World of Cultivation

"Forget it!"

"Even if you die, you can't forget it!"

...

A strange yet familiar voice seemed to come from the depths of the clouds. Over and over again, the echoes are vague, layer upon layer, and enduring.

who?

Can't forget?

Can't forget what?

He jolted awake. As usual, I was soaked all over and my clothes were clinging to my body, and it was very uncomfortable. He sat up straight, the stars above his head and the dark night reminding him that it was still early before dawn. A gust of night wind blew, and it was cool.

It's the dream again!

Habitually let out a long breath, it's still early, let's sleep again.

He lay down again.

"Brother Mo, remember to water me. We just signed an agreement at the beginning of the month. We can count on you for this year's harvest."

Before reaching the mountain pass, Zuo Mo heard someone shouting all the way. An old man who looked to be about fifty years old, black and thin, was standing in the field.

The old man is nicknamed Lao Heitou, his real name is unknown, he is the oldest among the outer disciples of Wukong Sword Sect.

Zuo Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I can't forget it. Don't worry, it will be your turn tomorrow!"

His figure was like a bamboo pole, and the crimson-blue outer sect disciple clothes hung loosely on his body. The opposite of his slippery speech was his stiff wooden face, sullen and gloomy.

Zuo Mo's zombie face is his trademark. In the beginning, everyone kept away from him with disrespect, but gradually everyone discovered that apart from his face, he was not close to strangers, and his temperament and personality were all excellent, which led to more contacts. Two years later, he was the most popular among the outer disciples.

The old blackhead smiled happily, and said in a hurry: "Okay, good! Brother Mo, your unique skills, I have never seen anyone else use it."

Zuo Mo's hand [Little Cloud and Rain Art] is indeed commendable. The third-layer [Little Cloud Rain Art] is the only one among the outer disciples. That is to say, with this hand, he almost took over all the work of Shiyu in the entire sect.

[Little Cloud and Rain Art] is not a profound art, everyone knows it, it is mainly used to give rain to the spiritual field. The first level only takes three to five days to learn. As for the second level, one or two years can be easily reached. But starting from the third level, it requires personal understanding to acquire it. Among the entire Wukong Jianmen outer disciples, Zuo Mo was the only one who successfully realized it.

[Xiaoyunyujue] After reaching the third level, the effect is greatly increased, and the output of Linggu Lingcai can be greatly increased. Because of this, since he broke through to the third rank, his status in the door has changed dramatically, and his name has changed from Zombie Mo directly to Mo Ge.

Zuo Mo waved his hand and said goodbye to the old blackhead.

Baring his teeth, he moved the luggage on his shoulders, and his shoulders were aching. The three hundred kilograms of Linggu on his shoulders almost crushed his thin shoulders.

A thin zombie, carrying a cloth bag several times larger than his body, moved with difficulty in the mountain road.

Carrying three hundred catties of Linggu on his back, he walked to the mountain gate. Just after passing the mountain gate, he threw the cloth bag on his shoulders on the ground, and sat slumped on the ground, out of breath.

After a long rest, his physical strength recovered slightly, he stood up, and carefully took out a straw-yellow paper crane from his arms.

The paper crane is the size of a palm, folded from yellow grass paper, and painted with cinnabar symbols.

Entering spiritual power, Zhihe saw that the wind became stronger, and his body was slightly larger than that of the real crane. Thin bamboo is used as a support, and a layer of yellow grass paper is pasted on it, and the whole body is painted with cinnabar talismans curved like tadpoles. It's just that the workmanship is obviously not very good, and there are burrs at many bonding places. The grade of yellow paper is very low, and grass clippings can be seen everywhere in the paper.

Carry the cloth bag from the ground to the back of the paper crane.

Inside the mountain gate, the outer disciples are prohibited from flying. This rule, Zuo Mo has cursed countless times in his heart in the past two years.

Climbing onto the back of the paper crane awkwardly, the paper crane suddenly made the sound of squeaking bamboo strips being bent. His movements froze for a moment, and after a while, he was relieved to see that Zhihe showed no signs of collapse.

"Xiao Huang, Xiao Huang, don't drop the chain at this time."

Zuo Mo patted Zhi He's head, and Zhi He staggered slowly off the ground.

The creaking of bamboo and paper sounded again,

The paper crane seemed to be drunk, with a very strange arc, rising and falling, leaning to the left and then to the right, flying forward along the mountain road.

Zuo Mo sat extremely firmly, and he was very experienced. This lowest-rank Fengxing paper crane can bear a maximum weight of less than four hundred kilograms, and the current weight is very dangerous. But this "weak" Zhihe still made other outer disciples jealous.

Among the outer disciples, he was the first to own a mount. Of course, as to whether Fengxing Zhihe could be considered a mount, it was out of Zuo Mo's consideration.

In the creaking sound, after swaying for five hours, Zuo Mo's zombie face turned pale, and Dong Fu was in sight.

In the mid-air shrouded in clouds and mist, the east float is looming.

At that time, the real person of Dongfu cut off the mountain peak with one sword, and established Dongfu with a half of the remnant peak as the base. Five hundred years have passed, and Dongfu has also developed into one of the thirteen important towns in the Tianyuejie.

Among the three thousand realms of cultivators, the Tianyue Realm cannot be ranked, it is only a small realm with a history of only 1,500 years. Fifteen hundred years ago, Immortal Tianyue discovered and took charge of this realm, and she named it Tianyue Realm after her own name. Immortal Tianyue was born in Kunlun, and Tianyue Realm became one of the realms governed by Kunlun Realm.

After that, some real people came to Tianyue Realm to start a sect and gradually evolved into the scene like today.

The paper crane squeaked and flew towards the foot of Dongfu Mountain with difficulty, and the laughter of others could be heard from time to time along the way. A thin zombie, sitting on a paper crane that is also thin and looks like a drunk, the scene is hilarious.

Zuo Mo sat upright, with a calm expression, like a peerless zombie. In fact, his heart was drooling over the mount that passed over his head—that was the real mount!

The grey-bodied and red-billed geese are fire-billed geese. The back of the geese is wide and soft. Sitting on it, you can hardly feel any bumps. It can be called a supreme enjoyment. It's amazing; the whole body is silver and white floating on the back of the cultivator is the thunderbolt wing, the lightning is overflowing, and it comes and goes like electricity. Do you want to experience the thrill of extreme speed...

He recites these advertising words like a fluent, but he can only memorize advertising words.

The most shocking thing was a thousand feather boats slowly passing over his head. The whole ship was like a mountain. When it flew over his head, Zuo Mo could only feel the darkness in front of him, and when he raised his head, the light of restraint from the dark bottom of the ship was faintly visible.

Luxury is indeed the greatest original sin of cultivators!

Zuo Mo couldn't help but curse again in his heart, but when he saw the other cultivators scattered in confusion, his mood suddenly cheered.

After flying for another hour, one person, one crane and one bag finally arrived at the foot of Dongfu Mountain. With Xiao Huang's weak flying ability, which can only fly close to the ground, it is wishful thinking to fly directly to Dongfu.

He climbed down from the paper crane, unloaded his luggage, and retrieved the paper crane. The cracks on the surface of the paper crane were looming, Zuo Mo lamented in his heart, did he want to buy another one? The thought made him feel a deep pain in the flesh.

He raised his head and squinted at Dongfu, which was soaring into the sky, and the stone steps that were winding up in countless steps, and then glanced at the luggage beside his feet. Zuo Mo's calf suddenly shivered.

"Brother, do you want to help?" Zuo Mo's eyes darkened.

A man with a naked upper body, as strong as an iron tower, came over.

"How much?" Zuo Mo asked cautiously, swiping around from the corner of his eyes. Encouraged by his gaze, the strong men sitting on the side stood up.

Noticing that the colleagues around him seemed to be coming over, the strong man felt a tightness in his heart, and quickly said: "Sanyi Rank."

Sanyipin refers to three first-grade spar.

Zuo Mo exclaimed: "Kill people!" Then he said categorically: "Just two, if you want to do it, do it, if you don't want to do it, pull it down." At this time, if he made a surprised expression, he would be very good, but Zuo Mo's There was no fluctuation in the face of the zombie, and the atmosphere was suddenly a little weird.

"It's too fake!" The strong man pouted, but he glanced at his colleagues who were about to move around, gritted his teeth, and simply nodded: "It's done!"

After he finished speaking, his big fan-like hand was about to reach for the cloth bag on the ground, Zuo Mo shouted, "Slow!"

"What's wrong?"

"Make an agreement first." Zuo Mo took out a jade slip.

"Just two, what kind of agreement do you need?" The strong man muttered in disapproval.

"To be on the safe side, if I don't have my body, then you run away, and I won't be able to catch up with you." Zuo Mo remained expressionless, still smiling.

In desperation, the strong man had to make an agreement with Zuo Mo, and the others dispersed at this time.

After doing this, the strong man lifted the luggage on the ground, and the luggage of more than 300 kilograms was light in his hands.

Halfway up the mountain, Zuo Mo climbed the stone steps with difficulty, drenched in sweat. The strong man said with a look of contempt: "Your physical strength is really poor." Then he urged: "Can you hurry up? I want to do two more orders today! At this speed, it will be good if we can arrive at night."

Zuo Mo felt like a fish pulled out of the water, almost suffocating. He sat down on the stone steps, gasping for breath, out of breath: "I...I can't do it..."

The strong man suddenly became anxious: "How can this be done, aren't you ruining my business?"

Zuo Mo rolled his eyes, expressionless: "You saw it too, I really don't have the strength."

The strong man said angrily, "I've lost a lot of money today when I take your order." After speaking, he picked up Zuo Mo with one hand and put it under his arm, strode away, and trotted along the stone steps.

"You guys who cultivate your body are really enviable." Zuo Mo, who took advantage, said heartlessly.

"What's there to envy? It's hard to eat. I'm only at the fifth level of Qi cultivation, so I can't do much work. When I reach the foundation-building stage, I can do more work. Life is not easy these days!" The strong man couldn't help but sighed.

"Yeah! Life is not easy!" Zuo Mo was deeply concerned. He suddenly thought of the Thousand Feather Fortune Ship he saw on the road, and he couldn't help asking: "Hey, what's the origin of the Thousand Feather Fortune Ship just now? I haven't seen it before. passed."

"That is the palace of the real man of Chiye, you have to be careful and don't provoke him." The strong man kindly reminded: "If you see those women in white clothes and veils, you must stay away. They are all the beauty of real man Chiye. They are very arrogant. Many people have touched their bad luck, and they will end up miserably!"

The strength of the strong man is extremely amazing. He is carrying a 300-pound luggage in one hand and Zuo Mo in the other. He doesn't feel any difficulty speaking.

"That's right, we little people, to touch this bad head, that's courting death." Zuo Mo agreed.

The strong man's stride is very fast, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is much faster than Xiao Huang, and it took only half an hour to climb the stone steps of the winding mountain.

Zuo Mo readily paid two first-grade spar, and the strong man took the spar, turned around and hurried down the mountain.

"Life isn't easy!" Zuo Mo looked at the strong man's back and expressed his sincere emotion with a blank expression.

Zuo Mo was very familiar with Dongfu. He picked up his suitcase and made a few turns to find the place he was looking for.

This is a shop specializing in the acquisition of Linggu. It is a small storefront with a small flag hanging outside the door with two words written on it: Linggu. The array of symbols on the flag can ensure that these two words can be seen from afar at night.

More than 300 catties of second-grade Linggu, for such a shop, it is only a small transaction. Even the shopkeeper didn't bother to come out to say hello, he just sent a guy.

"Thirty second-grade spar."

The guy didn't mean to negotiate the price, Zuo Mo also knew that he had no room to bargain, so he simply nodded.

This price is a bit low, but the same goes for other stores. Unless he can directly provide tens of thousands of catties of Linggu, he will have the right to negotiate the price. After deducting the amount turned over to the sect, three hundred catties of Linggu was the result of his hard work for a whole year.

Thirty second-grade spar, to him, is a lot of money.

Walking down the street with thirty second-grade spar in his hand, Zuo Mo seemed to feel that the eyes of the pedestrians around him looked like thieves.

The streets of Dongfu are wide, and there are many colorful and odd-shaped houses floating in the sky, which are also shops. However, it is a high-end business district, and cultivators who do not have high-end mounts and cannot fly with their swords will not be able to enter if they want to. Some high-end stores are even like an island floating in the air, with fragrant flowers and plants, and melodious music.

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