After Lin Lin Zongzong understood all the information, he put away the jade slips and practiced in seclusion for a while.
After two or three days, Xiao Shitou will always find some useful information to give her, so that she will not be derailed from the outside world during the retreat.
The Jade Xu disciples originally wanted to test their spiritual roots today, but for unknown reasons they were delayed for a day.
Many people were in an uproar, fearing that this spiritual root test would not be held anymore.
Some people come from far away and spend all their money just for a chance to join a large sect.
Joining Yuxu is a symbol of rapid success, a symbol and transformation of identity and status.
Therefore, the entire Bixian Town is unprecedentedly lively. Many mortals have no place to live, so they can only live outside and set up tents, just so that their children can have the opportunity to join the Jade Market, like fish leaping over the dragon gate, and become transformed in one day. dragon.
Get rid of the identity of a mud-legged person, and you won’t spend your whole life digging in the soil, fearing the days when you can’t get a good meal.
After hearing the news, I took out the spirit stone to throw away the small stone, and continued to practice to pass the time.
The whole inn is very lively. We go shopping and play outside.
At this moment, there was a man outside the inn, standing next to a carriage with a sad face: "Master, don't embarrass me, I have asked around and there is no place to stay, so I can only make you live in this inn." One day, you can leave after the spiritual root test is completed."
A young man's arrogant voice came from the carriage: "What can't be found? You're not looking for it seriously. How could I, an immortal cultivator, live in a mortal's inn?"
The man was particularly aggrieved. He originally didn't want to take this job. Who doesn't know what his young master is like?
Those who came to serve him were either scolded or beaten. Many servants complained so much that they did not dare to come near to serve him.
And he is unlucky enough. He has no relatives to take charge of the job, and he has no one with few connections so he can only take on this hard job.
He had already thought about the fate of being beaten, but now he was complaining that this little ancestor was taking his time all the way. If he arrived tonight on the third day, he couldn't even find a place to live.
How wronged he is!
The male servant tried his best to persuade the young man to live here, but in the end he could only snort in dissatisfaction and jump off the carriage.
He strode towards the inn with his head held high.
"Why don't you come here quickly and arrange the best first-class apartment for our young master to live in?"
A waiter saw the visitor and ran over quickly: "Sir, I'm sorry that the inn is full. There is only one lower-class room left. Look at this..."
The young man listened impatiently and burst out with coercion, pressing the waiter in front of him to the ground: "Who are you? How dare you let me live in a place like that. It's your inn's honor that I can come here, and you dare to let me remember You are seeking death by living in a place like that.”
The waiter's forehead was bleeding on the ground, but he didn't dare to complain.
The body was trembling, it turned out to be an immortal.
There is a natural gap in strength between the immortals and they should restrain themselves from the pressure.
The owner of the inn came out and took a look. He was shocked and ran over and knelt on the ground: "Ancestor, there are indeed people living in the inn. It's not good for us to disturb them. After all, they are also immortals. They are just mortals who open the door and do business just to make a living. Please forgive us, Your Excellency."
"Immortal, haha, I want to see what kind of immortal cultivator lives in the only superior room."
The servant behind the young man wants to stop him. Where is his opponent?
He was pushed away by the young man and fell to the ground, almost dying.
His face was as pale as a tissue, and he didn't even have the energy to speak to stop her.
There was a look of horror on his face. It was not the misfortune of the servants like them that they failed to take good care of the young master.
In the end, there is only death.
The young man raised his chin like a swan. As soon as he stepped on it, he immediately came to the waiting room on the second floor: "I want to see what kind of monster you are."
A low-grade gourd magic weapon appeared in the young man's hand, and he controlled the infusion of spiritual energy to appear.
He didn't even think about throwing it at Mo Yuheng's room.
Suddenly, the formation's aura was strong, blocking the move and then rebounding it.
The young man was overconfident and unprepared. We were hit by this move and flew backwards.
A human-shaped hole was blown out of the house on the second floor, and it hit the street hard and sank one meter into the ground before stopping.
The boy's whole body twitched, and blood gushed out in a very embarrassed manner.
No strength to stand up.
Many mortals on the street were frightened by sudden events and fled in panic, screaming.
The male servant hurriedly ran to the young man and squatted down to pull him up.
Mo Yuheng was startled and woke up from his practice: "Who attacked my formation?"
He raised his eyebrows to detect the situation with his spiritual consciousness, and was too lazy to pay attention to the person who was seeking death. Such consequences were entirely self-inflicted.
Just as she was about to continue practicing, an angry voice came: "Fellow Taoists in the inn, please come out and see where my son offended you to make you treat him so cruelly."
People who don't know the inside story think Mo Yuheng is some kind of bad guy?
Mo Yuheng felt that there was still no end in sight. They were looking for trouble one after another, thinking that she was easy to mess with.
Her dream of quiet meditation was shattered and she was in a very bad mood.
Scanning the past with his spiritual consciousness, he found that the mortals in the inn were trembling with fear, and some innocent people were injured due to unreasonable pressure.
Anger welled up in his heart, and with a wave of his hand, he removed the formation and came out to resist all the pressure.
The mortals who were originally in danger of falling to the ground seemed to have been fished out of the water and were sitting on the ground gasping for air.
Mortals show gratitude, they know best about right and wrong.
Sure enough, there are differences among immortals, distinguishing between good and evil.
"Fellow Taoist, I would like to ask you first. I arranged the formations to practice in seclusion, but my husband attacked my room without saying hello and suffered the consequences. Fortunately, I stopped practicing in time so that I didn't go crazy. Do you know that the result of going crazy is that the path to life and death will disappear, or Become disabled for life."
Mo Yuheng said while looking at the other party.
The young man looked to be in his twenties or thirties, handsome and possessing the eighth level of Qi training.
No wonder Mo Yuheng was so arrogant and fearless in Bixian Town, and she, Mo Yuheng, was also not afraid of the other party.
The young man at the bottom of the pit was helped up and ate a small Huan Dan. His body finally stopped bleeding and gradually got better, so that he would not die.
The young man looked at Mo Yuheng with hatred: "Father, kill him for me. Kill him. Anyone who dares to attack me will die."
Saying bad things, blaming others even though he was clearly in the wrong.
Mo Yuheng finally gained some experience today when he met such a person, and he still wanted her life.
"This is what Fellow Taoist thinks." Mo Yuheng looked at the young man with a half-smile.
The other party's real age should be older than his appearance, but the beauty of cultivating immortals is not a lie.
He took out the flying sword from his storage bag and held it in his hand. The tip of the sword exuded a murderous aura.
This is the sharpness of the sword cultivator, which invisibly brings pressure to people.
(End of chapter)
