World of Cultivation

Section 1: Xiaoyun Yuyu (Part 1) ("")

"Don't forget!"

"If you die, you can't forget it!"

A strange and familiar voice is like coming from the depths of the clouds. Over and over again, the echoes are ethereal, layer by layer, and last for a long time.

Who?

Can't forget?

Can't forget anything?

He was awakened. As usual, it was soaked and the clothes were attached to the body, which was very uncomfortable. He sat up straight, the stars at the top and the dark night reminded him that time was early before dawn. A night wind blew, cool.

It is this dream!

Habitually spit out a long breath, time is still early, then sleep.

He lay down again.

"Mo Ge, remember to help me water the water. At the beginning of the month, I just ordered the agreement, and this year's harvest can count on you."

I haven’t walked to the mountain pass yet, and I’m afraid to hear someone shouting. An old man who looks like a fifty-year-old, black and thin, squatting in the field, can't really see the person standing without careful.

The old man nicknamed the old blackhead, the real name is unknown, and the oldest one among the disciples outside the sword.

Left Mo rubbed the sweat on his forehead and said: "Can't forget. Don't worry, it will be your turn tomorrow!"

He is like a bamboo raft, and his discerning disciple is hanging on his body. The opposite of the slickness when talking to him is his stiff wooden face, gloomy and gloomy.

Zuo Mo this zombie face is his signature. At the beginning, everyone was full of respect, but gradually everyone found out that in addition to this face, people are not close, the temperament character is not very good, and the exchanges are more. In the past two years, he was the best in the foreign disciples.

The old blackhead smiled and opened his mouth, and he was busy with his mouth: "Good! Mog, your hand is alive, my old blackhead has not seen anyone else use it."

Zuo Mo’s hand [Xiao Yun Yu Yu] does have a reputation. The third layer of [Xiao Yun Yu Yan] is a unique one in the foreign disciples. That is to say, with this hand, he almost took care of all the martial arts in the martial art.

[Xiaoyun Yuyu] is not a profound law, everyone will be mainly used to rain the Lingtian, that is, watering. The first layer only takes three or five days to learn. The second layer can be easily reached in one or two years. But from the third level, you need personal understanding to learn. In the disciples outside the empty sword gate, Zuo Mo alone realized success.

[Xiaoyun Yuyu] After reaching the third layer, the effect is greatly increased, which can greatly increase the output of Linggu Lingcai. Because of this, since he broke through the three products, the position in the door has changed dramatically, calling it directly from the zombie to Mog.

Left Mo waved and bid farewell to the old blackhead.

He rubbed his teeth and moved the bag on his shoulder. His shoulders were dull. The three hundred pounds of Linggu on his shoulders almost immediately broke his thin shoulders.

A thin zombie carrying a bag that was several times larger than his body and moving hard in the mountain road.

Carrying three hundred pounds of Linggu, he walked to the mountain gate. Just after crossing the mountain gate, he dropped a bag on his shoulder and threw it on the ground. The whole man was sitting on his legs and squatting.

Resting for a long while, his physical strength recovered slightly. He stood up and carefully took out a straw yellow paper crane from his arms.

The paper crane is slap-sized, and the yellow grass paper is folded into a cinnabar.

Entering the spiritual power, the paper crane sees the wind getting bigger, and the shape is slightly larger than the real crane. The bamboo is a scaffold with a layer of yellow straw paper on it, and the whole body is painted with a curved cinnabar. It's just that the work is obviously not too good, and many joints have burrs. The grade of yellow paper is very low, and the grass clippings in the paper can be seen everywhere.

Pull the bag from the ground to the back of the paper crane.