The rising sunlight pours in through the plastic steel windows, reflecting a dappled light and shadow on the ground.

Mu Ping slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing that caught his eye was the dark roof the size of a laundry tub, which was the traces left by the cement falling off. He turned his neck and sat up, only to see the kitchen door closed, and a thin figure busy.

Last night, after digging up the frost grass, he shouted, and after meeting with Mu Yongzhong and Zhang Bo, he returned home in Zhang Bo's leaky pickup truck.

During the meal, his family asked him why his clothes were broken, and he only said that it was because he accidentally fell off the road to collect herbs, and they saw that he was in good health and told him to pay attention in the future, and did not investigate further.

He concealed the news that Mu Ping had died, and he would not tell his parents and sister about someone who was going to murder Mu Ping, so that he would not solve any problems except to make them worry. After fusing Mu Ping's memories, he found that the van that rushed over frantically was not an accident at all, and those people clearly wanted to put their predecessors to death.

Since he wants to live as Mu Ping in this life, then he has to live a good life, and the enemies are all coming to the door, so what reason does he have not to fight back?

He had never suffered a loss in the Xiuzhen Continent, and I believe it was the same here.

Although he was not very satisfied with the body of the Takeaway, he was very satisfied with the family, because he felt a warmth and trust here.

The Xiuzhen Continent is a place with no human feelings, and some of them are just killings and deceitful among monks in order to compete for cultivation resources. As an ascendant, he has spent almost all of his time in this environment, and he has long been tired of it, but now it is good, peaceful, tranquil and comfortable.

The only thing that displeased him was his current strength, if he didn't have it, he wouldn't be at ease anywhere.

His principle of life is that he must never tie his fate to the belt of others, but must firmly control his own hands.

With that Ji Frost Grass, he could guarantee that he could at least cultivate to the third layer of the Transformation Tree, he didn't know if there were any cultivators in this place called the Earth, and the third layer of the Transformation Tree could barely protect himself for ordinary people.

If he meets the ghost of last night, he can also destroy it.

The Nine Wood Divine Technique he cultivated was different, it could form saplings in his body, and the third layer of the transformation tree was one-third of the formation of a sapling, which was equivalent to the three layers of Qi cultivation for ordinary cultivators, and it was more than twice as powerful as the three layers of Qi training.

"Squeak", the simple bed made a protest, but he had already stood up, the thing called slippers under the bed was neatly placed, the tips of the shoes were facing the outside, he clearly remembered that he just kicked out casually last night, how could it be so neat?

"It must be the mother of the predecessor!"

His heart was warm for no reason, and a warm feeling of being cared for instantly permeated his entire body. Because he has been busy cultivating, he has never looked for a Taoist companion in the Xuan Demon Continent, let alone someone who cares, he has seen too many stories of Taoist couples turning their faces, so that he has a natural precaution against Taoist couples, and he has no concept of being cared for, and now it can be seen from this detail that the woman named Zhang Yan must be a good wife and mother.

"Could it be that there is something wrong with your Dao heart?"

He shook his head, put aside the mess, stretched his waist, and found that the injuries all over his body were already healed, he nodded, and walked slowly to the balcony.

It is not an exaggeration to describe the road as full of traffic. Through the residual memories of his predecessor, he already knew that the car running on the road was a scientific and technological product, which was somewhat similar to the flying magic weapon of the Xuan Demon Continent, except that the flying magic weapon could fly freely at high altitude, while the car could only run on the ground. He knew that there was another thing called an airplane, but he had never been in it before, and he didn't know what it looked like inside. However, whether it is a car or an airplane, it is far from the Xuan Demon Continent, because the aircraft of the Xuan Demon Continent are all driven by internal force or spirit stones, and there is no pollution at all.

"Ping'er, won't you sleep for a while?"

Zhang Yan pushed open the kitchen door and walked out, lifted her apron, wiped her hands on it, and had a kind smile on her slightly pale face.

"Ah......h

He casually agreed, letting him, a man who has lived for more than 2,100 years, call the woman in his fifties his mother, and he really can't call it.

"Since you don't sleep, you can come over and have breakfast!"

Zhang Yan didn't notice anything unusual about her son, she still said with a smile, her son was admitted to Lincheng University, it can be said that it was a matter of green smoke on the ancestral grave, and even those neighbors who were not very familiar with her saw her, and they also praised it vigorously, which made her have more face.

The breakfast is very simple, white rice porridge, four dishes of pickles, and the main food is steamed buns.

"Brother, you went there yesterday, and my mother was worried all night, and I almost had a heart attack!"

Although Mu Xin respected her brother very much, she couldn't help but blame him.

"This kid is getting more and more disagreeable, how can you say your brother, your brother has something to do!"

When Mu Ping was embarrassed, Zhang Yan took over the conversation.

"Do you have a heart condition?"

Mu Ping glanced up at Zhang Yan, and his mental strength moved, and he found that Zhang Yan's heart really had two blood vessels slightly blocked, and his heart was also larger than usual.

Although he has lost his strength, his mental power is still there, and he can easily pass through the human body and find the problems in the human body.

"Brother, are you still my brother? Mom has such a big thing as a heart attack, the whole family knows about it, how can you forget it?"

Mu Xin looked Mu Ping up and down carefully, as if he was looking at an alien monster.

"Huh!"

Mu Ping laughed awkwardly. To be honest, he is really not Mu Xin's original brother, but he can't say this. He secretly resolved that he would cure the woman in front of him no matter what, even if it was a little compensation for taking possession of that guy's body.

But with his current means and cultivation, there is no way at all.

"Cultivation, or cultivation!"

It seems that it is necessary to go to the place where the Ji Frost Grass was found again, since it can give birth to a first-level spirit grass, there must be something spiritual buried below, he regrets it a little, why didn't he think of this layer at that time? !

However, there is an idiom that says, "It's not too late to make amends", and it's the same if you go today, but there is one point, you must cultivate to the third layer of the tree today, otherwise you will run into the second-level yin soul yesterday, and you will stare dryly. However, this possibility is very small, because Yin Spirits do not dare to come out during the day, especially such low-level things.

Just do it.

Fortunately, it's summer vacation, the university hasn't started yet, and Mu Ping has nothing to do.

After breakfast, and Zhang Yan said hello, Mu Ping carried a black backpack, took the bus to a place one kilometer away from the Ji Shuangcao found last night, and got off. Because he saw that there was a rock there, and a natural cave had formed at the bottom, which was just right for cultivation.

Sitting cross-legged, he took out the Frost Grass from his backpack.

After looking at this milky white first-grade spirit grass with six leaves for a while, he let out a breath and calmed his mood, and then without hesitation, he tore off a leaf and stuffed it into his mouth. A bitter taste instantly filled his taste buds, and he almost bitter his tears, but he gritted his teeth and stretched out his neck to swallow it. Within three minutes, he felt as if the meridians in his body had been ignited by a fire, and a hot torrent was like a wild horse on the loose, scurrying around.

"Give it to me!"

He stuck to his heart, mobilized the only trace of wood vitality that remained in the meridians, and outflanked the torrent. The trace of qi was quickly swallowed up by the torrent, but he knew that the thread of qi did not disappear, but continued to grow.

In less than ten breaths, his meridians were calm, and although the trace of qi had grown a little stronger, he could already feel it clearly, but it could not be mobilized on a large scale at all.

"It's not enough!"

This time, he stuffed the two leaves into his mouth at once, and as a result, a more violent fluctuation emanated from his meridians, and he felt as if his whole person was about to be melted, his skin was blood-red, the green tendons on his forehead were raised, and there were even more blood streaks seeping out of his skin.

He knew that this was because this body had not been cultivated at all, it was like a solid steamed bun, and it was strange if he wanted to dig out a few passages in it alive and not hurt.

But he can't give up, or he can't give up, if he gives up now, he is in danger of bursting his blood vessels.

"Give it to me!" he bit his lower lip, and a salty sensation ran down his throat, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it.

After the tea, the blood oozing from his body slowly began to retract, and finally it was sucked back again.

And his cultivation is also constantly improving, and the new meridians in his body have been opened up at once, and he is happy in his heart and has stepped up his work.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood.