Master told me to cultivate demons, what should I do?

On the second day, Shuo Yan took the rare initiative to find Mo Zhu, and after finding it, he took Mo Zhu to Hanfeng's Zangshu Pavilion, where the book was copied.

"Ah! You two, you have come to visit me." Qing Jue raised his head from his busy schedule, glanced at Shuo Nan and Mo Zhu who had arrived, and was not surprised by Mo Zhu's appearance.

Mo Zhu glanced at the piles of books behind Qingjue, then at the piles of books in front of Qingjue, and fell silent.

"So, what did you come to see me for?" Qing Jue opened the mouth first seeing that the two of them were silent.

Shuo Yan walked up to Qing Jue and sat down, looked at me without looking, and said meaningfully: "Brother is going to tell the master about his feelings."

Pa -- the brush slipped from Qingjue's hand, Shuo Nan felt a gust of wind blowing past him for a moment, and Qingjue appeared in front of Mo Zhu in the next second.

"Senior brother, you are finally... you are finally willing to speak." Qing Jue patted Mo Zhu's left shoulder with a childlike face.

"You..." Mo Zhu talked and saw Qing Jue running back to the original place and sitting, discussing with Shuo Yan how to help him.

Mo Zhu walked in front of them, heard what they were discussing, raised his forehead and said, "What are you discussing?"

"Discuss how to help you." Qing Jue looked at Mo Zhu with great interest.

"It's useless, the master doesn't like me at all, maybe he has someone he likes like the third uncle." Mo Zhu leaned on the bookshelf beside him, folded his hands on his chest and said.

Qing Jue twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "Did you all know that Master has someone he likes?"

"..." Mo Zhu, you idiot, can't you even tell that the uncle likes you?And Qingjue, you really are a fool, right?The whole world of cultivating immortals knows about this, okay?

Shuo Yan helplessly raised his forehead, he felt that the two people in front of him were the prototypes of idiots and fools.

"You guys... Qing Jue, are we talking about Master Uncle and Mo Zhu?"

"That's right! I forgot, brother, maybe the uncle doesn't have someone he likes? Or, he likes you?" Qing Jue said the following words as if joking.

Mo Zhu took a deep breath and said affirmatively, "Impossible."

It was obviously referring to the fact that Qing Mo liked him.

"I'm not good at anything, everyone is better than me, Master... He should be suitable for people who are thousands of times better than me."

"Really... Are you completely denying the possibility that Master Uncle likes you?" Shuo Nian lightly raised his eyes to look at Mo Zhu, it was the first time he saw Mo Zhu who had a cold personality and spoke like this.

Mo Zhu lowered his head and looked at Shuo Nan, Shuo Nan slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were deep, making it hard for people to see the changes in his emotions.

"Think as you like." Mo Zhu took the lead to look away, and looked at the door, but no one passed by.

Qing Jue slapped the table, and said: "Even if the uncle likes you, if he meets someone who is better than you, even if the uncle doesn't like him, you have to give it up? Mo Zhu, you have a bit of backbone no?"

"I think what Qing Jue said is right. Did the rules of Yan Luzong make you stupid?" Shuo Yan felt that Mo Zhu's eyes had changed when he saw him, and said again: "Don't look at me, let alone imagine that Putting it on me and my master, I dare to believe that Mo Chen has more backbone than you."

Thinking about the scene at the bottom of the cliff that night, the most troublesome thing is not knowing what the second uncle thinks about Mo Chen, and what Mo Chen really thinks.

troublesome human.

"How can you be so sure that Master likes me?"

"This matter is true." Qingyou walked into the library, found them through the poisonous butterfly, and just heard Mo Zhu's question.

"Fourth Master Uncle, what did you just say?" Mo Zhu turned around and faced Qing You, frowning and asked.

Qingyou sighed softly, and said: "Brother likes you, I asked you just now, and now he has been called away by Yan Mo. So, what's your answer?"

"I……"

"Shut up!" Now that Qingyou knew what he was going to say after thinking about it, she said sternly: "Those big principles are useless to me, and my sympathy is limited. If it weren't for the sake of you being the master's brother and someone you like , I have taught you a lesson."

Uncle Fourth is so scary!

Mo Zhu and Qing Jue instantly thought that when Dongfang Lingyue was fighting with Shuo Yan, Qingyou slapped her with a slap, completely ignoring that she was a woman.

"So, what about you? Senior brother, if you are determined to be with Master Uncle, we can still help you while you are in Qing Xuanzong. Right, Master?" Shuo Yan walked behind Qingyou, She hugged him from behind, resting her head on Qingyou's left shoulder.

Qingyou glanced at Mo Zhu, and said, "Look at what you're going to say next, and, second senior brother, be careful for a while."

As we all know, Qingyun is Qingmo's only relative, and Qingmo also listens to Qingyun's opinions very much, and Qingyun's temper...

"Brother, this kind of thing should be learned from Shuo Xiaoyan, you see how fast he is." Qing Jue concealed the disappointment in his eyes, and began to educate Mo Zhu.

Mo Zhu glanced at him and said, "No."

Shuo Yan said sullenly, "Isn't this kind of thing very simple?"

"Not everyone respects me as your master. Senior brother treats people gently, does things in an orderly manner, and will not do things that violate morality. It is indeed a bit difficult."

"Then express your intention first, and then use the reason of the injury to let the uncle come to change the medicine every day. Sooner or later, the uncle will accept it." Qing Jue suggested.

Mo Zhu shattered his illusion with one word: "Master has been changing my medicine these days, and besides, he and I are the only ones in Master's inner courtyard. Besides, I can't stay in Qing Xuanzong for too long."

"Why didn't you say it all the time? By the way, Shuo Xiaoyan, how did you think of saying it?"

Hearing this question, Shuo Yan's face turned dark, and he said, "I was instigated by two guys who only said nothing, and during that time, most of the cold eyes I received were because of them!"

"Because it's too close, they don't like others being too close to Xiao Tong and the others, and neither do you." Qing You lowered her eyes.

"Wow! What should senior brother do?" Qing Jue turned the topic back to Mo Zhu.

"Him?" Shuo Yan let go of Qingyou, and Qingyou asked, "Answer!"

"I like Master!"

"How do respectful father and respected wife think about this matter? Or do they not know that you like men? If I remember correctly, you are the only heir of Yanlu sect's suzerain."

"Well, but Mo Zhu is not the only direct lineage." Mo Zhu explained.

Shuo asked: "Master, are you worried that if senior brother Mo Zhu becomes the suzerain of the Yanlu Sect in the future? Are you afraid that you might not be able to be together because of this?"

"That's for sure. Moreover, I heard that the wife of Yanluzong's suzerain is very strict. I'm afraid it will be difficult to accept Longyang's matter!" Qing Jue analyzed decadently on the table.

"I don't care if you like senior brother, I just hope that you can handle it well, and it may bring harm to senior brother in the future." Qingyou turned and left.

"Work hard! Come find me when something good happens." Shuo Yan followed the quiet pace and left.

When Qingyou walked out of the room, she silently glanced at a tree next to Zangshuge and smiled.

No need, no need at all...

Qing Mo leaned against the tree, and a poisonous butterfly was in front of him. He heard everything just now through the poisonous butterfly.

How long has he not looked like this, and it hasn't happened since then, because he wants to protect his only younger brother, and he has only one family member.

He never thought about who he would fall in love with.

Because, everything he is doing now is just to be able to protect Qingyun in times of crisis. He has never considered this matter, maybe he has no such plan.

100 years ago:

In the early days of late winter, the streets were already covered with heavy snow, and the traces left by the carriage were also covered up again by the snow.

At a corner, a little boy in white was holding a boy of the same age as him. The clothes on his body were a little damaged. The little boy let go of his hand and said, "Yun'er, don't cry, let's eat steamed buns." .”

The little boy took out a piece of steamed bun from the bag, left more than half of it to his younger brother, and held the rest in his hand. Watching his younger brother eating the steamed bun, he silently took his share of steamed bun back.

"Brother, when are we going home? I'm so sleepy." After eating the steamed buns, the younger brother looked at his elder brother who looked exactly like him and asked.

The elder brother reached out and rubbed his younger brother's hair, and said: "Yun'er sleeps for a while, but you must remember to wake up, after waking up, we will go home together."

"Ah."

The elder brother let the younger brother sleep on his lap, put his hand to his mouth and let out a breath, then put it on the younger brother's face to keep him warm.

A purple figure walked in front of his brother, looking at them with a pair of purple eyes without emotion.

The elder brother felt that something blocked the only sunlight, looked up, looked at the boy who suddenly appeared in front of him, and asked, "Who are you?"

"That's fun, what's your name?"

"Murong Mo, my brother's name is Murong Yun." Murong Mo hugged his younger brother tightly.

"People from Murong's family! Is that so? They're just human beings! Maybe you can try..." The boy turned and left while talking.

Murong Mo watched the boy leave in bewilderment, and muttered, "What a strange person."

"Lonely child, would you like to go back to Qing Xuanzong with me?"

"?" Murong Mo looked up again, only to see a man in white bent slightly, looking at them with blue eyes.

Seeing Murong Mo looking at him suspiciously, the man reached out and rubbed Murong Mo's head, and said: "I won't hurt you and your brother, I have some friendship with your father, he asked me to take care of you. "

"Father...and everyone, don't they know..." Hearing the man mentioning their father, he thought of the scene he saw at that time.

"Isn't there still you? I also have a son who is the same age as you. I also understand what your father means. He hopes that you will be well. You and your brother have nowhere to go, right?" The man knelt down and stretched out his hand Wipe away the tears from Murong Mo's face.

"Well, Yun'er is also sick. It's my fault that made him sick." Murong Mo raised his head and put back his tears.

The man stretched out his hand and touched Murong Yun's forehead, it was icy cold, the man stretched out his hand to hug Murong Yun, frowned and stretched out his hand to Murong Mo, and said: "Why don't you go to the clinic, if you don't have money, I'll take you there."

Murong Mo put his hand on the man's hand, shook his head and said: "No, it will be exposed. Someone wants to kill us, so we can't go to the medical center, let alone implicate you."

The man glanced at Murong Yun in his arms and sighed, "I don't know if your brother can persist until he returns to Qing Xuanzong."

"It's fine, it's fine, just don't go to the clinic..." Murong Mo whispered, holding the man's hand.

"I won't go to the medical center, let's go to Qing Xuanzong."

An hour later, in Emperor Xuanzong of the Qing Dynasty, Murong Mo sat on the steps, watching the disciples practicing swords below, but his mind was always on Murong Yun in the room.

"Are you the child brought back by the younger brother?" Seeing Murong Mo sitting here alone, the elder Qing Xuanzong stepped up and asked.

Murong Mo nodded, and replied: "Well, I'm waiting for Yun'er."

"Yun'er is the kid in the room just now, your younger brother, right?"

"Ah."

"Then do you want to protect your brother?"

"..." Murong Mo turned his head, looked at him, and said, "I'm already protecting him."

The Great Elder narrowed his eyes and said, "But, you don't have the ability yet, don't you? So, you can only run around with your sick brother,"

Qing Mo lowered his eyes: "This kind of thing is indeed because I am not as good as others..."

"Well... as long as you are my disciple, maybe you can protect your brother."

Murong Mo put it bluntly: "This is your goal, right! And the person who brought us back also, did he fancy our qualifications?"

The Great Elder smiled: "The orphans of other sects have good qualifications. No one will let such a good thing go, what do you think?"

"They said that Daddy colluded with people from the Demon Realm and betrayed everyone. He deserves death. If Daddy really did this, then Yun'er and I are considered allies, and you Qing Xuanzong will also have trouble."

"Ah? Is this kind of thing so important? But our ancestors are demon cultivators. If we want to talk about it, our entire sect can't escape. Are you afraid of the two of you?"

Murong Mo looked at the elder, turned his head, continued to look at the disciples practicing swords, and said, "The most common one is sword repair! I have practiced but I don't have this kind of talent."

The Great Elder placed his hand on Murong Mo's head, and said, "I'm not a swordsman, I'm a talisman. Do I have the talent to be a swordsman? Not everyone has to practice swordsmanship."

"Master, should I call you that?" Murong Mo folded his hands on his knees and lay between his arms.

"That's right, good student. By the way, your name is Murong Mo, right? You can't call him that name now, it's easy to be targeted." Seeing Murong Mo calling him a master, the First Elder was filled with joy in his heart.

"Then what's my name?"

"Qingmo, our ancestors started with the word Qing, so you should call it that too!"

"Do all disciples start with Qing?" How do you remember everyone's names?Are you not afraid of repetition?

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