this junior admires it!"

He didn't move his hands, didn't lift his feet, and just changed his breath, which made him end up like this.

This person's martial arts attainments...

It's horrible!

"Smart mind and decisive, not bad."

Mo Qiu looked at this woman, nodded and said:

"The swordsmanship is acceptable, but it's wide open and wide, and it's very infuriating, which doesn't suit your temperament."

"I have a set of Split Shadow Sword here, I will pass it on to you later."

This Shadow Splitting Sword was not the Shadow Splitting Sword on the spot.

With his current martial arts attainments, as long as he slightly modifies, the Split Shadow Sword is far superior to ordinary unique skills.

"Thank you senior!"

Yufeng was overjoyed.

"Um."

Don't beg to flick your sleeves, a few bottles of pills are suspended in front of you:

"In it, there are elixir that will help you grow your cultivation, you can take it as you like."

"You can stay here for seven days. Within seven days, if you have anything to do, you can go there to find me."

As he spoke, he pointed at Gu Nei and said indifferently:

"After seven days, our fate is over. If we can achieve innateness in the future, let's talk about other things."

"ah!"

The two were taken aback, and hurriedly said:

"senior……"

"No need to say much." Mo Qiu raised his hand and stopped their conversation:

"If you don't become a congenital, you will be a mortal body after all. It's useless to say more, and we are all destined for this."

"..."

The two looked at each other, and their hearts were fixed.

…………

Seven days later.

Under the setting sun, a man and a woman knelt down at the entrance of the valley, kowtowed several times, then slowly got up, reluctantly picked up the horses, and walked back to the city.

The seven days are neither long nor short.

For Wu Liancheng and Yu Fengrong, it was a major turning point in their lives.

In the past seven days, they have not been idle for a moment, and they have devoted all their minds to cultivation.

In addition to practicing Hunyuan Kungfu and slamming the stele hand, Wu Liancheng also got a Dragon Subduing Palm from Mo Qiu.

The three cultivation techniques have all been glimpsed at the beginning.

The power is not weak.

As for Yu Fengrong, he was not as single-minded as him. He not only practiced swordsmanship, but also courted him in every possible way. He learned a lot of boxing techniques, palm techniques, lightness skills, and even sonic skills, ecstasy and other secret techniques.

Although each of them is just general, but she has a good memory and high comprehension, and they have been deeply rooted in her mind, but she has also gained a lot, and she only needs to digest them slowly in the future.

To her, Senior Mo is simply an endless treasure.

A casual sentence contains the power of martial arts, and any kung fu method is the most top martial arts in the world.

Even medicine, divination, astrology, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he is proficient in everything.

She couldn't even think of it, what else could the other party do? Not good?

nowadays.

She has already crushed her father in everything she has learned.

There are several true traditions of the Changhe Gang, and I am afraid that only the most exquisite innate secret method can compare with the one in her hand.

As for cultivation...

Thanks to the assistance of many miraculous medicines, the two have become second-rate masters.

Coupled with top-notch skills, even the first-class masters of the older generation may not be their opponents.