The glazed floor, which had been silent for four months, was filled with flames and rays of light, and colorful colors spread out one after another.
However, the spread could not reach a hundred feet. As the ancient jade in his hand absorbed all the energy of the Seven-Glow Fire, the ground suddenly calmed down, and there was no movement in the two circles of sixteen stone pillars.
Chen Mou scratched his scalp subconsciously, and saw the cloud-like mist disappearing on the surface of the ancient jade he held in his right hand. He was stunned for a long time.
This time he absorbed the loneliness, and all the benefits came to Gu Yu.
Then he looked at the palm of his left hand, which had been tempered twice by Qiyao Fire energy. It was covered with shallow flame-like patterns, which were complex and mysterious. They were barely visible at the wrist. He tapped the skin of the palm edge with the ancient jade.
It makes a crisp sound of gold and stone colliding.
I tried to hold the five fingers of my left hand again, and I didn't feel any discomfort or abnormality at all.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the Qiyao Fire energy tempered his palms twice, giving him unexpected benefits of physical training.
Next time, I'll switch to my right hand to take over the golden fire thread, which will be soaked by rain and dew.
Compared with other monks who practice body-building exercises, they have to work hard to temper their bodies with Yuanli, medicine and external forces, and they persist for several years before they can achieve some success.
He suffered some inhuman pain, and without wasting other cultivation time, he could do more work than others by several years.
If you tell me, will it piss off all the body-building monks?
"Hehe, I accidentally discovered another use of Qiyao Fire. It is to forge the body with fire. It has endless wonderful uses."
Mr. Chen thought that from now on, he would use the energy of Qiyao Fire to temper his body from top to bottom, front and back, countless times. The magic weapon would be indestructible, and would be impervious to water and fire. He almost laughed out loud like a villain.
The time it takes for the stone pillar array to condense the flames is not afraid of delays.
The water flows slowly and slowly.
He is still young and has a lot of time to devote to cultivation.
Chen Mou, who was full of gains, put away the ancient jade, sat cross-legged on the ground, and meditated for half an hour. When he looked at the palm of his left hand, the flame pattern disappeared as he expected.
Returning to the bedroom, Mr. Chen was so excited that he couldn't sleep, so he simply killed Ying'er who was sleeping under his quilt on the spot.
I ate a peach, and nibbled on a white melon. When I woke up, I pretended to be asleep and buried it under the quilt.
Now I feel satisfied and can sleep.
Ying'er nestled lazily and didn't want to move her little finger. Her eyes were full of water and she whispered: "Master, I want to discuss something with you. Let's agree first and don't get angry?"
Mr. Chen said "Oh" in surprise, and moved his arm around to accurately grasp the high ground.
"Young Master is never angry. If you don't speak well, he will only impose family rules."
"Don't...I said."
Ying'er was laughing so hard that she couldn't catch her breath. She tried to hold her hands back and said, "Xu'er said that she was still in perfect condition. Her master bought her back. He went out that night and never came back. He didn't touch her. She didn't want to
Then she was sold to the Yalou. She said that you were kind-hearted and wanted to be sisters with us. You only need to spend two spiritual stones to..."
Mr. Chen turned over and imposed severe punishment.
You dare to be his master and bring your sisters home?
Mr. Chen, who had been ridiculous all night, was still in high spirits the next day, practicing diligently and diligently.
It was only painful that Han'er's whole body ached, and they complained to each other. They slept for half an hour longer before getting up to work.
The rest of the month passed in a blink of an eye.
The sunburned Mo Fu once again visited Chen's house with a basket, handed a bunch of foot-long white-scaled fish to Ying'er, and sat down with Chen Mou in the main room to drink tea. He lowered his voice and laughed: "I selected several kinds.
We have tried to raise high-quality wheat seedlings, and the seeds with excellent spiritual energy have only a 10-20% chance of growing wheat seedlings out of ten. On the contrary, wheat seeds with a medium arrangement can sprout normally. I just wonder whether the yield and spiritual energy can be maintained?"
The season is wrong now. Even if the wheat seedlings can grow, they will not be able to bloom in autumn and winter.
He has the courage to try, is persevering, and has a spirit of exploration.
Finding the problem earlier would make it easier for him to plant and continue experiments next season, and there would still be enough time for him to keep tinkering.
"Accumulate small victories into big ones, lengthen the timeline a little longer, and build one generation after another. If you follow the right path, you will definitely be able to achieve results if it takes even ten years."
Chen Mou didn't understand spiritual cultivation, so he comforted and encouraged him with great principles.
He now has the treasured land at the top of the cliff, his future is bright, and he has almost no worries about building a foundation.
All he has to do is practice, practice and practice again. He doesn't have to work hard for a few pieces of silver.
Mo Fu smiled and said: "It is best to complete it within five or six years. It takes too long and I feel uneasy." He added: "You don't know, some villains are too lazy to die. They stare at me every day with a pair of thief eyes, for fear of me.
It’s very annoying to achieve something.”
"Is he the outer disciple who came to Fangshi with you?"
"Yes, you are as shameless as a dog-skin plaster. No matter how you scold you, you won't restrain yourself. Instead, you blatantly pry."
"It's easy to hide from open guns, but hard to guard against hidden arrows, so you have to be careful."
Chen Mou also has no experience in dealing with villains.
There is a famous saying: As long as you live, the villain who plots against you will never disappear.
The other party has a fellow sect identity and will not leave the city easily. We cannot use villainous tricks to make his humanity disappear. There is really no good way except to be on guard and stay away.
After dinner, Mr. Mo was drunk again and was helped back by Shu'er and Dou'er. He didn't know whether he was really drunk or pretending to be drunk. He was talking crazy words.
He yelled at the sky and the earth, venting his dissatisfaction with the villain in his heart.
At noon the next day, while the family was having lunch, there were two gentle knocks on the door.
Han'er hurriedly ran to open the door, secretly blaming Xu'er for being ignorant. How could she interrupt at this time and leave a bad impression on the young master? She ran to the courtyard door and asked, "Who is it?"
There was no response from outside.
She pulled the latch and opened the door. There was no one outside the yard. When she went out, she couldn't see anyone.
Whoever is so boring to make such a joke, she is definitely not Xuer.
Xu'er was so courageous that she dared to fight with two maids who bullied her in the same courtyard and grab kitchen knives, but she was a sensible person and would not be so ignorant.
"Hey, there's a letter..."
Han'er suddenly found a letter lying on the ground outside the threshold. He bent down and was about to pick it up when the young master stopped him from behind: "Wait, I'll come."
Chen Mou walked out of the courtyard and looked around. The sun in early June was shining brightly, and except for the cicadas on the tree, which were chirping hard and dull, there was no one in sight.
I carefully scanned the plain white envelope on the ground with my aura technique. It was not sealed with wax, so I didn't see anything wrong.
Tanshou used the photography technique to grab the envelope without squeezing it firmly with his fingers. He walked into the yard and told Han'er to close the door and go to eat. He walked straight to the west room, traveled to the cliff cave, and poured out a folded note from the envelope.
When I opened it, there was only one line of slightly scrawled writing.
"Don't believe me. Show."
Chen Mou recognized the handwriting of Meng Tianxiu. In the past, he often saw Meng Tianxiu copying books at the bookstall. The last word "Xiu" on the note was written in small regular script, so he would not recognize it.
"What's the meaning?"
Chen Mou was so confused that he didn't want to have any more interactions with Meng Tianxiu, let alone trust him.
Even if there were tadpoles in his head, he would not be so stupid as to trust a prostitute.
Meng Tianxiu and he were pretending to be mysterious, what were they playing at?
Red flames surged up in his hands, burning the envelopes and notes cleanly. The flames thinly covered his body and burned slowly. Fire can detoxify and dispel evil spirits. He must be responsible for his own safety.
He had some doubts that Meng Tianxiu was possessed by evil spirits and used such childish methods to fight him hard.
Dealing with a woman who feels good about herself is like dealing with half-burned coal: if you bump it, it will continue to burn; if you let it dry, it will naturally go out.