Chapter 241

Chi Botian once taught Mo Li: move is dead, man is alive. Compared with the old-fashioned moves, the excellent reaction and response in the process of fighting can sometimes determine the final result more.

The essence of wanmuguan's green wood sword formula is that it doesn't use force. There is the spirit of the dragon in the sea. Mo Li is not only more sensitive to the aura of heaven and earth than others, but also has an amazing speed of understanding martial arts. With the support of wood's aura source, Mo Li engraves this set of green wood sword formula into his mind through the fight with Wuzheng.

All this seems simple, but if Mo Li does not fully understand the origin of wood properties, it is also very difficult to achieve.

Wuzheng finally realized how ignorant his previous arrogance was. Through the drill of moves, Mo Li realized that there were many flaws in his understanding of Qingmu sword formula. Because of this, Wuzheng's attitude towards this man was more complicated.

In any case, Wan Muguan's disciples are aware of Mo Li's strength. Looking at the young man's back, a group of inner disciples gather in groups and express their feelings.

Walking through the black bamboo forest and along the smooth path, Mo Li finally saw an ancient Taoist temple near the top of the mountain. On the black plaque, there are three words of "WanMu Temple". After years of wind and frost, Mo Li is magnificent.

Before they had time to step into the gate, a full voice came out of the view: "no dust, you can continue to practice at Houshan waterfall. Li'er, xue'er and Feifei, you come in!"

There is no doubt that the voice of the old, dust-free a few people look at each other, bow respectfully to the gate, helplessly turned away.

After entering the gate, what impressed the eyes of the three people was a simple courtyard, which was not luxurious, but brick by brick showed its simplicity and massiness. At the end of the courtyard is the lobby, which houses the statues and God cards of the ancestors.

From a distance, Mo Li saw six old people in Taoist costumes waiting on both sides of the statue of the founder. The old man right above is the dead wood of WanMu temple.

Mo Li straightens his clothes and takes Su ranxue and Hua Feifei to the dead wood.

"I have never regretted seeing you, master and uncle!"

"I have never dreamt of my master, my teachers and uncles!"

Mo Li and Su ranxue kowtow respectfully to a group of old people, but Hua Feifei, holding a snowball, stood in the hall at a loss.

"Well... Get up!"

Kuki smoothed his beard, nodded to Mo Li and Su ranxue with satisfaction, and said, "although you have given me a salute in Qingfeng mountain, you have never been engraved in the genealogy of WanMu temple. This is because you have not given me a salute. You come here and kowtow to your grandmaster for nine times. After you are masters and clean your soul, you two are my true disciples of wanmuguan. "

Pure soul?

Mo Li was a little curious about the meaning of the word, but he went with Su ranxue to kowtow to the statue of the founder in front of him. After Li Cheng, Mo Li found that there was a yellow branch on the dead wood's hand, which was held by the dead wood after he met in Qingfeng city.

The dead wood held the dead branches in his hands and recited words in his mouth. On the withered branches, there are bursts of silver light, covering Mo Li and Su ranxue's bodies. Gradually Mo Li feels that his soul seems to be bathed in the spring sun, so comfortable that he wants to groan, and the fatigue of driving these days also disappears.

After the dead wood ceremony, Mo Li found that his deep understanding of the wood attribute seemed to be more thorough than before. You should know that he completely mastered the original strength of the wood attribute, and he could go further with the help of the dead wood!

Compared with Mo Li, Su ranxue has gained more. Yizong was originally the practice of water and wood. Now her understanding of wood attributes is more and more transparent, which not only helps Su ranxue's cultivation speed in the future, but also makes her medical skills have more room for improvement.

At the end of the ceremony, deadwood took out a yellow ancient book from the ring, solemnly engraved the names of Mo Li and Su ranxue, and then nodded contentedly.

"Well, now you two are my true disciples of wanmuguan! If you have nothing to do, you can go and see it by yourself, but I don't think it's of any use to you two. Here, I'd like to introduce some of you

Kuki introduced the old people in the hall to his two disciples one by one.

There are six elders of the kuzi generation in wanmuguan, including Kurong, kugu, kuchan, Kuye and kuxian.

They saluted several elders one by one, and at the same time, they inevitably received a lot of gifts.

For Mo Li and Su ranxue, a group of old guys are naturally very satisfied, but a group of people who have become elite have not forgotten another girl in the hall at this time.

After the ceremony, a group of old people's eyes immediately shifted to Hua Feifei, who was sitting in the central Futon with a snowball in her arms.

Kuki naturally knew what his group of old fellows were thinking. But he shook his head and grinned bitterly. He coughed a few times and said, "Feifei, you agreed to be my registered disciple of wanmuguan to enter the Jiufeng ruins. I don't know whose door you want to worship."

As soon as the dead wood's voice fell, the old people in the hall could not help straightening their waists and staring at the girl with two long horsetails in the middle, waiting for her response.

No one here is short-sighted. The strength and talent of the little girl can't escape their eyes. Even if she is a registered disciple, it's good to receive it. And as long as the girl is willing to be a registered disciple, it's not impossible for her to become a formal disciple. If it's a big deal, she will spoil her and win it with sugar coated bullets.

Hua Feifei raised her head, looked at the expectant eyes of a group of old people, and said, "whatever, as long as I can go into the ruins with Mo Li's brother and Xue er's sister."

"Little girl, my name is kuchan, otherwise you will worship under my door?"

"Little girl, your name is Feifei, isn't it? I'm kugu. I like to mix with young people when I have nothing to do. Are you interested in worshipping me? "

"Miss Feifei, we had a good chat in the holy hand hall before, otherwise you would worship under my door?"

.......

A group of old people rush to open their mouths to do their work. They want to use all the good words on the little girl. They look at Mo Li and Su ranxue and shake their heads.

What's the most precious these days?

Talent!