Due to her background and background, Zheng Lu's skin was fairer than most of the women in the county. Her upper part was not covered by the square cloth, and she had a pair of almond-shaped eyes that were shining brightly. Seeing Chen Mo looking at her in ecstasy, she couldn't help but smile and said: "Brother Chen, is my little sister pretty?"
The status of women in casual cultivator families is not very high. They can't even make the final decision on their own marriage. The decision is usually made by their parents after discussing with the elders of the family. They are forced to marry someone who is more powerful than the family. This kind of thing is not uncommon among people.
Although Chen Mo is an unknown casual cultivator, his master is Sun Laoguai, a top-level alchemist among the famous Xingyang Immortals in the world of cultivation. If Zheng Lu can commit herself to him, then when Chen Mo becomes a disciple, their Zheng family will The strength ranking will also move forward.
Moreover, once Zheng Lu became Chen Mo's Taoist companion and his disciple-in-law asked Chen Mo some questions about alchemy skills, if he didn't know how to ask Sun Xing, could the latter still hide his secret?
Compared with an unknown future and partner, Zheng Lu would rather choose the opportunity she can seize now. Although Chen Mo looks ordinary, after a brief contact, she felt that this person is not an ambitious person. Even after getting together, She was also confident that she could control the situation and hold him firmly in her hands.
"It's okay." Chen Mo replied ambiguously.
With the slender breeze blowing around, Zheng Lu pulled back a strand of black hair that blocked her vision: "Then, Brother Chen must have seen a girl more beautiful than my little sister."
"In your eyes, do all male monks value beauty?"
The afterglow of the setting sun gave the boundless desert a fiery red color of burning flames. The scorching heat wave gradually dissipated, and the dim night slowly opened, slowly covering this lonely and desolate world.
Zheng Lu stood up first, shook the sand off her body, and stared into the distance: "Brother Chen, do you know how the boundless desert was formed?"
Chen Mo nodded and said calmly: "Two thousand and six hundred years ago, this place was an endless grassland. Due to some unknown reasons, this place suffered from drought for nearly seventy years, destroying the vegetation, and the strong winds eroded the soil and desertified it. Mortal people could not survive and eventually migrated, and after so many years of evolution, it expanded to its current level.”
"I didn't expect that Brother Chen had already conducted in-depth research on our place of life before he came. I admire him!"
A different kind of brilliance bloomed in Zheng Lu's eyes: "Yes, it is indeed the case. Not only are mortals unable to survive, but even monks who enter it will have their cultivation greatly reduced. This does not include the monsters and beasts living in it. This dangerous place has been formed for thousands of years and cannot be crossed by non-Elixir-forming monks."
"Furthermore, the main cause of the disaster is also recorded in the secret history of our family. It is said that two powerful men with great cultivation were fighting here. One of them used some kind of extremely powerful spiritual treasure. The scattered residual power alone, So this place has been in drought for seventy years!”
After hearing this, Chen Mo was shocked. He was no longer a rookie who had just stepped into the world of cultivation. A magic weapon can only be called a spiritual treasure if it has a spirit. An ordinary low-grade spiritual treasure is enough to cause many fights among pill-forming monks, let alone Tina is a psychic treasure that surpasses top-grade spiritual treasures and breaks through the limits!
"What kind of battle is that..."
Chen Mo quickly cleared his mind of unnecessary thoughts. He was just a Qi-refining monk. Knowing too much would irreparably damage and shake his Taoist heart. Once he lost his confidence in practice, it would be too late. .
Zheng Lu looked at Chen Mo's face and said softly: "One thought can turn into a sea, and one intention can turn into a mulberry field. Their cultivation state is beyond our reach in this life, but as long as Brother Chen is willing, we can still retain family ties, friendship, and love. And all the beauty in the world of cultivation, don’t you think so?”
The night and the desert merged into one at the distant horizon, and the smoke was vast. Chen Mo's vision was a little blurred. The beautiful shadow in Xianyun Valley three years ago overlapped with the wild and bold Zheng Lu now, like a poem or a dream.
When the two of them returned to Huangsha County and were close to their wedding, the lonely man and the widow stayed away all night, but outsiders couldn't help but think too much. When they walked back to the Zheng family mansion, the lights were still bright inside, and dozens of monks were coming in and out of the courtyard all night long. , carrying various items for sale that were about to go to the casual cultivator conference.
After getting Chen Mo's answer in the boundless desert, she felt a little depressed. Maybe the intersection between the two people would end here.
Zheng Lu took off her hood and square cloth, revealing her delicate face: "It's getting late, Brother Chen, the little girl will go back first."
Chen Mo hummed: "Speaking of which, I would also like to thank Miss Zheng for accompanying me today."
"You're welcome. Aren't we friends?" Zheng Lu smiled sweetly and waved goodbye to Chen Mo. The latter returned the favor and walked back to the residence of Zheng's guests without stopping.
Passing by one of the courtyards, there was a middle-aged monk whose cultivation level was comparable to that of a lunatic, standing in front of him, boosting the morale of the twenty or so Qi Refining monks who were standing neatly in the courtyard.
"We are members of the Zheng family in life! We are the souls of the Zheng family in death!!"
The leader, the middle-aged monk surnamed Zheng, shouted loudly, and the more than 20 monks also shouted hoarsely.
"We are for the family! We are not afraid of sacrifice! Dare to fight!"
"The family has given us everything! Without the family, we would not be where we are today! No matter when and where, we will defend the Zheng family to the death!!"
Every time he said something, the monks below shouted loudly in agreement. Everyone's expression was very serious, without any hesitation or objection.
Chen Mo just felt that they were weird. It seemed that everyone had a certain temperament, but he couldn't tell the specifics. He looked at them for a while and saw that they were going back and forth but those few words were a bit boring, so he left.
The candlelight in the room was on. Chen Mo adjusted his breathing and pushed the door open. Sun Xing had been waiting for him at the main seat for a long time.
"Meet Master." Chen Mo saluted in a low voice.
"Did that little girl hook up with you?" Sun Xing was so quick in thinking. At their age, how could Zheng Qingyuan's little moves be hidden from his eyes?
Chen Mo: "Disciples are devoted to the Tao and will never be tainted by the love between men and women."
"Is this how you rejected that girl Wu Shuang?"
Chen Mo's breath was stagnant.
"She doesn't look very good, but she is very lucky!" Sun Xing said angrily: "I don't care how you and Wushuang are doing, but this girl is not good, do you understand?"
"Disciple understands." Chen Mo agreed without any hesitation.
Asking him to be so sensible, Sun Xing's expression softened a little: "Tell me. I have told you everything from the time when I went into retreat at the Tianding Chamber of Commerce until now!"
This was all what he expected, so Chen Mo explained to Sun Xing the turmoil caused by the essence blood of the Vajra Bear monster, but he did not mention the bloody battle with more than a dozen Qi Refining monks. The injury he received pushed up the Yi Yuan grass.
"You bastard still wants to practice physical training..." Sun Xing glared at him: "You are not the first or the last monk to cultivate both body and law, and my teacher will not advise you. You will know how to practice at the same time when you are in the foundation building period. It’s difficult.”
Chen Mo smiled awkwardly, handed Yi Yuancao to Sun Xing, and stood aside waiting for instructions.
"Still not leaving! Are you ready to receive the reward?" Sun Xing glanced at him sideways.
Chen Mo was about to leave immediately, but was called back by Sun Xing. He puffed his beard and glared: "You bastard! You are such a blockhead. Do you really think that your teacher is a robber? Take it!"
A small gray wooden box fell into Chen Mo's arms, followed by Sun Xing's words: "This is a consumable high-grade magic weapon that is transformed into the master's natal flying sword. You can use it selectively. If you use it all at once, You can kill a monk who is in the early stage of foundation building. You can use it twice, and each time you can only kill one monk who has reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining. How about that?"
A top-grade magic weapon, for example, is a typical pot with as much rice as it is. When used at the eleventh level of Qi Refining, it can exert at most about one-tenth of its own power. When used by monks in the early stage of foundation building, it is the magic weapon. All its own power.
The consumable high-grade magic weapon is different. When used by monks in the Qi Refining Stage, they can also exert the power of the Foundation Establishment Stage.
Of course, such a powerful magic weapon cannot be made simply. First of all, only one's own magic weapon can be transformed, and when making a consumable magic weapon, its body will be greatly damaged. Every foundation-building monk, If you can make at most one magic weapon within ten years, it will take a long time to recuperate.
If we look at the value alone, the magic weapon Sun Xing gave Chen Mo was worth a bit more than the Yi Yuancao he took out.
Taking the gray wooden box in surprise, Chen Mo left Sun Xing's room excitedly, returned to his residence, and placed all his current belongings on the table.
An embroidery needle, nine flying knives, a black cloak with strong defensive power, eight black bows and arrows and a black long bow.
These are regular mid-level magic weapons, and they are all used at long distances. Chen Mo feels that he should add some more close combat magic weapons.
He looked at the ice muscle grass that he had worked so hard for. If he found a safe place and sold this thing, he would get a large amount of spiritual stones, which would be enough to offset his losses in the Green Demon Valley, and even make some more.
Then there are his two heavyweight magic weapons: the silver mirror and the gray wooden box he just got, which can be used to save his life to a certain extent.
However, without the binding of the magic rope, it would undoubtedly be much more difficult for Chen Mo to use the silver mirror.
The final trump card, something he both loves and hates, is still sleeping in his dantian. What makes him feel strange is that through the battle in Qingyao Valley, the black stone's cultivation level has increased instead of decreasing, and it has been secretly with him. The fifth level of spiritual energy refining is flat, which is not a good sign.
"You have to practice quickly..." Chen Mo sighed: "Xiao Xuan Gong has been wasted during this period, and I have to make up for it quickly..."
Even before reaching the foundation building stage, Chen Mo already felt the pain of multitasking.
"There is also Li Yanjun's green gourd. It is best to sell it at the casual cultivator conference and exchange it for a Kung Fu book that allows for faster escape." Chen Mo thought in his mind. If he could escape quickly in Qingyao Valley, how could it be possible? The risk of a tough fight and near-fall to follow?
Fu Zuan also needs to replenish the spirit stones. Although he can refine elixirs, he does not have an alchemy furnace. This is also a problem that needs to be solved.
There were too many things at hand, so Chen Mo could only pick the most urgent ones to do first. He immediately took out two middle-grade spiritual stones and started practicing silently in his room late at night.
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