Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 103 Immortals Are Made by Mortals

"Good wine! It's full of spirit and full of stamina."

Chen Mou put down the rough pottery bowl with a smile, and praised sincerely, and he took the initiative to raise his head.

Yuan Hou picked up the wine bowl and drank it down, wiped his dripping chin, and smiled quite complacently, "I want you to know that this monkey wine is very different from ordinary monkey wine. Professor, after thousands of years of improvement by the monkey tribe, what we drink is the ordinary 'monkey wine' that can promote the improvement of the first and second levels of cultivation."

Chen Mou smiled and cheered: "The more advanced monkey wine, the taste is even better?"

"That's not right, the aftertaste is endless, and it is fun to forget your worries."

Yuan Hou poured another bowl of wine to the opposite side, and said with a smile: "It's not that I don't want to give out good wine to entertain guests. With your current cultivation, you still can't drink it." Just one more gulp.

After waiting for a while, the young Taoist priest absorbed the aura in the drink before he spoke again.

"You monkey spirit monkey spirit, you should also see the difference in Luofenpo. The wind gathers energy here, and the spiritual energy is far stronger than outside. I will not go around with you. You will belong to your share of fruit, regardless of summer fruit or autumn fruit. If it's all handed over to the Qinghou Tribe to make wine, after the wine is released, you will leave two points of the profit to the Qinghou Tribe, counting their hard work, what do you think?"

Chen Mou thoughtfully tapped the stone table with his finger, and asked an irrelevant question: "In Luofenpo, except for the monster monkeys of the first rank, other second and third ranks are not allowed to enter?"

Yuan Hou said with a smile: "Do you think anyone can enter and leave the graveyard? The eight-door fire array on the top of the Tianbei is not a decoration. Even if the cultivator of Huashen breaks in, he will end up in ashes and ashes in the end. The pain of burning his body will be delayed longer That's all."

He knew that if he didn't say anything, a Taoist priest who was better than a monkey would guess some.

The Qinghou tribe was able to obtain protection through Luofenpo, thanks to him, the guardian of the mountain spirit, a deal he made with the old man Qingtong back then.

Protecting this land is also the mission of the Green Monkey Tribe.

For a long time, the Qinghou tribe was almost wiped out several times and lost many important inheritances. Otherwise, they would not have shouted and killed the young Taoist priests who appeared here and disappeared.

As for him, who fell into a deep sleep, he must be awakened by the Lord of the Jade Jade with incense.

In the dark, there are certain numbers.

"Sky Monument?"

Chen Mou looked towards the cliff to the north.

Yuan Hou turned his head and glanced at the mountain high into the sky with a complicated expression, poured himself a bowl of wine, and said sullenly: "This is the 'World of All Spirits', there are people and other races living, and there are different names for the monument. , the human race seems to be called 'Tianzhu Peak', and some spirit races call it 'Tianmen Mountain', but when it comes to Tianbei, everyone knows it is famous."

After drinking the drink in one gulp, he suddenly bared his teeth and smiled.

"If you go out to show off and say that you live on the top of the Tianbei, you will receive a grand reception from the entire world of spirits."

Yuan Hou thought he had made a very funny joke, and he couldn't help laughing.

Chen Mou couldn't hear the ridicule and malice in the monkey-faced man's words. He kept in mind that if he had the ability to go out in the future, he would not say that he lived on Tianbei Peak when he was killed. He reached for the wine jar and was caught by a furry Press the palm of your hand.

Yuan Hou gritted his teeth and shook his head: "With your current cultivation level, you can drink up to two bowls a day. Of course, if you insist on drinking the third bowl, I won't stop you, lest you say I'm stingy."

He poured himself another bowl, deliberately drinking it with gusto and heartiness.

Chen Mou listened to advice, he was the most persuasive, and he said back to the previous things, saying: "OK, in the next ten years, I will cooperate with the Qinghou tribe according to the sharing method you proposed, but I want some senior Monkey wine."

He didn't know whether it was a big loss or a small loss, anyway, he didn't have any extra to pay.

Leave room for words, ten years, no matter how much you suffer.

It was the second time to deal with the monkey-faced man. He adhered to the idea that suffering is a blessing, so he dated first.

"It's all easy to talk about. If you feel that it's too bad in the future, just tell me, we can discuss another way."

Yuan Hou said it nonchalantly.

He can fight for some benefits for the tribe, but he is more concerned about his own future, whether he can be freed from the predicament of being a mountain spirit, or not, it still has to fall on the Lord of the Heavenly Jade Bi.

But this matter is not in a hurry, the Taoist priest's cultivation base is too weak to see.

I have waited for thousands of years, and I don't care about waiting for hundreds of years.

Do some small business with each other first, get acquainted slowly, and cultivate friendship. He also came from a low place.

After chatting for a while, Yuan Hou got up and patted his buttocks to leave, stepping on the lake.

Half a jar of monkey wine was left on the stone table.

Chen Mou was also polite, and resealed the rough pottery altar, took it back to his small courtyard, and kept it to enjoy slowly.

Seeing that it was half an hour before noon, he arrived at the top of Tianbei Peak, took out the sapphire slip that Yuan Hou had given him, and carefully examined the contents of the slip under the shadow of the stone pillar. .

The Jade Slips also recorded several small ways to drive the jade bi to the sky. For example, he could use the jade bi to imprint positions in several places in the same world, and shuttle back and forth at will, ignoring any formation protection.

There was joy in Chen Mou's eyes. As the secrets of Jade Bi increased, it could be used more and more.

Isn't this time travel in the same world?

With jade in hand, it is simply too heaven-defying.

Familiar with the use of the method, he poured Yuanli into the white light spots of the jade bi, and sure enough, in addition to the three lights and shadows in another world, the three imprints he made on the top and bottom of Tianbei Peak were also displayed.

The difference is clear and clear at a glance.

From now on, he no longer has to toss and turn back and forth, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive.

In the next moment, Chen Mou appeared in the precipice cave, his spiritual sense swept across the light and shadow, he reached out and grabbed the half jar of monkey wine in the main room of the island, and then sent it back with his backhand, it was so convenient .

From now on, he will travel the rivers and lakes in the world of all spirits. If he encounters many sieges, he can use his spiritual sense and the technique of capturing objects to catch the powerful enemies by surprise and catch them to the slope of the grave, or the top of the Tianbei peak, and the opponent will be trapped to death if he is trapped. .

Of course, the premise is that his spiritual consciousness is much higher than that of his opponent, even if his cultivation base is weaker, it doesn't matter.

Back to the peak again, continue to study body training formula.

Half an hour passed, and there was no Qi Yao fire condensed in the stone pillar array.

However, according to Chen Mou's records, within five days, there must be a ray of Qiyaohuo, and he can just try the magic of body training.

Returning to his residence in Danyangfang, Chen Mou walked out of the quiet room in the west room, and the bedroom in the main room was still dimly lit from the window.

Chen Mou covered his face with a green cloth, quietly left the courtyard, and fled to the small road to the south.

The crescent moon had already set in the west, the sky was dim, and everything was silent.

With his current level of cultivation and familiarity with the city, he is like a cloud of smoke, walking through the deserted wilderness and field ridges, reaching the edge of the misty forest with his familiarity, he buried a handle made by himself at the foot of the tree root. dagger weapon.

Only the imprint of the sacrificial breath on the magic weapon can last for a long time.

Just as he was about to shuttle back to the quiet room in the West Room, he suddenly heard a faint cry for help from a distance.

After listening for a while, Chen Mou walked to the east of the misty forest.

Under the tree a few miles away, there was a middle-aged mortal man who was weak, his hunting robe was torn by thorns, his body was bruised, and his hunting fork was thrown nearby.

Chen Mou observed for a while, then approached, and said in a low voice, "Don't move around, I'll take you out."

He remembered the panic he felt when he was trapped in the misty forest. Now that he encountered it, it was convenient to save a life with a little effort, regardless of cause and effect. He couldn't do the cold-bloodedness of some visiting monks.

"Thank you... Lord Immortal."

The middle-aged hunter was cold and hungry, dizzy and unable to get up.

Chen Mou carried the hunter, took the hunting fork in his hand, and sent it south to the stream three miles away. He left a small bag of dry food for the hunter, and after a few words of advice, he went north amidst the hunter's gratitude.

From now to now, immortals are made by mortals.

Just because ordinary people refuse to cultivate.

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(End of this chapter)