Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 107

Half a year has passed, the barren Mo mansion next door has also been taken back to Fangshi, and the seal has been removed. The monks of the foreign affairs workshop supervised the craftsmen and monks to repair the yard, but the noise was not as loud as the Chen mansion, and no one even dared to make a loud noise.

The steward of the foreign affairs workshop urged thousands of times, whoever dared to make the neighbor Chen Daoyou unhappy, get out of the market by himself.

Chen Daoyou's backer is Senior Cui, who is already a newly promoted Jindan swordsman. It is rumored that he will challenge the ancestor of the Hou family in two years.

They also listened to the greetings from their superiors, and secretly disliked the ancestor Hou of their own sect.

Chen Mou seldom went out of the courtyard, and even went to Shandingfang City. He spent most of his time cultivating behind closed doors in a quiet room. He beat and beat in the forging room, keeping his craftsmanship from deteriorating.

Xu'er, who loves to be lively, took Han'er to the open courtyard door of Mo's mansion next door, and visited inside twice, but couldn't find the familiar ones, so he stopped going.

Time flies, and it is the Mid-Autumn Festival again in a blink of an eye.

Cui Xiao was still dressed in spotless snow-white robes, his sharp edge was restrained, and the arrogance on his face faded a little. He took a few glances at Junior Brother Chen who was drinking tea and wearing a Taoist crown to cover up his short hair. The hair and eyebrows are messed up, the young man is very angry.

He could see that his younger brother was diligent in cultivation, his aura was not vain, and his soul was stable, so he would not talk too much about asking his younger brother what kind of amazing fire element secret method he was practicing.

Everyone has their own secrets, let alone Na Yunfeng's internally appointed core disciple?
After chatting for a while, Cui Xiao took out a cloth bag from his cuff, which was bulging with things, handed it to Chen Mou, and said: "Lv Yi went back to the sect, and met Mo Fu who had harvested the spiritual rice. So entrusted, bring you a bag of items."

Chen Mou took the bag with a smile, and noticed that the knot at the mouth of the bag was Mo Fu's unique technique, which seemed to be called "crossing flower loop knot", which was a complex technique Mo Fu improved from the knot commonly used by Ling Zhifu.

He saw Mo Fu demonstrate it and learned how to dismantle it.

Brother Mo was bitten by a snake once and was afraid of well ropes for ten years. I am afraid that apart from him, he is wary of other monks in this world.

Cover the mouth of the bag with wide sleeves. It took some time to completely untie the knots, and then wipe off the entanglement of the bag mouth. Otherwise, something wrong will damage an important item in the bag. Beyond Mo Fu, I underestimated Ling Zhifu's unique skill to keep secrets.

When Cui Xiao was rarely curious about things other than swords, he drank tea and waited for the junior brother opposite to take out three wooden boxes from the cloth bag. Seeing that junior brother Chen opened the wooden box and read the letter, he smiled sincerely and looked at him. Raised the letter paper.

"Brother Mo is announcing the good news to me. He has increased the yield of the best spiritual rice provided by the sect by nearly [-]% through trial and error. The spiritual energy content is still a little unsatisfactory and can only be increased by [-]%."

Chen Mou pushed the spiritual rice in one of the wooden boxes to the senior brother, then handed over another wooden box, and said with a smile: "The three kinds of spiritual fruits, white dates, green oranges, and purple scorpions, can increase the spiritual energy by [-]%, and the yield can increase by [-]%. There is also improvement, he said that it will take a few years to make more extensive attempts, and there is a shortfall of three or five people assigned by him, and the cultivation base of Qi refining is enough."

Chen Mou didn't open the last brown wooden box, he put it in the storage bag.

Cui Xiao was holding two rough light-colored wooden boxes, and suddenly felt quite heavy. A friend of a genius, who is either a genius or a monster, messed around casually and fought alone, and made such a big achievement in just one year.

Because of the greed and stupidity of the steward of the Fangshi Lingtian, the Danyang Sect suffered immeasurable losses.

It may even hinder the illusory luck.

With a serious face, he said: "You write a letter to Mo Fu, and I will take it to the sect in person later, and ask Qingzhufeng to cooperate. We asked Jianfeng monks to be good at beating people with swords, and punishing evil for thousands of miles. The skill of spiritual planting is not even half a bucket of water. I have to make it clear with the people in Qingzhufeng, don't try to find out the spiritual planting technique in Mo Fu's hands, everything will have to wait for you to go back to the mountain. Mo Fu is willing to stay in As for which mountain, you and Mo Fu have the final say after discussing it."

Except for the way of swordsmanship, Cui Xiao spared no effort in anything that could enhance the power of the sect.

As the youngest Golden Core Sword Cultivator of the sect, he has a lot of power to speak.

He could already predict that the two elder brothers of Green Bamboo Peak, the Jindan Ling Zhifu who had studied the cultivation of spiritual rice for hundreds of years, would probably jump up after seeing is believing.

Art idiots must be good at skills, and they can't snatch people away from Qingzhu Peak. The two senior brothers will definitely live in the Lingtian of Wenjian Peak.

Xuanduguan, which is famous for its combat prowess in Changzhou, may stand out among Lingzhi in the future, and stand out from the crowd.

Just thinking about it makes me feel good, and I suddenly understand.

Chen Mou nodded with a smile, Mo Fu's vote achieved the desired effect, and said: "I will explain the truth to Brother Mo in the letter, and persuade him to stay in our Xuandu Temple with peace of mind, don't think about it, Whatever he needs, such as resources, manpower, spiritual fields, etc., our sect can give him."

He missed the most important point and didn't say anything, Mo Fu was all about revenge.

Now the time is not ripe, he has not returned to the sect, so it is meaningless to mention it.

Cui Xiao readily agreed, "Talk to him, I will arrange two maids to take care of his daily life later, if there is anything, you can openly bring it up."

After writing the reply, Chen Mou left and returned home, and did not stay in Cui's residence for more disturbance.

Passing through the streets of Fangshi, he simply took a stroll around. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, there were people coming and going on the street, and suddenly he heard three barefoot, dark-skinned men dressed as husbands of Ling Zhi, talking on the side of the road, which caught his attention.

"The day after tomorrow is Guanshi Hou's birthday, what gift do you two plan to give?"

"We rent a lot of spiritual fields, so we will give [-] spiritual stones directly as usual every year, and no other gifts will be given."

"Yes, Guanshi Hou has a high level of vision. Gifts are expensive and cheap, so it's not easy to buy them. Sending spirit stones will save you worry."

"..."

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested. Chen Mou's expression was flat, and he walked slowly down the south mountain while thinking.

Xu'er was wearing thin taupe-colored clothes, and was jumping up and down on a few rows of wooden stakes by the east wall of the courtyard to practice Lve Ying bodywork. She made a somersault, and flipped lightly to the side of the young master who opened the door and walked into the courtyard, and greeted him with a smile on her face.

After more than half a year of practice, she has grown taller and her figure has gradually grown.

Exquisite and delicate, slim and graceful.

"Young master, you are back."

"Xu'er has worked hard and improved her body skills, not bad."

Chen Mou stopped, smiled and said a few words with the sweaty maid, and raised his hand to let Xu'er take care of himself.

He turned around and went up the steps, and walked into the quiet room in the west room. Xu'er was very concerned about practicing kung fu and blacksmithing, and she didn't need his supervision and reminder. As for reading and writing... don't worry about it, she can still play happily.

Back and forth, he brought back some spiritual fruits from other worlds, squeezed them into juice, and gave them to Xu'er with the pulp and juice, which can enhance a little spirit and enlighten the mind. gas threshold.

Entering the alien cave, Chen Mou Yujian flew to the front of the natural cave where Mi'er and Douer were buried.

The entrance of the cave has long been blocked by him with gravel, leaving a small table two feet wide, with a small incense burner, and the remaining incense sticks inserted in it, the gravel wall is smoky.

Fate is like a mustard, and once smiled like a flower.

Chen Mou took out the brown wooden box from the Mofuto people from the storage bag, opened the lid, and inside were several kinds of white dates, green oranges, and purple nai cultivated by Mofu, and a layer of spiritual rice was spread underneath.

Putting the box on the stone platform as a sacrifice, Chen Mou took out the incense candle, lit it and inserted it into the incense burner, stepped on the sword with both feet, and faced the sky with his fists, praying a few words silently.

The fragrance mist curls up and spreads out in the night, elusive.

Chen Mou was silent for a long time, and when all the incense candles were burned out, he stepped on the flying sword and flew down.

Tianbei Peak is as high as [-] feet, and the top and the side of the mountain are surrounded by mist all year round. Except for the little monsters who nest in a few places on the mountain, no monsters of the second level and above dare to climb or fly. up the mountain.

Through the fog and wind, landed on the small island at the foot of the mountain.

Yuan Hou sat obliquely in the pavilion, stretched his hairy Erlang legs, and stretched out of the pavilion, admiring the night scene of the two moons in the sky.

He "saw" Mr. Chen offering incense on the mountainside, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Except for the top of the mountain and the two restricted caves, he can go to other places on Tianbei Peak.

The world is so boring, he wants to go there for nine days.

"Drink, drink, you have saved more than 200 jars of wine in the Qinghou tribe, if you don't drink some for you, I'm sorry for the conscience of heaven and earth."

"Brother Yuan, you are boring like this."

"Haha, it's interesting to eat something else."

Yuan Hou laughed out loud. They have been together for less than a year, and he feels that this master of Jade Bi is much more interesting than the former Taoist Qingtong.

Some things in the bones cannot be hidden after a long time.

Chen Mou sipped the low-grade monkey wine in the rough clay bowl.

Spiritual wine is like food, the most expensive thing is to taste it slowly to get the real taste.

"Old Yuan, I feel that the next time I will use fire to forge my body, I will be able to build a foundation, and the time will be in early October."

"Don't worry, one more time, the heat is just right."

"Okay, I'll listen to you. Hey, until February next year, before you advance to Foundation Establishment, I can't drink with you every day. This wine is too nourishing. You can drink a bowl every three days at most to satisfy your hunger."

"Hahaha, you're called saving your hospitality and being particular about it."

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(End of this chapter)