Facts have proved that most things in the world of cultivation are not a problem as long as they can be settled with spiritual stones.
Early the next morning, Chen Mo received a message from Dong Ming, asking him to meet at the central square of Wuluo City in two days. At noon, the spiritual beast and crane would stay there for an hour.
At that time, he can leave Wei State on his flying mount.
Chen Mo nodded secretly, approached the candle and lit the letter sent by the servant. With a few flicks of his wrist, it was burned into a puddle of ashes.
He admired Dong Ming's attitude in doing things. To receive money from others, one must have the ability to help others eliminate disasters. Unlike a few elders of Fuyun Sect, who wanted the horse to run fast but didn't want to let the horse eat grass. How can such a good thing happen?
In an unfamiliar environment, it was not convenient for Chen Mo to practice magic, so he had nothing to do and recited the "Baicao Jing" silently several times to deepen his knowledge of elixirs.
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Two days later, the square of Wuluo City.
A crane with a body of two feet high descended here, causing everyone onlookers to look up eagerly and point in low voices. Several female cultivators in the Qi refining stage even exclaimed exaggeratedly.
Chen Mo also saw this bird. Its legs were extremely slender and long, and its body was completely black, which was in sharp contrast to the white down on its abdomen and wings.
The top of the crane's head is like a touch of cinnabar, which not only does not destroy the beauty, but also adds an aura derived from nature.
"Wow, what a beautiful spiritual beast!"
"It's so beautiful. When can I get one?"
"Let's go over and take a look!"
Several female cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage who had never seen the world were chirping as they walked over curiously. They stroked the feathers of the bird's wings. They felt smooth and delicate, even smoother than the most expensive silk.
Chen Mo would not let go of his worth as a foundation-building monk, so he also went to touch a spiritual beast. He was standing in the crowd at this time, listening carefully to Dong Ming's instructions.
"Brother Chen, take this token. Although the relationship has been settled, the sect still needs to be superficial. If anyone asks, just answer the alliance mission he performed."
Dong Ming said one sentence at a time in the voice of only the two of them.
Chen Mo took over and nodded and said: "Brother Dong, don't worry, I'm not a fledgling monk and I won't cause you any trouble."
Dong Ming said with a smile: "If the world were full of monks like Brother Chen, the world of cultivation would be much more peaceful."
"How can things go as planned? Just get used to it." Chen Mo said calmly, glanced around a few times seemingly casually, and then asked doubtfully:
"By the way, Brother Dong, why are the majority of the monks who flew to Chu State this time at the Qi Refining stage, including the Foundation Establishment monks, and there are less than four of them?"
"They are all going to perform tasks. We can't let you and me, the foundation-building monks, do some insignificant things, right?" Dong Ming patted Chen Mo's chest and explained with a chuckle.
"That's the same truth." Chen Mo nodded.
At this time, an old man with an immortal spirit walked up to the spirit beast and slowly opened his palm. There was actually a bright yellow pill inside. Even though they were far away, Chen Mo and others could smell it. The smell of moldy vegetables.
However, a surprising scene occurred.
The crane, which had been looking around, suddenly dropped its gaze back to the bottom. Its two soybean-sized eyes focused, stretched out its long and curved neck, and swallowed the elixir into its belly with a swish of its sharp beak.
At the same time, a light and airy aura instantly lingered around the crane, and the old man said with great enthusiasm:
"The monks heading to the capital of Chu are getting ready to leave."
Chen Mo's eyes moved, and several monks who came after hearing the news came forward, "Brother Chen, take care." Dong Ming cupped his hands and said, Chen Mo returned the salute, then followed the others and jumped into the air, dodging a few times before riding on The crane.
The gap between the bird's wings and the position of its spine can carry people. Chen Mo randomly chose a place to sit down.
After a few breaths, another foundation-building monk also came over. Chen Mo glanced at him and saw that he looked to be forty or fifty years old.
"Little brother, my sitting here won't affect you, right?"
The middle-aged monk said with a smile. He was not too close to Chen Mo, and was still a few feet away.
Flying mounts were not unique to Chen Mo, so he had to say: "Of course." As he spoke, driven by the old man, the crane gradually flapped its wings and soared into the sky.
A strong push on his back suddenly came, and Chen Mo's entire body suddenly sank into the soft feathers. Even if he was a foundation-building monk, he would not be able to avoid the embarrassment of weightlessness when he tried to fly a mount for the first time.
Looking at the middle-aged monk next to him, it was obvious that he was no inexperienced novice. As early as the moment the crane took off, he raised his hand and summoned a ray of spiritual energy to protect the body, avoiding embarrassing things from happening.
"Little brother, is this your first time riding a flying mount?" Chen Mo tilted his head and watched the Wuluo City under his feet gradually shrink and slowly condense into an inconspicuous black spot on the plane. Suddenly, he heard someone shouting. He looked back and saw that he was still the middle-aged monk who had taken the initiative to come forward from the beginning.
Chen Mo didn't have a good impression of this kind of familiar cultivator, so he didn't say anything to him. The middle-aged monk must be a master of insight into people's hearts. Seeing that Chen Mo didn't answer, he laughed again and said:
"My little brother is too cautious. It will take several days to fly all the way. Wouldn't it be suffocating to death if we don't talk and chat?" The middle-aged monk said: "I'm Kang Wanlong. I still don't know my little brother's name?"
"Chen Ping." Chen Mo said casually. It was just a chance encounter anyway, so there was no need to tell him his real name.
Now that they knew each other's names, Chen Mo might as well open the skylight and speak frankly, and said bluntly:
"Fellow Daoist Kang, there are so many cultivators on this crane, and it is a kind of fate that you can find me to chat."
"Haha, little brother, what you said is wrong. The old man driving the crane doesn't like to talk. The other person is a woman. He is chatting with a group of Qi Refining monks and they feel restrained. What do you think I should do?"
"It seems that Kang Daoyou has been planning it since the square. This is really an honor for Chen."
Chen Mo said lukewarmly. Even so, everyone could hear the displeasure in his tone.
At this time, the crane flew to the extreme height of the sword, and the land of the Seven Kingdoms was no longer visible under the cover of the mist. There were endless clouds upwards, like endless rolling snow-capped mountains.
Seeing that Chen Mo and most of the monks were immersed in the illusory beauty, Kang Wanlong coughed lightly and said: "Brother Chen, you are about to enter the next level. If you don't take precautions, you will suffer a lot."
After that, the person summoned the Condensing Light Refining Color. Chen Mo wanted to ignore it, but he felt that this person would not be wrong, so he activated the heavy water fish scale armor he was wearing with a thought.
Although this protective treasure obtained in the secret realm was slightly spiritually damaged by Meng Qianqiu, it was generally harmless. Besides, Chen Mo had been idle for a while, so it must have almost recovered.
Shortly after Kang Wanlong finished speaking, the bird and crane suddenly increased their speed, and their streamlined bodies looked up at a long rainbow drawn in the sky, reaching directly into the clouds.
In an instant, countless surging clouds and mist filled the air, accompanied by suffocating winds, directly facing the people on the crane.
The cultivators in the Qi refining stage were the most unlucky. In an instant, four people were knocked off their feet. Fortunately, everyone reacted in time and firmly grabbed the feathers of the crane. Otherwise, they would have ended up being shattered to pieces.
The few remaining powerful people also looked frightened. They did not have the barrier to resist easily compared to the foundation-building monks. They had to use their spiritual power to resist, and they had no time to care about the scene around them.
Chen Mo looked at the other two foundation-building monks. It was obviously the first time for the woman to ride on a bird. Her hair was blown into an extremely messy mess. The strong wind made her burst into tears, and her delicate makeup was also ruined.
But the old man who was the imperial crane was still looking forward, seemingly turning a deaf ear to what was happening behind him, not reminding him, and having no obligation to take care of it.
Chen Mo knew that this was because there was no benefit. As the saying goes, the king of hell is easy to mess with and the devil is difficult to deal with. These guys are not good at helping, but their ability to cause trouble is worth ten.
However, Chen Mo was unscathed, so he thought about it and let it go. "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for reminding me." Chen Mo said to Kang Wanlong with some gratitude in his heart.
"No, Kang is blind. A monk in the early stage of foundation building can resist the strong wind of the first level. Brother Chen's cultivation is simply admirable!"
The crane arrived above the clouds. Chen Mo was curious about what he said and asked: "What is the first level of the sky?"
"The first level of heaven is a flight route that only monks above the elixir formation stage can fly in the sky. Usually some sixth-level flying mounts can also reach it. Spiritual beasts... After all, they are somewhat different from humans. Fellow Daoist Chen should be able to understand I understand." Kang Wanlong explained seriously.
Sixth-level spiritual beasts are equivalent to the late stage of foundation building for monks. Coupled with their innate magical powers, there is nothing wrong with being able to break through the limitations of the sky.
"No wonder I have never seen monks in the alchemy stage show up in the secular world. I bet they have their own passage..." Chen Mo thought to himself.
Seeing is not necessarily believing, and you still have to reach a certain stage before you can understand things clearly.
In fact, foundation-building monks like Chen Mo don't like to make a big show in the secular world, and usually wield swords at very high altitudes. The monks in the Qi refining stage have flying talismans, which can also fly hidden in the low clouds and will not be noticed by people in the secular world.
As for why, Chen Mo was not very clear. He guessed that it might be a rule that the cultivation world abides by default.
Otherwise, these so-called gods would always show up, killing and injuring people with a wave of their hands, treating human life as nothing, and the people would be panicked and frightened. How could they survive their days?
"So that's it." Chen Mo said with emotion: "No wonder there is no need to worry about safety issues. To be able to kill flying mounts on the first level of the sky, one must at least be at the pill formation stage. Being targeted by such an old monster, it doesn't make any difference where he flies. , are all dead.”
Kang Wanlong smiled and said: "Yes, that's why I say Brother Chen has profound cultivation."
"Haha, what does this mean? Compared with Brother Kang, the richness of practice experience is the most important."
Chen Mo also gave the other party a high hat, and the two looked at each other and smiled, looking as if the host and guest were enjoying themselves.
What Chen Mo resented the most was someone taking the opportunity to strike up a conversation and plot against him. Since the monk in front of him only wanted to kill time, Chen Mo also let down his guard and gradually began to get familiar with him.
So in the next few days, the two of them chatted about trivial matters in the spiritual world. Most of them were hearsay, either bizarre and shocking, or sexy and moving. In short, they were all useless things. However, it also gave Chen Mo a little more insight.
Before leaving, Kang Wanlong exchanged a formation book for Chen Mo's three bottles of recovery elixirs. This was also the hidden goal of his trip. Chen Mo did not refuse. There was nothing wrong with doing things that were mutually beneficial.
The world of cultivation is also a place where interests and logic are important. No cultivator who is looking at him while walking on the road will feel that he has been greatly offended and would like to have the idea of destroying the other person. That is the stupidest cultivator in the world. green.
There are as many cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage as there are crucian carp crossing the river, and it doesn't matter if dozens of them die, but it is different in the Foundation Building Stage. It is a career that has not been worked hard for decades, and you can still hear the sound of spiritual stones thrown into the water. , how can a person be so fragile that he dies at the drop of a hat?
Then again, killing is easy, but problems will follow after the pleasure. A series of complicated things such as revenge, interpersonal relationships, and follow-up resolutions, etc., if the perpetrators did not calculate in advance, they would inevitably fail.
This is also the reason why most monks recruit disciples and put their character before their qualifications.
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A few days later at night, the spirit crane landed in a suburb in the middle of the Chu Kingdom. There was a hidden transit pavilion here. When Chen Mo and others stepped off the spirit beast, there were already four monks in the early stages of foundation building waiting for their arrival. .
Naturally, Chen Mo would not get together with the group of Qi Refining Stage monks. He was stopped by another square-faced monk, who took the token and checked it. The other person asked casually: "What are you doing?"
"Alliance mission." Chen Mo also answered briefly. The latter nodded slightly, and soon everyone stopped caring about Chen Mo's whereabouts.
Chen Mo identified the direction, walked for a while, and finally walked out of this deserted road. He closed his eyes, and the map of Chu State in his mind suddenly became very clear, "Qinfeng County..." Chen Mo sighed. , after many years, he is finally returning to his second hometown where he has bottomed out in his spiritual practice.
I wonder, the Chen family who helped him refine the Fate-defying Pill is still there? How are Du Hang, Leng Zhe and the others building the new city of Qinfeng County? Are there other treasures inhabiting the secret passage among the black stones?
With a curious mind, Chen Mo summoned the sword cluster, took out a heavenly sword at will, and rose into the sky.
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