"Hey, I am truly a genius. I have understood the sword spirit combined with magic in one step. I have taken decades less detours than those monks who follow the steps. Cultivation is not a physical exercise, it requires using your brain."
Mr. Chen is shameless and puts a lot of money on his face.
Anyway, no one will see it, he can post it however he wants, outsiders can’t control it.
"Chi chi chi", waving his sword, brilliant flames flashed across the dark sky.
The sword light shines, and the cold air and fire light intersect in the cave.
Chen Mou admired his masterpiece, and it was a pleasure to watch. Although the flames of the sword energy were ethereal and unstable, he had initially mastered the secret of how to use it, and he was following the right path. With diligent practice, he would slowly solidify the sword energy. p>
From now on, whether he is practicing swordsmanship or fire spells, he will be cultivating sword energy.
Being silly and having fun alone for a long time becomes boring after a long time.
Chen Mou simply packed up, picked up the empty bucket and ran away.
Opening the wooden door of the forging room, the sun was shining brightly outside. With a smile on his face, Chen Mou crossed the threshold and greeted Ying'er who surprisingly called out, "Master, you are out of seclusion." Shi Shiran opened the courtyard door, looking as usual.
Said: "I'm going to the fields to get some fresh air."
"I'll add some vegetables in the evening and use well water to cook a melon."
Ying'er quickly put down her needle and thread and walked out the door.
"Just look at the arrangements."
Chen Mou goes out and walks around the foot of the east mountain. You will be my meal.
A few ridges of vegetable fields were opened up on the nearby hillside and simply surrounded by wooden fences. The vegetables, melons and fruits inside were growing very gratifyingly. Ying'er, who couldn't rest, dug them out with a hoe, cleaned up the grass roots, and filled them with soil and fertilizer. <
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Fangshi will not care about trivial matters, as long as they are not excessive.
The sun is shining brightly, rice is blooming in the fields, and the air is filled with the rich fragrance of rice flowers.
Farmer Mo, who was wearing a bamboo hat with his hands behind his back, turned from the road across the field, smiling so much that he showed his white teeth.
"Hey, Mr. Chen has come out of seclusion. Look at the bad look all over his body. I have gained a lot from this seclusion. I invite my brother to Qianxiu Tower to drink and listen to music and have a good time. I am right to congratulate you."
One of the reasons why Mo Fu chose to settle down in the courtyard at the top of the mountain was that it was close enough to the spiritual field he chose.
We arrived just a few steps down the mountain, and felt at ease looking at his thirty acres of farmland on the mountain.
Chen Mou had a calm expression on his face and said with disdain: "I have already given up on those crooked ways, and I disdain to associate with you."
Ever since he picked up a maid flower, he no longer followed it out to fool around.
"Okay, brother is so impressed that I wanted to treat you as a guest with five spiritual stones, but I can't break your Taoism. I'll ask Lao Zhuang to go to Qianxiu Tower to play in the evening."
Mo Fu chuckled and turned around to leave.
You are awesome, you are amazing, you are noble, that’s it.
Chen Mouyi protested sternly: "You can't go back on your word when you treat us to a treat, and you can't miss even one of the five spiritual stones, otherwise it will damage your reputation, brother Mo."
"I have a shitty reputation, can I make a living out of my reputation?"
"I'll treat you to dinner. When should we go?"
Mr. Chen, who was in a great mood, felt even better. Someone was patting his chest and asking for a guest with five spiritual stones. This was a huge honor and he had to give it.
He doesn’t have Taoist heart or anything like that yet.
In the end, of course, we didn’t go to a smoky place like Qianxiu Tower. No one would take the jokes they made at each other seriously.
Mo Fu got a ten-pound fresh wild river fish, stewed a fish head and tofu soup, braised a large pot of fish fillets, and paired it with several braised vegetables, fresh vegetables and fruits.
The two families gathered for dinner in the big courtyard of Mo Mansion. The maids were all serving the table, and there were many people and it was lively.
After eating and drinking, Mr. Chen, with his belly rounded out, led Ying'er out, never forgetting to look back and remind him: "Brother Mo, you still owe me five spiritual stones for a treat, don't forget it."
Mo Fu turned around and joked with Sui'er, not wanting to pay attention to the guy who was darker than him.
The days of relaxed and leisurely practice have passed and autumn has come.
An autumn rain and a cold.
Seeing that the Mid-Autumn Festival was getting closer, Chen Mou also inquired about how to arrange Ying'er's future. He would definitely not sell Ying'er, who had been serving him for several months, without missing the three melons and two dates.<
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No matter what, we must let the poor maid live without worries about food and clothing.
Life is full of disasters.
The cause of what happened in the past will have its consequences in the future. He upholds the few kindnesses in his heart.
The magic lessons in Lundao Hall have been completed. Chen Mou has been affected by the upcoming assessment these days, and his mood has fluctuated. Apart from morning and evening classes and sword practice, he can't calm down and meditate for a long time.
He lamented that he still lacked the strong mentality to remain calm despite the collapse of the mountain.
The road to spiritual practice is long and long, and we still have to work hard.
During the day, I spend half of my time hanging out in the market, going to teahouses, restaurants, or reading at Xifang street stalls. I hear all kinds of weird gossip and watch the joys and sorrows of the casual cultivators in the market. p>
He does not participate in the excitement and trouble, and he has no desire to be a good person.
Thanks to the influence of Old Dao Fan and Old Brother Mu, he has some friendships with many monks who patrol the temple. People flock together and birds of a feather flock together. He will not forcefully invite guests to have a drink, but will say hello politely when he sees them.
No trouble will come to him.
Right and wrong are just for talking more, and all troubles are caused by forcing oneself to speak out.
His knowledge of miscellaneous keyboard warriors is no worse than that of a seasoned veteran who has been practicing for a hundred years.
In the afternoon when business was slow at Forging Arms Pavilion, he would walk in and chat with Shopkeeper Hong, who always greeted him with a smile.
He can also learn some novel knowledge by seeing various magical artifacts of different prices placed on the counter, identifying various mineral materials, and listening to shopkeeper Hong's chatterbox as he talks about rare materials.
Occasionally, I met Xiaochui manager Wan Lin and apprentice Xue Biao twice, and Chen Mou took the initiative to say hello.
He will be an official outer disciple of Forging Arms Pavilion, and with the mentality of standing on a high ground, overlooking Wan Lin who wants to be a bully in front of him without knowing it, of course it doesn't matter.
Today, it’s a misty autumn rainy afternoon.
Chen Mou was using his words to compliment Shopkeeper Hong, coaxing the old man to show off his anecdotes and insights.
Suddenly, shopkeeper Hong looked at the door with a warm smile on his face. He left Chen Mou and walked quickly, holding his hands to greet the two people who came in: "Daozhang Gu, Fairy Ning, what kind of wind has brought you two here? Upstairs Ya
Room please!"
"Passing by Danyangfang, I turned in specially to ask you, brother, for a cup of tea."
Two Taoist priests came, a man and a woman. The middle-aged man had a beard on his chin, slender eyes, and a dark mahogany sword behind his back. He seemed to be familiar with Shopkeeper Hong, and he returned the favor very casually.
Chen Mou looked at the female Taoist priest who was greeting Shopkeeper Hong with surprise in his eyes. When the female Taoist priest looked at him, he hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "Chen Mou has met Taoist Master Ning."
The female Taoist priest also recognized Chen Mou, whom she had met once in Lun Dao Hall. She had presented him with a volume of "Qing Jing Sutra" and returned the gift with a smile without saying a word.
The middle-aged Taoist priest glanced at him, laughed with Shopkeeper Hong, and walked to the stairs politely. The female Taoist priest followed.
Chen Mou watched the three figures disappear around the corner, and finally saw the Taoist Ning who had given him the advice. How could he give up? He also guessed that Taoist Ning had an extraordinary origin.
When the rain stopped outside and several customers entered the store, Chen Mou saw that the waiter was bored with him, so he walked out of the store and went to the teahouse diagonally across the street to sit down by the window.
I ordered a pot of tea with five martial virtue coins, and drank tea leisurely, paying attention to the door of the shop opposite.
If we meet again by chance, he would like to thank Taoist Ning in person.