Chapter 687 - The direct disciple is Mozun (17)

Chapter 687 The direct disciple is the demon king (17)

“The wound on his body…”

The disciples in the audience wanted to refute something, but Mu Lan scolded coldly, “Enough! Take them out first.”

With an order, the other disciples dragged out the troublesome disciples one after another.

Mulan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If they are allowed to continue talking, Sang Jian will have to solve it himself later, which will be difficult to handle.

“Master, I will take care of this matter, please rest assured.” He turned his head and promised Sang Jian.

“You have to ask your junior brother if he is happy.” Sang Jian winked and asked Mu Lan to look at Yun Xian.

Mulan: “…”

He doesn’t approve of this junior, let him speak, he really has nothing to say.

Similarly, Yun Xian did not want to communicate with Mu Lan.

The two looked at each other, and quickly avoided looking at each other.

Finally, Yun Xian said: “I believe the head can handle it well. There are many outer disciples like me who were injured before. I hope the head can handle it.”

They are here to learn how to practice, not to be prey.

Mulan replied blankly: “I see.”

…

This matter is considered over.

Mulan also rearranged a place for Sang Jian to live.

She needs a clean place, and Mu Lan asked someone to sort out the forbidden area in the back mountain.

The so-called forbidden area behind the mountain is the place where Sang Jian was suppressed before.

The mausoleum was converted into a separate courtyard.

Sang Jian: It came out, but not completely.

I don’t know what Mu Lan’s purpose is, whether there is really no other place, or there are other ideas.

The entire back hill became Sangjian’s own territory.

Plus an unwilling cloud string.

“Old Ancestor, do you want to cut this pile of grass?”

Although Mu Lan asked someone to help build another courtyard, there are still many weeds outside the courtyard that have not been dealt with.

It’s up to Yun Xian to do it himself.

Perhaps Yun Xian didn’t know why she had to bring him with her before, but he understood after knowing that he was a scapegoat.

But doing odd jobs in the back mountain every day, I still don’t feel very happy.

Sang Jian was sitting on the grand teacher’s chair basking in the sun, and raised his eyelids when he heard this, “See how big your cultivation area is. If you think it’s enough, you don’t need to continue weeding.”

Yunxian: “…”

His hand holding the sickle paused for a moment, silent for a moment, and asked uncertainly, “Do you really want to teach me how to practice?”

He thought she was just joking.

After all, he is just a scapegoat.

“Otherwise, why would I accept you as an apprentice?” Sang Jian felt a little baffled, “Young man, don’t think about things all day long, work hard!”

Yunxian: “…”

It wasn’t that he was thinking about things, but her purpose was too obvious.

Sang Jian looked at his pensive look, and sighed softly, “You don’t even want to call me Master.”

“…”

“It doesn’t matter, I will still teach you everything I have learned all my life.”

She said it lightly, and Yun Xian felt another feeling in her heart.

Maybe she was afraid that he would be played to death by the demon king at that time? So teach him something about self-defense?

The more Yun Xian thought about it, the more he felt that this was the truth.

Then silently continued weeding.

Anyway, things have come to this point, learning more things is indeed better than no one.

Instead of being an outer disciple all the time, following Sang Jian is the best choice.

…

In three days, Yun Xian got rid of all the weeds around, and the scenery of the back mountain changed again.

It seems to be the only firework in a fairyland that does not eat fireworks.

(end of this chapter)