A Tibetan reincarnation

Chapter 848: Floating Spirit Villa!hello sir
Huangliang Star, Nanke Continent.

At this time, Su Mo had already left the Zixu Valley.However, his consciousness did not recover.He still couldn't see through everything around him.

However, this must be a lotus game.

Su Mo walked forward slowly, not facing the wind.

Because, he understands that in such a deliberately created world, many of his spells will become meaningless.When monks reach the Venerable Realm, they can recreate the world.

What's more, it was a Lianshi who set up this game.

Therefore, Su Mo understands that although the world in front of him is called Huang Liang, as long as the person who arranges it has a thought, it can turn the virtual into reality.

True or false, there is no limit here.

Where the false is true, the true is also false, and where the true is false, the false is also true.All of that is in the mind of the organizer.Therefore, Su Mo can only deal with various situations that may arise at any time only by keeping his heart unchanged.

After leaving Zixu Valley, there is still a big mountain ahead.

Fortunately, there is a road on the mountain, and Su Mo walked along the mountain road all the way.His consciousness can spread out three miles.For the current Su Mo, this distance can only be regarded as better than nothing.

Within three miles, there were hardly any special discoveries.

A mountain is a real mountain; a tree is a real tree.They don't see any abnormality.

The scenery here is real.

Su Mo moved forward all the way, but he didn't have any clear purpose.However, he knows that now he is in someone else's cage, if he doesn't look for trouble, things will find him.

After turning over the mountain, everything in front of me suddenly became clear.

At the foot of the mountain, a big river meanders from west to east.On both sides of the river, there are dense forests.The ancient trees are towering, and the greenery is boundless.

Su Mo narrowed his eyes.

Indistinctly, there seems to be a large building complex in the upper reaches of the river.

"Hehe!" Su Mo looked at the building complex, and couldn't help but strike lightly.He had a hunch that his second test might be around the corner.

Along the mountain road, Su Mo went down the mountain, and then followed the big river, heading straight upstream.

When Su Mo was halfway up the mountain, it was still sunny.

However, when he reached the foot of the mountain, the sky changed.Although the sky was basically still clear, a cloud came and it began to rain suddenly.

The rain was neither heavy nor small, but it was in a hurry.

Half day is bright, half day is cloudy and rainy.

The sky is a yin and yang fish, which looks very interesting.

However, with that kind of rain, Su Mo didn't need to move at all.All the raindrops dispersed automatically three feet in front of Su Mo.At the same time, Su Mo slapped the storage bag, causing the little white pig to jump out.

"Hmph!" The little white pig was very happy when he saw that it was raining.The silver wings spread out and flew out directly.This rain is just right for it to play.

"Be careful, don't go too far!" Su Mo instructed.He released the little white pig not just to let it play, but because that guy was born with a strong spiritual sense.

In such a special place, the little white pig may help.

"Hmph!" The little white pig hummed, and flew three miles away in a blink of an eye.It didn't hear Su Mo's instructions at all, or it heard it and threw it out of the sky.

Su Mo smiled wryly and ignored it.He believed that the guy was absolutely fine.

He moved on.

And at this moment, two figures came from a fork in the road on a hillside.It was a middle-aged scribe with an eleven or twelve-year-old boy.

Su Mo couldn't help but froze.

Those two people were not characters he had imagined, but existed in this world.

The middle-aged scribe was dressed in Tsing Yi, with a thin body and a slightly tired face.However, its eyes are clear and extremely divine.And that young man with red lips and white teeth is very beautiful, just like a fairy boy.

Two people, just came down from the mountain.

Su Mo hadn't noticed them before.

The middle-aged scribe was wearing a pair of straw sandals on his feet, leaning on a stick in one hand, letting the torrential rain fall on him.His Tsing Yi was already half wet.

However, he looked calm and unaware.

And that boy was wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat.Only when he looked up, others could see his face.

"Sir, you are almost drenched!" said the boy.

"It doesn't matter!" The middle-aged scribe smiled, "The rain is just in time, just to wash away the filth. This is the essence of heaven and earth."

"Sir, you are a great cultivator, why do you have a foul smell?" the boy asked.

"Hehe! Who said that great monks have no filth?" The middle-aged monk said with a smile, "Cultivation is something that goes against the sky. In fact, the more you practice, the more filthy you are. Therefore, we have to get rid of it from time to time. Distracting thoughts. Sometimes, it is some mortals who are refreshed."

"Oh?" The young man raised his head and frowned, "Then, wouldn't it be that newborn babies are the cleanest?"

"Ha! That's right!" The middle-aged scribe nodded, "That's the purest heart!"

"Sir, then we are not as good as ordinary people, why do we still practice?" the young man asked.

"Because we have to do things that ordinary people can't do!" The middle-aged scribe restrained his smile and sighed slightly, "We need power, the power to change everything! Don't we?"

"En!" The boy seemed to understand, but he nodded firmly.

Their relationship is like master and servant, but not like master and servant.

However, the relationship between the two must be extremely close.

Su Mo nodded slightly as he listened to their conversation.Because what the middle-aged scribe said was actually very reasonable.However, Su Mo couldn't see the cultivation of that middle-aged scribe.

At this time, the middle-aged scribe and the young man also saw Su Mo.

"Hello, sir!" Su Mo took two steps forward, then bowed to the middle-aged scribe.

"Oh?" The middle-aged scribe was also taken aback, as if he didn't expect to meet other people here, but he immediately replied with a smile, "Hello, young master!"

"Excuse me, sir, there is a manor in front. What is that place?" Su Mo asked.

"There is indeed a manor in front, named Fuling Villa!" The middle-aged scribe looked at the upper reaches of the river, "Young master, where are you going?"

"En!" Su Mo nodded, "To tell you the truth, sir, I'm a casual cultivator, and I got lost here. I want to go to that mountain villa, ask for directions, and learn more about the customs and customs of our place!"

"Hehe! That's great!" The middle-aged scribe nodded and said, "Our master and servant also happened to go to that villa, and we happened to be on the same road!"

"Okay! That's Mr. Lao!" Su Mo cupped his hands again.At the same time, he also nodded to the boy.Unfortunately, the boy seemed a little shy. He glanced at Su Mo, lowered his head, and hid behind the middle-aged scribe.

Su Mo didn't mind either.

So, the three of them went straight to the villa.

"Sir, are you from that villa?" Su Mo asked before leaving.

"That's right!" The middle-aged scribe nodded and said, "I am the gentleman from that villa, and the one behind me is my son. We have just returned from traveling abroad!"

When Su Mo heard this, he was taken aback again.

(End of this chapter)