A strange yet familiar voice seemed to come from deep in the clouds. Over and over again, the echoes were vague, layer upon layer, lasting.
who?
Can't forget?
What can't be forgotten?
He woke up with a start. As usual, he was soaked and his clothes stuck to his body, making him uncomfortable. He sat up straight, and the stars above his head and the dark night reminded him that it was still early before dawn. A gust of night wind blew, and the coolness
Whizzing.
It’s this dream again!
Habitually exhale a long breath, it's still early, let's sleep for a while.
He lay down again.
"Brother Mo, remember to water the water for me. We just signed an agreement at the beginning of the month, and I'm counting on you for this year's harvest."
Before reaching the mountain pass, Zuo Mo heard someone shouting all the way away. An old man who looked about fifty years old, dark and thin, was standing in the field. If you weren't careful, you couldn't tell who was standing there.
The old man is nicknamed Lao Heitou, his real name is unknown, and he is the oldest among the outer disciples of Wukong Sword Sect.
Zuo Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I can't forget it. Don't worry, it will be your turn tomorrow!"
He was shaped like a bamboo pole, with the crimson outer disciple uniform hanging loosely and loosely on his body. Completely opposite to the slippery way he spoke, his stiff wooden face was gloomy and gloomy.
Zuo Mo's zombie face was his signature. At first, everyone kept a respectful distance from him, but gradually everyone discovered that apart from his face, he also had a very good temper and personality, and they started to interact with him more. Two years later.
, among the outer disciples, he was actually the most popular.
The old blackhead beamed with joy and said hurriedly: "Okay, okay! Brother Mo, you have that unique skill that I, the old blackhead, have never seen used by anyone else."
Zuo Mo's skill [Xiao Yun Yu Jue] is indeed commendable. The third level [Xiao Yun Yu Jue] is the only one among the outer disciples. With this skill, he almost controls all the spiritual fields in the entire sect.
of life.
[Xiaoyunyu Jue] is not a profound technique, everyone can do it. It is mainly used to provide rain to the spiritual field, that is, watering. The first level only takes three to five days to learn. What about the second level?
, it can be easily achieved within a year or two. But starting from the third level, it requires personal experience to learn it. Among all the outer disciples of the Wukong Sword Sect, Zuo Mo is the only one who has successfully understood it.
[Xiaoyunyu Jue] has greatly increased its efficacy after reaching the third level, and can greatly increase the production of Linggu Lingcai. Because of this, since he broke through to the third level, his status in the sect has undergone earth-shaking changes, and his title has changed directly from Zombie Xiao Mo
Brother Cheng Mo.
Zuo Mo waved his hand and said goodbye to the old blackhead.
He bared his teeth and moved the bag on his shoulder. His shoulder ached slightly. The three hundred kilograms of spirit grain on his shoulder almost crushed his thin shoulder.
A thin zombie, carrying a cloth bag several times larger than himself, was struggling to move along the mountain road.
Carrying three hundred kilograms of spiritual grain on his back, he walked to the mountain gate. Just after passing the mountain gate, he threw the bag on his shoulder to the ground and sat down with his legs spread wide, out of breath.
After resting for a long time and regaining his strength slightly, he stood up and carefully took out a straw-yellow paper crane from his arms.
The paper crane is about the size of a palm, folded from yellow straw paper, and painted with cinnabar symbols.
After inputting spiritual power, the paper crane grew bigger when exposed to the wind, and its shape was slightly larger than that of a real crane. The thin bamboo was used as a support, and a layer of yellow straw paper was pasted on it. The whole body was covered with cinnabar sigils that were curved like tadpoles. However, the workmanship was obviously not very good, and many of them were
There are rough edges at the bonding points. The yellow paper is of very low grade, and grass clippings can be seen everywhere in the paper.
Lift the cloth bag from the ground onto the back of the paper crane.