Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 83 A Different Harvest
Chen Mou waited left and right in the residence. It was past noon, and he waited for a message from senior brother Cui, saying that he had suffered some minor injuries and needed to be raised for six or seven days. Ask Jianfeng to clean it, someone will bring it in a few days.

Smiling and shaking his head, the communication talisman in Chen Mou's hand turned into ashes, and he did not reply to his senior brother.

It is enough to return to Fangshi safely after learning that the senior brother has fought against the Jindan expert.

"Ying'er, let's serve dinner, don't wait."

"okay."

The three maidservants were taken aback by the previous battle. Strange things happened frequently in the past two days, and they were quite worried.

After lunch, Chen Mou drank tea in the main room, leaving Ying'er to chat for a while before returning to the west room.

After entering the alien cave, it took some time to clean the blood on the ground. With a wave of hands, several strands of fire fell to the ground, turned into thin flames and spread out, drying the wet ground to eliminate the bloody smell of the cave.

Without staying longer, he returned to the west room to light the fire, and used the blacksmith to dispel the distractions in his mind.

His forging skills have reached a bottleneck. He lacks good magic weapon materials to practice his hands, and no one gives advice.

The beating sound of "Dang Dang Dang" rang almost all afternoon.

As the sun was sinking to the west, he walked out of the courtyard gate, passing the sealed Desolate Mo Mansion westward.

Zong jumped up and glanced at the blackened and messy house in the air, and saw the half-person-high peach tree near the kitchen on the east side of the courtyard. It was scorched by the fire last night, and its leaves were scorched and fell to the ground.

The once bustling courtyard is now deserted, with no more smoke from the kitchen and no sound, he feels very uncomfortable in his heart.

"Intrigue, fly and dog, what kind of fairy is cultivated."

Chen Mou fell to the ground, shaking his head and sighing.

The cultivator in his mind should be an outsider who eats rosy clouds and drinks dew, and doesn't care about ordinary things.

Who would have thought that what he had seen and heard in the past few years was mostly the city's hostility that had only scratched the surface and bullied others, and a worldly ignorant fool with shallower eye sockets, and it was not much better?
He feels that "Tao" can be divided into big and small, but it shouldn't be so superficial.

When I came to Fangshi on the top of the mountain, I heard the monks complaining on the street, and learned that the monks of the Danyang Sect almost searched the entire Fangshi today.

Some people whispered that this morning, an outer disciple of the Danyang Sect named Fu Yin was assassinated in his residence, and he was killed along with two maidservants, which caused the anger of the Danyang Sect.

Chen Mou sneered in his heart, the outer disciple of Danyang Sect named Fu Yin was the villain who betrayed Mo Fu.

What a murderous scene, and by the way, it can also create a well-known search excuse, not a bit of waste, calculated to the point of crushing the bone and extracting the marrow.

His perception of the influence of the Marquis of Danyang Zonghou's family is so poor that it cannot be further improved.

Hypocrisy, arrogance, greed, all from top to bottom.

Whatever you sow, you will get what you want, and one day, you will suffer the backlash of invisible luck that cannot be suppressed.

After walking around, Chen Mou bought some grain, meat, beans and other items to go home.

For the next few days, he didn't go out again. He read books and practiced iron and sword every day. One day he meditated in a cave in another world. .

It also pushed his cultivation base to the point where it was not as good as refining Qi.

The depression and dust accumulated in my heart were swept away.

He regained his previous calmness and gentleness, looked down on the world, watched with cold eyes, and improved his state of mind unconsciously.

On the afternoon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chen Mou came to the Lun Dao Hall to practice swords at Jianping Mountain. He saw the senior brother who looked at people with his nostrils and was walking as usual. According to the talisman, he suffered some minor injuries.

They are all people who want face, it is impossible for him to expose the scars and ask too detailed.

The two walked into the sword training room side by side, Cui Xiao threw out a dark blue bag, and said with a smile: "It's still your bag, the color has been changed a little, and the materials, talismans, elixir, magic tools, etc. inside are all at the market price. It was converted into a spirit stone for you, but there is only one thing that has not moved, only the breath on it has been cleaned, you can see for yourself."

"Thank you, brother, for your consideration."

Chen Mou caught the brand new storage bag with a smile on his face. Senior Brother Cui hid a delicate thought under his arrogance. question.

He is very curious, what kind of rare treasure has not been sold for cash?

It is worth Senior Brother Cui to specifically ask him to talk to him.

The method of using the storage bag is not difficult. He has already learned it from the classics, and it was useless before.

He quickly left his imprint on the storage bag with his spiritual sense and Yuan power. His spiritual sense penetrated into the bag, and there was a dim five-foot space with a pile of shining middle-grade spirit stones underneath. However, there are more than 300 pieces, and I noticed an ordinary white porcelain bottle standing alone in the corner.

His heart moved, and he roughly guessed what kind of treasure it was.

Attached to the porcelain bottle with spiritual consciousness, and in the next moment, took the porcelain bottle out of the storage bag and took it into his hand.

Can't wait to take off the cork, and pour out a bright red elixir from the bottle.

"Zhu Jidan!"

Chen Mou blurted out in a low voice.

In the elixir shop, he had seen the famous and world-breaking elixir displayed on the counter many times, which made all casual cultivators salivate. The prohibition placed on the counter was said to not be easily broken by foundation-builder cultivators.

He quickly put the pill back into the porcelain bottle and put the cork on it.

After thinking about it, he went back to Jinji shop to buy a magic sealing talisman and stuck it on the porcelain bottle. If even a little bit of the medicinal power was lost, he would feel distressed.

This wave has made a lot of money.

It is no wonder that the demagogic saying of "killing people and setting fire to gold belts" is circulating in the city.

The benefits of slaughtering a sect disciple are too high.

Of course, most of them are used to enjoy life, and the sect's pursuit of revenge is not something ordinary casual cultivators can bear.

Seeing Junior Brother Chen's expression turn from joy to calmness, but in just a short moment, Cui Xiao smiled. This is the genius Junior Brother he recognized. Facing the rare treasure he needs to pass the test, his eyes are clear, and he said: "Practice, Strive to be able to use the breakthrough pill as soon as possible, of course it is best not to use the pill and rely on yourself to break through."

The Foundation Establishment Pill sold in Fangshi is priced at two thousand spirit stones.

However, the elixir shop sells the foundation-building elixir in an auction in which the highest bidder wins, which creates a situation where one elixir is hard to come by. Under, invisibly falling into and leaving imperceptible obsessions.

Even if you spend five thousand spirit stones to buy pills, there are very few people who can successfully break through and build a foundation.

The gap between him and the disciples of the sect has widened invisibly in every aspect.

Chen Mou put the storage bag in his arms, and sent his brother out with both hands. With his hands empty, he circled back and forth in the room to practice the sword frame. Any practice can promote the growth of cultivation base, as long as you put your heart into it.

After class, Chen Mou went to Jinji shop.

For the next half month, he seldom went out and practiced hard at home.

At the end of the month, in the stone pillar array on the top of the cliff peak in another world, a ray of Qiyao fire finally condensed.

Chen Mou, who was always ready, decisively stretched out his right hand to catch a little embers of fire, and tempered his right hand with the energy of Qiyao fire. When he couldn't bear the pain later, he used the ancient jade jade to absorb the excess energy.

Some inhuman pain, some different gains.

In the pain, he unknowingly advanced to the Qi Refining Realm and was getting closer to Foundation Establishment.

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