Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 40 On Cause and Effect, Good Placement

After the assessment officially started, it was Mo Fu's turn less than half an hour later, and he was a little nervous.

The monks who had completed the previous assessment took other exits, and news of true and false was flying in the sky.

Some say it is extremely difficult, some say it is easy, and I don't know who to listen to?
He followed the name of the monk and walked into the room where Ling Zhifu was examined in the foreign affairs workshop. Mo Fu bowed his hands to the three male and female monks who were sitting in the same style.

The young man on the left said: "Put the palm of your left hand lightly in the middle of the measuring instrument."

Mo Fu did as he said, and the circles of light on the magic disc flashed continuously, stopping for a moment.

"The bone age is qualified, and the spiritual root is qualified. Please cast a three-foot range of 'spiritual rain', and at the same time cast 'spiritual plant sympathy' on the ground, start."

The young man's emotionless voice seemed very monotonous.

Mo Fu said inwardly, "It's so difficult". Fortunately, he spent Lingshi last year to learn the relatively rare spirit plant sympathy technique from Lun Daotang, just to increase the yield of spirit plant crops, otherwise he would be dumbfounded.

Casting two spells at the same time was quite a challenge for him. Who would have nothing to do to cast spells like this?
Not to mention the waste of mana, the accuracy will be greatly reduced, it is pure nonsense and wickedness to make things difficult for others.

Mo Fu managed to control two spells at the same time, and cast spells in the room for a while. If he failed, he hurried to the next scene. If there is no master here, he has his own place, so he won't hang himself on the tree of Danyangzong .

The assessment of the other four sects, maybe the questions are normal?
"Qualified, go down to register, get the badge, and gather in the lobby of the foreign affairs workshop three days later, and go to the Zongmen."

The middle-aged man sitting in the middle smiled and said in a harmonious voice.

Mo Fu was overjoyed, and hurriedly bowed his hands to salute. When he went out, a clerk led him through the registration process, received a temporary badge, and was warned that he had passed the Danyang Sect's casual practice assessment, and he was not allowed to go to other sect shops to participate in the assessment and occupy the quota. , the five sects will not keep it.

Walking out of the side door, Mo Fu suddenly felt that the sky was high and the clouds were wide, his vision suddenly opened up, and the whole world was brightened up.

Walking on the street where people come and go, Mo Fu has a vague feeling of being superior to others, overlooking the busyness of all beings.

He secretly shook his head amused, and Brother Mou's occasional catchphrase, "Floating away", seems to be a reflection of his excitement at this time.

Stability is not enough, and more training is needed.

Finding Chen Mou who was wandering around, he said calmly, "Go, go drink!"

The dark feeling in my heart can't be hidden in front of my friends. It shows from the corners of my mouth and from the tip of my eyebrows, and then my eyebrows dance with joy, revealing my true nature.

"Hey, good, you hit it!"

Chen Mou came with a classic exaggerated line.

The two bad friends laughed as if no one was around, hooked their shoulders together, pushed each other away with disgust, and walked towards the tavern with a smile.

"Tao" is in the wine, in the wanton madness of closing the door.

Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.

Mo Fu still had a stomach full of grievances that no one knew about, so he babbled nonsense on the strength of his drunkenness when he was about to leave.

There is no shady secret, drunk in his heart, what he said is that he was squeezed out, unsatisfactory, brooding, even trivial things, and he has to vomit after holding it in for a long time.

When the sun was setting, the two returned south reeking of alcohol.

"Brother Mo, the books that you can't take away from home, the warehouse full of spirits, the spirit stones that have nowhere to put them, antiques, etc., even if you give them to me, no matter how much I will not shirk, except for the two maids, they can't bear it, enjoy it. I can’t miss that Yanfu.”

"You brat is drunk and thinks well. Except for the maidservant, I will take all of them away without leaving a single thread behind."

"Some sages said 'money is like dung', and some people said 'friendship is worth a thousand pieces of gold', well, a thousand pieces of gold is money, so the friendship between us is not as good as 'dunge', sad, hopeless."

Chen Mou shook his head, he also drank a lot today, so he made a fuss about it.

Mo Fu laughed so hard that he almost fell down.

"You boy... wait for the sages to lift the lid of the coffin, and ask you for an argument."

It is enough to have a bad friend who does not involve interests in life.

No matter what kind of "dung" or "thousand gold", if you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and you will worry about it tomorrow.

In the evening, Chen Mou sat in the main room with the light on, flipping through the books brought from Mo's house. He could read the books without "borrowing", and he read them with great interest.

There was a figure constantly walking back and forth from the bedroom to the main room, and the freshly scented wind made the oil lamp flutter.

No matter how Yan Ruyu is in the book, I can't bear to read it now.

Chen Mou put down the book in his hand, smiled and waved, Ying'er, who was wearing a thin silk skirt, sat obediently on the young master's lap, snuggling up with half-closed eyes, like a kitten seeking comfort.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

With Wen Xiang in her arms, her hands were not idle.

"No...it's fine."

Ying'er's voice was also like a cat's, with a hint of trembling.

"Did you go to Mo Mansion earlier and listened to Dao'er and Sui'er crying with you?"

"It's them... their lives are bitter, and they have no one to blame."

Ying'er raised her head and said hesitantly, "Master, why don't you take them in, they can work, they don't eat much, and they say they don't compete for favor..."

Speaking of the latter, she was as thin as a mosquito under the young master's gaze, and she retracted her head.

All the courage I had was gone.

"Don't worry, Brother Mo said that he will arrange them properly, and will not sell them, let alone give them to the old village head. There are mortal villages and several towns in the north of Fangshi, and Mo Fu will go to Foreign Affairs Square to deliver them tomorrow." For some expenses, I will give them good citizenship, tear up the deed of sale, buy a yard alone, and buy a few maidservants to wait on them, negotiate with the mayor, and leave them money to live comfortably for a lifetime. For details, he will tomorrow I have to go to the town to find out, monks are not allowed to come in and out of that place casually."

Mr. Chen said slowly.

After drinking in the afternoon, he and Master Mo talked about cause and effect.

Mr. Mo only confessed to him, but doing good deeds cost a lot of money. The foreign affairs workshop needs ten spirit stones for naturalization, and the town has to do some sorting.

Therefore, most casual cultivators dispose of unwanted maids, either giving them away or selling them to Yalou, and they are too lazy to waste money and trouble.

He felt that it was inhuman for a beautiful woman to sit in his arms without messing around. For a decent gentleman like him, now he had nowhere to put his hands and mess around, wherever he felt comfortable.

"Master Mo is really a kind person, that's great."

"Is your son not good?"

"It's not... the slave girl said something wrong, please punish me lightly."

As if seeing Ying'er whom he hoped for in the future, his winking eyes were like silk, and his delicate body was gently arched like a cat.

"Little fairy, I want to punish you severely!"

Mr. Chen blew out the oil lamp with a pop.

Throw away the gentleness, and start the shameless humane cultivation again.

Intoxicated, I almost lost my way.

In the next two days, Mr. Chen and Ying'er, a pair of master and servant, ran up the mountain countless times.

The small utensils and small items that Mo's house didn't want, the two of them piled up the corners of the main room like ants moving, and almost accidentally moved the warehouse of Mo's house by mistake.

Mo Fu spent time and energy to arrange Dao'er and Sui'er properly, Lingdao was sold, and the lease of Lingtian in the yard was withdrawn. He was so busy that his buttocks smoked, and finally he had nothing to do later, and he went to the Chen Mansion to drink wine , lamented that the family went to the empty building, deserted, and almost got drunk again.

On the morning of the third day, Chen Mou sent all the way to the street, sending away his only friend in Fangshi.

"Take care of yourself!"

"I'll come back to see you when I have time."

"No, you'd better let the sect harm others at ease, don't keep thinking about coming back to show off."

"Hahaha."

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　Thanks to "Qin Ze, my daughter-in-law, Mushi" for their support!
　　
　
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