In the darkness, listening to the breathing around him, Mr. Chen suddenly said: "Ying'er."
"Yeah."
The maid responded softly and hugged her fragrantly washed body from another quilt, got into Master Chen's quilt, and snuggled together.
That's all, Lao Mian is just a common person, and he will leave it to the future with his pure heart and few desires.
From now on, the king will not go to court early.
……
That's impossible, Mr. Chen still gets up as early as a chicken every day.
He has to do morning classes and practice Qigong to move his breath. This is the foundation for him to settle down in this world. Just like he studied to get into a good university, he didn't dare to slack off for a day, for fear that he would not be able to pass those wind-up exams.
Guy.
Compared with the boring and boring study of culture, practicing the way of immortality can make you feel a little progress every day, and your mood is very different.
Happy days always pass quickly.
After the New Year, it’s February again when everything revives and the spring breeze is like scissors.
Chen Mou was dressed neatly and neatly, with a sword on his waist, a sheathed dagger tied to his arm inside his sleeve, and a cloth bag filled with dry food and dried meat slung across his back. He looked toward the courtyard door with a look of reluctance and worry.
Ying'er waved: "No need to send it off, go back."
Ying'er bowed and returned to the courtyard as instructed, closing the door and bolting the door.
Mo Fu accompanied his friend who was determined to go out around the hill in front and walked south along the field road. He gave some final persuasion: "I said why do you need to find a serious job on the street?
It’s much safer than going on an adventure in the Tianlu Mountains. You’ll earn less and spend less. You said you’re so poor that you can’t open the pot. Brother, I can lend you ten or eight spiritual stones every week. Can a living person still die from suffocating his urine?”<
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It's rare to have a friend with a similar temperament. He really can't bear to let the thin-skinned and tender meat of Mou Ge'er sheep fall into the tiger's mouth.
Why bother leaving a beautiful maid like a flower to guard an empty room at home?
"Brother Mo, after all, you still look down on my brother and my abilities, so why don't you leave."
Chen Mou grinned, tiptoed without even leaping, and even made a few snake shapes coquettishly. His whole figure disappeared in an instant like a puff of smoke, at an extremely fast speed.
"This guy's ability to escape is really... impressive."
Mo Fu was taken aback and cursed with a smile: "You hide it so deeply. You don't show off your skills at all. It seems that you have learned your skills on the bed at night. Bah!"
I took a look at the sky and walked towards my large field with golden flowers in bloom.
An outstanding and hard-working spiritual husband is never short of spiritual stones.
Just lack time to spend.
Chen Mou didn't spend much time and rushed to the misty forest dozens of miles away.
Seeing no one following him, he jumped diagonally into the forest where the fog lingered all year round. He had Mu Xing's hand-drawn diagram and already knew several ways in and out. He found the ruins where he originally settled and looked around.
, threw a copper coin that left his breath into the collapsed stone stove grass, and the figure disappeared instantly.
When he reappeared, he was in a cave in another world.
He took off the cloth bag on his back and put it on the table, picked up a bag from the ground, walked out of the cave passage, and stood on the edge of the cliff.
Compared with the glorious spring in Danyangfang, the other world is the harvest season with bleak autumn wind and strong autumn mood.
The reason why Chen Mou went out for several days with great fanfare was because he found a spiritual plant on the cliff. The fruit was about to mature. There were actually thieves who often came to steal his spiritual fruit. How could he bear this!
He has long regarded the spiritual plant he discovered as a treasure.
He planned to spend a few days to eliminate all the thieves who stole his spiritual fruit.
Everything belongs to him, including the thief himself.
Taking advantage of the darkness, like a sensitive ape, he easily slid and climbed on the cliff, and soon came to a jagged spiritual plant growing slanting on the rock a hundred feet away on the lower right. He rummaged through the spiritual plant books.
By comparison, I recognized that this is a purple smoke jujube tree, which produces annual low-level spiritual fruits.
The trunk of the Qiu Knot tree has sparsely arranged awl-like spikes about three-thirds long, and dozens of purple-red fruits spread out on the branches about two feet wide.
This cliff is in an arc-shaped depression, which just keeps out the fierce mountain wind.
He squatted down at the root of the tree without sharp thorns, placed the cloth bag on the fork of the tree, took out a fine steel chain as thick as his finger, knocked it, arranged it three times around the root of the tree, and took out many sharp iron chains he forged.
Hook, according to the method he learned from the book, tied with thin wire to make a chain trap for catching prey, and he worked for almost an hour.
Finally, knock off a few rocks, grind them into stone powder, and sprinkle it on the iron chains and hooks to cover it up a little.
Returned to the cave, washed hands and ate some dry food and dried meat.
He sat cross-legged and adjusted his breath until the sky was dim. He stood up and climbed to a cave that was more than twenty feet away from Lingzhi tree. He sat and waited quietly. He was familiar with the three hundred feet nearby.
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The sun rises and the cave is illuminated brightly.
Chen Mou didn't stick his head out to admire the wonderful scene of the clouds and mists changing in color below. He had already seen it many times.
Hearing the faint chirping sound in his ears, Chen Mou had no expression on his face and did not make any movement.
He had been dealing with three little guys with snow-white fur that looked like rabbits but with rat heads for several days. The three rats and rabbits came to steal his spiritual fruit once a day.
If the Zi Yan Ling Zao hadn't been fully mature and had a slightly bitter taste, the little guys would have swept away the fruit.
Suddenly, a rat head appeared at the entrance of the cave. They looked at each other and disappeared in a flash after spotting him.
The pika moved like a cunning rabbit on the cliffs and had a keen sense of smell, so he couldn't kill it at all.
Chen Mou looked indifferent on the surface. The little guys were used to eating him. They smelled his scent and came here to have a look. They still went to the jujube tree. They were very brave. He just waited.
Sure enough, half a quarter of an hour later, the violent collision of iron chains and the cry of rats and rabbits were heard diagonally below.
Chen Mou quickly jumped out of the cave entrance, held up his left hand, and climbed over the cliff below.
The man drew his sword out of its scabbard with a "crack" sound in the air, stretched out his hand to grab a protruding rock on the cliff, and with a little effort, he changed the direction. The wind roared in his ears, and he landed near the jujube tree in a short time. He moved like clouds and flowing water, like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling. In the past year, he often climbed and explored cliffs on rainy days or at night.
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Use all the body skills, light body skills, boxing skills, and sword skills you have learned to move back and forth on the rock wall with ease.
He leaned on a bush branch and swung up as light as a swallow. The cold light flashed twice in the air, and he quickly killed the two struggling pikas that were hung to pieces by the iron hooks. Blood spattered on the rocks.
, even his clothes were stained.
On the cliff in the distance, there is a snow-white animal shadow leaping away.
That was one of the pikas that didn't fall into the trap, but it was frightened and probably didn't dare to come back in the next few days.
Chen Mou, who was squatting at the root of the tree, suddenly looked up. He saw a huge black bird flying down from the sky. With a "bang", rock debris flew away, and the pika on the rock wall was walking on the ground in a panic.
, Gu Zuo ignored his superiors and was caught by the blackbird in a sneak attack. His stomach was broken and his brain was punctured.
Watching the big bird grab the prey and fly away into the distance, Chen Mougui put his sword into its sheath, took off the two rats and rabbits, and placed them in the fork of the tree.
He removed the iron hook wire that was almost bitten by the pika and threw it away, rearranged the messy and knotted iron chains and iron hook traps, grabbed rocks and turned them into powder to cover up the blood stains, then picked up the loot and climbed back to the cave above. He had long noticed that there was an extremely weak light on the rat and rabbit. Apart from moving like lightning and having sharp teeth, he did not find any other magical attack abilities. It should be a small monster at the bottom.
That black bird falling from the sky should not be underestimated, it is undoubtedly a demonic bird.
But don't worry too much, he can't detect any palpitation from the black bird.
It's best for that guy to stay on the same page with him, otherwise he will have the means to kill the bird.
In a few days, when the jujubes turn purple-black and a thin smoke comes out of the skin, they can be picked. He doesn't want to cause another setback.