Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 177
Qingfeng City, Guanhua Terrace.

Wu Xun returned the immortal seeds together with the wooden box to his uncle Yan Weisong, who was sitting upright, and told him in detail what he had discovered in Taisu Mountain.

Yan Weisong opened the wooden box, and the fairy seeds flew up and floated above the palm of his hand. He checked it and then slowly said: "There are two big forces named Chen in Dongchui Continent. I have never heard of two old guys going out, unless they are Tai Su." Shan Na boy, change your name... This is because I know I'm here and I'm here to protect you."

"Uncle Master, do you still want to have contact with Taisu Mountain?"

"That's all, there's no need to offend him too deeply. There is a treasure in that kid's body that hides the secret. In the future, there will always be clues and flaws that can't be hidden forever."

There was a trace of sarcasm on Yan Weisong's face. There is no impermeable wall in the world.

How can it be so cheap to cut off someone's wealth without even saying hello?

The accounts have to be settled, and you can do it and see.

Luofeng slope, inside the hexagonal pavilion.

Yuan Hou teased Chen Mou across from him: "Although you used my authority to scare away that Wu Xun, from now on, you will hide in your nest and not go down the mountain?"

Chen Mou refilled the empty tea cup opposite and said: "There will be no new spiritual rice planted in Taisu Mountain next year. I have two shops that make a lot of money every day, so I don't have to fight for business with others to sell spiritual rice." Seed? In three to five years, the conflicts will be resolved, and no one will hold on to them."

Yuan Hou nodded and said: "You have a very clear mind."

"In the next few years, I plan to keep a low profile and just stay in the mountains practicing and chanting sutras. I won't go anywhere."

"After all, you are still afraid. You have done too many bad things, and you are worried that you can't protect the mad pig."

"Lao Yuan, let's not talk too much and say goodbye."

Chen Mou left decisively, leaving Lao Yuan behind who had nothing to do and wanted to make trouble, and returned to Qingfengling to sleep.

A few days later, Chen Mou waited until a wisp of seven-ray fire condensed from the eight-door fire-raising array on the top of the Tianbei Mountain. It was three feet above the ground. He gritted his teeth and stretched out his right hand to catch the remaining half of the golden fire thread. He became extremely skilled in controlling the fire. Luck.

"Teng", the whole body burst into red flames.

His face was twisted and ferocious, and his hands were making secrets quickly.

The severe pain was not reduced by the fact that he often used Qiyao Fire to exercise his body.

On the contrary, he worked hard to increase the intensity of the flames, burning him from the inside out, making him roar out loud, "Ouch..."

In the pavilion at the foot of the mountain, Marquis Yuan moved his ears and said to the black mute monkey squatting on the stone table: "I sometimes admire your master's courage. He is afraid of death and pain, but he dares to do it every time." He is brave enough to challenge the highly difficult Qi Yao Fire Exercise and endure inhuman pain, but he is more cowardly than anyone else."

The little black monkey's body shape has not changed much. It has eaten countless good things fed by Lao Yuan, and its cultivation level has reached the second level.

The little monkey clasped its paws in its hands and bowed towards the top of the mountain, grinning silently.

"The lucky guy has his own destiny. Why don't I promise him that as long as he is not burned to death on the spot, even if he is burned to pieces and disabled, I will find a way to save him. Or does he have the guts to try? Lend him three courages. , does he dare?"

Yuan Hou waved his hand and threw the little monkey out of the island and to the other side. He laughed and scolded: "Eating small things inside and outside is in vain, my ancestors cultivated it every day. You are all serving that indifferent master. I won't get anything from you next time." ”

The little black-haired monkey raised its paws and ran towards the forest.

In the evening, Chen Mou suddenly appeared in the pavilion with an angry look.

"You work hard and you gain. You are a good boy. You used the Qiyao Fire to forge your body and intercept the fire element for your own use. You have advanced to the late stage of foundation building so quickly. You are a good example of enduring hardships."

When Yuan Hou faced the real master, he changed his rhetoric.

Don't always throw cold water on it.

Chen Mou laughed happily and said humbly: "Lucky, lucky."

He had nothing to worry about. If he got lost, he would still have the jade in his hand to save him.

Anyway, I won't burn myself to death.

Monkey wine is a daily drink, and the spiritual energy of the training place is abundant. His resource conditions are only enviable even for golden elixirs. In addition, he has the rare Seven-Yao Fire Thread and exercises every four months to strengthen his body. It’s difficult not to make progress.

This body has been able to withstand several blows from the best magic weapon without any damage.

He was afraid of pain, so he didn't dare to use all his magic power to chop cruelly. How could he do it to himself?After drinking a few bowls of celebratory wine that Lao Yuan had given him perfunctorily and talking for a while, Chen Mou went back to the Tianbei Mountain cave to meditate and stabilize his cultivation.

A few days later, while Chen Mou was weeding Xu'er in the vegetable garden with Xu'er, Mo Fu flew in from the south and called out: "Brother Mou, go out for a walk. There is no point in being bored in the sect all day long."

Xu'er had already put down the hoe and answered with a smile: "Okay, Mr. Mo, do you have anything fun to do?"

Mo Fu quickly said: "Xu'er, next time your young master takes you out to play, I will ask brother Mou to be a guard. Otherwise, Senior Brother Cai won't trust me to go out alone."

Xu'er was a little disappointed.

Chen Mou patted the dirt on his hands, flew up, and said with a smile: "Let's talk first, my appearance fee is not low, it is less than one hundred spirit stones, so you can't afford it."

"Deal deal."

The two left the sect chatting and flew south.

Chen Mou asked: "Looking at the evil light in your eyes, the distorted expression, and the excitement and excitement, what bad thing did you ask me to do?"

Mo Fu laughed and did not hide anything. He gritted his teeth and said: "I just received the summons. Several of my men have tied up that old boy Hou Longtian in a house in Qiyue City and are waiting for me to deal with him."

After he became a core disciple of Qingzhu Peak, his two senior brothers were worried about his safety and assigned him bodyguards.

Ever since he learned that Hou Chulian was missing and had almost no chance of survival, he arranged for his men to use some roundabout methods and spent several months to lure the marginalized Hou Longtian out of Danyang Sect.

It is never too late for a monk to take revenge in ten or a hundred years.

The two walked into Qiyue City and came to a large courtyard on the east side.

After walking into the courtyard gate, Mo Fu signaled to the four saluting men that there was no need to be polite and asked impatiently: "Where is he? Take me there."

The middle-aged man in the lead led him to the west wing with a smile.

Chen Mou glanced at the courtyard where the array protection was turned on, and then walked into the temporary torture chamber filled with the smell of blood. He saw the pampered Hou Longtian with a bruised nose and swollen face, and the other Hou An huddled in the corner. He was no longer domineering and fierce, and his eyes were full of fear. disturbed.

It was impossible for him to sympathize with the guy who regarded human life as trivial and thought he was superior.

As the tides turn, those who kill will always be killed.

"Haha, Hou Longtian, you kid, never thought that today, you would also fall into my hands."

Mo Fu flew up and kicked Hou Longtian, who was controlled by his cultivation, so that he rolled and hit the wall hard, making a "bang" sound, and then fell to the ground.

Blood spilled from the miserable Hou Longtian's mouth and nose, and he struggled to show a fierce smile: "It's a pity that I let you escape in the first place, you are a traitor, you villain, ah!"

A mouthful of blood was spat on the ground.

When Mo Fu saw that his enemy was still so stubborn, he was so angry that he punched, kicked and cursed, venting all the years of grievance and hatred.

Chen Mou watched coldly, knowing that Hou Longtian wanted to die quickly with this method. He pulled out the sword from his waist, grabbed Mo Fu who was beating randomly, and said: "Use the sword to kill the thief with your hands."

Mo Fu subconsciously took the sword and "poof", it pierced the chest of the enemy on the ground.

Hearing a scream, Mo Fu hurriedly retreated. The spurting of blood woke him up from his hatred, and he was a little dazed for a moment.

Chen Mou took the bloody sword and said to the men who were watching: "Take Brother Mo to the yard to rest for a while. I will take care of it later. Don't let the remnant soul escape, so as not to cause trouble."

He said it with great experience.

Hou Longtian, who was seriously injured but not dead, had a ghostly expression on his face. He couldn't raise his finger to point and was speechless.

For monks, losing their souls without reincarnation is the cruelest way to die.

Several other people hurriedly escorted Mo Fu out and closed the door considerately.

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(End of this chapter)