When the wind stopped and the snow stopped, the ice hanging from the eaves hung down for many feet and was uneven. Under the slanting sun, it became more crystal clear and brilliant.
Chen Mou put his hands behind his back, admiring the white and pure snow scene, feeling happy.
Having mastered the ability to forge low-level magic weapons, the world is so vast that he can survive in other markets and no longer have to worry about survival. Of course, his first choice is to pass the examination of the Forging Pavilion and become an outer disciple. He is a man with a letter of recommendation.
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I am breathing white air and thinking about the future, a time when I am in high spirits.
I heard Mo Fu's cry from outside the courtyard door: "Brother Mou, open the door to receive the guests."
"You're free, guests, please come back."
Chen Mou retorted with a smile. He stepped on the soft and white snow from the steps, "creep", "crunch", and made two lines of solid footprints. He did not use the magic of lightening himself. He was happy to do so in his own home.<
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When I opened the courtyard door, I saw Mo Fu carrying a huge food box, so I hurriedly grabbed it.
Not long after he finished his homework, he hadn't cooked yet.
Mo Fu looked at the single with pity and disdain, and before closing the door, he ducked into the deserted courtyard that smelled of loneliness and singleness. He walked on the snow without leaving a trace, with his wide sleeves fluttering, and said:
"Brother knows that you are short of money right now, so I can help you buy a wife, cook, wash and take care of the housework for you. You don't have to pay back a spiritual stone for such a small thing, so don't show your gratitude."
"Brother Mo, did you come here early in the morning to cause trouble for my brother?"
Chen Mou almost didn't thank the guest, and drove the five-year-old farmer out of the yard. If it weren't for the food box in his hand, what he said was human language.
Mo Fu went to the main room and sat down on the chair, feeling more comfortable than at home. "Brother Mou, make tea and serve you. Why are you standing there so stupidly?"
No matter how busy Mr. Lingzhi is, he cannot go to work in the fields on a snowy day.
"Uncle Mo, I'm neglecting you. Please wait a moment."
Chen Mou put down the food box, put a few pieces of charcoal into the cold small stove, shot a small flame from his fingertips, lit the charcoal, scooped out water to rinse the copper pot, threw a handful of tea leaves in, poured half of the pot of water, and put the copper pot into the pot.
Sit on the stove and finish it in one go.
Then I opened the food box, which contained fragrant and hot rice porridge, cage cakes and several side dishes.
Mo Fu looked at the patch of snow outside the main room that had just been contaminated by splashing water, and did not continue to criticize. There are not many men who have been single for a long time who are very particular. He kept gossiping. When Fengjuan Canyun across from him finished his breakfast, the kettle by the wall was boiling.
Opened.
Lifting the teapot and pouring a cup of tea for each of them, Mo Fu gestured at how many tools he wanted to make.
He needs sickles, hoes, shovels and various kitchen knives and hatchets.
Last time I got two kitchen knives from my brother. People who have used them said they have a good sharp edge and are easier to use than the knives found in shops. The main reason is that they cost nothing.
Chen Mou accepted the loss-making transaction that came to his door, took out a pen and paper, and wrote down the detailed requirements.
Mo Fu put down the tea cup, leaned forward and whispered: "I heard that yesterday evening, a group of guys who were returning from an expedition in the Tianlu Mountains had a conflict with two groups of patrolling monks near the misty forest. The two sides had a fight.
We suffered heavy casualties on each other. Don’t you have friends who are monks on patrol? Why don’t you go and take a look..."
"Ah, bah, shut up and don't talk nonsense."
Chen Mou quickly interrupted. He had suffered deeply from this guy's crow's mouth and had learned from it.
"Hey, let me just talk and see how anxious you are. Okay, I'm going home. I'll come over for a drink in the evening. I bought a live sheep yesterday and will slaughter it in the afternoon. I'll roast the whole sheep and stew a pot of haggis.
Wine, the taste is beautiful and refreshing, and it also nourishes the body."
Mo Fu said as he stood up, picked up the empty food box and walked out, deliberately avoiding the stained snow.
Chen Mou promised to send the guests out, looked at the sky, walked around the yard a few times, and finally locked the door and walked in the snow towards Fangshi, where he went to the street to listen to the news.
He didn't have two friends in Fangshi, but he and Mu Xing were quite diligent in their activities. Every time something big happened, Mu Xing would remind him alone.
The shop assistants in each shop shoveled the snow in front of their doors and worked enthusiastically.
The idle monks strolled around and talked about various news. They talked mostly about the conflict that happened in the misty forest yesterday. Some of them were vivid and exaggerated.
Chen Mou said a few polite words, inquired about the news, and hurried westward.
When we rushed to the yard at the foot of the mountain a few miles away, the snow outside was as white as new, and there were no signs of anyone entering or leaving.
Knocking on the courtyard door, I saw Tao'er's eyes were slightly red and swollen. She was not wearing makeup and was wearing an old floral cotton robe. Her face was haggard, and her previously round face was a bit sharp.
"Mr. Chen, you are here."
"Taoer, how is Brother Mu?"
Chen Mou heard the news that Mu Xing was seriously injured. He didn't know whether Mu Xing was in the hospital or at home, so he came straight to ask about the specific situation.
"The master is recuperating in the bedroom of the main house. Mr. Chen, please go sit in the main room!"
Tao'er stretched out her hand to invite her, her voice hoarse.
Chen Mou glanced at the shovel and broom placed not far away, and a small section of the green brick pavement in the yard was cleared. Then he looked at the woman's pale face and red hands from the cold. He quickly walked up the steps and smelled the strong smell.
Feeling the smell of medicine, the maid named Huai'er came out of the hall and asked in a low voice: "I'm going to see Brother Mu. Is it convenient now?"
Mu Xing's somewhat unsatisfied greeting came from the bedroom next door: "Brother Mou, come in, it's not too inconvenient."
Chen Mou passed by the maid who got out of the way and walked into the bedroom in a few steps. He saw Mu Xing leaning on the bed with the support of another maid, with a soft cushion behind him, and giving him a bitter smile. p>
"It's cold and snowy, so it's hard for you to come to see me so early in the morning. Alas, my left leg is broken below the knee. The other injuries on my body don't matter. There is no hope of building the foundation, and I can't continue on the path of cultivation."
Mu Xing stretched out his hand to signal the guests to sit down. He spoke in a decadent tone.
How can a person wander around the city without getting stabbed? He didn't expect this day to come so quickly.
The errand salary of the monks who patrol the workshop is good, and there is plenty of salary and salary, both overt and covert.
He originally wanted to work for three or two more years, save some spiritual stones, sell the yard in exchange for some elixirs and opportunities, and try to have a bright future, but the fate failed.
Chen Mou comforted and said: "Brother, don't think too much. There are many records in the classics. Even without a leg or a hand, there are still many people who break through the realm and advance to the foundation to build a foundation. Don't be discouraged."
"Incomplete limbs and severed meridians are taboos for foundation building."
Mu Xing didn't want to talk more about his sadness and looked desolate.
What is recorded in the classics is a special case. Either the qualifications are selected from a thousand, or there is a sect that is willing to pay a high price to ask a doctor in the golden elixir realm to perform the magic of rebirth of severed limbs.
He is a casual cultivator with poor qualifications and no sect backing. After being seriously injured, he will lose his job.
If you want a spiritual stone but don’t have a spiritual stone, or even one of your legs, what can you use to build the foundation?
He really doesn't have any hope and his future is dim.
Besides, you don’t know how many spiritual stones it will cost to heal physical wounds?
"Brother, please help me with something."
"Brother, if you have anything to do, just ask me."
Chen Mou looked serious.
Mu Xing gave a bitter smile and said: "Please help me sell Tao'er as soon as possible. She is the master's broom star. There was Lao Fan in the past, and now I have been ruined by her for eight lifetimes. Only
It’s my fault that I was soft-hearted and took her in, but I made a wrong step and made a mistake every step of the way.”
He thought about it and thought of the pillow breeze that Huaier's two maids gave him.
The reason was found, but it was too late to regret it.