half year later.
Since the beginning of autumn, the leaves on the trees have gradually withered. As a small stream flows eastward by the village, the mountains behind rows of small houses and the forest sea covered with red maples seem to be dyed with a layer of bright red gauze. .
In preparation for the coming severe winter, there are many small animals wandering or looking for food here. As the sun sets, the villagers at the foot of the mountain also start to light fires to cook. The smoke slowly rises. Whenever this happens, there is always a scene in the village. The words of adults calling for children can be heard, as well as the noisy barking of dogs...
Chen Mo returned from the back mountain leisurely with a picture folder on his back. Along the way, the villagers he met greeted him warmly, and he responded with a smile one by one.
In the eyes of the villagers, this young man is full of mystery. Everyone only knows that he and another young man quietly moved here a few months ago. As for the reason, no one knows.
Some people speculated that the two of them were young men from a down-to-earth family who sought refuge in a village to avoid seeking revenge. Some people also said that they were scholars who failed the examination, and even worse, there was a rumor that these two were actually disciples of the Immortal family. There were different opinions for a while.
However, the two of them had a very good attitude towards the children in the village and never had any disputes with anyone. As time went by, no one cared about the gossip.
Chen Mo walked a distance from the south of the village, and not long after, he arrived at his residence.
"Squeak~~"
The old wooden door was pushed open, and what came into view was a neat and clean small courtyard. There was a mud house in the north room. It looked quite old. The total area was only a few feet wide, but it cost him three taels. silver.
Chen Mo put down the painting folder and sat on a stool in the courtyard to rest for a while. He couldn't help but recall what he had experienced in the past few months.
After Daxue Mountain left angrily, Chen Mo kept walking day and night. Soon, he arrived at Fengyuan City, which is the closest to Demon Island.
He originally thought of staying here until the opening of Demonic Island, but after a few days of shopping, he found that the nearby inn was almost full by the group of cultivators who came after hearing the news.
The price of the inn is ridiculously expensive. One night's stay costs up to two spirit stones. Even if it is so luxurious, you still have to make a reservation. If you don't stay, there are many people who are willing to pay the spirit stones to get in.
Handsome men and beautiful women, full of blood, and wherever there are people, there will be disputes. There is no need to talk about trivial matters. Moreover, in the center of the bustling city, apart from the transactions between cultivators, it is difficult to calm down and practice.
Chen Mo stayed in the inn for a few days. After being introduced by a diner who shared a table, he came to a small hidden village more than 300 miles away from Fengyuan City and settled down.
"Brother Chen, did you go to the back mountain to paint again?"
A slightly ridiculing voice came from not far away from Chen Mo. Following the voice, I saw that it was a handsome young man, about twenty years old. His arm was holding a bag full of loess and gravel. On top of the wall, her long flowing hair was tied up and thrown behind her.
Judging from the expression on his face, it looked like he had just done something pleasant. This person's name was Zhang Yunjian, and it was he who invited Chen Mo to settle here for a short time.
Both of them were in the early stage of foundation building. When they were sharing the table that day, Zhang Yunjian chatted with Chen Mo for a few words. After the meeting, the more they thought about it, the more they felt that his conversation was extraordinary, and then they started to want to become friends.
"Well, I have nothing to do, just passing the time." Chen Mo said casually.
"By the way, Brother Chen, I want to discuss with you. Can you give me some of the paintings in your room?"
"What do you want to paint for?"
"Sell it for money. One tael of silver per painting. Anyone who knows the stuff will definitely buy it."
Chen Mo said with a half-smile: "I'm not very good at painting. If you get scolded when the time comes, just don't blame me."
"Come on, it's okay!" Zhang Yunjian laughed heartily.
Afterwards, Chen Mo went into the house and took out a few scrolls. The latter took them with satisfaction, put them into his storage bag, and soon returned to the house next door eagerly.
Chen Mo shook his head and turned around and walked into the room.
He said it was because he was bored, but in fact it was just an excuse to deal with Zhang Yunjian. In the past few months, Chen Mo has been consolidating the connection between himself and the magic weapon.
Like the dragon seal, the brick magic weapon, and the black gold bloodthirsty flag, every time he studies it, Chen Mo can understand them more deeply, especially the best magic weapon Sun Xing gave him before his death. After Chen Mo months, It has been warmed and condensed, and I have initially mastered its use skills.
At this time, if he faced the demonic cultivators in the Snowy Mountains again, Chen Mo was confident that he could end the battle simply by relying on the light-chasing thorns.
Chen Mo sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. Driven by his thoughts, the three-color Xuantian Lotus in the sea of consciousness suddenly burst out with a stream of pure energy, which slowly spread from his body.
Gradually, everything in the house, including the slight accumulation of dust in the corners, the shape of the flames in the candle lamps, and even the subtle breathing sounds of the insects crawling on the beams, were all reflected in Chen Mo's eyes.
A radius of two feet suddenly became Chen Mo's unique area. Here, no clues could escape his perception.
Chen Mo was not satisfied with just this. His consciousness gradually expanded outside the door, but when he came into contact with the wider world, the field of consciousness composed of circles suddenly contracted into a straight line, and it was more than ten feet away. After the distance, the consciousness became blurred, and it was no longer as clear as seeing everything in the room.
For monks in the foundation building stage, it is already very good for their spiritual consciousness to be able to do this. But Chen Mo was obviously dissatisfied. With the assistance of the Three Color Xuantian Lotus, he should be able to be stronger.
Seeing that his spiritual consciousness was beyond Chen Mo's control, he calmly used a specific driving force to activate the linear form of void energy. As his thoughts passed by, this invisible spiritual consciousness suddenly It hit a big bare tree at the door.
"boom!"
The big tree covered with mottled scars immediately made a dull sound, and hundreds of dense holes were added to its trunk.
Divine consciousness takes form!
This is a trick that Chen Mo learned in the soul-increasing pool. The secret technique he learned during the Qi Refining Stage has become his trump card at critical moments during the Foundation Building Stage.
With one glance, he destroyed the golden elixir, and with one thought, he destroyed the Dao foundation. In recent days, Chen Mo has also come to a certain understanding. I am afraid that those seniors who are powerful rely on the suppression of their spiritual consciousness!
But Chen Mo can't even break a tree now. That kind of unpredictable state is still too far for him.
The consciousness is separated from the body and transformed into an attack. The sea of consciousness is consumed at a speed several times that of detection. This is what Chen Mo wants.
Only through continuous recovery and consumption can the sea of consciousness slowly improve. In the past few months, he has been trying to transform his consciousness every night. From the beginning, he was out of touch with the target, and now he can accurately lock on it. There has been great progress.
Chen Mo spent the whole night cultivating his spiritual consciousness, and took a nap until midnight. It was just dawn, and his consciousness was almost restored. After Chen Mo finished cleaning up, he went out with his easel on his back to study the magic weapon in the back mountain.
Chen Mo practiced so hard, in fact, there was another reason besides his own efforts.
That is, the black stone unexpectedly revived.
Ever since the black stone unexpectedly prevented him from certain death when he broke through the foundation, this thing has been in a state of slumber.
Until one day after leaving the Snow Mountain, Chen Mo was shocked to find that the stones had the strength of the foundation building stage. This was not a good thing for him.
After taking the problematic Foundation Establishment Pill for more than a year, no matter how much Chen Mo practiced, the spiritual liquid in his body never improved. This was equivalent to permanently locking him in the early stage of Foundation Establishment. realm.
As the stone began to cultivate on its own, what Chen Mo was worried about during the Qi refining period happened again. One day, the black stone will far surpass his cultivation level. By then...
"Hey, let's take it one step at a time."
After another fulfilling day, Chen Mo closed the sight restriction in the back mountain and prepared to go back to practice his spiritual consciousness again. However, when he stepped into the courtyard, Zhang Yunjian appeared from behind the earth wall again.
Next to him, this time there was a delicate-looking woman. The red and white gauze skirt matched her tall figure, which was pretty.
At this time, she looked at Chen Mo with curious eyes.
"Brother Chen, you've done me a terrible job!!"
As soon as Zhang Yunjian saw Chen Mo, he cried and complained to him: "Brother Chen, why didn't you tell me earlier that all your paintings have names signed on them? I was going to use them to make this girl happy, who Come to think of it..."
"Wait a minute, didn't you use it to sell it for money?" Chen Mo said doubtfully.
"Hey! Forget it...you two just talk!"
Zhang Yunjian held it in for a long time, then flipped his sleeves in depression and turned away. Chen Mo glanced at the woman who was left behind. She was also a cultivator in the early stages of foundation building.
"I'm asking for your forgiveness for coming here rashly." The woman bowed slightly, brushed her hair, and said lightly: "Wang Zihong, studied under the Yungang Sect, I don't know Taoist Chen..."
"Floating Cloud Sect, Chen Mo."
Chen Mo also reported his name, and then said: "I have something unclear, and I would like to ask the girl to clarify it."
"Brother Chen, please speak."
"Then I'll get straight to the point. Girl and I have never known each other before. Why are you here today?"
Wang Zihong said: "It's a long story. This friend of yours insists that he has an extraordinary appearance. He always searches for female cultivators in the Qi-refining stage at the inn to strike up a conversation with. After promising some benefits, some women became friends with him. "
Chen Mo frowned slightly and said, "This seems to have nothing to do with me."
The woman heard the displeasure in his tone and explained: "Brother Chen, don't worry, listen to me slowly, today he put his target on me, took out your scroll under the pretext of entanglement, and claimed that it was I made it myself, so I followed him specially to meet the person who painted it."
"What does Miss Wang mean?"
"I grew up in the capital, and I have been exposed to many paintings by famous secular figures. I have studied painting appraisals a lot. When I looked at Brother Chen's "Autumn Leaves", I can say that he has a superb grasp of details. Every detail is perfect. Each line has a corresponding structure, and this kind of painting technique has the capital to establish a sect even in the secular world."
Chen Mo said half-jokingly: "Did the girl come to me specifically to talk about painting?"
"It depends on whether Brother Chen appreciates it or not." Wang Zihong also chuckled and replied.
"Please." Chen Mo made a gesture to signal Wang Zihong to enter the courtyard. There were no more than no less paintings in the room. Forty or fifty paintings covered both walls. Some of the ink marks had dried and were rolled up and inserted on the jade porcelain. Paint in a bottle.
Chen Mo picked up the pot on the table and poured two bowls of water, then leaned against the door and quietly watched Wang Zihong inspect his works.
Time flew by. I don’t know how long it took before Wang Zihong seemed to wake up from the world in the painting: "How long has it been?" "Only half an hour." "Sorry..." "It doesn't matter, you can watch as long as you want. Can."
Chen Mo invited Wang Zihong to sit on the other side of the table: "By the way, Brother Chen, I also have something to ask."
"If you don't take it seriously, please tell me."
"Brother Chen, I just looked at all your paintings. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the waxing and waning of clouds and sunshine, wind, thunder, rain and lightning are all reflected, but snow is missing only. Why is this?"
After Chen Mo listened, he was silent for a moment.
Immediately, I heard him say in an understatement: "I can't draw."
Wang Zihong saw that something was wrong with Chen Mo's expression, so she didn't ask for trouble. As she continued to struggle with this issue, she changed the subject and asked directly: "Brother Chen, are you going to Enchanted Island?"
Chen Mo said: "Aren't those who can come here want to see the Demonic Island?"
"Brother Chen may not believe it. Zihong has always believed in the saying that 'paintings are like people'. Otherwise, I would not come here to visit today. Brother Chen, are you interested in cooperating with us on the island?"
Chen Mo's heart was moved, but on the surface it was as usual. He said calmly: "It seems that you have won over a lot of people."
"It's not just us, everyone is forming an alliance, even if they are not monks from the same sect? It is to take care of each other. According to the news I learned, in Fengyuan City alone, there are more than a dozen groups of people secretly and openly ”
"That's it..."
Chen Mo picked up the bowl and took a sip of water: "Let me think about it."
"There's no rush, Brother Chen." When Wang Zihong heard this, he let go of his worries and added, "There are many monks in the middle stage of foundation building in our team. With them as our backers, at least not Brother Chen should think carefully about being bullied by other forces on the Demonic Island."
Chen Mo nodded: "Thank you, Miss Wang, for reminding me."
"Well, it's getting late. I have to rush back to Fengyuan City for accommodation, so I won't stay here any longer. Brother Chen takes his leave."
"Okay, walk slowly."
Chen Mo bid farewell to Wang Zihong politely. After closing the door, he suddenly thought about the trapped devil island.
This woman is right. There is still less than half a month before the opening of Demonic Island. If everyone else has formed a battle line, and he is still fighting alone here, he will definitely suffer a loss when he gets to the island.
"Ask Zhang Yunjian what he thinks tomorrow."
Chen Mo set a general direction in his mind, immediately sat cross-legged, and began to practice his spiritual consciousness again at night.
