Qi Zhao stared closely at the young man not far away. He no longer doubted the authenticity of Chen Mo's words. This child was the best proof. Wen Ling's outline could still be vaguely seen from his appearance.
But how is this possible?
Back then, he witnessed Wen Ling being seriously injured and lying in a pool of blood with no breath. Even the two demon cultivators gave up the idea of finishing the attack and chased him directly. Could it be...
Old memories came to mind again, and Qi Zhao's heart was filled with guilt for the Taoist monk. He waved to Wen Kexiu with some fear and surprise: "Child, come here and let me see you..."
Cheng An looked at Chen Mo in a questioning manner, and the latter nodded inconspicuously. He immediately let Wen Kexiu go, and the father and son, who had never met before, slowly walked toward each other. Both sides were in disbelief. Desperately wanting to know.
Chen Mo nodded slightly at the side, which can be regarded as hitting the old guy's weakness. With his son in hand, there is no need to worry about Qi Zhao not giving in. In this way, he can truly escape from the Herb Garden!
The admiration for Chen Mo in Cheng An's heart was endless. From the first time they met to take care of Yueminghua, to when he took on the identity of the deacon of the medicine garden and subdued Qi Zhao, who was the most difficult to recruit...
One time it could be said that it was luck, but so many times combined, it was his personal precise calculation. There would only be two emotions following such a monk, worry and joy.
What he was afraid of was that one day he would even plot against the people around him. Such a monk was too terrifying. With Cheng An's mind, even if he was sold, he would still have to count the spiritual stones for Chen Mo.
But the exciting side is that he treats the people around him sincerely. He has calculated everything in advance, which can save his subordinates from taking many detours and just listen to his orders with peace of mind.
On the other side, the father and son finally met each other. Qi Zhao held Wen Kexiu in his arms and burst into tears. The young man seemed to be infected. Tears fell silently on his stubborn face, as if he had ignored his mother for more than ten years. , and silently let go of hatred at this moment.
He hugged his head and cried wantonly on the street, which naturally attracted a lot of surprised looks. Cheng An shouted away the people who were watching the excitement, quietly walked over and said in a low voice: "Senior Qi, there are so many people here. You two, father and son, should go back to a quiet place to reminisce about old times, what do you think?"
Qi Zhao hadn't lost his temper like this for a long time. After being reminded by Cheng An, he looked around and said apologetically: "It seems that I didn't think it through well. Then please ask Chen Xianshi to move over. We will talk about this in detail later." thing."
"That's very good." Chen Mo said with a slight smile.
Wen Kexiu rushed to put away the cooking cake stall on the side. Qi Zhao felt both relieved and distressed when he saw it. He had not been by his side since he was a child. How much the child had suffered in these years!
The group of people were silent. Qi Zhao's residence was not too far from Fangshi. After settling in Wen Kexiu, Chen Mo asked Cheng An to take him out for a walk, while he and Qi Zhao stayed in the simple wooden house.
"Master Chen Xian, I will never thank you for your kindness. No matter what instructions you have from now on, just come to me!"
Qi Zhao was the first to speak, and after finishing his words, he wanted to kneel down. Chen Mo quickly stopped him: "Senior Qi, you can't do it. It's just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning."
Seeing that Chen Mo was sincerely saving face for him, Qi Zhao couldn't help but sigh: "In the past ten years or so, little old man, I have met at least dozens of deacon disciples, but none of them are as humble and gentle as you. It’s not that I’m a talkative young man, it’s just that you have such a temper that you can’t tolerate it in the sect!”
"It doesn't matter." Chen Mo chuckled: "Chen doesn't practice to please others. He has already died of caring about other people's opinions. Senior Qi, let's talk openly today. I plan to let you manage the medicine garden alone. I wonder if you are willing to do most things?"
"Absolutely not! Although the little old man has some experience, after all, it happened more than ten years ago. Besides, the little old man is just an ordinary mortal now, and they are not qualified to give advice to the monks of the sect. If you will obey the discipline, Immortal Chen should take your life back!" Qi Zhao's head was a little dizzy. He guessed that Chen Mo would let him be his deputy, but he didn't guess that Chen Mo wanted him to directly intervene in such a big stall.
"Senior Qi's words are wrong. I don't want you to think it's not possible. As long as I think senior can do the job, it's fine. Just now, senior said he could do anything, but he changed his mind after a while?" Chen Mo said with a half-smile.
"this......"
Being choked by Chen Mo, Qi Zhao didn't know what to say for a while.
Chen Mo took advantage of the victory and patted the old man's arm and said: "That's it, it's better to hurry than to hurry up. Tomorrow, senior will follow me to the far north, where there are more than a dozen rare spiritual plants waiting to be taken care of!"
Without waiting for Qi Zhao to refuse, Chen Mo added: "Senior's contribution points will be calculated according to his status as deacon's deputy. But all the early training resources for Xiu's child will be provided by Chen, which will definitely allow him to reach the tenth level of Qi Refining as quickly as possible. I have a satisfactory explanation to my seniors.”
Qi Zhao gave a bitter smile. Why would a monk who thinks about him so much have any reason to be so vain here? He bowed deeply and said loudly: "I am willing to be sent by Deacon Chen without any second thoughts!"
...
Early the next morning, Chen Mo and Qi Zhao appeared in the Baicao Garden in the Far North Peak. They gathered all the working disciples into the open space in the garden and announced that from today on, Qi Zhao would be the acting deacon here. He is responsible for all matters in Baicao Garden. If anyone repeatedly disobeys orders because of his status as a mortal, he will be expelled from the garden on the spot, and his contribution will be deducted and he will never be employed.
The monks present were all here to contribute, and no one would be stupid enough to cause trouble themselves. They all promised in unison that the situation he mentioned would not happen.
Previously, there were several senior monks in Baicao Garden. Seeing Chen Mo taking the lead in attacking young people and fooling him by being passive and slow in work, Chen Mo directly exposed them and convinced them with his superb knowledge of grass and trees. In his opinion, as long as Qi Zhao doesn't Silly to the point of madness, he has no problem convincing the crowd with his skills.
Chen Mo has already laid the groundwork. If he still can't win, it's purely Qi Zhao's personal problem. He needs to find someone who can take charge of the family again.
The young man Wen Kexiu also came to the Baicao Garden. In just a few days, a door to a new world was slowly opened towards him with the help of Chen Mo.
He didn't expect that this fierce-looking young man would have such a strong voice in the sect. He could shout a few words and dozens of people would obey him. Even his own father would look up to his breath. It was really amazing.
After dispersing the disciples, Chen Mo and Qi Zhao returned to the thatched house outside the garden. Chen Mo handed him the jade slip with the records, nodded to the latter and said in admiration: "I didn't expect that Deacon Chen is so young. , not only has a clever mind, but he is also so good at cultivating spiritual plants and calculating accounts. It seems that the little old man will be able to take over normally soon!"
Chen Mo said with a smile: "Senior Qi, don't flatter me. It's just a matter of your duty. But if you don't like to hear it, senior should pay more attention to those rare spiritual plants. Don't make any mistakes. It must be done by an experienced person like you." The master who arrived will do it himself!"
Qi Zhao gave him another guarantee, and Chen Mo felt relieved. Before leaving, he mentioned: "I may have offended some people recently. Seniors, be careful. If anyone comes to the medicine garden to cause trouble, they will be rushed away." Take punishment.”
Chen Mo was naturally referring to Feng Yulin and the others. If they failed to assassinate him, they would use this disgusting trick to kill him if they couldn't save him. It would be better to take precautions in advance.
"Don't worry, Deacon Chen!" Qi Zhao said confidently, as if he had returned to his glorious training years.
...
The fact that Qi Zhao was recruited by Chen Mo spread throughout the conversations among the deacons in the medicine garden. They were all puzzled. How could the rock-solid old guy be moved by this kid's casual words?
Later, news came out that Chen Mo had found his long-lost descendant and had a future to cultivate, so he invited Qi Zhao to come out again.
What kind of bad luck did Chen Mo have to encounter such unbelievable things? For a time, many envious or jealous eyes were fixed on this new peak in the extreme north.
Some monks were also interested in Chen Mo. After careful investigation, they found that this person could obtain the identity of the deacon of the medicine garden with only the twelfth level of Qi refining. This was a young man with great potential. Therefore, knowing the location of his cave, many jade slips that wanted to make friends with him piled up like snowflakes, including the childlike girl Ling'er at the exchange meeting held by Lu Xiuyuan.
However, Chen Mo seemed to have gotten the news in advance and directly announced the retreat for cultivation. He did not see any visitors, but many people were turned away.
The medicine garden is on the right track. Apart from normal expenses, Chen Mo can receive a considerable amount of sect contribution points every month even if he does nothing. This makes him very happy, so he goes to the Ice and Fire Cave more and more often. got up.
Time flies, and before you know it, Chen Mo has been a member of the Fuyun Sect for nearly a year.
At the Thirty-Two Hole in the Sky, Chen Mo sweated like rain. As soon as he dispelled the scorching heat in his body, a cold feeling flooded into his limbs and bones, and the familiar feeling of freezing came, but this time the pain was much less than before.
"Is it possible that... we are about to break through?"
When Chen Mo thought of this, one can imagine the excitement in his heart. His spiritual power was still being refined, but this time he was practicing differently from before. The sea of spiritual power under his Dantian continued to surge upwards, disguised as a spiritual ball. The black stone was also pushed a little. Finally, after the next cycle, a large amount of impurity aura appeared in the spiritual veins, which was successfully collected under the black stone, making the white stone slab in the body more solid.
"Seventh level of Qi refining!!"
Chen Mo slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and did not stand up immediately. Instead, he condensed the extra spiritual power. Compared with the quality of the spiritual power in his body before, it was not up to standard, so it was necessary to purify it again.
Another half an hour passed before Chen Mo closed the formation of the stone cave and quickly walked out of the deep cave of Ice and Fire Cave.
"Junior Brother Chen, is today over so soon?"
Since Chen Mo always came to visit this place, all the monks on duty were very familiar with him. It happened that the person speaking now was the green-robed guard whom he met for the first time.
Due to the spiritual power of the Yin channel, and Chen Mo's inability to talk nonsense in a big way, the guards in Tsing Yi didn't notice that Chen Mo had broken through the realm.
After a few casual polite words, Chen Mo returned to his cave without stopping and checked his condition.
"The seventh level of Qi Refining... In terms of cultivation alone, I should be on par with the disciples at the thirteenth level of Qi Refining in the sect."
Chen Mo felt the majestic aura in his body and murmured to himself.
There is still more than a month before the Fuyun Sect's competition. During this period, the sect's competition ground has never been idle. There are monks practicing fighting skills all the time. In his free time, Chen Mo even secretly learned one and a half moves and came back to practice. There are still some useful gains.
Before entering Fuyun Sect, he had almost lost all his magic weapons. If he really wanted to get a good ranking in the competition, it would obviously be impossible without purchasing some magic weapons, pills, talismans, and the like.
Chen Mo's eyes flashed, he weighed the pros and cons, and decided not to fight for fame. He just went up to play two games and gave up immediately when he met a master.
It is not difficult to reach the bottom of the Qianxun Ranking, but this will inevitably attract the attention of some people. If the improved Bigu Pill is really successful, it will not be conducive to him operating everything behind the scenes.
"The seventh level of Qi refining is not enough... I need at least the ninth level of Qi refining! After taking the Fate-Defying Pill and some powerful magic weapons, I am qualified to fight with Lu Xiuyuan and others..."
The jade plate given to him by the older female cultivator has always been hanging in the middle of Chen Mo's cave. Whenever he relaxed, Chen Mo would think about the scene where he was out of place that day, and the look in his eyes when he was looked down upon by everyone was a constant reminder. He forged ahead.
"As for the exercises that are suitable for me to practice, I have to go to the Kung Fu Pavilion to choose a few recently." Chen Mo said, lightly tapping his right hand, and a green bead in the storage bag appeared in his hand.
It was the strange pearl he took out from Wen Ling's tomb in Huairen County.
It was not good to steal other people's belongings. Chen Mo hid his selfish motives and did not inform Qi Zhao and his son. Instead, he quietly found them in other ways. The cultivation resources he provided to Wen Kexiu in the past year alone were not enough in any one year. From the perspective of the disciples, it is a large amount of money.
"You can't find anything after wearing iron shoes. It turns out that it contains a strong vitality..."
Chen Mo only remembered this thing when he had some free time recently. After carefully considering the reactions of the living corpses at that time, he came to this conclusion.
Maybe the jade bead had been in a deep sleep before. Wen Ling had been burying the bones for so many years without causing the corpse to change. However, it happened just a few days after Chen Mo arrived, which caused the riot among the corpses in the cemetery.
Although it is a living thing, it is obviously a drop in the bucket for Chen Mo to practice the art of life and death of all things provided by the black stone. He estimated that this thing would allow him to cast forbidden spells at most three times, and then the required energy would be exhausted.
"There is a lot to do, take your time..."
Chen Mo planned the next thing, left the cave and rushed to Miaodan Peak. Bigu Pill was still the main thing he had to consider. Being able to solve this serious problem, all problems were solved.
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