Half a year has passed, and the deserted Mo Mansion next door has been returned to Fangshi, and the seal has been removed. The foreign affairs monks supervise the craftsman monks to repair the yard, but there is no noise in the Chen Mansion, and no one even dares to make a loud noise.
The stewards of the Foreign Affairs Workshop gave numerous warnings, telling anyone who dared to make the neighbor Chen Daoyou next door unhappy to get out of the workshop.
Senior Cui, Daoyou Chen's backer, is already a newly promoted Jindan sword cultivator. It is rumored that he will challenge the ancestor of the Hou family in two years to avenge his shame. These gossips are circulated among the stewards of some status in the city.
They also listened to the greetings from their superiors, and secretly did not think highly of Patriarch Hou of their own sect.
Chen Mou rarely went out of the courtyard, and even went to Shanfengfang City a handful of times. Most of the time he practiced behind closed doors in a quiet room. In fact, he was in the other world of Luofengslope. The place was large and full of spiritual energy, or he could call Xu who was full of energy.
The son is hammering away in the forge, keeping his craftsmanship from deteriorating.
Xu'er, who loved the excitement, took Han'er to the open door of Mo Mansion's courtyard next door and looked inside twice. She couldn't find the familiarity she once had. People and things have changed, so she stopped going there.
Time flies, and it’s the Mid-Autumn Festival again in a blink of an eye.
Cui Xiao was still dressed in a spotless snow-white robe, with all his sharp edges restrained. The arrogance on his face was a little lighter. He looked at Junior Brother Chen opposite him, who was drinking tea and wearing a Taoist crown to cover his short hair. This was the second time that Junior Brother Chen had
If your hair and eyebrows are messed up, young people will be very angry.
He could see that his junior brother was diligent in his cultivation, his aura was not empty, and his soul was stable, so he would not ask him too much about what incredible fire-moving secret method he was practicing.
Everyone has their own secrets, let alone Nayunfeng’s designated core disciple?
After chatting for a while, Cui Xiao took out a cloth bag from his sleeve with something bulging inside. He handed it to Chen Mou and said: "Lu Yi went back to the sect and met Mo Fu who had finished harvesting the spiritual rice. Shou Mo Fu
I have asked you to bring you a bag of items."
Chen Mou took the bag with a smile and noticed that the knot at the mouth of the bag was Mo Fu's unique technique. It seemed to be called "Threading the Flower Loop Knot", which was a complex technique that Mo Fu improved from the knots commonly used by Ling Zhifu.
He saw Mofu demonstrate it and learned how to dismantle it.
Brother Mo was bitten by a snake once and has been afraid of well ropes for ten years. I am afraid that except him, all other monks in the world are wary of him.
Cover the mouth of the bag with a wide sleeve. It took some time to completely untie the knots, and then wipe away the entangled smell at the mouth of the bag. Otherwise, if you make a mistake, an important item inside the bag will be damaged. Don't do it because of your cultivation.
Beyond Mo Fu, he underestimated Ling Zhifu's unique skills in keeping secrets.
When Cui Xiao was rarely curious about things other than swords, he drank tea and waited for his junior brother opposite to take out three wooden boxes from the cloth bag. After seeing junior brother Chen open the wooden box and read the letter, he showed a sincere smile on his face and looked at him.
The letter was sent.
"Brother Mo is telling me the good news. Through trial and error, he has increased the yield of the best spiritual rice provided by the sect by nearly 30%. The spiritual energy content is still slightly unsatisfactory and can only be increased by 20%."
Chen Mou pushed the spiritual rice contained in one of the wooden boxes in front of his senior brother, then handed another wooden box over, and said with a smile: "White dates, green tangerines, and purple rice can all increase spiritual energy by 20%, and the yield can be increased by 20%."
There has also been improvement. He said that it will take a few more years to carry out more extensive attempts. He is short of three or five people who can be assigned by him. Refining Qi and cultivating the realm will be enough."
Chen Mou did not open the last brown wooden box. He put it into the storage bag.
Cui Xiao was holding two rough light-colored wooden boxes, which suddenly felt quite heavy. His genius friend was either a genius or a monster. He did whatever he wanted and worked alone to achieve such great achievements in just one year.
The Danyang Sect suffered immeasurable losses due to the greed and stupidity of the administrator of Fangshi Lingtian.
It may even hinder the illusory luck.
He looked solemn and said: "You write a letter to Mo Fu, and I will take it to the sect in person later to ask Qingzhu Peak for cooperation. We asked Jianfeng monks who are good at killing people with swords and punishing evil for thousands of miles. For
The skill of spiritual planting is not even half a bucket of water. I have to make it clear to the people at Qingzhu Peak. Don’t even think about finding out about the spiritual planting skill in Mo Fu’s hands. Everything will have to wait until you return to the mountain. Mo Fu is willing to stay in the future.
You and Mo Fu have the final say on which mountain to choose."
Except for the way of swordsmanship, Cui Xiao spared no effort in anything that could improve the sect's power.
As the youngest Jindan Swordsman in the sect, he has a lot of say.
He could already predict that the two senior brothers from Qingzhu Peak and the Jindan Lingzhufu, who had studied spiritual rice cultivation for hundreds of years, would probably jump up after seeing what they saw.
A crazy person must have good skills. If you can't rob people to Qingzhu Peak, the two senior brothers will definitely live in the spiritual field of Wenjian Peak.
Xuan Du Guan, who is famous for its combat prowess in Cheung Chau, may emerge as a new force in Lingzhi from now on and stand out from the crowd.
Just thinking about it makes me feel relaxed and enlightened.
Chen Mou smiled and nodded, Mo Fu's petition had achieved the desired effect, and said: "I will talk to Brother Mo in the letter and convince him to stay in our Xuandu Temple with peace of mind and stop thinking about other things.
Whatever he needs, such as resources, manpower, spiritual fields, etc., our sect can give it to him."
He left out the most important point: Mo was obsessed with revenge.
The time is not ripe now and he has not returned to the sect yet, so there is no point in mentioning it.
Cui Xiao agreed immediately, "Please talk to him. Later I will arrange for two maids to take care of his daily life. If you have anything, you can bring it up openly and honestly."
After writing his reply, Chen Mou said goodbye and returned home, without being disturbed at the Cui Mansion.
Passing through the streets of Fangshi, he simply took a stroll. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, people were coming and going on the streets. Suddenly, he heard three barefoot, dark-skinned men dressed as Lingzhifu talking on the roadside, which caught his attention.
"The day after tomorrow is Steward Hou's birthday, what gifts are you two planning to give?"
"We rent a lot of spiritual fields, so as per our annual practice, we will give you twenty spiritual stones instead of giving any other gifts."
"That's right. Manager Hou has a high vision. It's hard to buy expensive gifts. It's easier to give him spiritual stones."
"..."
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Chen Mou looked calm and walked slowly down the mountain to the south in thought.
Xu'er was wearing a thin lotus-colored dress. She was sitting on several rows of wooden stakes by the east wall of the courtyard. She was jumping up and down to practice the glancing movement. She did a somersault in the air and flipped lightly to the young master who opened the door and walked into the courtyard. She greeted him with a smile.
After practicing for more than half a year, she has grown taller and her figure has gradually grown.
Exquisite, graceful and graceful.
"Sir, you are back."
"Xu'er works hard and her body skills have improved, which is good."
Chen Mou stopped, smiled and said a few words to the maid who was sweating on her forehead, and raised his hand to let Xu'er do what she wanted.
He turned around and went up the steps and walked into the quiet room of the West House. Xu'er was very interested in practicing martial arts and blacksmithing, and did not need his supervision. As for reading and writing... it didn't matter that she didn't mention it, she could still have fun.
Back and forth, he brought back many spiritual fruits from another world, squeezed them into juice, and gave Xu'er the fruit pulp and juice to take, which can enhance the soul a little and open up the mind. According to Xu'er's current cultivation progress, he is expected to enter the cultivation realm before the year.
Qi threshold.
Entering the cave in another world, Chen Mou flew with his sword to the front of the natural cave where Shu'er and Dou'er were buried.
He had long blocked the entrance of the cave with gravel, leaving behind a small platform two feet wide with a small incense burner with remaining incense candles inserted in it. The gravel walls were blackened with smoke.
Life is like a piece of grass, but my smile was as beautiful as a flower.
Chen Mou took out the brown wooden box sent by Mofutuo from the storage bag and opened the lid. Inside were several kinds of white dates, green oranges and purple cypress cultivated by Mofutuo, with a layer of spiritual rice spread underneath.
After placing the box on the stone platform as a sacrifice, Chen Mou took out the incense candle, lit it and inserted it into the incense burner. He put his feet on the sword, raised his fists to the sky, and prayed a few words silently.
The fragrant mist curls up in the night, elusive and elusive.
Chen Mou remained silent for a long time. When all the incense candles were burned out, he stepped on the flying sword and flew downwards.
Tianbei Peak is 2,600 feet high. The top of the mountain and the mountainside are surrounded by mist all year round. Except for the little monsters that have nested in several places on the mountain, no monsters of the second level and above dare to climb or fly.
Go up the mountain.
Passing through the mist and wind, we landed on the small island at the foot of the mountain.
Marquis Yuan was sitting in the pavilion diagonally, with his furry legs crossed and his body stretched out from the pavilion, admiring the night view of the twin moons in the sky.
He "saw" Mr. Chen paying homage and offering incense halfway up the mountain, but he didn't ask any more questions.
Except for the top of the mountain and two restricted caves, he can go to all other places on Tianbei Peak.
The world is so boring, he wants to go to Jiutian.
"Drink, drink. You have saved more than two hundred jars of wine in the Green Monkey Tribe. If I don't drink some for you, I'm sorry for the conscience of the world."
"Brother Yuan, it's boring for you to do this."
"Haha, it's so interesting to eat something else."
Yuan Hou laughed, they had only been dating for less than a year, and he felt that the current master of Tongtian Jade was much more interesting than the previous Qingtong Master.
There are some things deep inside that cannot be hidden over time.
Chen Mou sipped the low-grade monkey wine from the stoneware bowl.
Spiritual wine is like food. The most important thing is to taste it slowly to get the true taste.
"Lao Yuan, I feel that the next time I use fire to forge the body, I can build the foundation. It will be in early October."
"Don't worry, just one more time and the heat will be just right."
"Okay, I'll listen to you. Well, until February next year, before you advance to Foundation Establishment, I can't drink with you every day. This wine is too tonic. I can only drink a bowl every three days to satisfy my cravings."
"Hahaha, you are so polite and considerate in your hospitality."