Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 137

Returning to Danyangfang from Moon Viewing Temple, the days went on as usual, and the laughter in the yard was still there, which seemed to be a little different.

At the beginning of June, Xu'er broke through to the late stage of Qi refining in one fell swoop. She smiled happily and took the young master's arm and complained: "You don't want to take me out to see the world, and you don't want to wait for me for a month or two. You think I'm a drag."

Chen Mou turned around and told Ying'er: "Tomorrow, I will call some masons to reinforce the green bricks on the courtyard wall and make them firm."

Although Ying'er didn't know what it meant, but seeing the corner of the young master's left mouth turned up, he cleverly guessed that the young master was teasing Xu'er, so he smiled and agreed, "Okay."

"Didn't you fix it last year?"

Xu'er asked suspiciously, but she suddenly realized that she opened her small mouth and bit the Young Master's arm.

Chen Mou laughed and dodged like a shadow, and went to practice in the quiet room in the west room.

"Xu'er, you are in a terrible situation now, even the son dares to bite, tell me, what's going on?"

Han'er approached with gossip and curiosity, she couldn't turn her head around.

Xu'er was indignant: "Young master teased me that I will learn flying in a while, and I will knock down the south wall with my clumsy hands. Humph, I won't."

"Last spring, who bumped his head against the courtyard wall, there was such a big hole... Hehe..."

Han'er has no heart to reveal his old background, and Xu'er, who is so embarrassing and angry, chases him all over the yard with his teeth and claws.

The happy and ordinary days passed very quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of July, and Chen Mou had already spent twenty spirit stones to cancel the low status of maidservants for Ying'er and Han'er, re-registered in Danyangfang, and hired two gorgeous and tall carriages pulled by spirit horses , The front car is driven by a monk groom and pulls a lot of luggage, leading the way in front, and the rear car does not need a groom to follow.

Starting from Danyangfang, we followed the rugged official road and climbed mountains and ridges to the southeast.

With her crappy fencing skills, Xu'er made thrilling and exciting flights in the air, and occasionally played tricks, which caused Ying'er and Han'er who opened the curtain to cry out in surprise.

"It's about to hit a tree, fly up quickly."

"Be careful, be careful."

"It's gone."

"Xu'er, you crazy girl, hurry back to the carriage."

Mr. Chen smiled and stood by and watched. He hadn't experienced the beating, how could he see... It was really horrible. Xu'er hit a tree and fell into the stream.

Not long after he opened his consciousness, the little monk who has just learned how to fly with a sword is both good at cooking and loves to play.

She went back to the carriage to change clothes, and within a quarter of an hour of rest, Xu'er got out of the carriage laughing and laughing again, and continued her clumsy flying performance.

After more than ten days of bumping into trees, mountains, and drilling muddy ditches, streams and pools, Xu Er, who is full of resilience, finally mastered her newly learned flying with the sword in a short period of time, and was able to soar at low altitudes in an even and stable manner. With fluttering sleeves, she flies in the wind like a fairy.

On the ground more than ten miles away, there are green falls and green scorpions dotted with green trees, walking unhurriedly, occasionally talking in a low voice.

Glancing at the clean and straight figure in white robes in front of them, they were used to their master's way of swords alone.

I was a little envious of Xu'er's playfulness.

However, they were calmed down in an instant, and they had already passed the age of playing.

The heart of the sword is like water, without ripples, which is what they are currently pursuing.

The three women, who have never traveled far, enjoyed the scenery of mountains and rivers, tasted the delicacies of different places in the world, rested and stopped, no matter how long the road is, it will eventually come to an end, and arrived in Qiyue City on the tenth day of August.

Stay in the guest house in the city for two days to recuperate, and walk around the streets and alleys.

On the morning of the [-]th, Chen Mou held hands with Ying'er and sent two women with red and swollen eyes up the mountain to seek enlightenment.

He didn't go into the main hall of the old and quiet Taoist temple. Xu'er and the middle-aged woman who greeted him presided over the handover and follow-up, offering ten thousand taels of silver sesame oil money.

He thought he could endure the separation, but the discomfort, emptiness, and confusion in his heart made him just want to drink at this time.

Sitting alone on the big bluestone at the foot of the mountain, drinking strong wine as a song against sorrow.

At some point, Cui Xiao sat down beside him and silently accompanied him to drink.

The two were speechless, one drank the bits and pieces of the past, and the other drank the dust of the world like a sword.

In the next few days, Chen Mou drank a lot and rarely talked.

Xu'er didn't go back to the guest house until evening every day, and accompanied the young master to talk about some trivial matters such as Ying'er and Han'er's sisters allocated a small vegetable field in Guanyue Temple, lived in a small courtyard, and cleaned and read scriptures every day.

He also took out a note written by Ying'er and gave it to the young master.

"There are thousands of knots in the heart, and the knots become the king's thoughts."

Chen Mou stood in a daze for a long time, with a wry smile on his lips, rubbed Xu'er's head, and went to the quiet room to meditate.

……

On the sixteenth, the autumn wind blows the leaves.

In front of Xuandu Guanshan Gate.

Mo Fu, who was dressed in a coarse cloth jacket with trouser legs tied up, and with mud on his bare feet, looked at the familiar figure flying from the sky, grinning and showing a mouthful of white teeth, with a long-lost happy smile on his face.

"Brother Chen."

"Brother Mo."

Mo Fu pushed away his frizzy paws in disgust, and saluted Cui Xiao who landed a little behind, then greeted Qing Luo and Lu Yi, and finally looked at the pretty smiling Xu'er, and said in surprise: "Xu'er, you... Can you cultivate?"

He didn't ask about Ying'er and Han'er, brother Mou'er must have been settled properly.

Xu'er bowed her hands and wanted to smile a bit more reservedly, "Of course."

His brows were raised, and his heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

Looking at Mr. Mo, who was dark and looked a bit vicissitudes, she felt that what the young master said was right. Girls should stop farming. It would be too ugly to look like Mr. Mo.

Mo Fu grinned and said "Congratulations", without asking any more questions, he stretched out his hand to ask.

The party walked into the side door. At some point, Mr. Chen hooked up with Mr. Mo and leaned behind him. Cui Xiao, who had nothing in his heart, twitched his eyes, couldn't bear to see, and simply accelerated his flight.

He somewhat understood the deep meaning of "like-smelling" and "dividing people into groups".

"Brother, why did you come back to the sect? It doesn't mean that you can come back after you establish a foundation. Don't talk to me about the nonsense of 'walking a hundred miles and a half ninety'. A few days ago, Senior Gu invited me to drink once. You What is the virtue of the boy, I still don't know?"

Mo Fu struggled to break free, pushed his claws away, and kept his hands and feet under the watchful eyes of everyone, so that it would be bad for others to see.

Chen Mou laughed and said, "I don't understand the matter of practice even if I tell you."

One sentence made Ling Zhifu roll his eyes.

"I heard that you planted an extraordinary top-level spiritual rice this year. Not bad, not bad. Your hard work pays off. Congratulations. Later, you will give me a few hundred catties of rice, and a few loads of that top-quality corn. it works."

Mr. Chen's light words caused Mo Fu to crackle and beat him.

It took a long while before he stopped, Mo Fu couldn't beat his friends who were hiding around, and he laughed and scolded: "You are ordinary Lingmi, cook porridge to eat, a mouthful of hundreds of catties, a toad yawns, believe it or not Li Brother Cai and Brother Cai slapped you so hard? If you dare to touch their baby, they will fight for you."

Chen Mou smiled and put down a word.

"Brother Mo, you're having fun crossing rivers and demolishing bridges now. People are getting darker, and your heart is getting darker. I seem to remember some cheats that I forgot before. What is it? My memory is not very good, and it seems to solve the problem of saving seeds..."

"Master Chen, Uncle Chen, you are ruthless!"

Mo Fu knew that this guy didn't mean what he said, so he also spared him, and rushed to punch and kick him, all of them were hit in the air.

It's been a long time since I had such nonsense, and the unspeakable depression in my heart suddenly opened up and opened up a lot.

He has been waiting for his brother to return to the mountain and has a lot to say.

"Which one of our brothers is with whom? If you want to eat the best spiritual rice porridge, it's just a few hundred catties of spiritual rice, and my brother will steal it for you."

Mo Fuyi spoke sternly, expressing his position with a ferocious face that could stab a brother in the ribs.

The two of them talked through sound transmission all the time.

Being sneaky is not suitable for outsiders.

Xu'er also pretended not to notice that Young Master and Master Mo are both temperamental people, they haven't seen each other for many years, and some outrageous behaviors are quite normal, she flew away with Qing Luo and Lu Yi at low altitude, chattering.

She knew the son's feelings for her son's sister, although she didn't say it, she buried it deeply in her heart.

It would be best to have Mr. Mo gagging and enlightening.

There are thousands of knots in my heart.

I hope it will not affect the son's future practice.

……

(End of this chapter)