The system came a hundred years earlier, I kicked Beihai Kindergarten

"it is good!"

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Shen Lang and others struggled for more than an hour before they finally settled down.

Shen Lang couldn't help but feel a little emotional. After the war, he hadn't lived in such an environment for a long time.

Compared to the tent in Muyun City, Kangcheng was busy all the time. After finally getting a good night's sleep, the only thing I saw when I opened the door was sand. It seemed like another world here.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Shen Lang lay comfortably on the chair with a relaxed look on his face.

Shen Lang didn't have to wait long before Mo Yi pushed the door open and walked in, finding a place to sit down.

"How is it? The environment in my Wanhua Valley is pretty good, right?" Mo Yi crossed her legs and looked at Shen Lang with a smile.

"That's really good. I didn't expect that Master used to be a disciple of such a big sect." Shen Lang said with a smile.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"Ahem..." Shen Lang was a little embarrassed: "Well, Master, please help me find someone named Su Qing..."

Chapter 186 The scapegoat

"Looking for someone again?" Mo Yi was stunned: "What's wrong with you? You can find a lucky person just by going to a new place?"

On Wei Qianluo's side, Shen Lang said that there was an expert involved, while on Lu Fengxian's side, Shen Lang directly pushed the blame onto his father.

Now, he has arrived at Wanhua Valley, and there are strange people looking for him?

Moreover, Shen Lang is a very magical person. No one he sets his eyes on has bad luck.

Even someone as well-versed in divination as Mo Yi had to see the real person and make detailed calculations before he could come to a conclusion.

As for Shen Lang? Every time, I know who has great luck before I even see him.

"Um... Master, everyone has their own secrets..." Shen Lang was a little embarrassed.

To be honest, he also wanted to be like the protagonist of the novel, doing everything by himself and hiding it from everyone around him.

He also knew that the more Mo Yi knew, the more problematic he would appear to be.

The problem is, this is the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, and Mo Yi and I are so close, we are always together, I am afraid I can't hide anything from her...

Also, asking Mo Yi for help is really the most time-saving and labor-saving thing.

"Hmm..." Mo Yi looked Shen Lang up and down: "Have you secretly learned the art of divination, or that evil prophecy technique behind my back?"

In this world with a spiritual color, when they find that someone is wrong, they will not think about the weird things in the system, but will think about it according to the rationality in their minds.

Shen Lang was looking for people in this way, and those he met were all very lucky, so Mo Yi could only think in this way.

"No, no..." Shen Lang waved his hands quickly.

"Disciple, I have to explain this to you clearly." Mo Yi said seriously, "The waters of divination are too deep, and you can't grasp it."

"Do you know why there are so many charlatans in the world, but so few real sorcerers?"

"This kind of magic will shorten one's lifespan. The more secrets one divines, the clearer one can see the future, but the greater the loss to oneself."

“Sometimes, you may even encounter disasters for no apparent reason and be entangled by karma.”

"So, the more powerful sorcerers are all in the Sitianjian. They are using their own lives to exchange for the prosperity and wealth of their descendants."

"Even so, their descendants and the imperial court can only forcibly preserve one lineage, because they overdraw not only their own fortunes, but also the fortunes of their descendants, causing most of their descendants to die young."

"Without the guarantee from the imperial court, few people would be willing to become sorcerers."

"Even Zhao Qingyang only has one powerful warlock by his side, because if there are more, even he, who is at the Heavenly Man Realm, plus the formation of the tower, cannot withstand the backlash of the warlock's fate."

"Another point is that among sorcerers, from ancient times to now, only one person has cultivated to the Heavenly Man Realm. All other sorcerers, no matter how powerful they are, have stopped at the Divine Mystery Realm."

Shen Lang was a little surprised.

So many things the warlock has to say?

However, he could accept the fact that leaking the secret would lead to backlash. If it were some ordinary novels about gods and ghosts, there would be five disadvantages and three shortcomings.

"Master, let me put it this way. Actually..." Shen Lang let out a long sigh: "It was written on the note Zhao Huaibei gave me."

"Zhao Huaibei?" Mo Yi was stunned for a moment.

"To be honest, I really didn't learn that kind of magic, and you didn't teach me! You know how much I value my life, how can I do such a thankless task?" Shen Lang spread his hands and said, "You also know about Wei Qianluo's matter. There must be Zhao Qingyang's shadow in it. She practiced Snow Piao Renjian so well and so fast. You should know better than me what's going on with her bloodline."

"As for the matter of Lu Fengxian... it's actually a coincidence. I don't know why my father asked me to find someone who has a Shura body with great luck."

"And the Xiaodong who was rescued in Muyun City was actually Qianluo's relationship."

"It was Qianluo's strange reaction that made me buy her. I felt that Qianluo was closely related to this man of great luck, so she shouldn't be ordinary. So I asked Master to give her a try. I never thought that she was really a talent."

Mo Yi thought about it and realized it was true!

If Shen Lang knew this kind of magic in the Zhenbei Palace, he would definitely not be able to hide it from the top sorcerer in the Zhenbei Palace when he cast the spell to find Zhao Qingyang's descendants.

Lu Fengxian, it was just a coincidence.

The third one, according to Shen Lang, was inferred.

Mo Yi gradually understood.

Some people are born with good fortunes. When they see people with great luck, they will feel an inexplicable sense of intimacy and will take the initiative to approach them.

When people with great luck grow up, they will inevitably be surrounded by piles of corpses. Those who survive with great luck will all be rich and prosperous, but more of them will die.

Because people with great luck often bring disasters to the people around them.

Some people's luck is so great that even an entire sect cannot bear it.

When Mo Yi was learning the art of divination, he saw many examples, such as a sect being wiped out, one person surviving, and then carrying the hatred and practicing hard to reach the heavenly realm...

Therefore, Mo Yi has always wanted to get close to this kind of person, but he didn't dare to get too close.

Her relationship with Xiu Xiu as a master and disciple based on money was just an attempt on her part.

"What does the note Zhao Huaibei gave you mean?" Mo Yi asked.

"Before he died, Zhao Huaibei went to see Mr. Yuan from the Zhenbei Palace." Shen Lang said, "He told me to help him find three people if there was a chance. He said he needed these three people to revive the Zhenbei Palace. This memory was sealed by the butler. If I hadn't arrived at the Wanhua Valley, I wouldn't have remembered Su Qing from the Wanhua Valley."

"So that's it..."

Mo Yi touched his chin.

What Shen Lang said was so reasonable that she couldn't find any fault with it.

But the more she couldn't find fault, the more she felt there was a problem.

She took Shen Lang's pulse and found that he indeed showed no signs of being harmed by the magic.

All these strange things made Mo Yi even more curious about what was going on with Shen Lang.

"Okay, I'll help you find it."

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At the same time, in Wanhua Valley, where the valley master lives.

This is a small stone room with no decoration, only an offering table, an incense burner, and a portrait of the ancestor.

In front, there was a cushion with a person sitting on it.

Gu Yuexuan, the master of Wanhua Valley, is seventy-six years old, but he has white hair and a youthful face, and has no beard yet. He looks like a handsome white-haired guy in an ancient idol drama.

He was wearing a dark purple robe, his face showing three parts of majesty and three parts of steadiness.

"Valley Master, no, this is not good..."

At this moment, a hurried voice came from outside the quiet room where he was in retreat.

"What's going on? Are the grassland people attacking here? Or is it the Demon Cult invading the Central Plains?"

Gu Yuexuan slowly opened his eyes and waved his hand, and the stone door opened.

I saw a girl in white standing at the door, panting and looking extremely flustered.

"Gu, Gu Master..."

"Don't be anxious. Don't forget, I taught you that a medical practitioner should remain calm even when Mount Tai collapses." Gu Yuexuan said seriously.

"Uncle Mo Yi is back..."

When he heard Mo Yi's name, Gu Yuexuan's face twitched slightly.

Chapter 187 The Way of Refining Weapons

"Why did she come back? Have you investigated it clearly?"

Gu Yuexuan loves and hates Mo Yi.

How great would it be if she was just a disciple of Wanhua Valley? But she was carrying seven sects, seven!

If she had not been an outer disciple in every sect, she would have been known as a servant of seven families.

Moreover, Mo Yi’s strengths are not limited to this. She can cause some troubles in every sect. The amazing thing is that she can make up for these troubles and has made some meritorious contributions in every sect.

The problem is that she is too exciting in doing things. Gu Yuexuan feels a headache when he thinks about the past Mo Yi.

"Her disciple was hit by a spell cast by a master of the Divine Mysterious Realm and is dying. She couldn't solve the problem, so she brought him back..."

"So that's how it is. There are still things this girl can't solve." Gu Yuexuan showed a hint of smile at the corner of his mouth: "I never thought that she would accept disciples..."

He stood up and put his hands behind his back. "It's rare for this girl to come back. Tomorrow I will personally diagnose her apprentice and see what kind of apprentice she has accepted."

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On Shen Lang's side.

It’s so late now, Mo Yi definitely can’t go out late at night to help Shen Lang find someone.

Her identity is too sensitive. If she goes out at this time, the forbidden area will probably be under martial law.

Mo Yi is quite humane. Before curing Shen Lang, he never thought of causing trouble to Wanhua Valley.

"By the way, Master, when you were in Muyun City, you told me that there is a qualitative gap between me and the masters..." Shen Lang said to Mo Yi, "How can I make up for this gap?"

Shen Lang said that in normal life, his opponents should be similar to himself. Even if they are stronger, they should only be about one level stronger.

The problem is that since Shen Lang traveled through time, nothing he has encountered has been something he can solve.

After the battle of Muyun City, he retreated.

He managed to hold the city of Cannes with great difficulty, but then retreated again.

In Muyun City occupied by the grassland, he could only watch those people bully the people of the Central Plains. All he could do was to sow discord, and he could not do anything big.

When the enemy chased him out, he was able to survive only because of Mo Yi's protection.

Shen Lang didn’t know what he would do without Mo Yi.

There is a system that still clings to Mo Yi's thigh. He feels that he cannot grow like this.

Now Mo Yi has nothing to do, so she can hang out with him, but she is not his pendant, and she will leave when she has her own things to do.

When he came to Wanhua Valley this time, Shen Lang had a deep sense of crisis.

In Shen Lang's heart, Mo Yi has always been a knight-errant figure, traveling all over the world, and everywhere is his home, with him being his only relative.

But now it seems that Mo Yi has no connections and contacts in the Northern Territory. Her contacts are all in the Central Plains, in this Valley of Flowers.

"Practice alchemy, refine weapons, you choose one." Mo Yi crossed his legs: "You should have seen that it is not easy for me to win against a master of the Divine Wandering Realm."

"Even if they were just spirits out of their bodies and their real bodies were not there, and they couldn't use magic weapons, I still used many magic weapons to barely win."

"By the way, the magic weapon I broke cost about 5,000 spirit stones. You have to reimburse me for this."

Those mirrors are basically scrapped.

Although Mo Yi looks stingy at ordinary times, she really doesn't care about money and magic weapons when fighting.

"Okay..." Shen Lang touched his storage bag: "After I heal you, I'll give it to you after I do some meritorious service."

After paying for the trip, Shen Lang only had 3,000 spirit stones left in his pocket, which was not enough to pay for the compensation...

Damn, no wonder they say a cannon shot is worth a fortune, how much money did this small battle cost me?