Quick Travel: All the villains in Redemption want to fall in love with me

"Disciple Wen Muqing, bowed to the door of Luobai Immortal Venerable, and became the third disciple of Luobai Immortal Venerable. Although

Wen Muqing is usually obedient and soft, and likes to be coquettish, she is very serious at the moment, and her fleshy little face looks quite like that.

The child straightened his back, stood in front of Mo Xuan, knelt down solemnly, and kowtowed three times.

Mo Xuan looked at the reddish mark on Wen Muqing's forehead, and wanted to say light, but he felt distressed.

It's just a formality, you don't need to be so serious.

"Disciple token, put it away.

Wen Muqing's ice-blue eyes were bright, like a sparkling lake

, "The disciple will definitely put it away, put it on his chest, and protect it with his life."

Mo Xuan smiled and touched Wen Muqing's head

, "You don't have to be so serious, if you lose it, just look for me." "

Cultivating immortals talks about cause and effect, invisibly, a thread called master and apprentice holds the two together, and if you don't respect the teacher or go against the teacher, you will damage the merit and will not be able to ascend.

The square was silent, and the thousands of disciples of the Yunlan Sect watched this scene quietly, and the next thing should be the spiritual root test.

Just when everyone was looking forward to it, Mo Xuan picked up the newly baked little disciple and said lightly

, "The apprenticeship ceremony is over, let's go back and rest."

As soon as the words fell, before the senior brother in charge could stop him, Mo Xuan's figure shook and disappeared.

Leaving everyone looking at each other with a puzzled expression.

"Why don't you test the spiritual root?"

"Luobai Immortal Venerable naturally has his reasoning, and there is no need for us to say more. "

But..."

To be honest, what immortal cultivator doesn't want to become Mo Xuan's disciple and don't want to be guided by those

few words? Even a few words can make people have an epiphany.

It's just that Luo Bai Xianzun has always had a very high vision, coupled with his seriousness and strong aura on weekdays, which makes people dare not approach, and has become an unattainable existence that everyone yearns for.

Everyone is working hard and trying their best, but they still can't get Mo Xuan's favor, and they are so talented, so it's okay.

But what does it mean not to test the spiritual root this time? Doesn't it take a talent to become a disciple of Luobai Immortal Venerable?

Wen Muqing didn't know anything about the process of the apprenticeship ceremony, and was holding Mo Xuan with both hands, rubbing against the man's neck

, "Master, Master, when will I be as strong as my brothers?"

Mo Xuan patted Wen Muqing's back, "Don't

worry." "

......

A month later.

Wen Muqing is four years old.

The child's skin is like milk, fluttering in the hot spring pool, sinking and floating again, and he is having a good time playing alone.

The surrounding hot spring stones are like jade, and the spring water flows down from the mountain like a waterfall and falls into the hot spring pool, and the mist is like a fairyland.

There was a sound of footsteps, Wen Muqing's eyes lit up, the man was wearing a white undershirt, his slender fingertips untied his belt, and the flowing clothes fell to the ground.

The tips of Wen Muqing's ears turned red.

Mo Xuan fished the child out of the water, held it in his arms, and found that the little guy was very quiet, touched Wen Muqing's cheek, a

little hot, "Is it a hot spring for a long time, go out for a while?"

The little guy returned to the essence of the bustle, and hugged Mo Xuan,

"Qingqing wants to soak in the hot spring with Shizun."

Mo Xuan was used to the little guy sticking to himself, patted Wen Muqing's back, and turned a duck into his palm

, "The plaything of children in the world, play first."

Unexpectedly, Wen Muqing was not interested at all this time, but kept asking him to hold it, skin to skin, Mo Xuan felt that he was holding a small milk bag in his palm, white and soft, soft and sweet.

"Don't you want to play with toys?" Wen

Muqing shook his head,

"I want to be hugged by Shizun."

Mo Xuan smiled,

"Mu Qing is particularly sticky today. The

child's cheeks are even hotter,

"Qingqing likes Shizun."

Mo Xuan stroked the hair on the side of the child's ear

, "Well, I know." "

Master, when will I be able to cultivate with you?"

"In a few years, when you grow up, you will be too young now." "

......

In the past three years, Mo Xuan has kept Wen Muqing by his side every day, spoiled him in everything, protected him everywhere, never let people leave his side, and never went down to Tiejian Peak.

The other two disciples have gone out to the human world to practice in the past three years, three years is too short for an immortal cultivator, but in the blink of an eye.

Three years later.

Wen Muqing is seven years old, and he is no longer as ignorant of the world as he was when he was a child.

For example, knowing that the Disciple Acceptance Ceremony should test the spiritual root, and for another example, knowing that he has already reached the age where he can cultivate.

Immortal cultivators generally start to strengthen their bodies from the age of three.

In the past few years, Shizun has never mentioned cultivation, as if the apprenticeship ceremony is just to inform people from the outside world of his status.

It has been winter in the world, and Tiejian Peak is like a warm spring all day long, with a suitable temperature and fragrant birds.

In the morning, the industrious birds get up to catch insects, and the little apprentices who get up early get up to make trouble.

"Master, the disciple wants to cultivate!" The

young man was wearing a new lilac robe, kneeling at the head of the bed, grabbing Mo Xuan's arm in the morning, making people feel uneasy.

"Master!"

Mo Xuan pretended not to sleep, sighed, hugged the young man into his arms, and stuffed him into the quilt

, "Shhh, be quiet." "

Only seven years old, the boy's body is still very thin, a small and short one, and he can wrap his waist all in one hand.

Wen Muqing looked up at Mo Xuan's jaw and poked the man's collarbone curiously

, "Master, you don't need to sleep at all, the disciple already knows, don't pretend to be asleep."

Mo Xuan opened his eyes, patted Wen Muqing's back habitually, and asked helplessly

, "How do you know?"

Wen Muqing smiled triumphantly,

"Senior brother told me." As

he spoke, he conjured up a book from his hand - "A Few Common Senses about Immortal Cultivators", "

A few days ago, when Senior Brother was training in the world, he brought it back to me.

Wen Muqing was proud that he had seen through his master's methods, and after explaining happily, he saw that the man looked at him with a very serious expression, or rather, looked at his hand with a very serious expression.

Wen Muqing was stunned for a moment, the memory of being three or four years old gradually blurred with age, but he still remembered that when Shizun looked at him, there was always a doting look in his eyes, and a smile on the corner of his mouth was not obvious.

makes him feel that no matter what he does, he will be tolerated, and he will be coquettish unscrupulously with pampering.

Therefore, whenever he heard the senior brothers say that the master was very fierce and scary, Wen Muqing never believed it.

For this reason, when I was a child, I always sulked with my brothers, but I was soon coaxed by the small toys given by my brothers.

Now that he saw his master so serious, his face turned pale, and there was no trace of a smile, so he felt that the senior brothers were reasonable.

Wen Muqing was a little panicked in her heart, tentatively tugged at the corner of Mo Xuan's clothes, and asked in a soft voice

, "Master

?" Mo Xuan retracted his gaze, but couldn't laugh,

"When will you know how to transfer objects?"