Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 2 Don't Have Fantasy
There was an unnatural smile on Chen Mou's face after he was nervous, and he bowed slightly to the old Taoist and said hello: "May I ask what your name is? Where is this?"

He kept a one in ten thousand chance in his heart.

Maybe he is still in an unknown deep mountain forest on the earth, a place isolated from the world.

The old Taoist who held the long sword upside down frowned slightly, and spoke a strange language that Chen Mou couldn't understand at all, and then changed several different pronunciations to ask questions.

The luck in Chen Mou's heart "clicked" and shattered, and the smile froze and stiffened bit by bit on his face.

Seeing that the old man was a little impatient, Ling Kongxu stepped towards him, and he subconsciously took two steps back in fright. He was sure that the old man did not use tools to bluff people, and there was no transparent steel wire under his feet... Is the other party a god or an old ghost?

In the blink of an eye, the old man arrived in front of Chen Mou, and put his finger on Chen Mou's forehead as soon as he put his hands together.

Chen Mou felt like he had been electrocuted, and he froze on the spot and could no longer move, and even screamed back in his throat.

The hunting fork he was holding in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and the rusty metal fork broke away from the rough wooden pole he had chopped with a hatchet. The sharp edge of the long sword lifted by the old way.

His hairs stood on end, and he wanted to pee.

The old Taoist let out a surprised "huh huh", he used spells to check the little guy who broke into the woods outside the city, but found no clues of the remnant soul. The three spiritual roots, the soul that has not been opened is unexpectedly powerful, and it is a good seedling for cultivating immortals.

After pondering and inspecting it carefully again, the old man withdrew his fingers.

The old Taoist name is Fan Juran, one of the visiting monks hired by Danyangfang, he took an ancient jade in the left hand of the young man who retreated hastily after he moved freely, took it lightly, checked it a little, and threw it back to many people. It's a young man who stops fast.

It's just an ordinary ancient jade with no aura, which can be seen everywhere in the world.

Looking at the young man's dirty short hair standing up like a hedgehog, he guessed that the long hair was cut off in an accident, and then glanced at the fire in the corner, smelling the aroma of burnt food, and judged that the young man was here at least For four or five days.

What a miracle.

Occasionally, mountain dwellers and hunters would stray into the misty forest fifty or sixty miles away from the city by mistake. Most of the mortals who broke in were affected by the mist and lost their direction, lost in low-level phantoms and even took off their clothes. Death, only a few lucky ones will be thrown out of the woods by the monks who meet and are in a good mood.

The good-looking young man in front of him who scrubbed the patch of his face clean may be because he is strong in spirit and has not been too much affected by the fog. Apart from being unable to get out, he has been alive and well for so many days.

Fan Juran observed the young man, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Since he met by fate, he planned to take in this mortal with unknown origin and speech barrier.

A figure suddenly leaped out of the mist and stopped at a high place on the earth slope a little far away. It was a stout middle-aged man in a black robe. There was a slanted scar on the left cheek, which added a bit of viciousness, and asked : "Old Fan, is there anything wrong with this person? Can you find the whereabouts of the evil cultivator's remnant soul?"

Fan Juran shook his head, "I didn't find it. This person has the aptitude for cultivation. I'll take him back and teach him."

"Oh!"

The middle-aged man showed a hint of suspicion on his face, and took out a palm-sized engraved bronze mirror from his sleeve, and said with a smile: "Old Fan, let me check him, what is the responsibility, and what is the offense, please Haihan."

With Lao Fan's cunning and cunning temperament, he suspects that the remnant soul of the evil cultivator who caused trouble in the market has taken away the mortals in front of him, and Lao Fan wants to take the credit for himself.

How can it be such a good thing to pick up a mortal with spiritual roots on the road casually?
Fan Juran sneered in his heart, turned sideways and stretched out his hand and said, "As long as you don't use your hands to investigate, Fellow Daoist Qian, please feel free to use the soul-searching mirror to check." He made it clear first that this person was discovered by him, so don't even try to snoop and compete with him for his qualifications .

The middle-aged man laughed dryly, jumped down to the nearby ground, sparked the bronze mirror with suspicion, and shone on the mortal who was at his mercy. The thin blue light swept back and forth three times, and the middle-aged man put away the magic weapon.

Strange, nothing was found.

"Offended! Congratulations, Brother Fan, for discovering a talent for cultivating immortals. I'll go ahead and look for it."

The middle-aged man knew he was in the wrong, so he didn't wait too long. He confessed a few face-saving words, and then jumped into the depths of the forest.

These days, the middle-aged man patrolled the surrounding area as usual, and had long since discovered the mortals trapped here, leaving them to fend for themselves and ignoring them, but they were picked up by Lao Fan as a treasure.
The thought just flashed by.

The mortal looks at the age of over 20 and misses the most suitable period of cultivation. Unless it is a single spiritual root, otherwise the sect will not be included in the exception, and will not be rewarded generously.

He roughly guessed Lao Fan's intention, to take in older mortals with cultivation qualifications, and spend some time to cultivate them, all for the sake of "profit".

It is not easy for low-level casual cultivators to survive, and it is difficult to obtain spirit stones and resources, so it is understandable to use some crooked brains.

That mortal boy with a good-looking face, Lao Fan made a shrewd calculation.

Fan Juran put his sword back into its sheath, reached out and grabbed the young man's shoulder, and walked quickly through the forest without saying any more nonsense.

That evil cultivator's remnant soul might have flown out of the woods, he didn't want to chase it out of the boundary of Fangshi.

Chen Mou has completely calmed down. The middle-aged man glanced at him earlier, indifferent, superior, without the slightest emotion, and did not treat him as a human being at all, which shocked his heart.

Thinking of the countless bones and rotting naked corpses deep in the forest, Chen Mou no longer had any illusions.

These fairy-like characters who came and went and talked in a language he couldn't understand were not kind.

He was glad that the ancient jade in his hand was not taken away by the old man, he still had a chance to go back, but he didn't know how he would treat the old man who looked more kind-hearted than the middle-aged man?

With invisible restraints wrapped around his body, Chen Mou passively walked at high speed without touching the ground.

The trees rushed towards his face, and the scenery changed too quickly, which dazzled his eyes. Later, he felt dizzy and uncomfortable like riding a roller coaster, so he simply closed his eyes and didn't think about anything.

No matter how much he loves, he can't remember the way.

After an unknown amount of time, a faint human voice came from the whistling wind in his ears, and he barely opened his eyes.

Into the eyes is a ridge of emerald green luxuriant fields, and in the far distance there are black and green mountains.

The sky is blue, the clouds are light, and the long-lost sunshine is pouring on the earth.

The old Taoist led him to run on a yellow dirt road about three meters wide, one stride was more than ten meters away, and he followed each other like a tightly tied rice dumpling, and the copper coins collided in his pocket, making a "jingle" sound.

There were sparse people working in the fields, and some stood up and greeted the old Taoist.

When the old Taoist was running, he also responded aloud.

Chen Mou smelled the fresh fragrance of flowers and plants in the air. Compared with the ubiquitous rancid and damp musty smell in the misty forest, it smelled so good. He was dizzy so badly that he quickly closed his eyes again, unable to look much.

I really hope this is a weird nightmare, just like countless times, I woke up and returned to the familiar room.

Open your eyes and it's a brand new day.

He vowed never to complain about unfair treatment and poor rewards.

Really!

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(End of this chapter)