After one month of preparation, the time for the sect competition has come.

Wujizi led many disciples to Fuliu County City.

Nowadays, the Qingyun Sword Sect is rich and no longer can find an inn like last year, and there is no need to live in the city lord's mansion. This time, the sect directly rented the largest and most luxurious inn in the county town in advance for the disciples to live in.

This time, the disciples who came here were not only the old disciples who participated in the competition, but Wuji also brought a group of new disciples to gain knowledge.

Because it will take only a few months to be the genius event once every three years. Any spiritual practitioner can participate in the genius event. If you have a high ranking, you can be on the Heavenly List. There are not only one celestial monument, but there are a total of seven celestial monuments. Each realm is a celestial monument, namely the Spiritual Pupil Realm, the Spiritual Scholar Realm, the Spiritual Master Realm, the Spirit King Realm, the Spiritual Venerable Realm, the Spiritual Immortal Realm and the Spirit Emperor Realm.

Only the top 100 spiritual cultivations in each realm can appear on the Heavenly Monument. Therefore, this Heavenly Monument is also called the Heavenly Monument. The spiritual cultivation whose name can appear on the Heavenly Monument must be the strongest one hundred people in the same realm in the continent, and they are famous geniuses on the entire continent.

Therefore, this three-year spiritual practice competition is also called the genius grand event.

The sect competition once a year, and the sect power of the sect arena.

Only this genius event is compared with personal abilities.

Now there are many good seedlings in the sect, and their strength is definitely not low within the same realm. This time, let them come out to have a long experience and let them show their strengths during the grand event in the future.

Mu Wushuang and his family had just sat in the room for a while, when Tang Yuan, the lord of Fuliu County City, came to visit in person.

Tang Yuan's attitude this time was more respectful than last time. Mu Wushuang remembered the sect competition last year. His Wuya Sect was promoted from a second-rate sect to a first-rate sect. Now he, the son of the head of the Wuya Sect, is very glorious. Unexpectedly, when he stood in front of the emperor, his attitude was still so respectful.

When Tang Yuan left, she found out from the emperor's uncle that the emperor's uncle helped a lot last year in the sect competition of Wuya Sect, otherwise Wuya Sect would not have become a first-class sect so easily.

Tsk, why is her man so powerful?

Many times what he reveals is just the tip of the iceberg. Others don’t know how powerful he is, but she knows how powerful her man is, so powerful that it makes people tremble.

The more I understand him, the more I am immersed in his charm.

Sometimes gentle and sometimes domineering, but affectionate and unrepentant, and never look at any woman more. There is only one such man in the world.

At night, when his son went to bed, Long Moshen set up a black barrier for him, so that he could not see or hear even when he woke up. Then he hugged his woman and turned into a wolf.

Long Mo kissed the fine sweat on her forehead and said to her in a low voice:

"Shuang'er, marry me. I've been planning to do it for four years. Can I marry me?"

Mu Wushuang looked at his deep purple eyes and wanted to nod, but she suddenly turned her back.

Long Moshen's breath stagnated, and his heart seemed to have stopped and could not beat.

Mu Wushuang suddenly turned around and hugged him, "Haha, I scared you! Uncle Emperor, why are you so careless?"

"Shuang'er, are you teasing me?" His purple eyes regained their spirits, with a look of happiness similar to the life after the disaster. He reached out and pinched the flesh on her body, "Hurry up and promise me, don't agree to me, I won't let you go down the floor today!"

"Oh, be gentle, I agree, can't you agree? Are you addicted to pinching your son? You're going to pinch me!"

"real?"

Long Mo was deeply ecstatic and directly picked her up with the quilt.

"I have given birth to you all my son, who will you marry if I don't marry? Who do you want me to marry?" Wushuang said with a smile.

"No one can marry you, you can only marry me! Shuang'er, then I'll prepare for the wedding now! Will we have a wedding in a month?" Long Moshen said excitedly, and was still cautious in asking for her opinions.

"A month is too fast. Uncle, I won't marry you. Why are you doing so anxious?"

She leaned her head lazily on his strong shoulder and said, "I still want to wait until I have recovered my memory. Without those years of memory, I always feel that my life without memory is not complete enough. I think when we were married, I already remembered what happened before."

"That's three months."

"The genius event three months later, and I don't know if I can remember it in three months. Uncle, why are you so anxious? I'm by your side every day, are you afraid that I will run away?"

Long Moshen hugged her tightly and said melancholy: "Well. I'm afraid that you will run away, so I will have no wife."

Seeing that he could still joke, Mu Wushuang also laughed, "Uncle Emperor, you are the young emperor of the Qinglong Divine Palace. How many women in the world want to be your wife."

"But I, Long Moshen, only Mu Wushuang, will only give her a chance no matter how others think about it. Shuang'er, after the Tianjiao Festival, let's get married. I want everyone in the world to know that you are my Long Moshen's wife, okay?"

His voice is low and very magnetic, especially when it is so affectionate, his voice is so good that it makes people pregnant.

Mu Wushuang curled the corners of his mouth, nodded to him, and said, "Okay, then, uncle, will I change my words and call you husband?"

Long Moshen's chest fluctuated violently a few times.

"Shuang'er screamed again."

He said his voice was deeper and more hoarse than before.

"What are you calling me again? Call me Uncle Emperor?"

She deliberately pretended not to understand, but she smiled so hard that she leaned back and forth, and the flowers were trembling.

"Call or not?"

"Uncle Emperor!"

"wrong!"

"What's that called?"

"Hurry up, good Shuang'er, call me husband."

"If you don't shout, I haven't married you yet!" She just didn't want to do it.

"Shuang'er, shout quickly." Someone was very anxious.

"Husband~"

Long Moshen only felt that the pores in his body were opened because of his Shuang'er's "husband", and his whole body was as unreal as floating in the clouds.

In order to verify that the sentence "husband" is really not true, he begged her to scream a few more times.

"I think beautifully. I haven't married you yet, so I won't call you!"

The consequence of not screaming is the pain in the back of the next day.

You never know how energetic a man is.

The next day, Long Moshen fed Mu Wushuang a pill to whom she could not get up in bed, and then she slowly got up with a grim look.

Xiao Xuanxi, who was in the compartment, ran over with a short leg and laughed at her mother for staying in bed.

Mu Wushuang's eyes looked at Long Moshen even more resentful.

It’s all your fault!

Long Moshen's handsome face was slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He squatted down and helped her put on shoes while saying as if he was pointing out:

"Next time Shuang'er is obedient, there will be no such punishment."

"snort!"

Mu Wushuang thought to himself that she was weaker than him. After the sect competition, she would go back to seclusion and let him become a monk!
Chapter completed!