Baishixian Road

Chapter 208 Xu Mo's Travel Plan

The night in Qucun is an ordinary night.

Just like the ordinary mountains, ordinary water, and ordinary people here.

But obviously, this place is also extraordinary, because Xu Mo knows that this place will be his new starting point.

Under the night, the sound of insects was quiet and long, and Xu Mo lay on the bed thinking.

On the roof outside, a rooster is sleeping, and on the ground in front of the door, rhubarb and Erhuang are lying on their stomachs.

"When I was in Zao Mountain, I had killed the sword demon four times. This is a doomed fact and cannot be changed; similarly, just like the strange toxins in my body, or "Ghost Talk" and the image of the corpse ancestor, It already exists, and it is before the new time anchor point. It is impossible to eliminate it, so accept it. In this way, there are at least three strange things on my body."

Xu Mo decided for himself.

Maybe there was an omission.

Because he only counted the big ones, such as some small ones, such as wandering gods, such as strange flames and strange fires, etc., Xu Mo did not count them.

It is also because these may have very little impact on him at present, or in the future.

At least, there is no weird manipulation on the shore behind it.

"The real key is to slay demons four times and "Ghost Whispers."

Xu Mo drew the key point.

"We can no longer encounter demons three times. Although the fifth slaying of demons has greatly improved the way of swordsmanship, it will also greatly shorten the distance with the sword king and immortal. The opponent will definitely pay attention to it. If there are only four slashes Demons will receive much less attention, and can even be ignored for the time being."

Xu Mo had analyzed this matter by himself, and he also had a perception.

Wasn't it because he had beheaded the sword demon five times last time that he was targeted by the Sword Lord Daxian, and finally attracted this guy to attack.

So you can no longer rely on the sword to slay demons and improve your swordsmanship.

Xu Mo had to find another way, or he had to learn the way of swordsmanship by himself.

In addition, Xu Mo felt that "Ghost Talk" was more troublesome. Compared with the danger of killing demons four times, the threat to him from Ghost Talk should be more direct.

"Ghost language is a kind of consciousness, a memory, and a spiritual thing. If you want to restrain it, you need to find another similar weirdness. Moreover, the attributes are incompatible... It's difficult!"

Although I have found a way, when I really want to do it, I will find that it is very difficult to take this first step.

Xu Mo thought about it all night, and finally decided that he could only find it slowly.

Moreover, the process should be low-key.

This meant that he had to leave Qu Village and wander around.

In addition, this time Xu Mo also has a long-term plan. He wants to see how long a cycle will last if he does not die.

Is it possible to live this life?
It was an interesting idea, both a special experience and a very important experiment.

Whether it is considered from a spiritual level or a practical sense, it is necessary.

Interestingly, Xu Mo actually had an inexplicable expectation for this.

This is like a game with a variety of gameplays. You can choose to fight monsters and upgrade, choose to fight for hegemony, and choose to fight with swords.

Of course, you can also choose an ordinary life, work at sunrise and rest at sunrise, simple and ordinary.

Looking at this weird world from different angles and identities, perhaps, there will be different gains.

"Ok, deal!"

Xu Mo has already started to plan and plan for this matter. Of course, before that, the crisis in Qu Village must be resolved, and this matter can be said to be an easy task for Xu Mo.

Know the time, know the location, know who the enemy is, and how strong it is.

There is mental calculation but no intention, and there is no preparation for fighting.

It's hard to lose.

After breakfast, Xu Mo told Dr. Qu that he was out of the village for a stroll.

Outside, chickens, ducks, and local dogs followed Xu Mo, like a long line, stretching for tens of meters.

"Go back, let's go!"

Xu Mo turned around and scolded, and immediately the chickens, ducks, and dogs scattered like birds and beasts.

These little guys, Xu Mo was idle and bored, so he inspired them.

Now they are all better than monkeys.

It may be more difficult to kill them for meat than before.

Today's weather is the same as my girlfriend's temper, it can change as soon as it is said,

The rain was dripping, and Xu Mo was waiting at the entrance of the village. After a while, three figures came from a distance.

It doesn't look much different from ordinary people on the outside, but if you carefully perceive the breath, you can notice that these three guys seem to have no breath.

Of course, if there is no breath, it is a dead person.

They are evil spirits, and their aura is different from ordinary people, either hidden or long-lasting.

When passing by Xu Mo, he took a look.

Ready to enter the village.

Xu Mo smiled and said, "Guys, let me wait!"

After finishing speaking, the sword rises, the cold light is like snow, and the sharpness is like awn!
It was also like a crack in the dark clouds in the sky, and the rays of light poured down, but disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The three demon cultivators are all dead.

Didn't even have time to say a word.

Xu Mo knew that his victory was not martial, it was a sneak attack, and it was a conspiracy.

But so what?

It doesn't matter if you win, and Xu Mo uses a sword now, the swordsman, the way of killing, only looks at the result, not the process.

Stretch out a hand, and the strange flames will burn the corpse and wipe out all traces.

In fact, the three demons were refined into demon pills.

Xu Mo put it away, thinking that it might come in handy in the future.

No matter how bad it is, take it back and feed it to Rhubarb and Xiaohuang, and they will definitely improve to a higher level.

"What? Mr. Xu, are you leaving?" After returning to the village, Xu Mo bid farewell to Dr. Qu's family.

"Yes, I've been bothering you for the past few days. Xu Mo will always remember Doctor Qu's kindness."

"But, the poison on your body..."

"It's not a problem. Didn't Dr. Qu give me a way to adjust the balance, and now I have nothing to do with it."

"Hey, after all, the roots have not been eradicated, and there are still hidden dangers."

"If you feel unwell in the future, come to Dr. Qu again for treatment!"

"OK then."

Doctor Xiaoqu pulled Xu Mo and said, will you come back in the future?
Xu Mo said back, and said, when the time comes, you, Dr. Xiaoqu, will probably be able to take charge of it all on your own.

Doctor Xiaoqu who said this was elated.

The Qu family's daughter-in-law also prepared some dry food for Xu Mo on the road, Xu Mo did not refuse, and brought them all.

"Little friend, I'm leaving!" Xu Mo stroked the head of the little kid playing with mud, and handed the windmill he had already made to the other side, the little guy giggled happily.

Xu Mo may never forget that happy, ordinary and real scene.

After walking two miles out of the village, I happened to see the son of the Qu family, Qu Yuanzhi, who had returned from a medical visit.

"Mr. Xu, are you leaving?"

"Yes, it just so happens that there is still something to do, so I'm sorry to bother you."

"What are you talking about, it won't be a problem for you to live for a few more years."

"Haha, I'll come back when I finish my work in the future."

"That!"

"Doctor Qu, go back quickly, your family is waiting for you."

"So, I wish Mr. Xu a smooth journey."

"Thank you!"

After bowing his hands and saluting, Xu Mo walked with a smile.

Interestingly, after walking for a while, the sky cleared up.

Xu Mo looked up and shook his head: "The weather is really cloudy and uncertain. Just like life, there will always be sunny days and flowers will bloom!"

So stride forward.

While walking, he sang: There is righteousness in heaven and earth, and writing is turbid and clear with a sword.When the sword rises, ghosts and gods weep, and when the sword falls, the wicked cry.Once I wake up, I look back a thousand times, and then I feel weird and lonely.May the cause of a hundred generations be exchanged for the purity of the world.

(End of this chapter)