The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

There is a line of text on the cover.

"Three hundred and sixty tricks for the whole person."

This is the title of the book!

A few days ago, Ye Feng made a small wish at random and got this book, so he copied a part of it as Li Mohuang's task.

West of Baifu City.

"Oh oh oh!"

The big **** jumped on the wooden shelf, screamed up to the sky, and showed its glory.

"Fuck you!"

Li Mohuang, the irritable little prince, descended from the sky, kicked the big cock, and stood on the wooden stand. He said to the dumbfounded farmers nearby:

"I am the second-generation disciple of the Misty Sect... Ouch!"

The wooden frame is too old.

Standing on it, Li Mohuang was overwhelmed and collapsed with a click.

Although Li Mohuang was a cultivator and couldn't hurt him, he slipped from the wooden shelf to the ground, and he was demeaned and his face was dull.

"What a shabby place!"

Li Mohuang was so angry that the veins on his forehead jumped wildly.

He quickly got rid of the smoke and dust, and said in a deep voice, "I am Li Mohuang, the second-generation disciple of the Misty Sect, and I am ordered to come and perform the task."

After all, he showed the task manual.

"It turns out to be the fairy master of the Misty Sect."

"Hello Master!"

The surrounding farmers quickly knelt on the ground and cast their respectful eyes, which made Li Mohuang very useful.

After a while, in the chicken farm.

A fat aunt carrying a bamboo basket, pointing to the old hens in the chicken coops on both sides, introduced: "We have tens of thousands of hens laying eggs on our chicken farm, and there are at least 8,000 eggs every day. Master, you first It’s up to me to do it, and just follow along."

"Are you teaching me to do things?"

Li Mohuang glared, startled the fat aunt.

"The villain is also for your mission, Master Xian!" The fat aunt explained quickly.

"Forget it, teach me!" Li Mohuang held back when he mentioned the task.

"I don't believe it anymore, Li Mohuang can't bear the pain!"

He clenched his fists.

At this time, the fat aunt opened a chicken coop and used a wooden spoon to break open the old hen nesting on the straw, hook out an egg from it, and put it in a bamboo basket.

"Master, the egg is fragile, so handle it with care."

The fat aunt put down the bamboo basket and walked out.

Li Mohuang looked around and stared at tens of thousands of old hens, feeling depressed in his heart.

"If it weren't for a mission, I would open the sky with a sword and hack your chicken farm."

He cursed, and then began to pick up eggs.

"I'm a cultivator, and I need a wooden spoon to pick up eggs, a joke!"

Having said that, Li Mohuang used the spell "Aura Great Hand", imagining a one-meter-long hand in mid-air, throwing away the old hen and pinching the egg on the straw.

Click!

The egg is broken.

Li Mohuang was angry and started to get started.

Then, he was pecked a few times by the old hen.

"Oh much!"

Li Mohuang squeezed the old hen to death, causing it to scream. Then, he looked around and found that no one had seen it, and his heart was relieved.

When Li Mohuang picked up 3,000 eggs, all the bamboo baskets in front of the chicken farm had been filled.

"Thank you, Master!"

"Fair Master Wanfu!"

The farmer and the fat aunt on the chicken farm repeatedly thanked him.

Li Mohuang was too lazy to talk nonsense, and flew around the walls of Baifu City, arriving at the cattle farm in the southwest of the city.

"I'll milk the cow, three big barrels."

Li Mohuang reported the door of his house, then looked around, "Where is the barrel?"

The white and fat cattle farm owner ran over, pointed to a big wooden barrel, and said, "Master Li, this is the big wooden barrel we use to hold milk."

Li Mohuang looked over, his eyelids jumped wildly.

The barrel is half a meter in diameter, nearly one meter high, and very large.

Moreover, three barrels must be filled to complete the task.

"Fuck, this is a bucket? This is a tank, right!"

Li Mohuang's mentality exploded again.

Afraid it will be squeezed from now until midnight again?

"Master Li, when milking the cow, you must master the skills, and that is, wash your hands beforehand, and then..."

The cattle farm owner explained.

Li Mohuang was not in the mood to listen.

He was very depressed and wanted to run away.

"In order to eat the Demon Sect, I can't bear it!"

In the end, Li Mohuang was defeated by reality.

"Boss, what's the trick to milking the cow?"

The owner of the cattle farm was taken aback, and secretly said that this is also called an immortal master? When I talked about feelings, you didn't understand it at all!

Although speechless, the cattle farm owner continued to explain.

After half an hour.

Li Mohuang sat on a stool, milking the cow in front of him, skillfully.

"Oh, you really deserve to be an immortal master, you can learn it as soon as you learn."

"That's right, I also want to cultivate immortals. When I come back from cultivation, wouldn't it be much faster if I milk the milk?"

"We don't have any roots, we can't cultivate immortals."

Several peasant women around were chatting and discussing.

Li Mohuang was contemptuous in his heart.

Cultivating immortals to milk the cow?

After you truly cultivate immortals, will you still be worthy of the work of milking a cow? Really short-sighted!

Li Mohuang shrugged and continued milking the cow.

Time is fast, it's dusk already.

The first bucket of milk was finally full.

Li Mohuang looked at the two empty barrels beside him, lost in thought.

"Oh, I'm afraid it won't be finished tonight."

He wanted to cry without tears.

...

Three thousand miles away.

Shenfeng Sword Sect Elder Peak.

The Grand Elder looked at the magnificent sunset, his face was red with light, and smiled: "At this time, Li Mohuang should be trusted by Ye Feng. Maybe, he has already inquired a lot of information at this moment."

...

The top of the misty peak.

Ye Feng ate a chicken leg and glanced at the Wentian mirror next to him, and found that Li Mohuang was still milking the cow.

"At this rate, it must be done until midnight."

Ye Feng laughed.

These tasks were arranged after time matching. With Li Mohuang's cultivation at the peak of Qi refining, even if he didn't stop in the middle, he could only barely finish.

In this way, Li Mohuang never wanted to have free time.

As soon as time passed, it was midnight.

Li Mohuang wiped the sweat off his forehead, glanced at the three large barrels of milk beside him, and finally let out a sigh of relief.

"What time is it now?"

"When I first arrived."

"It's too late?"

Li Mohuang's eyelids twitched, and there should still be some time in the secret path, so he quickly flew with the sword and returned to the Misty Peak at the fastest speed.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, he found that he was blocked by the formation again, and roared, "Why?!"

Hu Dahong ate the chicken drumsticks and said, "The time has just arrived the next day, you are late to come back."

"..."

Li Mohuang silently opened the task booklet.

He found that he could turn the page.

"Congratulations, you have completed the task of the next day. Next, start the task of the new day."

"Task 1: Find the deputy commander Zhou Jiacai, become a guard, and fight till dawn."

"Task 2: Help the second concubine of the city lord of Wucai City take care of the young master, take him to climb the mountain, and pick the elixir'Lingyunzhi'."

"Task 3: Go to the Southern Mountain Range and kill the evil beast'Flying Jin Maoshu' that hunts down weak monsters and ruins crops everywhere."

Seeing the above three tasks, Li Mohuang's face gradually became gloomy, grinning grinning, and said: "Ye Feng, you really have so many things for me, I'm not doing it!"

He rang the bronze bell to call the door.

"I want to see the head!"

Li Mohuang shouted.

Hu Dahong gnawed on the chicken legs, opened the shield, and brought Li Mohuang to the head of the main hall.

At this time, Ye Feng was practicing.

Three armored guards comparable to inferior demon generals attacked him.

Bang bang bang!

Ye Feng threw three punches in a row, blasting them.

This scene happened to be seen by Li Mohuang, only to feel that his throat was dry, and he almost was scared to pee.

"This strength is really terrifying!"

Li Mohuang held his breath and shivered.

"Oh, little Lizi, have you completed your mission?" Ye Feng asked Li Mohuang with a smile.

"Not yet...not yet."

"Then what are you doing when you come back? Is it possible that you want to become the second person to withdraw from the sect after the master takes over the misty sect?"

Ye Feng's voice and words ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ seemed like a sharp sword pierced Li Mohuang's heart, reminding him that he also shouldered the heavy responsibility of the Demon Sect Sect Master and quickly knelt on the ground.

"Master, I'm thirsty, let me drink some water!"

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Li Mohuang persuaded.

He was afraid of being beaten by Ye Feng and died on the spot.

"Oh, I want to drink water!"

Ye Feng waved his hand, and Hu Dahong hurriedly brought a pot of spiritual spring water, which was used by Zhu Sanpang before in the bath.

"Grumbling..."

Although the taste was strange, with a bit of sorrow, Li Mohuang still drank most of the water in tears, and said: "Master, I must complete the task well."

He went down the mountain full of depression and suffocation, and continued the task of infinite dolls.