Feng Haochen is busy in the vegetable garden. Mu Yu rarely sees his master practicing. His master always just grows vegetables, then lies on his Taishi chair and looks at the scenery. In the evening, he explains to them some things about the world of cultivation.
He has seen and heard about magic pills and all kinds of treasures that cultivators are crazy about. Mu Yu feels that his master is really a treasure book in the world of cultivation. The herbal medicine and magic weapons he talks about every day are extremely magical, and some of the techniques are also amazing.
Mu Yu's eyes were opened!
Feng Haochen rarely goes down the mountain, and occasionally goes out once or twice, just to intervene in trivial matters between sects. In fact, Feng Haochen never interferes in the affairs of various sects in the world of cultivation, and other sects will not do it because of him.
He has always been very low-key. I really don't know how he got such profound knowledge.
"You two, be careful on the road. Don't get separated. Go early and come back early." Feng Haochen said without raising his head while taking care of the vegetable garden.
"Disciple knows."
"yes."
It's hard to say who was more annoyed about walking together. Lan Ling'er felt like she was a burden, while Mu Yu felt like she had an eighth wife beside her. The two of them had their first argument as soon as they walked down the mountain.
"Would you die if you flew higher?"
Lan Ling'er had been waiting for Mu Yu at the bottom of the mountain for a long time. Normally, she would start directly from the mountain gate halfway up the mountain without going all the way to the bottom of the mountain. However, Mu Yu, who was afraid of heights, insisted on starting from the bottom of the mountain. Lan Ling'er angrily said
Flying straight down the mountain, Mu Yu slowly circled the cliff before reaching the bottom of the mountain, leaving Lan Ling'er waiting for a long time.
"I don't know if I will die, but if I fly lower I can be sure that I won't die." Mu Yu would not blush. He was prepared to be ridiculed by Lan Ling'er about flying before going down the mountain.
"Then you'd better keep up with my speed." Lan Ling'er spun to a height of about fifty meters in front of Mu Yu. At this height, she was sure that Mu Yu would not fly up, which was considered a provocation to Mu Yu.
The height may not be enough, but Mu Yu's flying speed will not be slow. Fortunately, otherwise he would be blamed by Lan Ling'er again. He scratched his nose depressedly, sat on the flying sword and flew in the direction of Lan Ling'er ahead.
Go. The two of them just flew up and down, one after another, in the direction of the school. The school was a bit far away from here. Feng Haochen had been flying for two hours, and their cultivation was worse than that of his master.
If it's far away, it will take at least four hours.
No one said anything along the way. Lan Ling'er didn't want to talk to Mu Yu, and Mu Yu didn't want to make trouble for himself. In fact, Mu Yu had only taken him along this road once before when he came to Luochen Mountain, so that he could
He might take a wrong turn if he walked by himself, so he still had to rely on Lan Ling'er to lead the way.
After flying for more than an hour, Luochen Mountain was already far behind them and out of sight. Mu Yu suddenly felt that this kind of trip was quite boring. In the past, when he went out with his senior brother and the others, he would always talk and laugh, and he would not feel lonely.
When he was alone with Lan Ling'er, the two of them started talking about the second senior brother. Lan Ling'er only said one sentence to him in this hour: "Second senior brother used to like to fly very high. He felt that men are just like flying high."
You should fly higher and pursue a broader sky."
Mu Yu replied, "It's possible that the second senior brother flew too high and fell down and lost his memory. He still hasn't found his way back." Lan Ling'er was so angry that he raised the altitude again. Now Mu Yu could only see the sky in front of him.
A red dot, Lan Ling'er's current height should be more than 100 meters above the ground.
In addition, what happened during this journey was that when Mu Yu was passing through a canyon, he was suddenly blocked by several vicious cultivators.
"You brat, how dare you trespass on our territory? You're looking for death!"
A man with a beard menacingly chopped Mu Yu down with a flying ax. Mu Yu was a little stunned. He didn't know that this canyon was someone else's territory. He just flew low, not realizing that he couldn't break in.
The place to break into.
Five or six cultivators of different ages appeared in front of him, both old and young. They all looked at Mu Yu eagerly, making Mu Yu feel a little hairy. Before he was a cultivator, he also looked up to those people. Two years later, he already looked up to those people.
Facing these cultivators alone made Mu Yu quite emotional.
"Uh, sorry for disturbing me, I'm leaving now."
Mu Yu has never encountered this kind of situation before. There are some places in the world of cultivation that you cannot break into casually. Many places are the cultivation grounds of a certain cultivator. The master once mentioned to him that cultivators are extremely concerned about their own territory.
Being sensitive, it is very unwise to enter by mistake. Chengyan and the others have never encountered such a situation before. In fact, Chengyan is familiar with the road and will not lead them to offend other people's territory. But Muyu was just flying, not at all
Didn't notice where I flew to.
"Let's go? Do you think we, the Longhu Gorge, come and leave whenever we want?" Another old Taoist in Huangshan sneered and looked at Mu Yu with disdain. This old Taoist in Huangshan looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with a gray beard.
The voice was a bit shrill and looked sly.
"Seniors, I didn't mean to offend, it was just a mistake. I apologize to everyone here." Mu Yu raised his head and glanced into the air. Lan Ling'er's figure had disappeared. She probably didn't know that Mu Yu behind him had been occupied by someone else.
If I stop him, I'm afraid she will find out and be scolded again.
"Haha, I can tell at a glance that this kid is an errand boy of a certain small sect. Since he has come to our Longhu Gorge, if he wants to leave, he must hand over all the spiritual stones and treasures on his body." Another charming woman said with a sweet smile.
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Spiritual stone? Treasure?
Is this considered robbery? There is not a single spirit stone in Mu Yu's pocket. Spirit stones are generally used to provide spiritual energy for practice during practice, which can speed up practice. In the past, Uncle An would put a few spirit stones in his pocket during practice.
In the hall, anyone who wants it can get it. Mu Yu used a spirit stone when he broke through from the Qi training stage to the foundation building stage. He never used it in his usual practice, and he didn't bring any spirit stones when he went down the mountain this time.
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Spirit stones are very precious, and they are also the currency of the world of cultivation. The Luochen sect looks so shabby. It would be strange if every disciple had a lot of spirit stones. In fact, there are veins of mineral stones specifically mined in the world of cultivation, but the mineral veins of spiritual stones are very real.
They are rare, but there are many cultivators, so the Qingsong Sect has made a rule. Every year, several sects compete with each other and are ranked according to the competition. At the same time, they also select disciples based on this ranking. Things like rankings directly put the uncontested Luochen Sect
Brush it down.
The only treasure in his pocket was the Shadow Sword. Besides that, there were a few ingots of broken silver. They were given by the village chief, and Mu Yu still couldn't bear to spend them.
"I have no spiritual stones or treasures."
Mu Yu is not very worried about the few people in front of him. The big man with a beard here has the highest cultivation level and has the second level of Foundation Establishment. The woman's cultivation level is at the first level of Foundation Establishment. As for the old Taoist Huangshan Daoist, he is not even at the Foundation Establishment level.
Only the ninth level of qi training has been reached, and the other three young people only have the cultivation level of qi training period.
Mu Yu thought for a while and realized that his cultivation level was at the third level of foundation building. Although Uncle An and Master had always said that he was suitable for practicing Taoism, his cultivation level, excluding Kongkong and Miaomiao, was at the bottom of the sect. He did not expect that he would leave.
There were people with lower cultivation than him. He curled his lips and felt that this was inseparable from his diligence.
In fact, most cultivators are very diligent, but diligence is still related to talent, but Mu Yu ignored this. How could anyone else reach the foundation building stage within two years? This kind of cultivation speed is already
Against the odds, Mu Yu didn't feel any difference in his cultivation speed because of the lack of comparison with other cultivators.
He doesn't need to worry about these people now. What he is more worried about is that he will not be able to find Lan Ling'er later. He doesn't know the way to the school, and who knows when Lan Ling'er will stop to see if he is still behind.
Maybe she only found out that she had lost it when she arrived at the school.
"No? Then I'll kill you first! Zhang Zhong, go get rid of him!" said the big man with a beard.
"Yes, Master!" The old Taoist Huangshan responded respectfully.
"Master? I thought you were this uncle's master! You are old enough to be this uncle's father." Mu Yu rolled his eyes, a little surprised, but he was relieved when he thought of Deacon Xun from the previous school.
, Those who are experts in the world of cultivation are respected, and status is not judged by age.
Zhang Zhong said angrily: "You brat, how dare you insult my master! You are seeking death!"
With a flick of the whisk in his hand, a ray of white light came towards Mu Yu. Mu Yu was inconspicuous. He did not show off his cultivation. In addition, he was only fourteen years old and looked very young. He was not attracted by others at all.
In their eyes, they just regarded him as a new disciple who had just started and was easy to bully.
"What? How did I insult your master?"
Mu Yu didn't understand. He leaned away and avoided the white light. Mu Yu didn't know that Zhang Zhong's talent was not very good. He was only in the Qi training period at such an old age. If he hadn't encountered the guidance of this big man with a Qiu beard,
He might not even be able to reach the ninth level of Qi training, so in his heart he obeyed the orders of the big man with a sharp beard.
"I don't want to do anything."
Mu Yu has never really fought with others before, but in fact, he still wants to fight in his heart. The daily sparring in Luochen Mountain will not break their muscles at all. Only Uncle An's training often makes them exhausted.
, he was also curious about what it would be like to fight with other people. However, Master often said to try to avoid conflicts with others. Most conflicts in the world of cultivation end with death or injury. After all, everyone's methods are extraordinary. Vomiting blood and serious injuries are very common.
He will still listen to what Master says.
"It's best not to do anything, so that I don't have to do anything."
When Zhang Zhong saw that he missed a hit, he flicked the dust with his whisk. The dust threads suddenly became larger and wrapped around Mu Yu like spider threads. The momentum was extremely magnificent, but in Mu Yu's view, it seemed a bit redundant.
Chensi's spiritual power is insufficient, and Mu Yu can easily break it.
"But Master also said that people don't need to be patient in everything to live." Mu Yu's eyes moved, and his figure had disappeared from the spot.