Mo Cheng was furious. He originally thought that this person was just sorry that his shoes were broken and wanted some compensation, but he didn't expect that he would go so far as to make such a request without even saying hello. He just raised his hand and slapped him.
"You hit me?"
The peach-eyed man's eyes widened with disbelief on his face. He covered the left side of his face that had been hit and pointed at Mo Cheng in a slightly growling tone.
Mo Cheng looked down on those who bullied the weak and feared the strong, and the person in front of him might be this kind of person. When he saw him asking himself, he sneered, slapped his other face with his backhand, and made no sound at all.
A moment before weakness.
"You...you dare to hit me?"
Everyone thought that whoever received a slap would go berserk and at least resist slightly. Although no one in the crowd thought that Mo Cheng would lose. But when they thought about it, the man with peach blossom eyes opposite Mo Cheng unexpectedly
He asked again, which made everyone want to laugh.
Here, besides Mo Cheng, who would hit him for no reason?
In the stone slip, Xiaoli also laughed a few times, then fanned the wind and lit the fire: "Boy, give him another slap! Let him know who beat him!"
And Mo Cheng just had this idea in his mind.
After all, this man's appearance before was really unbearable and unbearable. The demands he made were obviously forcing others to do something difficult. The only way to deal with such a person is to fight evil with evil!
'Snapped!'
Mo Cheng didn't think about whether he could bear it, but he also didn't use the spiritual power in his body. Therefore, his hands were a little sore and numb. The slap was slapped again, and a trace of blood appeared on the corner of the peach-eyed man's mouth, which fell down.
Come down.
"You...you still dare to hit me?"
The man's face is no longer symmetrical, and his speech is somewhat unclear, but this sentence is still clear to everyone. However, everyone looks at the man with complicated eyes, wondering whether he is really stupid or he knows better.
A fool who pretends to be powerful? Or is he a joke?
Mo Cheng no longer paid attention to him. Even if he had any anger, he had already vented it. So he bypassed the man and walked straight out of the restaurant without looking back. He looked cool and natural. Finally, the man reacted, bared his teeth, and jumped to the restaurant.
Looking at the door, he saw the shadow of Mo Cheng's butt left behind and shouted loudly:
"How dare you hit me in the face! Remember this! My eldest brother will come here in a few days to see how he deals with you! You are such a ungrateful person!"
The man's words aroused the sidelong glances of the remaining drinkers in the restaurant, and then some people burst into laughter. This person must be the one who knows no good in this place! Everyone became a little clearer one after another and suffered a loss.
He was just shouting like this to find his inner balance. Of course, only he knew whether it was true or false.
During this period, everyone just regarded it as a drinking episode, at least nothing unpleasant happened. No one knew this man, and no one came up to say a word. Then, everyone drank their own wine, leaving the man alone.
His cold eyes were fixed on where Mo Cheng was going, and when he accidentally touched Mo Cheng's bulging face, he screamed.
Mo Cheng went to Mo's house. The depression in his heart was completely vented. He felt indescribably comfortable. He took a long breath, soaked his mind into the stone slips, and started chatting with Xiao Li.
"Xiao Li, can cultivation talent be determined only by whether there are veins in the body?" Mo Cheng had forgotten the unhappiness he had felt just now.
Xiaoli thought for a while and said: "What I have seen is also tested by the spirit blessing beads in the hands of Mr. Du in the restaurant. In fact, it doesn't matter whether there is a blessing or not. The most important thing is to decide
The cultivators themselves, nowadays, although there are very few strong people who do not have Fu Veins in their bodies, those who have developed Fu Veins are all powerfully cultivated by family forces, and coupled with their not weak talents, they can still
Achieve more strong people.”
"Of course, Fu Mai should not be underestimated. The power it can exert is definitely not comparable to those of ordinary warriors. This is also the gap between them."
Xiaoli expressed his unique thoughts.
"So, people who are endowed with pulse can obtain deeper resources, so they grow very fast. In fact, endowment is just to determine how far the martial arts road can go in the future?" Mo Cheng asked.
"You're quite smart." Xiao Li smiled and emphasized, "Don't ask me what your meridian is, because I won't tell you. In fact, I only know that you have it. What is it specifically, and so do I.
I’m not sure. If you want to blame it, it’s just someone who may have done something to you before you can remember it, but that person must have been a strong man!”
Xiao Li had indeed guessed what Mo Cheng was thinking, so he consciously did not ask any more questions. However, Xiao Li's face changed drastically when he said the next words. Who could have done anything to me? What is their intention?
Mo Cheng had no clue. He chose to ignore all those things that he had no solution for. Soon, Mo Cheng stopped thinking about it and asked again:
"There should be levels of meridian giving, right? What are the specific levels?"
Xiaoli has vast knowledge and should be able to understand things. Mo Chengdu decided to let Xiaoli teach him. The latter will not hide anything, just to be able to get out of here and face the world without being unclear about everything. Of course, Xiaoli still
He has his own selfish motives.
"The endowment is brought from birth, so it cannot be imposed or taken. In this world, we are still ordinary people. There are many people who do not have endowment, and there is a huge gap between each endowment.
, The difference in the strength of the realm in the future is not even a little bit, this is also a potential threat to people with the gift of blood. Every time the realm in the future differs a little bit, it is a difference between heaven and earth, which cannot be crossed."
"Among the Fu veins, the lowest level is called the virtual spiritual vein, and then there is the true spiritual vein. Between the two, there was still no clue at first. It won't take long before you can see the difference between them. Later, the Fu pulse
, they are very rare. First, the Yin vein is at the bottom, and then the Yang vein is at the back. Such strange people are the strong hope of any party! In fact, these two types are not the most top-end vein-endowed existences. There is also one that is the best in the world.
The legendary and rare one is called Yin and Yang Dual Veins."
In the following words, Mo Cheng could clearly feel the tremor in Xiao Li's voice, as if it was very scary to say the existence of such things, and he could see how rare what Xiao Li said next was!
The Mo family's mansion appeared in his sight, and Mo Cheng walked toward the door. At the door, several Mo family members stood upright. When they saw it, they all shouted respectfully:
"Young Master!"
Mo Cheng nodded and walked in. Outside, several guards began to discuss quietly.
"I didn't expect the eldest young master to be so secretive and so powerful. He gave everyone a surprise!" said a very tall guard.
"Xiao Hui, on the other hand, has left a good impression on the eldest young master before. He is really far-sighted!" one person sighed.
"In the future, maybe Xiaohui will be able to thrive thanks to the eldest young master. I'm so envious. Xiaohui, you have to remember our brothers and don't abandon us!"
A guard who was being talked about straightened his shoulders and didn't say anything. He just smiled bitterly. With his status, what qualifications did he have to comment on others? And he chose his own master? If the master doesn't like you, wouldn't he lose him in a minute?
What's going on in your head? Looking at the brothers chatting happily, they didn't say much. Perhaps this was a way of venting their anger at this social injustice!
…
Mo Cheng returned to his room, lay down softly on the bed, looked at the roof, his mind was blank, inside the stone slip, Xiaoli warned: "Boy, remember that there are still two days until someone from Lingbei College comes.
Why don’t you quickly try to communicate with each other and become a music scholar?”
Xiao Li's words shocked Mo Cheng all over, as if he suddenly became energetic and sat upright on the bed.
After sinking into the stone slips, Mo Cheng read the book Xiaoli gave him about getting started with writing music: "The Preliminary Book of Music Writing".
This time I just wanted to consolidate, so I quickly got up and meditated, using my spiritual power to perform the spiritual formation of the priest. At the same time, Xiaoli also saw his enlightenment experience, so he was not as loose as last time, but concentrated.
, I don’t think it’s a fantasy that Mo Cheng can become a genealogist in just one day. This time, I am very nervous about Mo Cheng’s progress.
On the other hand, Mo Cheng had already sunk into another world. His heart was horrified, and he was pondering in his hazy consciousness as if he were wandering.
Soon, thin beads of sweat broke out on his forehead again, his eyebrows slowly came together, and there was a slight hint of confusion between his eyes.
Xiaoli seemed to be on the scene outside. He clasped his hands together. When he saw Mo Cheng's expression, he put one hand on the latter's Tianling Cap, and wisps of gentle spiritual power swam into Mo Cheng's body to assist.
The face is also in a relaxed state, and the reference composer is gradually working harder, looking for breakthroughs everywhere!
In the body, just when Mo Cheng was not as smooth as last time, and when he was exhausted, a sound like a dragon's roar suddenly sounded in the body, resounding through Mo Cheng's ears, and his eyes suddenly lit up as if there was some guidance.
, Outside the body, a line of outlined lines appeared on the surface of the body, and Xiaoli suddenly smiled, wiped the cold sweat off his face, and sat back.