"You can't use this painting in this place, I'm afraid..."
Mo Qier told Yan Yan not to use this painting in the small building in the lake, otherwise it would cause trouble.
Shi Yan nodded. He thought Mo Qier was worried about Mo Linger and the three of them, and being seen by them would be a problem.
Never seek revenge and cause trouble.
This is still good, but it would be bad if you were stared at all the time.
You can't always be on guard against thieves, it's too tiring, so it's better not to let them know.
"Let's go! Let's go!"
The rock hooked Mo Qier's shoulders and walked towards the purple bamboo forest.
The real purpose of coming here is the small lake house in the purple bamboo forest.
"Hey! The sword energy is gone!"
As if he had just discovered it, Mo Qier stretched out his hand to stir up the fog in front of him to look for the sword energy, but there was no reaction at all. The floating sword energy disappeared out of thin air.
The mist was dripping with water, and there was no longer the same sword energy as before.
No more scary situations.
This made him curious. He looked around and tilted his head to think.
After a while, he suddenly turned his head slowly and looked at the rock with an expression of disbelief.
"You did it!"
Mo Qier turned his head. As smart as he was, he immediately thought about the rock.
Only the rock left his eyes. Thinking of the hand that could control the sword energy, he immediately thought that it must be related to the rock.
As for how to do it, it doesn't matter. Anyway, it's enough to be safe.
No longer have to worry about hurting yourself with sword energy.
"Haha! Isn't it just for doing landscape painting? I lost it by accident."
Rock pretended to be reserved, but his pride still showed through.
All he had to do was raise his tail for Mo Qier to see.
He immediately received a look of contempt from Mo Qier and kept curling his lips.
"Bah, let me see if you make another mistake."
Mo Qier pushed away the rock and hugged his hand, his teeth itching, of course, just to show off.
Friendship is fine! Enough to make such an expression.
It doesn't even matter if he curses.
Looking at the rock, Yaya thought in her heart, this guy got an advantage and still acted like a good boy, looking up and down with contempt.
I just wanted to pounce on it and exchange it for some treasure.
In the end, he shook his head helplessly.
Thinking about it, there's nothing good to be gained. Apart from the splash-ink landscape paintings of my ancestors, I'm afraid I won't be able to get anything.
This place hasn't reached its core yet, there's nothing like that.
Even if there is, it is someone else's property.
Besides, if there really is a treasure, given this guy’s virtue, he wouldn’t show it off right now!
It’s fun to think about it, this person doesn’t understand anything, he doesn’t know the difference between good and bad.
But fortunately, he is honest, loyal, and a good friend.
Enough to make yourself follow around.
There were rocks, and we soon returned to the entrance of the Purple Bamboo Forest, in front of the doorway.
The two of them looked around, not daring to move without permission.
I haven’t figured it out yet!
"Stand still."
Shi Yan looked at Mo Qier nervously and pointed at the ground.
With an inadvertent glance just now, he saw a shallow ink line on the ground leading into the distance.
"what is this?"
Rock kept muttering in his mind that something felt wrong.
There is a big problem with such a line, and if you don't figure it out, you won't feel at ease.
Mo Qier lowered his head and glanced, his brows furrowed and then relaxed quickly, he shook his head and sighed.
There is already a guess in my mind, and there is no one else but them.
They are the only ones thinking about getting something out of themselves, others will not have such an idea.
You must know that you have been careful, and people you have never been in contact with will not do this to you.
Only they have such an opportunity.
"Hey! I can't help it after all!"
Mo Qier looked towards the distance where the ink line extended, unable to hide the anger in his eyes.
It has appeared once and been exposed.
They are still using it, which shows how thick-skinned they are.
Mo Qier knew what they were thinking. They were nothing more than the Mo family in the past. He couldn't write two Mo families in one sentence.
You can do this shamelessly, and you can say to the outside world that you are a sinner of the Mo family.
It’s time for you to do this, it’s time for you to give up all your rights and interests.
The thoughts are so beautiful that one can really use whimsical to describe their restless hearts.
"Fight with your body and draw lines to lead the way, haha!"
Mo Qier's laughter, which was worse than crying, was really exciting. Is this the Mo family in the image?
It completely subverted what was in his heart, and only he understood the pain.
It is not easy to apply such a secret technique to a human body.
But such secret techniques have always been used on the sinners of the Mo family.
Ask yourself, are you really a sinner of the Mohist family?
You can use the word "hehe" to represent everything you think.
But they did it anyway, in order to get something, it was clear without asking.
He is just a pathfinder and can be sacrificed at any time.
Thinking about it this way, they only had the chance when he was still in the Mo family ten years ago.
In other words, they had prepared everything ten years ago, and he was just doing the work for them.
Utilization, utilization of red fruit.
Things you keep secret from yourself.
I am afraid that I have suffered so many years because of them.
The Mo family has no family ties.
Sure enough!
Fighting with one's body, drawing lines and drawing traces is not scary, but what is really scary is the connection with such a secret technique.
Perhaps Mo Qier was so young and ignorant that he planted such a secret skill.
But where do you know, Mo Qier now knows everything about the Mo family, even some secrets that are not passed on to anyone.
And this kind of secret technique is exactly what Mo Qier knows.
Such a secret technique will eventually lead to burning one's body.
A caster thousands of miles away can use such an ink line to kill the person who is transformed into an ink bucket at any time.
And it was an extremely cruel fire that burned the body.
Why?
Of course it's to kill people and silence them.
"Can it be cut off?"
Shi Yan raised his purple bamboo sword, pointed at the ink line on the ground with one finger, and turned to ask Mo Qier.
Such a line exposed the whereabouts of the two people.
"Don't act recklessly, you will only hurt me at this time."
Mo Qier also saw that Shi Yan had good intentions, but this was really not the time.
If it could be cut off, he would have done it himself.
It just can't be done, this thing must be cut off by the user.
Of course there is another method, but the condition is that the caster has given up on the other end of the ink line.
"There is a way, but it must be done after the other end gives up."
Mo Qier told Yan Yan the method, and only by relying on Yan Yan could he save himself.
But there is nothing we can do now, and our hope cannot be pinned on Mo Ling'er and the other three.
If they don't do it right, they will really kill themselves. After all, they are almost losing their value.
And by controlling this ink line, they indirectly control their own destiny.
Something that can take someone's life at any time.
Maybe only rocks can save your life!
Mo Qier thought so in his heart.
Shi Yan and Mo Qier didn't leave either. They turned around and waited here, believing that the three of them would be here soon.
As expected!
Not long after, three figures appeared in the mist. After all, the sword energy was no longer in the mist and turned into ordinary things.
It just blocked the road ahead. With such an ink line to guide them, Mo Linger and the other two could easily reach the front of the rock and Mo Qier.
"Give me my stuff back."
As soon as Mo Ling'er saw the rock, she hurried a few steps closer to the rock and asked for it.
I came over shamelessly, there was nothing I could do, the thing was too precious, it was worth doing.
"What's yours?"
Shi Yan deliberately asked loudly so that his mother-in-law Yun could hear him.
Let her see the virtues of this prodigal thing like herself.
Mo Ling'er didn't dare to speak out, so she glanced sideways at the rock and cursed in a low voice.
He lowered his head and walked aside, pretending as if nothing had happened.
"Baby son, what's wrong!"
Aunt Yun noticed Mo Ling'er's abnormality and caught up with Mo Ling'er to ask.
"nothing."
How could Mo Ling'er dare to tell the truth? She had to run away from his mother.
It's like a mouse running away when it encounters a cat.
Aunt Yun looked at him suspiciously, then suddenly turned towards the rock, angrily.
She felt that the rock must have offended her son.
"Don't mess with my son, otherwise our Mo family won't let you go!"
Rock was stunned and looked at Aunt Yun like a monster.
Okay! What are you saying? If I mess with your son, the Mo family won't let me go.
If you knew what Mo Ling'er did, would you have the confidence to speak like this?
I really want to take out the Duan Inkstone and slap her on the face to see how thick-skinned she is.
"And you, a sinner of the Mo family, don't deserve to be with my son, get out of here!"
Aunt Yun looked at the rock without saying a word, and burned Mo Qier's body again.
Yi pointed angrily at Mo Qier and cursed.
"Ahem! Aunt Yun, Third Master, I thought I would never see you again, but you guys helped me out! Look, it's all here, there's no need to keep it any longer!"
As Mo Qier spoke, he looked at Aunt Yun and Mr. Mo. He didn't know who had planted the Mo Dou in his body. If he wanted to untie it, he needed this person to do it.
He deliberately pointed around to show them the purple bamboo forest and the entrance, indicating that they had arrived at their destination and that they were worthless.
You have the final say whether you live or die. Anyway, I won’t leave, so I don’t care about Tianyunbi.
"Haha! Indeed, there is no need to keep it!"
Mr. Mo suddenly laughed and walked up to Mo Qier and looked him up and down.
It was obvious that Mo Qier knew everything.
"You are nothing but useless. You are still practicing Qi after all these years. Look at my grandson who has successfully built the foundation. How can you compare? It is useless to keep it!"
Mr. Mo pointed at Mo Ling'er proudly, with his thumb raised, proudly bragging about his prowess.
Mo Qier shook his head and sighed in a low voice, what a bunch of idiots!
Pretend to be silent and say whatever you like.
Just treat it like you fart, it means nothing.
I can't stand the rocks any longer. As for Mo Ling'er, there's nothing to be proud of.
A prodigal thing, really worthless and useless.
Mo Qi'er has been waiting here for ten years, but he has no training resources. He has reached the peak of Qi training. If he is given the resources, he can still be worse than Mo Ling'er. It is a joke.
But there is no way to say this. Where is the cultivation level? Mo Ling'er is already in the foundation building state, and Mo Qier is still in the Qi training state. As for the reason, no one cares about it, right?
It's enough to distinguish between high and low, who cares about you, a weakling.
The weak deserve your misfortune, it's that simple.
