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Chapter 29 Please do a big event (read more)
The wind stopped and the snow stopped, and the ice hanging from the eaves hung down a foot long, uneven, and the slanting sun shone more crystal clear and radiant.

With his hands behind his back, Chen Mou was in a happy mood, admiring the white and clean snow scene.

He has mastered the ability to forge low-level magic weapons. The world is so big that he can live in other markets without worrying about survival. Of course, the first choice is to pass the assessment of Forging Bing Pavilion and become an outer disciple. He is a man with a letter of recommendation. .

Kazakhstan was imagining the future, when he was in high spirits.

Mo Fu's voice was heard from outside the courtyard door: "Brother Mou, open the door to receive the guests."

"No time, please come back, guest."

Chen Mou said with a smile, stepping on the soft and white snow surface from the steps, "creaking", "creaking", he stepped on two lines of strong footprints, he didn't use lightness, he was happy in his own home.

Opening the courtyard door, he saw Mo Fu was carrying a huge food box, so he hurriedly snatched it over.

Not long after he finished his homework, he hadn't cooked yet.

Mo Fu gave a contemptuous look with pity for the single dog, rushed into the deserted and lonely yard before closing the door, stepped on the snow without a trace, walked on the snow with his wide sleeves fluttering, and said:
"Brother knows that you are short of money now, so I can help you buy an old lady, cook for you, do laundry, take care of housework, a small thing like a spirit stone, you don't have to pay it back, and you don't need to be thankful, thank you very much."

"Brother Mo, did you come here early in the morning to make trouble for brother?"

Chen Mou almost didn't thank the guest, and kicked the five big and three rough peasants out of the yard. If it wasn't for the food box in his hand, it would look like he was speaking human words.

Mo Fu sat down on the chair in the main room, feeling more at ease than at home, "Brother Mou, make tea and serve him, what are you doing stupidly?"

No matter how busy Ling Zhifu is, it is impossible to go to the fields to work in the snow.

"Master Mo, I've neglected you, please wait a moment."

Chen Mou put down the food box, put some charcoal on the cold stove, shot a small flame at his fingertips, lit the charcoal, scooped water to rinse the copper pot, threw a handful of tea leaves in, poured most of the pot of water, and put the copper pot Sit on the stove and cook in one go.

Then I opened the food box, and there were delicious and hot Lingmi porridge, cage cakes and a few side dishes inside.

Mo Fu looked at the piece of snow on the snow outside the main room that had just been polluted by splashing water, and did not continue to criticize. Few of the men who have been single for a long time are very particular, and they gossip. opened.

Lifting the teapot and pouring a cup of tea for each of them, Mo Fu gestured to make several tools.

Sickles, hoes, shovels and all kinds of kitchen knives and hatchets, he needs them all.

Last time, the two kitchen knives that brother Mouer gave me, people who have used them all said that they have a good edge, better than the knives in the shop in Fangshi, mainly because they don’t cost money.

Chen Mou took the next loss-making business, took out a pen and paper, and wrote down the detailed requirements.

Mo Fu put down the teacup, leaned forward and whispered: "I heard that yesterday evening, a group of guys who returned from an expedition in the Tianlu Mountains had a conflict with two groups of monks visiting the workshop near the misty forest. There were heavy casualties to each other, don’t you have friend monks visiting the square, why don’t you go and see…”

"Ah bah bah, shut up, don't talk nonsense."

Chen Mou hurriedly interrupted, he suffered a lot from this guy's crow's mouth, and he has learned it.

"Hey, I'm just talking about it. I'm in a hurry. Alright, I'm home, and I'll come over to have a drink in the evening. I bought a live sheep yesterday, and I'll slaughter it in the afternoon. I'll roast the whole sheep and stew a pot of haggis. Wine, the taste is delicious and refreshing, and it also nourishes the body."

As Mo Fu said, he got up and took the empty food box and walked out, deliberately avoiding the smudged snow.

Chen Mou promised to send the guests out, looked at the sky, walked around the yard a few times, and finally locked the door and stepped on the snow to go to the direction of Fangshi. He went to the street to listen to the news.

He didn't have two friends in Fangshi, and he and Mu Xing were quite diligent in their actions. Every time something important happened, Mu Xing would remind him alone.

The shop assistants used shovels to shovel the snow in front of the door, and they worked in full swing.

The idle monks wandered around talking about various news, mostly talking about the conflict that happened in the misty forest yesterday, some people were vivid and exaggerated.

Chen Mou said a few words politely, and after hearing the news, he hurried west.

I rushed to the yard at the foot of the mountain a few miles away, and the snow outside the door was as white as new, and there was no sign of anyone entering or leaving.

Knocking on the courtyard door, I saw Tao'er's eyes were slightly red and swollen, she didn't wear makeup, she was wearing an old cotton robe with floral patterns, her face was haggard, and her round face before was a little sharp.

"Master Chen, you are here."

"Tao'er, how is Brother Mu?"

Chen Mou heard the news that Mu Xing was seriously injured, and he didn't know whether Mu Xing was in the hospital or resting at home, so he came directly to ask about the specific situation.

"Master is recuperating in the main bedroom, Mr. Chen, please sit in the main room!"

Tao'er reached out to ask, her voice hoarse.

Chen Mou glanced at the shovel and broom placed not far away, and cleared a small part of the green brick pavement in the yard. Then he looked at the woman's pale face and red hands. He walked up the steps quickly, smelling a strong smell. With the smell of medicine, he asked in a low voice to the maid named Huai Er who came out from the main room: "Is it convenient for me to go and see old brother Mu?"

From the bedroom next door came Mu Xing's out of breath greeting: "Brother Mou, come in, it's not too inconvenient."

Chen Mou walked past the maid who stepped aside, walked into the bedroom with a few steps, and saw Mu Xing leaning against the head of the bed with the support of another maid, with a cushion on his back, showing him a bitter smile.

"It's cold and snowy. It's hard for you to come to see me early in the morning. Alas, my left leg is broken below the knee. Other injuries on my body are not serious. There is no hope of building a foundation, and I can't go on the road of cultivation."

Mu Xing stretched out his hand to signal the guests to sit down, he spoke decadently.

People are floating in the market, how can they not be stabbed, he didn't expect this day to come so soon.

The salaries of monks who visit the square are good, and there is plenty of money in all kinds of light and dark.

He originally wanted to work for another three or two years, save some spirit stones, sell the yard for a potion and a chance, and try to fight for a bright future, but it didn't work out.

Chen Mou comforted: "Brother, don't think too much. There are many records in the ancient books. Without a leg or a hand, there are still many people who break through the realm and advance to the foundation building. Don't let your heart out."

"The limbs are incomplete, the meridian is cut off, and the establishment of the foundation is also taboo."

Mu Xing didn't want to talk about sad things, and his expression was gloomy.

What is recorded in the classics is a special case. If it wasn't for the one-of-a-kind qualifications, or the sect was willing to pay a high price, Jindanjing doctors were invited to perform the spell of rebirth of severed limbs.

He is a casual cultivator with poor qualifications and no sect backing. After being seriously injured, he will even lose his job.

If there are no spirit stones and no feet, what can I use to build a foundation?

He really doesn't hold out any hope, the future is bleak.

What's more, how much spiritual stones will be spent to heal the wounds of the body?

"Brother, please do something for me."

"Brother, if you have something to do, just tell me."

Chen Mou's expression straightened.

Mu Xing smiled wryly, and said: "Please help me to sell Taoer as soon as possible. She is a broom star who suppresses the master. There was Lao Fan before, and now I have me. She hindered the master for eight lifetimes of bad luck. Blame me for being soft-hearted at the beginning, taking her in, and making a wrong step."

After thinking about it, he thought of the pillow breeze blown by Huai'er's two maids.

The reason was found, but unfortunately it was too late.

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(End of this chapter)