Ruijing Palace.
Zhao Zhao has been idle these days and has started to torment Lin Chen. Si Yi's internal strength has become unstable again, so he drove him out of Yongqi Palace.
When Mu Yu came to see him, he saw that his son, who had been practicing sword diligently a few days ago, was lying on the bed in a daze, holding a civet cat and a small black ball.
He frowned and opened his mouth to shout, "Rebellious son? What are you doing again?"
"Sleep." Zhao Zhao answered half-deadly.
He was bored and at the same time felt uneasy and worried about Si Yi's condition.
But his father always mentioned Si Yi in front of him.
"Where is Yi'er? Why can't I see him?" Zhao Zhao and Si Yi have been inseparable recently. Now that he hasn't seen him for several days, Mu Yu felt a little strange.
Zhao Zhao said unhappily, "He's in seclusion."
"Um."
That's normal. After all, it would be abnormal if Si Yi didn't go into seclusion.
Mu Yu coughed lightly, suppressed the smile on his face and said to Zhao Zhao: "In that case, I will teach you swordsmanship today."
Zhao Zhao gave him a look of disdain and refused bluntly: "No."
Mu Yu suppressed his temper and voice, biting his back teeth and said, "You have to accept it even if you don't want it!"
"Look at you! Who would dare to let you teach me with your stubborn temper?"
Zhao Zhao was not quick to learn. He could not master the sword technique even after practicing dozens of times, which others could learn in one go. Therefore, Mu Yu, who was already impatient, often scolded him while teaching him.
When Zhao Zhao was a child, he was often scolded by his impatient father and cried. When he grew up, Zhao Zhao often quarreled with his father while practicing sword.
At this time, having enjoyed Si Yi's patient teaching, who would still want a father with a bad temper to teach him? He would never agree to it.
So Mu Yu rolled up his sleeves and forcefully pulled Zhao Zhao off the bed.
"In the entire Sword Sect, you are the weakest in cultivation. If you don't work hard on sword practice, what will you do in the future?" He was so disappointed with Zhao Zhao that he finally dragged her out of the yard.
"Sir! Stand up straight!"
Zhao Zhao was startled by his yell and rolled her eyes in annoyance.
Mu Yu was tall and still looked young and handsome. He looked good when practicing swordsmanship, but he was very unhappy when he had a stern face and cursed Zhao Zhao from time to time.
"Look at what you've been practicing!"
Mu Yu raised the Yin-Yang Sword and held back for a long time before he swung it at Zhao Zhao.
Zhao Zhao stared at him for a long time before finally compromising: "You teach me how to fly with a sword, and I promise to learn it well."
Sword-flying is very dangerous, and Mu Yu has never allowed Zhao Zhao to learn it. So Zhao Zhao took this opportunity to suggest it with a smile, but as expected, he hesitated.
"I have already established my foundation, Daddy~"
Zhao Zhao will act like a spoiled child, and her father's spirit will wander.
Mu Yu suppressed the upward curve of his lips, his deep eyes filled with smiles.
"Okay, it's time to grow up."
Perhaps Zhao Zhao was not born to practice spiritual cultivation, and the spiritual power he could absorb into his body was pitifully small. The Chang Le sword on the ground did not move for a long time.
Zhao Zhao threw the sword away, his face flushed with anger: "I don't want to practice anymore!" What a waste of emotion!
"Rebellious son! Get back here!"
Mu Yu picked up Chang Le Sword and began to teach again: "As a sword cultivator, the sword is your most loyal and important partner. But look at you, you actually threw Chang Le to the ground in a fit of temper!"
"That's unreasonable. I'll beat you to death."
Mu Yu, who had been enduring for most of the day, finally couldn't bear it anymore and spanked Zhao Zhao with the Chang Le sword. When his father was really angry, Zhao Zhao couldn't resist.
After being spanked several times by him, she finally begged for mercy: "Dad! Dad! I was wrong!"
I will never practice with my grumpy dad again!
......
At this moment in Yongqi Palace, Si Yi's eyes were filled with madness and the demonic energy around him was surging. He held the Fengming Sword in his hand, and the other end of the sword was inserted into the chest of the man in black in front of him.
"Demon Lord..."
"How dare you, demon clan, trespass into my Fengming Sword Sect!"
The black-clothed demon had just uttered two words when Si Yi couldn't wait to make him shut up.
The blood of the demons further stimulated the demon seed in his body. Si Yi's sword fell and the man died. Incredibly, the body of the man in black on the ground became more and more shriveled, and all of his demonic energy was absorbed into Si Yi's body.
"Disgusting, get out of me!"
Si Yi was unconscious and desperately tried to use his spiritual power to force it out, but the result was obvious. Not only did it have no effect, but it stimulated the demon to produce more magic power.
He was so focused on fighting the demon in his body that he didn't notice a wisp of demonic energy drifting silently into the distance.
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