Chen Mou showed a nervous and unnatural smile on his face. He bowed slightly and saluted the Taoist: "What do you call the Taoist? Where is this?"
He has a ten thousandth chance of luck in his heart.
Perhaps he is still in an unknown place on earth, deep in the mountains and old forests, isolated from the world.
The old Taoist who held the long sword upside down frowned slightly and spoke a strange language that Chen Mou could not understand at all, and then asked several different pronunciations.
The luck in Chen Mou's heart shattered with a bang, and his smile froze little by little on his face.
When he saw that the old Taoist was a little impatient, he stepped towards him in the air, so scared that he subconsciously took two steps back. He was sure that the old Taoist did not use tools to scare people, and there was no transparent steel wire under his feet... Is the other person a god or an old ghost?<
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In the blink of an eye, the old Taoist arrived in front of Chen Mou, put his hand on Chen Mou's forehead with his fingers.
Chen Mou felt like an electric shock was going on all over his body. He was frozen in place and could no longer move. Even his screams were shouted back in his throat.
The hunting fork he held in his hand to encourage his courage fell to the ground with a "snap", and the rusty metal fork separated from the newly made rough wooden pole he chopped with a hatchet. However, his consciousness was very clear and his eyes were dull.
The sharp edge of the sharp long sword is mentioned in the old way.
The hair on his body stood on end and he wanted to pee.
The old Taoist let out a surprised "Huh". He used magic to check the little guy who broke into the woods outside Fang City, but found no clues about the remnant soul. By the way, he checked the qualifications of the foreign boy and found that this boy who couldn't speak well had a body.
The three spiritual roots, which have never been opened, are surprisingly powerful, and he is a good seedling for cultivating immortality.
After pondering and exploring it carefully again, the veteran retracted his finger.
The old Taoist named Fan Juran was one of the patrolling monks hired by Danyangfang. He took out an ancient jade that the young man was holding in his left hand after he was free to move and retreated hastily. He inspected it briefly and threw it back to many people.
He is a young man who stops in a hurry.
It's just an ordinary ancient jade stone without aura, which can be found everywhere in the world.
Looking at the young man's dirty short hair that stood up like a hedgehog, he guessed that his long hair was cut off in an accident. He glanced at the fire in the corner, smelled the aroma of burning food, and judged that the young man was staying here at least.
Four or five days.
What a strange thing.
Occasionally, mountain people and hunters accidentally break into the foggy forest fifty or sixty miles away from Fang City. Most of the mortals who break in are affected by the fog and lose their direction. They are lost in low-level illusions and even take off their clothes, and eventually starve to death.
Death, only a few lucky ones will be thrown out of the woods by a monk who is in a good mood.
The handsome young man in front of him, who had wiped his face very clean, may be because he has a strong spirit and has not been affected too much by the fog. Apart from being unable to go out, he has been alive and kicking for so many days.
Fan Juran observed the young man, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Since he met him by fate, he planned to take in this mortal with unknown origins and speech difficulties.
A figure suddenly leapt out of the mist and stopped on a hillside a little further away. It was a stout middle-aged man wearing a black robe. There was a slanted scar on the left cheek, which added to the ferocity. He asked : "Old Fan, what's wrong with this guy? Can you find the whereabouts of the evil cultivator's remaining soul?"
Fan Juran shook his head, "I couldn't find him. This person has the qualifications to practice. I'll take him back and teach him."
"Oh!"
There was a trace of suspicion on the middle-aged man's face. He took out a palm-sized engraved bronze mirror from his sleeve and said with a smile: "Old Fan, let me check on him. Please forgive him for his responsibilities and any offences."
Due to Lao Fan's cunning nature, he suspected that the remnant souls of the evil cultivators who were causing trouble in the market had taken away the mortals in front of him, and Lao Fan wanted to take all the credit.
How can it be such a good thing to randomly pick up a mortal with spiritual roots on the road?
Fan Juran sneered in his heart, turned sideways and stretched out his hand: "As long as you don't use your hands to investigate, Fellow Daoist Qian, please use the soul-finding mirror to check." He made it clear first that he discovered this person, so don't even think about using your hands to spy and compete with him for qualifications. .
The middle-aged man laughed dryly, jumped to the ground nearby, turned his doubts into a bronze mirror, and shined it on the mortal who was at his mercy. The thin green light swept back and forth three times, and the middle-aged man put away the magic weapon.
Strange, nothing was found.
"I'm offended! Congratulations to Brother Fan for discovering a talent for cultivating immortals. I'll go look for him again."
The middle-aged man knew that he was in the wrong, so he didn't wait any longer. After saying a few words of respect, he jumped deep into the forest.
These days, the middle-aged man is patrolling the nearby area as usual. He has long discovered the mortals trapped here, leaving them to fend for themselves and not bothering to care about them. Unexpectedly, he was picked up by Old Fan as if they were treasures. I wonder what kind of outstanding spiritual root qualifications he has?
This thought just passed by.
If a mortal is over twenty years old and misses the most suitable period of cultivation, unless he has a single spiritual root, the sect will not make an exception and will not receive generous rewards.
He roughly guessed Lao Fan's intention to take in older mortals with cultivation qualifications and spend some time and money to train them. It was just for the word "profit".
It is not easy for casual cultivators at the bottom to survive, and spiritual stones and resources are difficult to obtain, so it is understandable to use some crooked thinking.
That mortal pretty boy has such good looks, but Lao Fan is so smart in his calculations.
Fan Juran sheathed his sword, reached out and grabbed the young man's shoulder, and walked quickly through the woods without saying any more nonsense.
The remnant soul of the evil cultivator may have flown out of the forest, and he didn't want to chase it beyond the boundaries of Fangshi.
Chen Mou had completely calmed down. The middle-aged man's eyes when he glanced at him earlier were cold, condescending and without any emotion. He didn't regard him as a human being at all, which shocked him deeply.
Thinking of the countless white bones and naked rotting corpses deep in the forest, Chen Mou no longer had any illusions.
These fairy-like figures who come and go talking in a language that he does not understand are not good people.
I was glad that the ancient jade in my hand was not taken away by the old man. He still had a chance to go back. I just didn't know how he would treat the old man who was kinder than the middle-aged man.
Wrapped with invisible restraints all over his body, Chen Mou walked passively at high speed without touching his feet.
The trees rushed towards him, and the scenery changed so quickly that it dazzled his eyes. Later, he felt as sick and uncomfortable as being dizzy and riding a roller coaster. He simply closed his eyes and didn't think about anything.
No matter how much he loves, he can’t remember the way.
After an unknown amount of time, a faint human voice came from the whistling wind in his ears, and he reluctantly opened his eyes.
What you can see is rows of green fields, with green mountains in the distance.
The sky is blue, the clouds are light, and the long-lost sunshine pours on the earth.
The old Taoist led him to run on a loess path about three meters wide. One step was more than ten meters away. He fell like a tightly tied rice dumpling, and the copper coins collided in his pocket, making a "ding-dong" sound.
Sound.
There were only a few people working in the fields, and some stood up to say hello to the old man.
As the old man ran away, he also responded loudly.
Chen Mou smelled the fresh fragrance of flowers and plants in the air. Compared with the ubiquitous rotten and damp musty smell in the misty forest, it smelled so good that he felt dizzy and quickly closed his eyes again, unable to look further. p>
I really hope this is a weird nightmare, just like countless times before, I woke up and returned to a familiar room.
When you open your eyes, it’s a brand new day.
He vowed never to complain about unfair treatment and lack of blessings again.