Chapter 8 Apprentice 8

   "Master?" The sallow face was a little nervous.

   "It's a wind-type spiritual root, it's really rare."

  Although Wind Spirit Root and Ice Spirit Root and Lei Ling Root are both mutant spirit roots, they do not have the strong attack power of the two attributes of ice and thunder, except that they are slightly better in terms of speed.

   Moreover, the rarity of the wind spirit root is higher.

  Feng Linggen is most suitable for concealment and tracking, and is usually trained as an assassin or a spy.

   Mo Chuli was also surprised that this body had such a good talent, even better than his original body.

  Gu Qingmo tapped his fingertips, unable to tell what he was thinking.

   "There are many rooms on the top of the snow. You can decide which one you want, and then go and pack it."

  Because she lived alone on the top of the snow, those useless rooms were packed up.

   "Then... which room does the master live in?" Mo Chuli stared at Gu Qingmo timidly, with anticipation in his eyes.

  Gu Qingmo thought for a while, where does she live?

   I used to go to retreat and practice, and I haven't been back to my room for a long time.

   Even yesterday, she just sat in the front hall all night.

   Looking at the expectant little eyes, she couldn't let the apprentice see her jokes.

   "Why ask this?"

   Mo Chuli smiled shyly, "Disciple, I want to live with Master."

   It is more convenient for him to assassinate if he lives nearer.

   "You see which room you want, and pack a bigger one."

   "Okay, Master." The child's voice was not very pleasant, like it was dry and hoarse after not drinking water for a long time.

  Gu Qingmo took out a small fiery red crystal wrapped in light tulle from the storage bag.

  Mo Chuli was a little curious, "Master, what is this?"

   This time he didn't pretend, he really had never seen such a thing.

   As a Demon Venerable, whether he uses or eats it, it is of high quality, so how could he pay attention to such a small thing.

  Gu Qingmo hung the crystal around his neck, "It's just a gadget called Fire Spirit Crystal, a very common crystal that can make you feel more comfortable on top of the snow."

   It's just that she didn't say that this Fire Spirit Crystal was refined by Meng Jiyan in the past, and its texture was better than ordinary Fire Spirit Crystal.

   Moreover, only their residence on this snow top is shrouded in her spiritual consciousness. Once they leave this area, they will be eroded by the cold air.

   As for Mo Chuli's current body, once Gu Qingmo's protection is gone, he will be frozen into a human flesh popsicle in an instant, and it doesn't look very tasty.

  Mo Chuli felt that this spar exudes a warm breath, and it is very comfortable to stick to his heart.

   "Go, find a room you like and live there."

"Um."

   Mo Chuli happily ran into the apse.

   Taking advantage of the opportunity to find a room, he has to quickly find out the structure of this palace, and it is best to find Gu Qingmo's small vault, then it will be perfect.

   But he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, after all, this temple has always been under Gu Qingmo's spiritual consciousness.

   His every move will be clearly seen by her.

   However, Gu Qingmo didn't pay attention to these, but began to be in a daze.

   She didn't come back to her senses until there was no more steam coming out of the tea cup.

  's mind moved, and a piece of rice paper appeared in front of him, holding a wolf cent in his hand.

  The pen walks dragons and snakes, vigorous and powerful, with black and white characters, clearly and plainly.

  Gu Qingmo looked at it and was very satisfied with his words.

   When Liu Qingbai came over, he happened to see her sitting at the square table.

   sighed in his heart that he hadn't seen Gu Qingmo practicing calligraphy for a long time.

   picked up one, only to find the majestic word "recipe" written on it.

  Liu Qingbai covered her heart, feeling inexplicable colic here.

   "Brother, what's the matter?" Gu Qingmo didn't lift his head, and concentrated on writing the recipe.

  Liu Qingbai opened his mouth, not knowing which to say first.

   However, comparing the two things, it seems that the recipe is more important.

  After all, human life is at stake.

   "Qingmo, where did you get this recipe from?" Liu Qingbai glanced at it, and there was nothing wrong with the ingredients and methods above.

   "Senior brother forgot? This is what you taught me before."

  Liu Qingbai squinted and looked down again.

  So...what is the problem?

   No problem recipe, like a poison meal.

   How did his junior sister do it?

   "Cough, Qing Mo, I don't need to worry about reading the recipe according to Senior Brother."

  No matter what, the most important thing is to let Gu Qingmo get rid of the idea of ​​cooking first.

   "Why?"

   "Because there is still a school."

   After the outer sect disciples have been selected, they will be collectively arranged in one place, and then have a one-year school lecture.

After the    school is over, they will choose which peak to enter according to their preference.

   Therefore, the biggest difference between the disciples of Wanjianzong and the disciples of other sects is that they are proficient in one item and understand a few.

   In general, everything is a little bit.

The lecturers of the    school are the masters of their peaks, and the place of class is not fixed.

   In previous years, the courses of swordsmanship were taught by Liu Qingbai on behalf of him.

"Look, you can't keep this child on the top of the snow and keep him from contacting people..." Speaking of this, Liu Qingbai felt a little guilty, "That year was not only for them to explore the direction, but also to get acquainted with each other. the process of."

   Seeing that Gu Qingmo didn't react, he frowned slightly, with a little nervousness, "You don't want him to be isolated by his classmates in the future."

   The indifferent black pupils moved slightly, without showing any emotion, "Then let him go."

   "Then for the meal during this time, let him go to the disciple's cafeteria, save you running around, trouble."

   "No trouble," Gu Qingmo put away the recipes, "Since I showed up for the selection today, there is no reason to push the school's courses again."

  Gu Qingmo's swordsmanship has already reached the pinnacle, so she is willing to teach is naturally excellent.

   "If those disciples saw you, they would be very happy."

   "Well," Gu Qingmo put a cup of tea in front of him, "Brother, have a cup of tea."

  Liu Qingbai's smile froze, "You don't need to drink tea, senior brother will leave first if he has something to do."

   "Oh, brother, walk slowly." Gu Qingmo's voice did not fluctuate.

After    left, Liu Qingbai suddenly remembered that he hadn't said his business yet!

   However, it doesn't matter if she says it or not, she doesn't care about the discipline of the disciple.

   "Come out." Gu Qingmo poured out the tea he had just brewed, his expression indifferent.

   "Master," Mo Chuli put his hands on the door frame and stared at her cautiously, "The disciple has chosen a room."

   "Well," Gu Qingmo explained again, "That was your uncle in charge just now."

  Mo Chuli certainly knew who that person was, but this body did not.

   "The disciple knows."

   "Which room?"

   Mo Chuli's brows moved slightly, Gu Qingmo didn't know which room he chose?

Is    a temptation?

"over there."

   "Let's go."

   Gu Qingmo didn't seem to ask him why he planned to hide behind the door.

   Thanks to him, he still thought of what to say in case of being discovered!

   (end of this chapter)