Lin Yuqin cleaned up the room very quickly. Chen Mo didn't wait long before he saw the door open and she walked out lightly.
"Thank you, sorry for the trouble." Chen Mo said to her, but Lin Yuqin said angrily: "Isn't this a public statement?"
"Okay, that would be disrespectful." Chen Mo replied with a smile.
Lin Yuqin looked at the back of Chen Mo who was about to push the door in. He hesitated for a while, and finally said: "Brother Chen, are you still angry with her?"
Chen Mo looked back at her: "Do you want to hear the truth?"
Lin Yuqin pursed her lips and did not continue to ask. She just said, "Okay, then I'll go back."
Chen Mo looked at Lin Yuqin who was gradually walking away, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Then he stopped thinking about it and strode into the room.
The furnishings in the room were as usual. Chen Mo went straight to the table, picked up a pen and paper, and hastily wrote down a name that he hated extremely.
"Is she here specifically for herself?"
"If not, how can we stay away from her?"
“Considering the worst-case scenario, how should we prepare?”
Chen Mo has a habit of writing. If he analyzes the problems he is thinking about, many troubles can be easily solved.
"Um......"
Chen Mo looked at the three sentences he had written and fell into deep thought. After a while, he came to a general conclusion.
"It should be a coincidence that I met her. My whereabouts are not under anyone's control. There is no reason for her to know that I am here so that she would not get into trouble..."
Chen Mo clearly remembered that Lin Yuqin had said that she was a complete cultivator. In his understanding, once a cultivator's limbs were damaged, it would be a regret that could never be repaired. Chen Mo cut off the arm himself, so there was no way to hide it. Such rhetoric, where did she steal the other arm?
"What's more, there is also a monk in the alchemy stage accompanying him..."
Chen Mo guessed that this Danjie monk might be connected to the Demonic Island, and he must be an acquaintance of Meng Qianqiu. If there was a fight, he would have no chance of winning, and even escape would be a distant hope.
"But... I am not just a small fish in the Qi refining period. I am also a protector of the sect. I am also a righteous person. If Meng Qianqiu kills a foundation-building monk of another sect without any reason, there will definitely be some Some bad influences..."
Thinking of this, Chen Mo tore off the papyrus and wrote a series of more than ten identical letters, with only one content, which was to tell the general story.
He planned to give some to the innkeeper and some to the Tianding Chamber of Commerce. He saw the latter when he entered the city and it looked like it was not far from here.
"If I don't come to pick it up in a few days, let them send it to Fuyun Sect..."
Chen Mo secretly thought: "Tell Zhong Qing again. If something unexpected happens, there will be an informed witness."
No matter how stupid the sect's law enforcement hall is, leaving so many clues is enough to convict Meng Qianqiu. Without praying that the two sects can go to full-scale war for him, it is enough to make Meng Qianqiu throw a rat into a trap.
"Cultivation, cultivation, it's still his cultivation!"
Chen Mo sighed and lay helplessly on the bed. The lingering fragrance between his nose could be left by Lin Yuqin, or it could be the incense prepared by the inn.
Chen Mo stood up in a hurry and slapped himself twice: "You bitch, what a bitch!" Chen Mo cursed loudly while slapping his face fiercely, as if his personality was split. If anyone else saw this, A scene that would inevitably make him look like a fool.
"Pah! Pah!"
Chen Mo was merciless to himself and slapped him until his cheeks were slightly red and swollen before he stopped. Trying to get rid of the emotion just now, he closed his eyes to rest and look at the spiritual energy cultivation in his body.
After wandering in the world for nearly four months, his cultivation was almost at a standstill. The spiritual fluid in his Dantian also told him that he had not practiced seriously in all aspects since he established the foundation, and he used whatever magic weapons he had.
With such a foolish cultivation attitude, he did not die at the hands of the demon cultivator, which is already a great blessing.
Chen Mo knew that luck could save him once, but it could not save him every time. The only real truth was to become stronger.
The cultivator's use of spells requires a level of proficiency. It is said that after reading a book a hundred times, the meaning will appear automatically, and the same is true when using it in practice. Take the Qianxuan Sword Formation as an example. Chen Mo now has different insights every time he uses it. It's just shallow experience.
If you are really proficient, this situation will not happen at all. Only by exploring and moving forward in denial and practicing diligently can you achieve success in magic.
"I only learned one and a half moves of the sword skills taught by Master Liu. Thinking about it... I really feel ashamed of his old man's instructions."
"I'm not yet proficient in the Qianxuan Sword Formation, but I'm pretty good at the first three moves, but it's a drop in the bucket to use it against enemies of the same level..."
In terms of actual cultivation, it is also a mess. Nearly 70% of the total amount of Yin spirit power will be lost by 10% in improvement, and the power of the moves used will be greatly reduced.
A part of the vitality and spiritual power has not been thought of how to use, and it is still far away from finding something to transform into vitality...
Only through repeated consumption and recovery can a cultivator's cultivation level be slightly improved. Fierce fights with monsters or cultivators, as well as the understanding of life and death, may make the cultivation level improve faster, but one's own The danger has also increased exponentially.
Most people in the world of cultivation mainly take elixirs and retreat. Although it is safe to ascend in this way, the flowers in the greenhouse cannot withstand the wind and rain, and they are really desperate. Their ambitions are far-reaching. Far less tenacious than the former.
However, now Chen Mo can't even do something as simple as self-cultivation. His cultivation level is no different from when he first established the foundation. In such a confused state, he still wants to have a fight with Meng Qianqiu. Chen Mo will no longer be blind to himself. Confidence is really life-or-death.
After all, in the secret realm, he relied on his own fusion of the unknown treasure, the black stone, and the body of spiritual power that Qingqiu Fox gave him that was always full of energy. He also met Meng Qianqiu, who was fighting fiercely with several people in the battle, and who was in the weakest state. , and then they managed to achieve an even tie.
The energetic low-class horse luckily defeated the high-class horse that was so hungry that it fainted. How could it be possible to rely on luck to win again?
Chen Mo thought about it carefully. If his body was dominated by the Millennium Bauhinia Fruit and was fused with the black stone, he should be able to fight. Unfortunately, the thing had fallen into a solid state since returning from the secret realm, which made him want to study it. The chances are gone.
The strange situation during foundation building also affected him. Chen Mo divided his cultivation into two stages. When it was stable, it was okay. Once he entered a state of chaos, he didn't know how much the redbud fruit's medicinal power would provide him. It was ten. No one can tell whether the effect will be in a year or a thousand years, not even the owner of his body.
In addition, the degree of mastery of cultivation techniques, the improvement of the resistance of the monk's body, and the stagnation of dependence on the spiritual consciousness since the help of Xuantianlian...
Chen Modu chose to ignore it. In other words, his laissez-faire thinking was already very dangerous.
Not to mention the secret law that prohibits the birth and death of all things, the alchemy treasure left by Master Sun Xing for him, the choice of the pros and cons of magic weapons, cultivation, the mutual cooperation between them, etc...
When Chen Mo truly focused on his cultivation, he was already so far behind that he was so shocked that he almost had no face to face it.
Fortunately, it was not too late to notice. Without anyone's supervision, Chen Mo channeled the spiritual energy in his body for the first time in several months. Feeling the spiritual liquid flowing between his spiritual veins, he finally regained a trace of what a cultivator should have. look like.
"I made the right move on Demonic Island. It should be a good place for me to concentrate on my cultivation..."
A few hours later, Chen Mo opened his eyes and thought. He planned to temper his Yin spirit power and leave quickly.
The nights were long and there were many dreams, and there was no telling when he would bump into Meng Qianqiu, and it would be difficult for him to escape by then. Not to mention taking Lin Yuqin with him?
"Linglong Well...Linglong Well..."
Chen Mo murmured to himself that if he could really meet the genuine Linglong Well, he would be willing to spend five years of his life to see who his wife was.
Chu Wushuang, apart from Chu Wushuang, is there really no trace of Lin Yuqin? Even the slightest trace.
Chen Mo didn't dare to guarantee it, nor did he dare to think about it again. Let God decide everything.
When he thought of this, Chen Mo suddenly felt very funny. He obviously didn't see anything, but now he had to figure out who he saw.
By the way, Lin Yuqin also has to spend her life to find the person she likes. What should she do if she is really unlucky or lucky? Does this exquisite well really have such a strong will? "
Chen Mo didn't know, and he didn't know what would happen if everything turned out as he imagined.
"Meng Qianqiu..."
Suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in Chen Mo's mind. He thought of a terrible fact and said to himself in surprise: "No way...her?! How can someone like her...believe this kind of thing?"
Thinking of Meng Qianqiu making a pious wish in front of the well, Chen Mo couldn't help but feel disgust in his heart.
To be honest, Meng Qianqiu is not very ugly. If she dresses up, she is of average appearance, but she cannot be said to be beautiful. In addition, she has a character that will attack even if she doesn't understand a word, let alone anyone. I fell head over heels for her and worshiped under her pomegranate skirt.
As the saying goes, you can die under peonies and be a ghost and have fun. But no one would go and enjoy it under a cactus full of spikes. It would not be as easy as being a ghost.
In Chen Mo's view, a woman may not be beautiful, but her character must be gentle. Even if she is scheming, it is much better than being domineering and paranoid. Meng Qianqiu stepped on all Chen Mo's annoying points.
Chen Mo couldn't help but laugh strangely. He didn't know which unlucky guy would be able to get married to him in the end. It would be like smoke rising from his ancestral graves.
No longer thinking about the Linglong Well, Chen Mo sat cross-legged and began the boring but fulfilling practice again.
Regardless of whether he was apologizing or repenting for the waste in the past, Chen Mo was very immersed in this retreat. It took three days before he woke up from meditation.
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