Chapter 136: Immortals and mortals are separated, brothers meet again
After returning to Danyangfang from Guanyueguan, the days went on as usual, and the laughter in the yard was still there, but there seemed to be something different.
At the beginning of June, Xu'er broke through to the late stage of Qi refining. She beamed with joy, took the young master's arm and complained: "You don't want to take me out to see the world, and you don't wait for me for more than a month or two. You think I'm a drag."
Chen Mou turned around and told Ying'er: "Tomorrow, call some masons to reinforce the blue bricks of the courtyard wall and make them solid."
Although Ying'er didn't know what he meant, seeing the left corner of the young master's mouth turn up, he cleverly guessed that the young master was teasing Xu'er, so he agreed with a smile, "Okay."
"Didn't it be repaired last year?"
Xu'er asked in confusion, suddenly reacting, she opened her small mouth and bit the young master's arm.
Chen Mou laughed and hid like an afterimage, and went into the quiet room in the west room to practice.
"Xu'er, you're so bad now that you even dare to bite the young master. Tell me, what's going on?"
Han'er came closer with a gossipy and curious look on her face, but her mind couldn't turn around.
Xu'er was indignant: "Young Master is teasing me about learning to fly in the future. If I am clumsy, I will knock down the south wall. Hum, I can't do that."
"Last spring, who hit the courtyard wall with his head, and there was such a big hole... gurgling..."
Han'er heartlessly exposed the truth, and Xu'er, who was so angry that he chased her all over the yard with his teeth and claws.
Happy and ordinary days pass very quickly.
In the blink of an eye, it was late July, and Chen Mou had already spent twenty spiritual stones to cancel Ying'er and Han'er's status as a maid, re-registered in Danyangfang, and hired two gorgeous tall carriages pulled by spiritual horses.
, the car in front is driven by a monk groom pulling a lot of luggage, leading the way, and the car behind is loaded with people and does not need the groom to follow.
Starting from Danyangfang, we followed the rugged official road to climb mountains and ridges to the southeast.
Xu'er used her poor sword-handling skills to fly thrillingly in the air, and occasionally did some tricks, causing Ying'er to open the curtain and Han'er to exclaim in surprise.
"We're about to hit a tree, fly up quickly."
"Be careful, be careful."
"It's gone, it's gone."
"Xu'er, you crazy girl, come back to the carriage quickly."
Mr. Chen stood by and smiled. How could he see it without being beaten... It was really terrible. Xuer hit a tree and fell into the stream. She was covered in mud and water beyond recognition, and her hair was wet and dripping. She complained that Mr. Chen didn't help her.
The little monk who has just opened his spiritual consciousness and has newly learned how to fly with a sword is both good and fun-loving.
After returning to the carriage and changing her clothes, Xuer got out of the carriage laughing and joking within less than a quarter of an hour and continued her clumsy flying show.
After more than ten days of crashing into trees, mountains, muddy ditches and pools, and repeated defeats, the resilient Xuer finally mastered her newly learned sword flying in a short period of time, and was able to soar steadily at low altitudes.
Her sleeves are fluttering, flying in the wind like a fairy.
More than ten miles away, the ground was dotted with green leaves and green grass. They walked leisurely and occasionally exchanged a few words in a low voice.
They glanced at the figure in front of them who was clean and straight like a sword in a white robe. They were used to their master's swordsmanship.
Deep down, I was a little envious of Xu'er's playfulness.
However, it was smoothed over in an instant, and they were long past the age of playing.
The heart of the sword is like water, with no ripples in sight, which is what they are currently pursuing.
The journey was long and the three women, who had never traveled far, enjoyed the sights of the mountains and rivers, tasted the delicacies of different places in the world, and took a break. No matter how long the road was, it would eventually end. They arrived at Qiyue City on the tenth day of August.
Stay in a guest house in the city for two days to recuperate and walk around the streets and alleys.
On the morning of the 13th, Chen Mou held hands with Ying'er and sent two women with red and swollen eyes up the mountain to seek enlightenment.
He did not enter the main hall of the ancient and quiet Taoist temple. Xu'er and the middle-aged woman who greeted him presided over the handover and then enshrined ten thousand taels of silver fragrant oil coins.
He thought he could withstand the separation, but the pain, emptiness, and confusion in his heart made him just want to drink.
Sitting alone on the big bluestone at the foot of the mountain, I drink strong wine like a song to my sorrow.
At some point, Cui Xiao sat down next to him and drank with him silently.
The two of them were speechless, one drank bits and pieces of the past, and the other drank the wind of the world like a sword.
In the next few days, Chen Mou drank a lot and talked very little.
Xu'er returned to the guest house in the evening every day, and accompanied the young master to talk about Ying'er's sister. Han'er's sister was assigned a small vegetable plot in Guanyueguan and had a small courtyard to live in. She did daily cleaning, chanting sutras and other chores.
He also took out a note written by Ying'er and gave it to the young master.
"There are thousands of knots in the heart, and the knots are tied to your thoughts."
Chen Mou stood dumbly for a long time, with a wry smile on his lips, rubbed Xu'er's head, and walked to the quiet room to meditate.
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On the 16th, the autumn wind swept the leaves.
In front of Xuandu Guanshan Gate.
Mo Fu, who was wearing a coarse cloth jacket with his trousers tied up and his bare feet still covered in mud, looked at the familiar figure flying from the horizon. He grinned with white teeth and a long-lost happy smile on his face.
"Brother Chen."
"Brother Mo."
Mo Fu pushed away the outstretched frizzy paw in disgust, saluted Cui Xiao who landed a little behind, then greeted Qing Luo and Lu Yi, and finally looked at Xu'er who was smiling pretty, and said in surprise: "Xu'er, you...
Can you practice?"
He didn't ask about Ying'er, Han'er, and Mou Ge'er must have been settled properly.
Xu'er bowed her hands and tried to smile more reservedly, "Of course."
My brows are raised, and my heart is filled with a sense of accomplishment.
Looking at the dark-skinned Mr. Mo who looked a bit weathered, she felt that the young master was right. Girls should stop farming. It would be too ugly to have a tan like Mr. Mo's.
Mo Fu grinned and said "congratulations", without asking any more questions, he extended his hand to invite me.
The group walked into the side door. At some point, Mr. Chen hooked up with Mr. Mo on his back. Cui Xiao, who had nothing in mind, twitched his eyes. He couldn't bear to see it, so he simply accelerated his speed and flew.
He somewhat understood the meaning of "people have similar odors" and "people are divided into groups".
"Brother, why did you just come back to the sect? It doesn't mean that you can come back just by building a foundation. Don't talk to me about the nonsense of 'a person who travels a hundred miles is half a mile'. Senior Gu invited me to have a drink a few days ago. You
I still don’t know what kind of virtue you have?”
Mo Fu struggled to break away and pushed his paws away. Don't let other people see you with your hands and feet in public.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Chen Mou chuckled and said, "I don't understand anything about spiritual practice even if I tell you about it."
This sentence made Ling Zhifu roll his eyes.
"I heard that you planted incredible top-grade spiritual rice this year. Not bad, not bad. Your hard work pays off. Congratulations. Later, you can give me a few hundred kilograms of rice and a few loads of top-grade maize. I will
it works."
Mr. Chen's frivolous words provoked Mo Fu to be slapped and beaten.
After a long while, he stopped. Mo Fu could no longer hit his hiding companions, so he laughed and scolded: "You think it's ordinary spiritual rice. You cook porridge and eat it. One mouthful weighs several hundred kilograms. A toad is yawning. Believe it or not, Li
Brother and Brother Cai, are you going to slap your mouth? If you dare to touch their treasure, they will fight for you."
Chen Mou smiled and said something.
"Brother Mo, you are just trying to get away with burning bridges. People have become evil and their hearts have become even darker. I seem to have remembered some secrets that I forgot before. What are they? My memory is not very good. It seems to be a solution to seed preservation..."
"Master Chen, Uncle Chen, you are cruel!"
Mo Fu knew that this guy was not being careful, so he spared no effort in attacking him. He rushed over and punched and kicked him, all of them hitting him in the air.
It's been a long time since I've been fooling around like this, and the indescribable depression in my heart has suddenly dissipated and become brighter.
He has been waiting for his brother to return to the mountain and has a lot to say.
"Who among us brothers is following whom? If you want to eat the best spiritual rice porridge, my brother can steal it for you if you only have a few hundred kilograms of spiritual rice."
Mo Fu spoke sternly and expressed his stance with a ferocious face that could cut both sides of his brothers.
The two of them always spoke through sound transmission.
Being sneaky is not suitable for outsiders.
Xu'er also pretended not to notice. The young master and Mr. Mo were both lovers. They hadn't seen each other for many years, so some extraordinary behavior was normal. She flew away with Qing Luo and Lu Yi at a low altitude, chatting in random directions.
She knew the young master's feelings for his sister, although she didn't say it, she kept them deep in her heart.
It would be best to have Mr. Mo make jokes and enlighten me.
There are thousands of knots in my heart.
I hope it will not affect your future spiritual practice.