"Special coach of Shushan Sword Museum? Master Zhou, it's not me that we Yumo has never been exposed to swords, this..."

Yun Qianqiu hesitated a little.

"It is normal that I haven't been in contact with it. Not many people in Daxuan have ever been in contact with Jiandao."

Zhou Chen waved his hand and signaled the other party to have tea. "Don't worry, Master Yun Pavilion, Mo Yu has a talent for sword training. When she comes to me, she can only shine and heat, and she will definitely not suffer any grievances. Besides, it is not considered officially joining our Shushan Sword Hall. She is still a member of the Yunmo Martial Arts Hall, just a coach here."

I really don't understand your operation.

Yun Qianqiu frowned, turned his head and looked at Xiu Yumo a few times, and asked in his heart: Also, aren’t your name Yumo? Why did he call you Moyu?

What responded to him was Xiu Yumo's helpless eyes.

When this gaze fell into his eyes, Yun Qianqiu thought about the annual drama:

"Because everyone calls the name Yumo, it's not special, so I allow him to call me Moyu."

"You're crazy! Why should he?"

"Sorry, you are very good, but... Master Zhou is even better."

Yun Qianqiu was annoyed: "What are you talking about? How long have you known him for!"

"How long does not matter, what is important is feeling. Feeling it is enough."

"He is a scumbag, a scumbag! Didn't you say you hate a scumbag? You have also collected a lot of information about the owner of the Zhou Dynasty, you..."

Yun Qianqiu's pupils were earthquakes, and he looked at Xiu Yumo.

"Yes, I'm sorry, you're right."

When Xiu Yumo was in his early 10 years old, he was brought to the martial arts school to practice. Yun Qianqiu really treated this girl as a daughter.

At this moment, the feeling of déjà being slapped by a pig became stronger and stronger.

In fact, all the above conversations were made up by him personally.

Xiu Yumo’s real thought was: “I don’t let him call me Yumo, Miss Xiu sounds strange, so he insists on calling me Moyu, Moyu… it sounds even more strange.”

"There is also the Shushan Sword Hall. Zhou Chen insisted on pulling me in to be a coach. He was so vague that he was not careful and I got on his... pirate ship."

"Maybe I really have a fate with Jian. Sorry, the owner of the museum, I want to give it a try. But don't worry, I was a member of the Yunmo Martial Arts Hall in my life, and a ghost of the Yunmo Martial Arts Hall in my life!"

Yun Qianqiu picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip. His expression was complicated, "Master Zhou, please forgive me for your martial arts school...Shen Meng and Chu Yao, I heard that these two people are also as if they are ashamed of the moon and the flowers are shy, and the fish falls and geese are falling."

"Who would think there are so many beauties in the martial arts school..."

The voice came to an abrupt end, Zhou Chen looked at him, he looked at Zhou Chen.

Blinking each other's eyes.

Exposed, you are exposed!!

Yun Qianqiu's face turned black.

"I mean, our Shushan Sword Museum needs a suitable person to connect the past and the future. Xiu Yumo has a good talent in swordsmanship and is very suitable to be this candidate."

"So that's true?"

"Natural." Zhou Chenzheng pointed, "And I guess the owner of Yun Pavilion has had a headache about Mo Yu's shadow. I asked her to come to Shushan Sword Museum to make it easier for me to observe nearby. To be honest, the owner of Yun Pavilion, the shadow in her body is extraordinary."

"The owner of the Pavilion Zhou has a way to cure Yumo's disease?" When talking about shadow, Yun Qianqiu was unconscious of his seriousness.

"No one can guarantee such a thing. I can only say that I will do my best."

"Okay." Yun Qianqiu was slightly moved, "I can still trust the ability of the Lord Zhou, so I'll ask you."

"rest assured."

I will take good care of your Mo Yu.

Zhou Chen raised his head, looked at Xiu Yumo with alert eyes, then grinned and showed his white teeth.

Don't get me wrong, he is just interested in the shadows in her body.

——

"Brother Ran, how are your arms?"

Today, the enrollment ended, and most of the students did not choose to leave. The Sword Hall changed its place and provided more accommodation. There was no time during the day. This conspired that the people gathered in the dojo, in groups of three or three, or exchanged or practiced swords.

Zhang Moxuan wiped his sweat and came to Wang Ran's side.

"The arm...is better, it's not good or bad, what about you?" Wang Ran asked, "You have a great influence. The owner also told you to observe in the hospital for a few more days."

"I'm fine." Zhang Moxuan waved his left arm, "But then again, I could feel a strange force entrenched in my body, with a small amount, and compared with spiritual power, it can be said to be clearly distinguished."

"That is evil energy, a strange power, you are not wrong with it." Wang Ran stopped swinging his sword, with a grim expression, "Don't worry about it. It is said that power is not evil, but the people who use it are different. This view does not apply to evil energy at all. As the owner of the Pavilion Zhou also admitted, this is an evil power!"

"Don't worry, Brother Ran, I'm not stupid enough to touch these."

Although he was older than Wang Ran, he spoke up with Brother Ran, and Zhang Moxuan didn't find it strange.

This is the case in Shushan Sword Museum. If you don’t judge the size of your age, you will be the focus of the crowd.

"After that, I was already polluted, and the gray fog incident caused me to be double polluted. Although I was affected by the gray fog compared to most people, I was very little affected in the gray fog, but there were still some."

"I didn't feel this kind of change in the first few days. Until these two days, the two evil spirits complement each other and continue to grow. If this continues, something will happen sooner or later."

Wang Ran frowned and said.

"Brother Ran..."

This is the first time Zhang Moxuan heard him mention this matter, "Whether to tell the owner, some things cannot be delayed."

"Well, I should really say it."

Wang Ran didn't want to be young, his mind was eroded by strangeness, and eventually became a strange existence that was not human, strange or weird.

The two were still talking, and suddenly their left arm trembled and his face changed drastically.

"What's wrong with Brother Ran?"

"My left arm jumped?"

"ah?!"

"Go and call the owner!"

Plop! Plop!

Suddenly, his left arm seemed to have life. Wang Ran's eyes widened and his right hand clutched his left arm's shoulder tightly.

This out of control came so suddenly that he had no idea what had happened.

"Brother Ran insists on, I'll go now! Everyone dispersed, all dispersed! Two people came, and called the museum owner directly to call him over. By the way, a few more people came and went with me to find the museum owner Zhou!"

Zhang Moxuan shouted a few times, then ran out quickly.

You have to call and you have to go there in person.

If the phone can't be reached, the busy line... I have to rely on his leg.

"The grass is so cold..."

Dong!

The left arm was extremely heavy and hit the floor, covering a range of five meters.

The demonic claws emitted high temperatures, touched the ground, and sizzled sounds, and white waves could be seen vaguely rising.

"hiss--"

So cold and cold!

The ground was about to burn, but Wang Ran felt the endless cold!
Chapter completed!