Morning Star

Chapter 210: None of the Mohist people are good. Except Mo Xinglan

"Third sister..." Chu Furong murmured in shock as if she wanted to say something, but she only said three words and nothing else.

Zhuohua was also frightened. He looked at Chu Furong and asked uncertainly, "Is that...my sister?"

Chu Furong did not answer, and no one answered him.

Everyone wanted to ask this question at this moment, except Mo Xinglan who knew the truth.

He half-closed his eyes and watched the scene on the stage quietly.

Mo Yun on the stage wanted to retreat but couldn't.

This was the first time she had encountered such a situation in her life. She didn't expect Chujiu to be so fearless that he would rush towards her sword.

Chujiu's sneer deepened when he saw her expression, and he raised his right hand and clenched it in the air. The Lingyun Whip not far away flew into her hand.

The joints on the whip made crisp collision sounds and came together to form a snow-white bone sword.

The next moment he raised his hand and stabbed Mo Yun's shoulder with a sword without mercy.

Mo Yun took a breath and frowned tightly together.

Without giving Mo Yun any chance to react, Chujiu released the hand that was holding Mo Yun, gathered his spiritual energy and slapped Mo Yun's abdomen with one palm.

This palm was so powerful that it sent Mo Yun flying backwards. He hit the barrier and fell to the ground, spitting blood.

"Who... are you?" She lay on the ground and looked coldly at Chujiu who was standing in front of her.

"Heh, who am I?" Chujiu sneered and looked at her sarcastically.

Then he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the hostility in his eyes had dissipated a little.

She raised her hand to smooth the hair that was covering her eyes, looked down at Mo Yun and said sarcastically, "I am... your father."

"You..." Mo Yun was so angry that he vomited blood.

Chujiu put down his hand, still with a sneer on his face, but his heart was already in a mess.

What the hell just happened? Why was she so angry all of a sudden, wanting to kill everyone?

Could it be that it belongs to the original owner?

She hadn’t asked before whether the soul of Piaomiao’s original owner was still there, so it seemed she had to interrogate him carefully this time.

The audience, especially those who supported Mo Yun, were furious after hearing Chujiu's words.

They all said things like "Why are you still swearing?"

"Tsk!" Chujiu rolled his eyes at them and didn't bother to pay attention to this group of brainless fans.

He turned around and looked at Mo Yun who had already stood up and said with a smile: "You can still stand up, okay, keep going."

The Lingyun Whip is made from the bones of the ancient spiritual beast white dragon. The damage it causes is naturally more serious than that caused by ordinary weapons. So based on the current situation, Mo Yun's injuries are more serious than hers.

Moreover, she felt that the palm strike she had just made was very powerful, and it seemed that Mo Yun was having a hard time standing.

But judging from the current situation, she is not in an advantageous position. She is not much better than Mo Yun.

Moreover, the Lingyun Whip in her hand just turned into the Lingyun Sword.

Damn, she can't use a sword! What's worse is that she doesn't know how to change back.

Wait, it seems, that’s not entirely true.

She didn't know how to use it, but Ling Yun in the past knew how to use it. If she remembered correctly, Bai Ximin had taught Ling Yun a set of swordsmanship. With Ling Yun's unforgettable memory, she should, maybe, probably know how to use it... a little bit.

So she started fighting with Mo Yun again using that unfamiliar and fragmentary sword technique.

Although her swordsmanship was full of loopholes, fortunately she could catch the opponent by surprise.

In addition, Mo Yun's injuries were more serious than hers, so she barely had the upper hand.

The people in the audience looked at Chujiu's moves and expressed their surprise, saying they had never seen them before.

Gao Yashan then asked, "When will Xiaojiu learn to use a sword?"

Although there are many loopholes, some of the moves are still used quite well.

Chu Furong shook her head and thought about it. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "I think I've seen someone use these moves before."

"Master, are you talking about Bai Ximin?" Zhuohua chuckled.

Chu Furong's eyes lit up: "Yes, it's him."

"..."

Mo Xinglan listened and felt annoyed.

I remembered the scene in Lingyun’s obsessive dream where Bai Ximin taught Lingyun swordsmanship.

He is not Bai Ximin, and she is not Ling Yun.

He regretted having a memory that didn't belong to him, but he was also glad.

What a contradiction.

On the stage, after dozens of moves, Chujiu used all his spiritual power to slash at Mo Yun with a sword.

Mo Yun narrowly escaped.

The spiritual energy on the sword blade was not only from Chujiu, but also from Lingyun Whip itself. The combined power of the two was fierce. Mo Yun dodged it, but the barrier around the arena could not be avoided and was smashed to pieces.

She just wanted to end this competition quickly.

Without thinking too much, she flew over and exchanged a few moves with Mo Yun, who was already doomed. She turned around and kicked Mo Yun off the stage.

Someone just shouted "Xiao Yun" and caught Mo Yun who was about to fall to the ground.

After Mo Mingjie inquired about Mo Yun's situation, he raised his head and glared at Chujiu on the stage fiercely: "Chujiu, you are such a vicious person..."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Mo Yun grabbed his sleeve and interrupted him. He didn't say anything but looked at Chujiu fiercely.

"Xiao Yun?" Mo Mingjie was unwilling.

She shook her head and said weakly, "Go back."

Mo Mingjie was stunned for a moment, then responded softly, picked up Mo Yun and turned to leave.

Before leaving, he did not forget to warn in a cold voice: "Chujiu, this matter is not over yet."

After saying that, he quickly left.

“……”Chujiu rolled his eyes, expressing his speechlessness.

The person who sent the challenge letter was Mo Yun, and it was also Mo Yun who beat her so badly at the beginning. Now that Mo Yun lost and was injured, it was her fault.

What he meant was that Mo Yun was allowed to hit her, but she was not allowed to hit Mo Yun.

Oh, none of the people from the Mohist school are good.

Except Mo Xinglan.

After rolling his eyes, he glanced at the audience who were all stunned.

She didn't treat them well, because she didn't forget that they were the ones who scolded her the most before.

Suddenly her face froze. There was a girl in her sight, the girl she missed the most and was full of regrets about. She should not have appeared, but she did.

The girl had a smile on her face. Was she happy for her?

Chujiu took a step forward: "Xiao..."

Before he could finish his words, his legs started to go weak. The world was spinning, and the things in front of him started to become blurry.

She thought she would fall to the cold, hard ground, but the next moment she was embraced in a warm embrace.

A sweet aroma wafted from my nose. I knew who it was without even looking.

"Jiuer..." Mo Xinglan held her and slowly sat on the ground, calling softly.

She opened her mouth and tried to raise her eyes to see him clearly, but her eyelids seemed to be against her and kept drooping until she lost consciousness.

A tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.

……

Inn.

The old shopkeeper has returned and still often lies down and takes a nap in the same place as before.

Chu Furong and Gao Yashan would sometimes stay in the kitchen to help Chujiu make medicine.

Zhuohua, who had nothing to do, sometimes wanted to go see Chujiu and take the opportunity to stay with Mo Xinglan for a while, but he would always be thrown out by Mo Xinglan. In the end, he had to go to Chu Furong, and sometimes he would go to talk to the old shopkeeper if he didn't sleep.

Mo Xinglan stayed by Chujiu's side. He was really tired that day and fell asleep on the bed without realizing it.