MTL - All the Cultivators In the Immortal World Think That the Peak Master is Ruthless.-Chapter 7 Apprentice 7

   Chapter 7 Apprentice 7

   I didn't expect that this year's selection of inner disciples would have made such a big mistake, and a punishment would be indispensable.

   "Speak clearly." Gu Qingmo's voice was flat, but it made people feel more stressed.

   The disciple in charge trembled and said everything he knew.

   Mo Chuli indeed lived in the outer door, but only as a servant.

He was brought in by a young master when he entered the sect. He has no name, and he always looks sluggish. He will do whatever he wants, like a marionette, no matter who can step on it. .

   Later, the young master did not follow the rules of the house, was arrogant, selfish, lazy and selfish. When he went out to buy something, he said it out of his mouth, and finally died at the hands of others.

   This incident was not a big deal at the time, because it was Wan Jianzong, and it was the young boy who caused the trouble himself, and the fault came first, so the family behind him did not dare to ask for an explanation.

   I heard that not long after that, the family raised another child.

   Besides, Mo Chuli, the young master didn't take him with him on the day he went out, and no one paid attention to such an inconspicuous role at that time.

   The disciple in charge saw that he was pitiful, and he had never done anything out of the ordinary, so he kept him. At that time, the group of disciples had already passed the selection of inner disciples.

   Those new disciples who came later didn't know Mo Chuli's identity, they just regarded them as outer disciples like them.

   "So, that child is at least twenty years old so far?" Le Qingyan was shocked. He only saw that the child was over ten years old, but he didn't expect it to be over twenty.

   "We don't know about this either." The disciple in charge was a little flustered, "He has been here for twenty years, but he hasn't grown up much, he has always looked like a child."

   "How is it possible," Mingyue said in surprise, "Even if the body of a cultivator will grow slowly, it is impossible to maintain the appearance of a child all the time, not to mention that the child just now doesn't look like he has practiced at all."

  If you want to be immortal, you must at least be in the golden stage.

   "I, the disciples don't know either," the disciple in charge was about to cry, but he didn't expect that the person who stayed behind for a while would actually stab such a big basket, "But he has practiced, and now he is in the second stage of Qi training."

"Not necessarily," Le Qingyan knew very well, he really couldn't figure out Mo Chuli's specific bone age, "I once saw a special medicinal material in an herbal medicine collection. Stop at the moment he eats it."

   "What do you think, Junior Brother?"

   Mo Chuli has problems with her identity and herself. Liu Qingbai has no reason to condone Gu Qingmo's acceptance of an unidentified person as a direct disciple.

  Gu Qingmo just wanted to know about Mo Chuli, but only to know.

   "What do you think?" Gu Qingmo stared at the trembling figure with indifferent eyes, "My decision will not change. As for how to deal with this matter, you can do it as you please."

"Hmph, I just took someone from an unknown source as a disciple. If the other party is a spy from the demon and demon worlds, it's not you who will harm you! It's the entire Wanjian Sect!" Meng Jiyan hates Gu Qingmo the most. Deputy appearance, said no two, domineering indifference, do not put anyone in the eye.

  Gu Qingmo flicked his sleeves, "I'm here, what are you afraid of."

  …

  Mo Chuli looked at the cyan back who was leaving, and sat in the hot spring thinking about his current situation.

   He did not remember that he had used forbidden techniques such as body grabbing, so why would he possess a child after his death?

   Is it a curse soul?

   However, the curse of soul art requires the caster to exhaust all his own blood essence, and it is a forbidden art to succeed at the cost of his own soul.

   But this body, let alone casting spells, doesn't even have the spiritual power to activate the soul spell, so it is impossible to succeed.

   So, is it someone else?

   Those henchmen?

   However, if it was them, then why did he choose such a fragile body for him, and he also became Gu Qingmo's direct disciple, no matter how he thought about it, it was unreasonable.

   After struggling for a long time, there was no result. Even the memories of the Four Realms War were intermittent and incomplete. He didn't even know how he died.

   But Gu Qingmo was the one who killed him.

  Thinking about it, Mo Chuli felt sleepy, clawed at the pebbles with both hands, leaned against the edge of the hot spring and slowly fell asleep.

   When he opened his eyes again, he saw Gu Qingmo sitting at the square table drinking tea.

   "Master, Master." Mo Chuli still needs to get used to it, calling his biggest enemy Master, this feeling is really novel.

   "Well," Gu Qingmo responded and clicked on the food box beside him, "Change your clothes and come over to eat."

   "Yes, Master." Mo Chuli diligently played a well-behaved and shy child.

   The suit on him was soaked long ago when Gu Qingmo threw him into the hot spring.

   After changing into his disciple clothes, Mo Chuli obediently took the food box and placed the food inside on the table.

  Xueding's kitchen has not been cleaned up yet, these meals were brought back by Gu Qingmo from the disciple's cafeteria.

   Seeing that there is only one pair of bowls and chopsticks, Mo Chuli pretended to look at Gu Qingmo cautiously, "Master, there is only one pair of bowls and chopsticks here."

   "Well, for you."

   "Master, won't you eat?"

   "I have been fasting for many years as a teacher, so I don't need it."

  Mo Chuli looked at the dishes on the table, his mouth was tight.

   He hates his unsatisfactory body, and he is so weak that he can't take his eyes away when he sees the food.

  Gu Qingmo watched Mo Chuli gobble up, poured a cup of tea thoughtfully and put it by his hand.

   Seeing the cup of spiritual tea with clear and clear soup, Mo Chuli couldn't swallow the meat in his mouth.

  Gu Qingmo thought he was choking, "If you're choking, take a sip."

  Mo Chuli nodded, and then the speed of eating also slowed down, chewing slowly for fear of choking himself.

  Gu Qingmo didn't know what he liked to eat, so he took some of each food, so the square table not only had a lot of plates, but also a lot of it.

   Watching the child in front of him ate all the dishes like a storm, his eyes moved slightly.

   This kid eats a lot.

   How much food will he have to eat in the future? It seems that he needs to stock up on more ingredients.

  Mo Chuli saw Gu Qingmo staring at him all the time, for fear of revealing something, "Master..."

  Gu Qingmo returned to his senses, "Are you full?"

"Um."

   "Pack up these things and send them down the mountain tomorrow."

  Gu Qingmo supported his head, and the child's figure was reflected in his clear and cold black eyes.

   "Have you ever practiced?"

  Mo Chuli's body stiffened, and then he said, "Yes, the disciple is now in the second stage of Qi training."

   "Stretch out your hand." Gu Qingmo took out a crystal clear cobblestone from his sleeve.

  Mo Chuli knew that this was a spirit-testing stone.

   "Infuse your spiritual power."

   Mo Chuli pretended not to understand anything, Gu Qingmo said something and he moved.

  The Spirit Stone in Mo Chuli's hands gradually glowed, an ethereal and dreamy blue.

  Gu Qingmo raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't expect to be another mutant spirit root.

   (end of this chapter)