Martial arts become gods

Chapter 14 Five Yunling Grass

All morning, Feng Yang stared at Mo Xian silently.

Mo Xian has been dealing with the iron bump on his own, he is very careful, deliberately disrupted the flurry of dancing hammer, and slowed down a little.

In this way, the whole process will be more messy, but it will not appear too deliberate.

It seems that there is no routine at all, just playing at will.

Feng Yang's complexion remained unchanged, but there was a little anger in his heart, thinking that Tang Tang, a blacksmith, couldn't even deal with a teenager?

He glanced at Mo Xian with a half-smile, and then went to work on his own.

As soon as Feng Yang lowered his head, Mo Xian stopped the movement of his hands, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and soon he calmed down, saying: "Master, I want to go out!"

He knew that the status of the blacksmith was very high, and even the status of the apprentices around him was different. As long as the master agreed, the apprentices could come in and out at will, so that they could help the master with some things.

"Go, but don't make a fuss about it!" Feng Yang waved his hands impatiently. He was not afraid that Mo Xian would run away, he had already investigated, Mo Xian was new here, and finally found the place to stay in the Forging Pavilion.

……

Because Taichu Academy is about to recruit students, a large number of people have already poured in.

Some of them are about to take the test, and more are the family members and servants who accompanied them. It is rare for Xiang Mo Xian to come alone.

Walking alone on the street, looking at the smiling young faces around him, Mo Xian suddenly felt bitter.

He clenched his fists tightly, and the arrogance in his heart suddenly rose, and it took a long time for him to calm down.

He breathed a sigh of relief and continued to search for today's target. He wanted to use the heavy five hundred gold coins in his arms to speed up his cultivation.

Soon, he found a shop that sold all kinds of natural treasures.

Maybe it was because of his ordinary clothes, no one paid attention to him after he walked in, although there are not many customers in the shop now.

"Oh, these people are really powerful!"

Mo Xian shook his head helplessly, and had no choice but to say loudly: "I want to buy Yun Lingcao!"

It wasn't until he yelled for the third time that a clerk came over slowly and said in a nonchalant manner, "You said you want to buy Yunling Grass?"

"That's right!"

"Heh, do you know how much a Yunling grass costs? Do you have money? You can buy it at least?" The clerk laughed immediately, and even the other shop assistants laughed too.

Mo Xian didn't say much, and directly threw the heavy bag of gold coins in his arms onto the counter, making a series of metal impact sounds.

The sound was extremely crisp, which immediately attracted everyone's attention. For them who had been dealing with gold coins for a long time, they could naturally hear that the sound was made by the collision of gold coins, and the number of them was probably not small.

The bag containing the gold coins was not fastened securely. Due to the fall, it was opened wide at this time, emitting a strong light of gold coins.

Their shop is not big, and the employees are all ordinary people. Usually, there are dozens of gold coins in a day's turnover. At this time, they were stunned to see so many gold coins gathered together.

"hiss!"

For a moment, everyone, including those customers who were shopping, gasped.They could tell at a glance that there might be hundreds of gold coins in the purse, and all of them belonged to the humble young man in front of him.

At this time, they had already determined that Mo Xian must be a child of that family, and he deliberately dressed up like this for fun.

"Little brother, I'm really sorry, I was the one who was blind just now!" The guy who looked down on Mo Xian was the first to react, changed his previous contempt, and looked at Mo Xian with wide eyes, just like looking at a pile of gold coins .

If he can complete this business, he will naturally get a lot of commission.

Facing the buddy who made a 180-degree turn in his attitude, Mo Xian sneered in his heart, and said, "I want five plants of Yunling Grass, and I will pack the remaining gold coins. Don't fool me!"

"Don't dare, dare not!" The clerk nodded and bowed weakly, he was sure that Mo Xian must be the son of a rich family, so how dare he be disrespectful to him.

Not long after, the five Yunling grass were handed over to Mo Xian respectfully.

"It's fucking nice to be rich!" Mo Xian cursed inwardly, and then walked away with the Yun Lingcao and the remaining gold coins.

After leaving, Mo Xian touched his empty purse and couldn't help but smile wryly. These gold coins are really hard to earn, and just five plants of Yunling Grass cost almost all of his belongings.It seems that Poor Wen Fuwu's statement is not unreasonable.

……

It was night, after Feng Yang left, Mo Xian secretly took out a Yunling grass.

This kind of Yunling grass itself has a very strong aura, and people at the martial arts level can't bear it at all, so Mo Xian is also a little uneasy.

He didn't know if he would be blown up directly.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally made up his mind. The time left was running out, so he had to take the risk.

Seeing the slightly transparent Yunling Grass in his hand, he gritted his teeth and stuffed it into his mouth.

The entrance was slightly fishy and sweet, and then a scorching breath suddenly rushed down his throat, and then rushed towards the limbs and bones.

There was a bang in his head, as if it was about to explode. The great pain made him unable to maintain the posture of sitting cross-legged, and his body crooked and fell to the ground.

The huge spiritual energy wreaked havoc in Mo Xian's body as if it had found an outlet.The relatively fragile flesh and blood soon couldn't bear it, and cracks appeared, and blood seeped out of it, which was very shocking.

But soon, the lightning mark on his chest lit up, very obvious in the dark night.

Then, the turbulent spiritual energy was absorbed by the lightning mark, and then returned to Mo Xian with a relatively gentle energy, warming his body.

Soon, Mo Xian returned to normal, and the aura of Yunlingcao seemed to have disappeared.

But he knew that the aura didn't disappear, but because he couldn't bear it himself and was absorbed by the lightning mark.

Although there was no obvious change in the lightning mark, Mo Xian could feel that it was much more active, and even showed a kind of intimacy towards Mo Xian.

……

With the help of Yunlingcao, Mo Xian's cultivation speed has indeed increased a lot, and at the same time his body has become stronger and stronger.

As time passed day by day, Mo Xian didn't learn any forging skills from Feng Yang, which he expected. The latter just coveted some things in him, and he didn't intend to accept him as a disciple at all.

However, due to the lack of progress every day, Feng Yang's patience was slowly worn away, and he seemed to have realized that Mo Xian was deliberately confusing him.

Now he hardly let Mo Xian out of his sight, and sometimes followed him, occasionally there was a chilling light in his eyes, and there was often a hint of threat when he spoke.

But the more he was like this, the more Mo Xian pretended to be ignorant, which made Feng Yang furious, but he had no place to vent.

Two months passed in a flash, and there were only ten days left before the Taichu Academy test, four of the five Yunling grass had been used, and Mo Xian's strength had also successfully reached the level of a nine-star warrior. One step away.

In the remaining ten days, he was going to concentrate on training, and strive to become a martial artist during the test at Taichu Academy.

However, there are some problems with the Hunyuan Tempering Body Art here, it should be that the memory fragments are incomplete, which makes this part of the memory very fuzzy, there is only a rough idea.

He specially asked Feng Yang for ten days' leave, and planned to return to Mojia Village to concentrate on preparations. After all, he had been away from home for more than two months.

Originally, he thought it would take a lot of talking, but he didn't expect Feng Yang to agree easily, maybe the latter had already given up.

However, Mo Xian still did not relax his vigilance. He did not expect that Feng Yang actually followed him all the way back to Mojia Village.

However, he didn't expose it, and he quietly returned home with the familiar sound of iron striking.

In just over two months, Mo Hong had lost a lot of weight, his eyes were sunken, and he looked very tired. Obviously, he was not doing well.

Seeing Mo Xian, he was obviously stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, pretending to be nonchalant and saying: "Son, you are back!"

"What's going on?" Mo Xian clenched his fists and said angrily.

"What's going on?" Mo Hong was startled, pretending to be puzzled.

"Father, stop pretending, aren't you the village chief?"

"No, it has nothing to do with him." Mo Hong shook his head hastily, for fear that Mo Xian would go to the village chief to make an argument.

At this time, Mo Ping, who had received Mo Xian's hatchet from Mo Ping's hatchet, walked in slowly, holding a few warm white steamed buns in his hands, as if he was about to give them to Mo Hong.

Mo Hong suddenly became a little nervous, and quickly winked at Mo Ping.But the latter obviously didn't feel sorry for it, and said indignantly: "Xiao Xian, you can count yourself back, if you don't come back, the village chief will probably force your father to death."

"What's going on!" Mo Xian asked with a cold face.

Mo Ping's heart trembled suddenly. He seemed to be frightened by Mo Xian's expression. The latter's expression was so cold that it made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave. This was definitely not the expression an ordinary teenager should have.

"Fortunately, this expression is not aimed at me!" Mo Ping muttered in a low voice, and then said: "You also know that you are a little embarrassed in Mojia Village. After the trouble last time, the village chief may feel shameless. Light, so asking everyone not to have anything to do with you in private is tantamount to strangling your family's income."

"Besides, he also found various reasons to make things difficult on purpose. He probably wanted you to leave voluntarily."

Mo Ping slowly changed some of the things that happened recently, and Mo Xian gritted his teeth when he heard that, they had already made an agreement, why the village chief was still aggressive and tried every means to drive them to a dead end.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, "Uncle Mo Ping, thank you very much, if it weren't for you, my father might not be able to hold on."

"Hey, I only did what I should do, not to mention that if it weren't for the hatchet you gave me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to survive. But it's not an option to continue like this. The village chief has hinted at me several times Already." Mo Ping said helplessly, although he wanted to help, but his ability was limited.

"Don't blame them. If you want to blame it, blame me for my incompetence. Otherwise, I won't be a mermaid." Mo Hong hurriedly said, he didn't want Mo Xian to go to the village chief because of this, no matter what the result is, the one who suffers will be them.

"Father, you don't need to say anything, I understand!" Mo Xian took out a gold coin from his pocket, handed it to Mo Ping, and said, "Uncle Mo Ping, this gold coin is to thank you for treating my father during this time." taken care of."

(End of this chapter)