Mo'er thought. Huangfu Liuyun raised his eyebrows and said.
"It seems that something has happened that I don't know about, and my father doesn't seem to know either." When Huangfu Qingmo said this, there was some joy in his tone.
"Hehe, Mo'er, the father of the world, of course there are things that the father does not know, does Mo'er think that there are people in this world who can know everything." Huangfu Liuyun seemed to be in a good mood, and even joked with Huangfu Qingmo.
"Mo'er should be careful when fighting, don't let people in." Huangfu Liuyun commanded lightly.
"Yes." Huangfu replied coldly.
At the end of the competition, the ten places were determined.
They are Moqing (Huangfu Qingmo), Jia Ren, Lei Mu, Huangfu Qingyin, Huangfu Qingliu, Luoyue, Qianyi, Miao Pingding, Wei Bin, and Ge Hong.
The team was led by Yan Shu and Shi Ling.
"The competition didn't last long, less than a month, but it brought out so many things." Zong Meng said with emotion.
"yes, I just don't know if the road to the orc country is peaceful." Shi Ling's eyebrows couldn't hide the worry.
In the palace, Huangfu Liuyun hugged Huangfu Qingmo.
"Bring this thing on." Huangfu Liuyun's hand doesn't know what's going on, and there is a pocket-sized guqin.
Huangfu Qingmo stretched out two fingers, gently pinched the guqin in his hand, took it to the front, and looked at it.
"Dripping blood."
"Magic weapon." Huangfu Qingmo looked at the guqin that had grown bigger after absorbing his own blood.
"I'm not good at sound attack." Huangfu lightly pointed out the facts.
"The Heart Sutra of the Magic Sound." Huangfu Liuyun's voice said without ups and downs.
"Two together?" Huangfu Qingmo looked at Huangfu Liuyun suspiciously.
"Two put together." Although Huangfu Liuyun did not answer positively, he also affirmed Huangfu Qingmo's guess from the side.
"Five floors." Huangfu Liuyun spoke again.
Hearing Huangfu Liuyun's explanation, Huangfu Qingmo finally understood, it turned out that the Demon Sound Heart Sutra, after cultivating to the fifth layer, he could choose to form an attack through his own words or through other musical instruments.
"Why don't you give the emperor a clear voice." Huangfu Qingmo raised his eyebrows, if he remembered correctly, Huangfu Qingyin seemed to be very good at sound attack.
"Natal Weapon."
"Natality?" Huangfu Qingmo understood when he heard it.
The natal weapon is to be refined by yourself, even if it is poor, it is also your other life, and the natal weapon has one of the most special characteristics is that it can grow with the improvement of the owner's cultivation, so the natal weapon is actually a growing magic weapon, and because it is refined by yourself, it will be very easy to use.
And even if the guqin in his hand is very good now, but with the stand-in of Xiuwei, it will be useless in the future, and Huangfu Qingyin majors in sound attack, qin, is his weapon and his partner, if it is replaced after many years, people will always be reluctant, which may produce two results, either he continues to use the guqin that is no longer suitable for him because of reluctance, or he throws the guqin, but because of the reluctance to leave a gap in his heart, and this will give the future demons a chance.
Huangfu Qingmo stroked the guqin instrument in his hand that had turned into a ring, and slowly walked towards the carriage.
Huangfu Qingyin looked at Huangfu Qingmo's movements, and was a little curious, what the ring was.
Entering the carriage, Huangfu Qingyin sat in front of Huangfu Qingmo, and after a while, Jia Ren also sat in, and Lei Mu sat outside the carriage. There were three people in this carriage, and the others were in the other carriages.
"Mo Qing, what is that ring?" Jia Ren looked at the extra ring on Huangfu Qingmo's hand and asked curiously.
"Guqin." Huangfu replied coldly.
The carriage moved forward slowly, the sound of the swaying car, and the soft collapse, making Huangfu Qingmo, who was busy with the characteristics of the guqin last night and familiar with the fifth layer of the Demon Yin Heart Sutra, drowsy.
Huangfu Qingyin looked at Huangfu Qingmo's tired face, and his eyes showed a deep concern.
Bent down and hugged Huangfu Qingmo in his arms.
Feeling the strangeness with a familiar embrace, Huangfu Qingmo closed his eyes, let himself sink into sleep, and played chess with Zhou Gong.
The wheels of the carriage turned, "Gollum, Gollum", and on the road to the western orc country, a long convoy slowly moved forward. Occasionally, a few cultivators passed by their car, and they only looked at them with curiosity and appreciation, while those who were not cultivators looked at them with envy.
"Moqing, wake up."
Huangfu Qingmo felt in his fog that someone was talking in his ear, but because the name in the words was not familiar to him, he turned over and prepared to continue sleeping.
"Clear ink, clear ink." Huangfu Qingyin looked at Huangfu Qingmo, who was about to continue sleeping, afraid that he would be hungry, so he had to lean into his ear and gently call the name that had been called countless times in his heart.
"Hmm~" The familiar name sounded in his ears, and Huangfu Qingmo opened his eyes a little impatiently.
Seeing Huangfu Qingyin's face with a gentle smile, he remembered that he seemed to be in the carriage, and it seemed that he had slept really deeply.
"It's time for dinner." Huangfu Qingyin explained gently.
Huangfu Qingmo blinked vigorously and got up from Huangfu Qingyin's arms.
Feeling the temperature in his arms disappear, Huangfu Qingyin's heart swelled with a faint sense of loss.
Huangfu Qingmo got out of the carriage and saw a group of carriages in a circle, and students and teachers were eating dry food around two bonfires.
Ye Wushuang stood in front of Huangfu Qingmo's carriage, and Lei Mu was already holding Jia Ren to find food.
"Young Master." Ye Wushuang looked at Huangfu Qingmo worriedly, and Huangfu Qingmo's abnormal sleep made him worried.
"I was tired last night." Huangfu explained lightly.
"Yes." Ye Wushuang lowered his head and didn't ask.
The aroma of barbecue came, and Huangfu Qingmo's stomach rumbled after a day of hunger.
Ye Wushuang looked up and glanced at Huangfu Qingmo in surprise, Huangfu Qingmo's face was slightly red, and Huangfu Qingyin, who got out of the car behind Huangfu Qingmo, had a gentle and doting smile on the corner of his mouth.
Picking up Huangfu Qingmo and walking in the direction of the bonfire, Jia Ren was already waving to them.
Ye Wushuang looked at Huangfu Qingyin, who was holding Huangfu Qingmo, his brows couldn't help frowning, and there was a flicker of displeasure in his eyes.
As if sensing Ye Wushuang's emotions, Huangfu Qingyin glanced at Ye Wushuang from an angle that Huangfu Qingmo couldn't see, his eyes were very calm, and he didn't seem to take Ye Wushuang's displeasure to heart at all, and seemed to be provoking.
"Mo Qing, you can really sleep, you actually slept all day, and you didn't even eat lunch." Jia Ren teased Huangfu Qingmo, and did not forget to tear the barbecue in his hand.
It turned out that the aroma of barbecue came from Jia Ren and them.