Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 105: The Real Pattern of Glass Appearance

Mr. Chen woke up faintly, it was already two moons in the sky, and the coolness of the moonlight sprinkled on his body. Immediately afterwards, he felt pain everywhere in his body. Feeling cracking and tearing pain.

Fortunately, the jade bi was waiting in the heart of the coke-like right hand.

Reluctantly mobilized the Yuan force, which is not one in ten, to touch the ancient jade, and the next moment, he sat cross-legged on the stone bench in the pavilion on the small island.

I couldn't help "humming" from my nostrils, it was blocked, and the sound was extremely subtle.

Yuan Hou suddenly appeared in the pavilion, looking up and down at the scorched human-shaped object, he finally let go of his holding heart, hehe let out a gloating laugh: "I haven't eaten barbecue for many years, but your meat is burnt, It's disgusting to look at."

He was in the mood to joke again.

Mr. Chen, the coke puppet, let out a protesting sound of "Hang Chi" from his nostrils.

Yuan Hou laughed, and stopped teasing the half-cooked Lord of the Jade Bi, who wanted to speak hard. When he waved his hands, the two of them disappeared in a blue mist.

At the beginning, he magnified and promised Chen Mou that as long as he survived, he would be fine when he returned to Luofenpo. He didn't just say that there was another mystery under the island, which was arranged by the old man Qingtong himself.

As a grave watcher, he has the duty of care.

In the courtyard of Fangshi, Xu'er had been playing recklessly and heartily for three days, and she was just short of going to the house to Jiewa.

The young master can't retreat, and she didn't teach her new characters. She definitely wouldn't take the initiative to write ink characters for her schoolwork to make herself tired. While having fun, she started to worry that something will happen to the young master.

Under the worried eyes of sister Ying'er, Xu'er knocked on the door of the quiet room.

"Young master, are you alright?"

Even though she didn't like reading anymore, she was forced by the young master to read a few classics on cultivation.

Knowing that monks are in seclusion, they cannot tolerate outside disturbance.

However, the young master has not gone out for three days and three nights, and he has not eaten, so he is not hungry?

A cultivator who has completed the Qi Refining Realm may be able to starve for ten days and a half months. What she is really worried about is whether the young master will become obsessed with cultivation and will not be able to move. Need her, a loyal maid, to be a hero to save the young master?

"nothing!"

A hoarse voice came from the room.

Breaking through all kinds of messy imaginations of Xu'er, he asked again: "Master, do you need to prepare meals and water for you? Put them in the forging room next door, and you can get them yourself?"

"Dry food, clean water."

The simple low voice reveals a very different impatience from usual.

Xu'er didn't dare to ask any more questions, she would be annoyed by the young master, and the board was knocked down, and it was her, a young maid, who hurt her.

The other two talkative messengers would not take the initiative to share the board for her, at most they would help her blow two breaths of cool air into the red palms when she was crying.

Quickly went down the steps of the eaves, pricked up their ears towards the yard and listened for a while, but couldn't hear clearly, Sister Ying'er and Sister Han'er, who were confused, laughed in a low voice: "My lord is fine, let's prepare some dry food and water, wait I will take it to the forge."

Ying'er patted her chest and let out a sigh of relief, her smile blooming like a spring flower.

Trembling, the scenery is unique.

Xu'er subconsciously glanced at her own flat and straight body. Just now, she felt happy because the young master didn't care about her schoolwork, but immediately fell down. She was a little depressed.

The son once said, "When God closes a door to you, it will open a window for you."

Too bad, shut her two doors.

In the dark and quiet room, Mr. Chen was wearing a loose robe with nothing underneath. He was bald from head to toe, without a single hair, his eyebrows and hair were burnt clean, and his skin was as fair and tender as a baby's.

He set himself on fire, suffered heavy injuries and almost died, was thrown into a cool and dark pool by a monkey-faced man with rough movements, and soaked in the sticky snot-like liquid for three days.

Until today he was fully alive.

The benefits must have been obtained, according to Yuan Hou's grinning mouth as he read the joke, "It's still three or two points away from being reborn and cleansing the essence. I got a veritable little boy, and I made a lot of money."

Touching his shiny new bald head, Chen Mou decided to stay in seclusion for a while longer.

At least he should tan himself a little bit in the sun, which is tenderer than Ying'er's skin, what does that sound like?

In addition, the skin is covered with flames, leaving traces of overlapping mysterious flame patterns, which are unsightly.

Yuan Hou said that "the body is forged by Qiyao fire, and the real pattern appears in the glass", and the fire pattern will gradually converge.

Stretching out his hand, he took a short mortal blade from the corner of the wall, and tried to slash the back of his left hand that had been tempered twice.

The sharp blade left a white mark on the skin without any damage. He shook the sleeve of his left hand to the elbow, and Chen Mou slashed hard on his arm with the short blade.

Very good, he doesn't need Yuanli to protect his body, and he can resist the damage of ordinary weapons.

Don't want to try it with the magic weapon for now, he has a shadow on any pain now.

His throat was severely injured, and it would take several days to fully recover, so he didn't want to say much.

In the blink of an eye, he came to the small island pavilion.

The moonlight was bright and the lake breeze was cool. Yuan Hou sat alone in his old place in the northeast, enjoying the fruity monkey wine. Seeing an uninvited guest grab a jar and pour a bowl of wine, he didn't show any courtesy to him, and drank it by himself. up.

"You're in good spirits. If you don't take good care of your injuries, you'll have the strength to run around."

Yuan Hou stared at the glaringly white bald head, his eyebrows were burned off, it was so funny, he couldn't help laughing.

He really wanted to take a picture of the embarrassment of the Lord of the Heavenly Jade Bi, and worried that this ruthless person who dared to set himself on fire would settle accounts with him in the future, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Try your body three more times, and you can build your foundation."

Once every four months, three times exactly takes a year.

Chen Mou calculated silently, sighed from the bottom of his heart, felt guilty, and quickly drank a sip of wine to suppress his shock.

But when he thought of Taoist Qingtong's [-]-foot golden body and majestic appearance, trampling down the ancestral land of another family's mountain gate with one foot, like stepping on an ant's nest, he felt very arrogant again, and his heart was full of dark longing.

He may not bully others, but when he is bullied, Laozi gives him a kick.

For those with big feet, I asked if I was afraid.

Think about it, it's also very touching.

"Yuan Hou, why don't your monkeys and grandchildren plant spiritual rice crops on the slope of the grave? Isn't there still a lot of open space?"

There are so many monkey brothers who idle around in the sun to catch lice every day, and they don't see how to take care of the spiritual fruit trees and how much they harvest. They seem to be watching the sky reward them for food.

Chen Mou deliberately started a topic.

Yuan Hou pouted and sneered: "You kid got drunk after just two sips. Do you think you can farm fields if you are a demon? You have to know the spiritual planting technique and can cast spells to irrigate, and you have to be able to kill pests. You can't even sleep comfortably. In short It's so troublesome, it's better to plant a few spiritual fruit trees to save worry and trouble, once and for all, and you will get a harvest every year."

Chen Mou nodded slightly, how could he not have thought of this question.

In the final analysis, it is still lazy words that cause trouble and do not think about making progress.

It is the accumulation of unremitting efforts from generation to generation that human beings can rise from the myriad spirits in a weak body to occupy an important place today.

There are internal conflicts everywhere, but it is an indisputable fact that the human race as a whole is advancing far faster than the monster race.

"Maybe in the future I can provide the green monkey tribe with spiritual crop seeds that don't need too many spiritual planting techniques to take care of. Just reclaim the fields, sow one grain of millet in spring, and harvest ten thousand seeds in autumn."

Through this time, Yuan Hou brought him back from a dying state of serious injuries.

Chen Mou has already believed in the sincerity of the monkey-faced man, even though this fellow has a bad temper sometimes and likes to taunt him mercilessly.

He wanted to use the means of transactions to share benefits and tie the two of them together.

Otherwise, why is he wasting his saliva saying that there is something and nothing?
Really when he was drunk talking nonsense.

Yuan Hou stared closely at the bald Taoist priest who was drinking as if nothing had happened. If someone else said such big words, he would treat them as fart and ignore them, or he would give him a big mouth and knock out the white teeth that were full of nonsense.

But he didn't think it was a lie when the miraculous Lord of the Jade Bibi pierced the sky said it.

It has nothing to do with cultivation, it is a valuable experience he has gained from being fooled a lot.

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(End of this chapter)