After successfully obtaining the third primordial spirit, Mo Yi and Tan Miao bid farewell to the north and began to travel to the east towards the rising sun.

The sun was fierce along the way, and the clothes were wet with their own sweat before they could dry.

"Hey, you planned it, didn't you? First to the very cold, then to the hot. Do you like comparisons so much?" she muttered, complaining along the way.

Mo Yi had long been accustomed to her noise, and didn't say anything, just hurried forward in a muffled voice.

After walking so quietly for more than a day, he arrived at a mountain.

The vegetation on the mountain is lush with many broad-leaved plants.

Standing under the big tree, the sun is mostly shaded, and it does not feel hot, but cool.

Mo Yi closed his eyes, opened them after a long time, and said, "That primordial god is in this mountain." ”

Tilt Miao didn't answer him. She looked left and right, looking distracted.

Seeing that there was a village at the foot of the mountain, the scale seemed to be not small, so the idea of delay was born in my heart.

She asked tentatively and softly, "I'm already short of the last primordial god, so I'm not in a hurry for a while." I see there's a village down there, should we rest a little longer and come back?

Mo Yi didn't know what she wanted, and after thinking for a while, he replied, "It's better to take the Yuan Shen first! If you really like it, we'll stay with you for two more days after this. ”

When he heard this, he didn't feel relieved, but a burst of bitterness surged in his heart.

He used the word 'we', which obviously referred to himself and Qing'e, and excluded her like outsiders.

Besides, where does she want the three of them to get along?

Leaning Miao lowered his head, twisted the corners of his clothes with his hands, and his voice was weak: "I feel so tired." If something goes wrong, something will go wrong and you'll be held back!"

"It's okay, don't worry, I'll take care of you. Mo Yi said disapprerovantly.

"I'm hungry," she tried to find other reasons.

"You've just eaten three steamed buns. ”

"I'm thirsty..."

"Wow. Mo Yi handed her the cowhide kettle, and looked at her with folded hands, waiting for her to finish.

Dumping Miao had no choice but to grunt and pour half a bag into it.

"I... I—" Her voice slowly weakened, and she couldn't find any other reason.

Mo Yi waited helplessly for a while, until it was almost dusk, and then he swung the Ice Sword.

The sword light rose and fell, but the mountain range only cracked a very shallow, shallow thin mark.

Qian Miao raised his head to check, and found that although there was a cold aura on the sword, it had reduced a lot of cold aura, which was not as good as before.

Mo Yi also sensed something unusual, he withdrew the Ice Miao Sword, and recited a trick, wanting to use his cultivation to break open the mountain.

It's just that the palm of his hand has been gathering for a long time, and he can't see even the faint light.

Tilting Miao suddenly became interested, and her expression changed to a bright color.

She muttered in a muffled voice and tried her spell from beginning to end.

Sure enough, none of them will work.

If all the spells are ineffective, then there is no such thing as mutual restraint, but a deliberate barrier here.

In this world, there are only a handful of people who can make such a barrier, and it takes a considerable amount of time. Correspondingly, if you want to break this barrier, you have to find the right way, and it is not something that can be done in a day or two.

Thinking of this, Tam Miao was suddenly overjoyed, and almost jumped up and clapped her hands.

It was only when she saw that Mo Yi had a look of loss and confusion on her face, so she pretended to have the same sad face and said: "This mountain is too weird, blocking all spells, it seems that we should retreat first." Otherwise, don't say that we encounter any spirits, I'm afraid we won't be able to deal with a few coyotes!"

Mo Yi stood quietly for a while, and had to agree with her.

It was already dark in the sky, so he walked slowly down the mountain with her, wanting to find a place to stay in the village first.

Along the way, Mo Yi tried his spells from time to time, thinking that the scope of this barrier was not wide, and he didn't want to not only cover the mountain, but also cover the road to the entrance of the village.

Leaning his waist crossed, he stood at the entrance of the village and gasped, after such a toss, he really felt a little hungry. In the past, because of spells and cultivation, I didn't eat the fireworks of the world. Now that this barrier is really no different from a mortal, it is still a bit troublesome to eat three meals a day.

She spread her hands in front of Mo Yi's eyes and said, "I'm hungry." ”

Mo Yi shook his head helplessly: "There is no dry food left." ”

Tilt Miao blinked: "What about the broken silver?"

"No, there isn't. He replied calmly.

Tilting Miao squinted at him, looking disbelieving, and reached out to search for his baggage: "Impossible, but I saw it, every time there is a lot of silver." ”

Mo Yi opened the burden and showed her: "It's really gone." When I left the last town before, because it was useless and burdensome to be idle, I gave it all to the homeless. ”

Her eyes widened, and her mind hadn't turned for a long time.

Now it is impossible to use the immortal method to conjure silver taels, and they have no dry food, is this the rhythm of being hungry all the time? Although it is impossible for him to starve to death as a demon, this feeling of hunger is really too uncomfortable!

I wanted to complain to Mo Yi again, but I didn't even have the strength to say more.

Looking around, I saw that there were people planting rice at the entrance of the village, and white rhizomes could be seen under the green leaves in the vegetable fields next door.

Her eyes have always been very good, and she is happy in her heart, what is it that is not a white radish?

So he threw his burden on Mo Yi's body, and ran to the radish field.

The first to pull out the big one, and then began to search for other targets.

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what she was doing.

Try to keep her voice as low as possible and call her: "Aren't you 'stealing'?"

He tilted his head and said, "These things are worthless." Besides, won't you keep watch for me?

After a while, I heard Mo Yi say in a deep voice: "Someone is coming." ”

Without raising his head, he replied, "Yes, yes! That's it, but you can make your voice louder, you can try again!"

“...”

Seeing that he didn't react, he raised his head impatiently.

I saw a group of villagers coming from nowhere, all looking at her angrily.

Tilt Miao immediately hid the hands holding the radish behind him, and quietly pulled the pile under his feet behind him.

He smiled wryly, "Did we have some misunderstanding?"

A villager at the head held a hoe to her: "I'm afraid you stole all the radishes these days!"

Chao Mo Yi's eyes, which were squeezing his eyebrows, implied that he was following him.

Then he gritted his teeth and decided to leave the radish under his feet and go for the best policy.

However, the two in my hand are rations, and I can't throw them away, I can't throw them away!

Then he put the radish under his armpit, turned around and ran.

Although this spell is useless, after all, the body is light, and compared to mortals, the speed is naturally much faster.

In less than a minute, it was already a long run.

She propped herself on a tree and gasped, "Next time, in this emergency, you have to use more anxious emotions and voices!

After a long time, seeing that no one answered, I turned around.

It's just that behind her, where is Mo Yi's figure.

He stomped his foot hard, but he had to go back.

As soon as she walked to the same place, she saw Mo Yi tied up like a zongzi, and a group of villagers were waiting for her.

Tilting sighed, put the radish in his hand to his feet and said, "Look, it's all here." I didn't eat a bite. Now I'll give it back to you, let my friend go!"

The villagers immediately walked over and tied her up strongly.

Then he dragged the knots, not knowing where to send them.

As she walked, she squinted at Mo Yi: "Fang Cai has made eye contact with you, why are you still moving so slowly, and you are still tied up like this by a few villagers!"

"I didn't think about running away at the time, I thought I should try to reason with them first. Mo Yi replied.

"Did you tell them?"

"Got it. ”

"Then why are you still tied up?" asked Tilt Muttered.

"Because I didn't say they... Actually, even I felt that we had done something wrong. ”

“...”

Looking at the villagers with a menacing look, he sighed and said, "This village must be very poor, otherwise why would you just steal a few radishes with such a fierce expression." ”

"I want to... Maybe not that. Mo Yi hesitated.

"What's that?" said Tilt Miao.

"They wanted to teach me a lesson, but they broke a few hoes and didn't hurt me. He replied clearly.

"How many?"

"Uh... It seems that all the hoes in the village have been broken..."

He shook his teeth speechlessly.

She watched the villagers carry them up the hill, and suddenly became a little nervous: "Are they going to throw us off the mountain?"

Mo Yi had a calm face: "There is a possibility..."

Thinking like this, they turned an intersection and a small courtyard appeared in front of them.

At this point, the people did not want to go any further.

A strong, bolder-looking man walked over alone.

He reached out and knocked heavily on the courtyard door, then immediately turned around and ran away.

In the blink of an eye, there were only two people left, Mo Yi and Tilt Miao, in the huge place.

There was silence all around, and the sound of heavy footsteps could be faintly heard in the courtyard.

She felt her hairs stand on end. Thinking that the villagers were so frightened, they didn't know what kind of bull ghosts and snake gods would come out.

The door creaked open, and what greeted me was a very delicate face.

The clothes are bright, the silhouette is rounded, and the clothes are fluttering.

A young man in his twenties leaned over to look at them, his eyes as gentle as water.