Immortal Fu Yongxiang

Chapter 117 Mourning

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The fighting methods of people in this world are lackluster. Cultivators pursue higher attack power and stronger defense power in fighting. One force can defeat ten groups. In the face of complete power, all conspiracies and tricks are a joke, but human wisdom is There are endless ways to use tricks in them, and some clever and ingenious people will stand out from them. They have transcended countless times between life and death and achieved some unparalleled achievements.

In a herd of cattle that can only attack in a straight line, the cow that can retreat and save the country through curves may not only have the last laugh, but may also become the leader of the herd.

Looking at the famous people in the world of cultivation, the group of people who stand at a height that is difficult for ordinary people to reach are all this type of strong people. Either because of chance, they have received some kind of inheritance or some kind of treasure, or because of their birth, they have acquired something since childhood. Inexhaustible resources, or because of oneself, relying on unremitting efforts, fighting step by step, fighting for one's own bloody road... In short, God rewards hard work, not only hard work, but also hard thinking.

People who can think and are good at thinking may be what Mr. Ning calls "spiritual".

From Mo Ranyi's point of view, she is not very smart. It's just that the education she received since she was a child, the world she originally lived in, and everything made her think better than the people in Cangqiong Continent and find problems from them. Well, Just be more flexible.

When it comes to real intelligence, not to mention far away, she can't compare to Lin Zimu who hangs out in front of her every day. This is the real smart person. Basically, what Mr. Ning has refined twice, He can copy almost everything, no matter the techniques or steps, there is no difference at all. Thanks to the cultivator's super photographic memory, she can almost do this, but when it materializes from her hands, nothing happens. Classmate Lin Zimu is so free and easy, just like flowing clouds and flowing water, and stumbling is a common thing.

If Mr. Ning had not given her a small start and gradually narrowed the gap between the two, this person would still be standing on a high mountain, being looked up to by her.

The closer you get to him, the more you can feel the charm of Lin Zimu. He is knowledgeable, focused, humble, gentle... There is an ethereal smell around him, and the childishness he occasionally reveals is particularly rare. He seems to be constantly being attracted by... The pure white jade washed by the sea water is bright and clear, and shines alone under the moon. It does not make light by being reflected, but it is the source of light itself.

Mo Ranyi's study time was undoubtedly very enjoyable, both because of Ning Lao and because of Lin Zimu. It was precisely because of this joy from the heart that she showed a bit of her true nature. Although she did not forget to play weak, But from time to time, there would be unexpected actions or unexpected words, which made Mu Lin's face turn red and he was speechless.

Poor classmate Mo Ranyi!The beautiful man in front of her, who teased her a little, really felt sorry for herself. Of course, all the secretive little thoughts were hidden under the innocent and beautiful appearance.

"Uncle Zimu, why is there only the ghost of a woman in this love clock? Wouldn't its effectiveness be halved when facing a female cultivator?" The evil-minded classmate Mo Ranyi tilted his head slightly, looking like a curious baby. .

The love clock is an illusory magic weapon, which is embodied in various musical instruments. The bell is just one of them. It uses music as a medium to seduce love and captivate people's hearts. What really makes the difference is the beauty inside and outside. There are all kinds of stunning beauties. It can be said that the quality of the female ghost in the magic weapon is the main reason for the charm.

Of course, there used to be a saying in the world where Mo Ranyi lived, that there are no ugly women, only lazy women. It is also applicable in the world of cultivation, even if the foundation of the ghost is poor, not very beautiful, or simply a monk without salt, refining It can also be modified by a small plastic surgery. In this regard, cultivators are much better than ordinary people, and it can be done with a single thought.

Moreover, because he is used to seeing beautiful women and has a very high vision, this obsessed ghost is extremely charming and moving.

"There are quite a few male monks." Lin Zimu was a little tongue-tied and could only reply uncomfortably, but how could such a vague answer satisfy Mo Ranyi.

"There are not many female cultivators. Or does Senior Uncle Lin think that our female cultivators are not as powerful as the male cultivators?" Mo Ranyi continued to take advantage of the situation.

"No, essentially, they are all the same." Lin Zimu's expression softened a little, and this topic was safer.

"In that case, this love clock should not only contain the ghosts of women, but also the ghosts of men. In this way, wouldn't it be useful for both men and women? It doesn't matter whether the person is a man or a woman, whether he likes the opposite sex or the same sex. , can meet his/her needs." Mo Ranyi said seriously,

Lin Zimu couldn't resist, why did he go back to the crooked building again.

There was a faint blush on her gentle brows, "Male... female... this, we need to add a layer of space inside." I kept sighing in my heart, so just follow what this person said and finish it early. Get relief early.

"Why do you need to add a layer of space? It wouldn't be very troublesome. Besides, the materials may not be able to withstand it. Can't they be put together?"

Putting them together, don't they mean chaos? !

Lin Zimu became more and more embarrassed to look at Mo Ranyi. The scene of that day came to mind again. Maybe, an "evil thought" came into his heart in vain. Maybe, it would be good to put them together. Sexual intercourse between men and women... would the effect be more effective? a little better?
Uh, like the same sex?He has heard before that some monks have special orientations, regardless of gender. The love clock sometimes affects female cultivators, and the effect is no weaker than that of male cultivators. If a man's ghost is put into it, will it also affect some men? Does the practice take effect? ? ? ? ? ?
Men and women...women and men...men and women...

Lin Zimu, who was relatively simple in this regard, immediately had two red clouds on his cheeks, and the tips of his ears were a little bright red. The love clock he was playing with felt like it was burning in his hands, and he threw it away.

This love clock was made by Mr. Ning. He did not sacrifice it. It was treated as an ownerless thing. The ghost inside still retained a trace of sanity. Before the owner was determined, he did not dare to make any unnecessary movements. Mo Ranyi's spiritual consciousness swept When we entered, there were only a dozen shivering women inside, crawling on their knees and not even daring to raise their heads.well!She could only sigh. Here, the emotion of pity is superfluous and needs to be abandoned. Everyone else is more cruel than the other, and being kind means losing. She only thinks that she has earned another life in this sky continent, but she Not wanting to give up easily, but wanting to live, these are just child's play. Compared with those people who try their best, she is still immature and needs more time to learn.

Most of Mr. Ning's recent courses are about demonic cultivation. Even though she is a woman, she cannot get around this obsession. She not only needs to understand it, but also needs to master it all.

The world of cultivation is really full of contradictions. There are many ethics and morals, but in private there are quite a few men who steal and women who prostitute. This type of magic weapon is still very useful.

Mr. Ning maintained his identity, patted his butt and left after teaching, leaving Lin Zimu and Mo Ranyi to explore on their own.

In fact, what is there to think about?They are not rookies who know a little bit about everything. After years of teaching, their level has been improving. Some things are clear to all, and it is not difficult to fall in love.

But it was just to embarrass Lin Zimu that he met a weirdo like Mo Ranyi, who didn't have any restraint that a woman should have and preferred to watch Lin Zimu's jokes.

In other words, people all have this kind of bad nature. When they see beautiful things, they always want to break them and are curious about their less perfect and beautiful sides.

Lin Zimu's concentration was still relatively high, so he blushed for a while and walked away as if nothing had happened.

Mo Ranyi snickered in his heart, pretending, I told you to pretend, the red on the tip of his ears hasn't faded yet!
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"Ahem, Yi'er, I'm going to the back mountain tomorrow, ahem..." Mr. Ning became even thinner, his face was covered with deep lines, his eyes were no longer bright and clear, they were cloudy and could only be seen occasionally. A flash of light flashed like a meteor flying by.

Mo Ranyi felt sour and astringent in his heart. Going to the back mountain meant that Mr. Ning was about to pass away.

"Ahem, I've already taught you what you need to teach. How much you can understand depends on your luck." Mr. Ning's tone became more urgent and his breathing became even more difficult. "I won't leave you anything, those things." If I give you something, it will be a disaster rather than a blessing..."

He himself has never said how much Mr. Ning is, and Mo Ranyi has never asked, but weapon refiners are always chickens that lay golden eggs, so they would not miss it.

The materials she has used in the past few years were all prepared by Ning Lao, but Lin Zimu spent the money himself. Therefore, she has practiced many things, but Lin Zimu has not. There is a difference between closeness and distance. Naturally, Ning Lao will not let Lin Zimu Learn more than Mo Ranyi.

But Mr. Ning would not allow them to take away the finished product they refined, even if it was a broken product that failed. As for where he received it, it is unknown.

Now it seems that these things, together with Mr. Ning's previous collection, should belong to the sect, or more precisely, to Yuchi Peak, including what Mr. Ning has learned in his life, and as far as Mo Ranyi knows, they have been handed over to the sect long ago...

His old man was right. Anything left to her would be a disaster rather than a blessing. What she had learned from him over the years was already the most precious thing to Mr. Ning. He had left the best to her. she.

In an instant, tears filled Mo Ranyi's eyes. Her body was already extremely sensitive and her tear ducts were extremely developed. This time of excitement, it was even more difficult to control herself.

"Ahem...Yi'er...go!" Mr. Ning slowly closed his eyes and waved his wrinkled hand.

Mo Ranyi covered his mouth, bit his lip, and made no sound. He kowtowed nine times to Mr. Ning respectfully and stepped back.

She stared at the closed door for a long time, her eyes blurred with tears, but her memory became clearer, and frames passed before her eyes...

A dead leaf was blown down from the treetop by the wind, and flew past her eyes in circles. Mo Ranyi turned around suddenly, her crystal tears turned into two broken bead chains, and ran away all the way. The grief on the woman's body was silent. Breathless, it is more shocking than crying loudly.

Lin Zimu, who was also infected by sadness, did not miss Mo Ranyi's extremely rude departure. The thick sadness imprinted on his eyebrows was as if someone had stabbed his heart unexpectedly with a needle. It was heart-wrenching and painful, and he could never forget it. Wanting to heal that sadness, I unconsciously raised my slender palms to follow the slender back. My fingertips moved slightly, but I could only lightly trace the outline of the back...

(End of this chapter)