Just as he was about to crumple the pink paper in his hand, he suddenly stopped and tilted his head expressionlessly. After thinking about it, he ran towards the room.
He rushed into the house, looked around, and immediately found what he wanted.
Bright red and thick cinnabar, a wolf hair.
Lifting the wolf hair, filling the cup with cinnabar, shaking his wrists and writing two words in one breath.
--"Fool".
Looking at the bright red and extremely plump two big characters that almost occupied the entire pink paper, Zuo Mo laughed out loud, feeling very proud of himself.
His life is intense and full, and he lives a very hard life. He has no time to be sentimental. He is well aware of the difficulty of survival. Around him, everyone is working hard to survive, for their family, and for the next generation, like the old blackhead.
Although it was hard and tiring, he did not hate this kind of life. On the contrary, he felt that this was the way to live.
Moaning for no reason can only happen to those who live a leisurely life and have no motivation to move forward. Zuo Mo despises such people from the bottom of his heart.
In a happy mood, he folded the pink paper into small thousand cranes again while humming a tune.
"Who is a fool, who is a fool, you are a fool, you are a fool..."
The little Qianhe had the owner's mark on it. After Zuo Mo instilled spiritual power into it, he threw it into the air.
The pink little thousand crane flapped its tiny wings and disappeared into the sky.
Zuo Mo's mood became surprisingly good. He cleaned the courtyard with great interest, and his feet felt a little lighter.
After setting up the ban, it was already past noon. He ate something casually and then went to the quiet room to meditate.
Ordinary outer sect disciples rarely spend so much time meditating. Compared with practicing methods, meditating to increase cultivation is not cost-effective.
But Zuo Mo insisted on spending two hours a day meditating. After discovering the quiet room spiritual vein, he spent more time meditating every day. Cultivation is fundamental, this is a truth that every cultivator understands. Himself
With the advantage of spiritual veins, although the practice is the most common mental method, the effect is quite outstanding.
He has a profound understanding of how strict the levels in the cultivator world are. If he can succeed in establishing the foundation, even if he is an outer disciple, Hao Min and Luo Li will not dare to treat themselves like this. Foundation building is a watershed, and it will directly determine
your quality of life.
If you want to have a better life, you can only continuously improve your own strength.
He sat there for three hours. When he opened his eyes, they were filled with joy.
The eighth level of the Qi refining stage!
His unremitting practice of mental methods finally brought him rewards, and he reached the eighth level!
At the eighth level of Qi refining stage, looking at the entire Wukong Sword Sect's outer disciples, they can definitely be ranked among the top three.
He stretched out his fingers and secretly used the magic formula, and a layer of misty Gengjin Qi appeared around his fingers. His cultivation level had reached a higher level, and the use of the magic formula was much easier than before. Zuo Mo, who was extremely excited, began to
The [Xiao Yun Yu Jue] was released.
As soon as he used it, he immediately felt the difference. The water vapor gathered much faster than before, and the raindrops were as continuous as silver threads. He had some unprecedented experiences that he savored for a long time.
Suddenly thinking of the medicine field, he woke up suddenly, got up quickly, and rushed out of the yard.
I ran to Lengwu Valley in one breath, and without even having time to breathe, I started to release [Xiaoyunyu Jue]. It wasn't until I applied the rain all over again that the stone hanging in my heart fell to the ground.