The floating clouds are not the same as this mountain, and the mist on the mountain is green and the sky is turning into confusion.
The next morning.
The mist locks the green mountains, the mountains are overlapping, and the dawn appears, like a dream, and you are in a trance and stray into a fairyland.
At the foot of the mountain, Wumingqingshan welcomed its first guest.
Chen Musan patted his forehead, "It stands to reason that you are not wrong. This is the address given by the clan leader!"
He has been wandering around this hilltop for some time and has not yet found a way in.
Although the scenery here was so beautiful that he was amazed, he still couldn't find the way into the mountain after two hours of tossing. Any monk would have lost the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery.
"In such a mundane place, even though the mountains and rivers are beautiful, without abundant spiritual energy, who can grow first-level Bai Ling rice out of thin air?"
Chen Musan recalled his mission. As an old qi-training steward of the Chen family who had not advanced for a long time, his status in the Chen family had plummeted in recent years.
If he was still young and prosperous, this kind of low-class Chen family land would not be worthy of his eyes, nor worthy of his time to manage it.
But this year, the people above gave him this land. The family living in Wuming Qingshan had a special status, so he had to work hard to activate the flying magic weapon and escape.
"Not only does this ghost place have thin spiritual energy, but the road into the mountain is also thick with fog. Can that family survive a winter here?"
Chen Musan deeply understands the suffering of ordinary people, who are afraid of heat in summer and cold in winter.
In such deep mountains, there may be wild beasts coming out to grab food in the cold winter.
He remembered that when he was a child, his family was a hunter in the mountains. In the winter at that time, the thick snow covered all the food, and also buried the body of his father who was injured after fighting wild beasts...
The heart that has been cold for a long time seems to have a crack in the autumn wind.
Chen Musan couldn't help but smile bitterly, "It seems that I am so old that I feel pity for mortals."
After this year, he will be one hundred years old.
If he were still in the secular world, a centenarian would definitely be the most respected person in the village.
However, in the world of immortal cultivation, in the eyes of others, he is just a useless person with no hope of building a foundation, waiting silently for death.
Long lamentations echoed faintly in the valley.
The little man on the bed suddenly opened his beautiful eyes and ran out of the door carrying the patched bag he had prepared.
"Baiwei, where are you going? Remember to come back for dinner!"
Zhao Rou stopped her busy hands, chased her out of the kitchen, and shouted at Chen Baiwei's back.
The petite person turned back and waved, with a smile as bright as the morning glow, "Mom~ I understand!"
After saying that, the girl floated freely like the breeze and disappeared without a trace.
Zhao Rou couldn't bear to look away and said softly to herself: "Our girl is just beautiful!"
Just when Chen Musan was hesitating, a looming figure floated in the hazy mountain.
Chen Musan put his fingers together, used the Eye Clearing Technique to press his forehead, and wiped his eyes.
The figure in the mountain gradually became clearer.
Through the clouds and mist, he roughly guessed who was coming down the mountain.
After straightening his clothes, Chen Musan deliberately revealed the kapok embroidery on the cuffs, which represents the steward of the Chen family.
Since the person happens to be going down the mountain, there is no need for him to leave directly.
If Chen Baiwei had gone down the mountain a step later, he would have turned back and reported that there was nothing left to gain from the Wuming Qingshan.
It is also for their own good to say this. Even if they lose this opportunity to gain family contribution points and receive a small punishment, it is better than the family setting the goal of planting spiritual rice for them next year.
"Little girl, are you Chen Baiwei?"
Controlling the low-grade flying blade magic weapon, Chen Musan put his hands on his back, controlled the aura of his elders, and flew to Chen Baiwei to ask questions.
The flying blade weapon was an inch away from the ground, so Chen Baiwei could only look up at him, revealing her delicate little face.
"Hello, Third Steward, I'm Baiwei. This is the honey water my parents asked me to bring you. It's very sweet. You can drink it on the way!"
The girl's skin was as soft as moonlight, her face was childish and beautiful, her hands holding the bamboo bag were as tender as silk, her eyes were looking at him quietly, the sparkling autumn water was pure and true.
Involuntarily, Chen Muhe's heart moved slightly, as if a certain heartstring had been touched.
He secretly thought that he had seen many beauties and walked through many hook-and-rail places, but none of them were as beautiful as the girl he saw in the mountains, just like a mountain elf.
He was almost a hundred years old, but he was still fascinated by the girl in front of him.
No wonder this little girl was spotted by Mrs. Qi’s family at the age of three.
It's a pity that this girl's life is not good. She has two parents with five spiritual roots. When she was six years old, her spiritual roots were equally poor. Mrs. Qi is still willing to have her. She can only waste her skin.
After regaining his focus on rectifying the chaos, Chen Muhe used a little trick to take away the shabby cloth bag from her hand.
"Go back and thank your parents for me. I'll accept the nectar. I'll put in a few words of kindness in front of the clan leader about your matters, so that your parents don't worry and I'll just help you cultivate."
Facing a half-grown girl, Chen Muhe couldn't bear to say harsh words.
Chen Baiwei's face was filled with a sweet smile, like flowers blooming in spring, bright and pure.
"Thank you, Third Steward. My parents and I will practice well!"
Chen Musan didn't pay attention to what she said. He just listened to the girl's unique light voice and felt that the bleak autumn mood was no longer strong.
"Okay, take this thing. You are already a monk at the first level of qi training. You can practice your spells in the winter when you have nothing to do. This broken whip is suitable for girls. I am alone and have no wife or daughter. I will give it to you." If you just play around with it, you won’t be wasting the remnant magic weapon you got by chance.”
Chen Baiwei was stunned when she saw a piece of green whip floating in the air in front of her.
Broken magical instruments are the remains of low-grade magical instruments that have been damaged. Depending on the degree of damage, the residual magical instruments are sold at different prices.
The remnant green long whip weapon that Chen Musan gave her in front of her could still be used eight or nine times.
Such a broken weapon cannot be sold for a high price in the market, but low-level monks have no chance and it is difficult to pick up a broken magical weapon.
She hesitated slightly, but still reached out and took the green whip.
"Thank you, Third Steward!"
Chen Musan watched her every move.
This girl must be embarrassed to accept her gift, and she is worried that she will be bullied by wild beasts in the winter without a magic weapon to rely on.
It's not easy for mortals, but how many monks at the first level of Qi training can learn a few spells to defend themselves in a short period of time?
What's more, the spiritual energy in this mountain is pitifully weak. Once the spiritual energy in the body is exhausted, it will take at least a month or two to replenish it.
Thinking of this, Chen Musan felt a little sad for the spirit-boosting pill he had taken.
He had been stuck on the sixth level of Qi training for more than thirty years. He had injected a lot of spiritual energy into the flying magic weapon along the way, and the unknown Qingshan Mountains were remote. He rushed back to Luodu City to inject double spiritual power into the flying magic weapon. Only then can we fly to the last jurisdiction today to check on their harvest status.
Sighing softly, the remaining magical artifacts have been given away. She can only rely on herself for how the future will turn out.
