Chapter 170 One Hundred

Style: Heros Author: Qingfu SanrenWords: 2214Update Time: 24/01/18 21:45:43
"Senior Mo, if I wanted to kill you, wouldn't it be better to do it when you were unconscious just now?" Jiang Yuebai asked with a smile.

Mo Baichun looked away, "Then you must be lucky that you didn't take advantage of my unconsciousness to attack."

Jiang Yuebai was stunned for a moment.

Mo Baichun looked outside and said casually, "As a casual cultivator, you don't have any means to save your life. How dare you let yourself pass out in front of strangers? Where are you going?"

Jiang Yuebai said, "At this time, everyone knows that it is safest not to fight in Chaotian Palace, so the area around Chaotian Palace is not safe. I plan to go to Lingwu Mountain, where there are low-level monks who grow spiritual tea, so it is relatively safe. "

Mo Baichun nodded and secretly looked at Jiang Yuebai. He had not seen her for ten years. The once lively and arrogant little girl had become calm and restrained, and her orifices were so exquisite that she did not dare to recognize her.

The point is, her innocent heart has not yet been wiped out by the cruelty of the world of cultivation.

In the situation just now, it would be difficult for Mo Baichun himself not to stop thinking about killing people and seizing treasures.

"Are you a disciple of Tianyan Sect?" Mo Baichun asked.

Jiang Yuebai did not deny it, nodded and said: "Tianyan Sect, Jiang Yuebai."

"Looking at your current cultivation level, your qualifications must be pretty good. You are at least an inner disciple. No wonder you refused to follow me back then. Where is your grandfather?"

"Passed away." Jiang Yuebai said calmly.

Mo Baichun knew from the change in Jiang Yuebai's expression that there must be sadness and frustration in it, so he didn't ask any more questions and just looked outside.

The cabin fell silent. Jiang Yuebai thought for a while and took the initiative to break the silence.

"Senior Mo, actually I came here specifically to thank you this time."

"I haven't helped you with anything, so what's there to thank you for?" Mo Baichun said.

Jiang Yuebai shook his head, "No, the magical stone method and puppets you left for me helped me get through the most difficult period. It was me who was young and frivolous and offended my seniors."

"Really?" Mo Baichun raised his eyebrows, "In that case, if you save me this time, everything will be settled."

After all the words of thanks were blocked, Jiang Yuebai saw Mo Baichun's empty lower body and hurriedly took out several puppets he made from the storage bracelet.

"Senior Mo, I have some puppets here. Can you see if they can be disassembled and reassembled? I will first help you lift the legs... to make it easier for you to move."

A monk cannot reshape his body until he reaches the Nascent Soul stage. Before that, Mo Baichun could only rely on puppets to move.

Mo Baichun raised his hand to look through several types of puppets, "Is this for mining? It seems that you have put a lot of thought into this aspect over the years. It's good to break the rules. You have a bit of talent as a puppet master."

Mo Baichun began to dismantle the puppet and modify its parts. Several of the techniques dazzled Jiang Yuebai.

"Senior Mo, I didn't see clearly just now. How did you connect this piece and still be able to rotate it in eight directions without being affected?"

"Want to know?" Mo Baichun asked with a smile.

Jiang Yuebai nodded vigorously, his eyes bright.

Mo Baichun stretched out his hand and said, "One hundred middle-grade spiritual stones."

"Cough!" Jiang Yuebai choked on his saliva.

Mo Baichun chuckled, "We casual cultivators are different from your sect monks who have no worries about food and clothing and have great love. When I wanted to take you in, I naturally had to lay some bait. Now I know that you will not be my disciple. I Why should I teach you for nothing?"

Jiang Yuebai:…………

"Seeing that we are somewhat destined to be together, I can teach you two tricks, but the price is clearly marked. Do you understand, little girl?"

Jiang Yuebai nodded with a grimace. Although he felt that Mo Baichun was very realistic, he also felt that what she said made sense and could not refute it.

"Then I won't ask you about the puppet mechanism technique. I want to know what you used to control the two foundation-building monks when you just dealt with them?"

"Ten middle-grade spiritual stones."

Jiang Yuebai glared, "You have to charge money for this? Then I give you these puppets and you have to charge money!

"

Mo Baichun chuckled, "I'm just kidding you, that's the secret technique of the puppet master, the 'Thread Control Technique'. Divine consciousness turns into silk, which can more accurately control puppets in battle."

"I see, secret techniques...are more expensive, right?"

"One hundred...high-quality spiritual stones!"

Jiang Yuebai stared, sure enough!

Mo Baichun continued to be busy, while Jiang Yue watched her dismantling, remodeling and assembling with helpless eyes.

"Senior Mo, what are you doing here..."

"One hundred middle-grade spiritual stones."

"..."

"Senior Mo, you..."

"one hundred."

"..."

"Moke~ I didn't want to ask anything, please continue, continue."

Jiang Yuebai scratched his head irritably.

She hasn't gone to Huaxi Valley to collect her income for the past six months, and she only has four hundred middle-grade spiritual stones with her, so she can only ask four questions.

Jiang Yuebai covered her face, feeling for the first time how expensive knowledge is.

With his legs simply assembled, Mo Baichun slowly walked out of the cabin, stretched his muscles outside, and looked back in the direction of the Ten Thousand Poison Forest. The war was basically over, and the world returned to silence.

"I really suffered a big loss this time. I lost my realm, used up all the puppets I had accumulated over the past ten years, and let those two brats from the Baiyang Sect take a lot of the good stuff."

"What a pity. I was so unlucky that I almost died. They must not be much better. Who would have known that the biggest treasure buried under the ruins of the Demon Sect that day was actually a Tai Sui!"

"Taisui?" Jiang Yuebai came out and asked curiously, "Is it Ganoderma lucidum?"

Mo Baichun smiled, "That is the true Tai Sui that combines the filthy turbidity of heaven and earth and has been suppressed underground for tens of thousands of years. As long as it gets a little bit of it, you will be plagued with bad luck."

"So you dug it out?"

Mo Baichun nodded, "Yes, I was sprayed with disgusting filth by that thing, and then the ruins exploded."

Jiang Yuebai suddenly thought of the baby she had met, and felt a chill in her back.

"What does Tai Sui... look like?"

Mo Baichun frowned, "It looks disgusting. Anyway, next time you encounter it, be sure not to get it on your body."

Jiang Yuebai secretly remembered that although the description was different, she felt that the milk doll was Tai Sui.

"Although it is said that touching Tai Sui will bring bad luck, Tai Sui itself is a rare wood spirit of heaven and earth, and its medicinal properties are a hundred times more powerful than the life-extending pill. It just depends on who has the courage to use Tai Sui as medicine."

“If you swallow Tai Sui, you will live forever, but you will also be unlucky for thousands of years. It’s interesting to think about it~”

Jiang Yuebai's eyes lit up when he heard the word 'Heaven and Earth Wood Spirit', but when he heard the following words, his eyes suddenly became distracted and his heart was full of rejection.

"Little girl," Mo Baichun looked back at Jiang Yuebai, "There is someone who can cure my injury, but I can't go there by myself at the moment. You send me there, and I will use the "Thread Control Technique" and a 'Jianxiao Puppet' Thank you, how about it?"

Jiang Yuebai didn't rush to agree and asked, "Where is that person?"

"Duhunling Ridge, Poison Doctor Xue Liuzhi."

Jiang Yuebai's expression changed slightly. She often heard people talking about this person in Chaotian Palace.

Said that he is a weirdo, with early stage cultivation of Jindan, living alone in the depths of Broken Soul Ridge.

Duanhun Ridge is full of poisonous flowers and poisonous insects, which is more dangerous than the Ten Thousand Poison Forest. Only those who have broken through his Hundred Poison Pond can be qualified to ask for his treatment.

But half of those who came to visit him could not come back. When the remaining half came back, they all said that his medical skills were unparalleled in the world.

only……

Jiang Yuebai frowned, "Senior Mo, I wonder if you have heard that only male cultivators have the chance to escape Xue Liuzhi unscathed?"

Mo Baichun sighed, "I know, but I have no other choice at the moment. It's okay if you don't want to. I still need some time to cultivate. You can think about it slowly."