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Ling Motang regretted a little, she shouldn't have let Zhao Chusheng leave last night, she should have used her three-inch tongue to let Zhao Chusheng point out where they would go next.

"Brother Mo, you said that this Canglan Mountain is so big, where should we go?" Pei Wenjing stretched his waist, and changed his title to Ling Motang from "boss" to "Brother Mo".

Ling Motang's protest was ineffective, and he acquiesced after listening to it.

Xiao Mingruo felt that it was funny and followed Pei Wenjing to call "Brother Mo", not only Xiao Mingruo, but even Sun Yueting, who has always been empathetic, followed the public astray, shaking his head and saying: Mo Tang deserves this 'Brother Mo'.

Ling Motang wanted to vomit blood: I'm really a pure girl! Big boobs and big ass!

"What can I do, wander around." Ling Motang was weak and straightened the piano bag on his body.

Xiao Mingruo stared at Ling Motang and looked carefully: "Don't you have a space bag?" Although Ling Motang is not short, the long qin is not short, and it is extremely inconvenient to carry it on her back, and she looks hard for Ling Motang.

Ling Motang smiled: "Yes, but the spiritual power is not enough to open the storage space." ”

"When I didn't say anything." Xiao Mingruo knew that Ling Motang was a waste of wood in the field of cultivation, but he didn't expect that Ling Motang could waste wood to such an extent that he couldn't even use the storage space.

Ling Motang also tried to use the aura in his body, but he could only sense that there was aura circulating in his body, but once it was released, it was like a water pipe blocked by a wooden plug, and no spiritual power could be released.

There are also times when the storage space bag is just opened a little, and it is closed again because of the lack of spiritual power, and the things that should not be put in cannot be taken out, and the things that should be put in become a burden in the hand, and later, Ling Motang simply gave up using the space storage bag, and blatantly put things into his coarse cloth backpack, and stuffed silver tickets or something into his boots.

"It should be that you haven't been able to find the right way to cultivate the spirit, maybe your spiritual root is special, and the exercises of ordinary people cultivating the spirit are not applicable to you." Sun Yueting is always so understanding, but Ling Motang is a professional demolitionist, or a person who demolishes her own stage, she said very honestly: "No, first, I'm lazy, and I'm dormant when others cultivate the spirit, and secondly, someone told me early on that I am not a cultivator, so I don't care." ”

Wang Yusen sneered: "Brother Mo, although I have been in a mess for three or two years, I am not lazy to the point of giving up on myself like you, how did you manage to be so laissez-faire to yourself?" "You must know that in Kyushu, once you know that you have a spiritual root, you will not give up your cultivation, even if you are the most useless owner of the wood spirit root, you will give it a fight, once you break through, you can increase your lifespan by several decades and delay aging.

And Ling Motang knew that he had a spiritual root but didn't know how to cherish it, so he really wanted to completely empty himself.

"Go with the flow." Ling Motang didn't think so, she was also obsessed with why she had a spiritual root but couldn't release her spiritual power, but then she figured it out, everything can't be forced, it's like she can see ghosts and others can't, she can drive ghosts and cross the soul but others can't, grandpa is right, everyone has different talents, there is no need to force it.

Sun Yueting admired Ling Motang for being so casual, peaceful and indifferent.

While walking and chatting, the area of Canglan Mountain is not large, but it still took more than two hours to cross the mountain, and when I went to the west of the mountain, the trees became denser and denser, blocking the shadow of the sun, and there was a faint mist floating in the forest. The deeper you go, the fog gets heavier and heavier, until you finally can't see anything fifty meters ahead.

"Don't go." Sun Yueting stopped: "I always feel that my breath is not quite right. A fragrance that seemed to be there permeated the forest, Pei Wenjing's eyes were a little sluggish, and he smelled the air around him when he heard Sun Yueting say this: "It's very fragrant, like the bird's nest soup made by my mother." ”

Xiao Mingruo shook his head: "How did I smell blood." ”

"You hear the sound of the harp." Wang Yusen closed his eyes and listened carefully.

Ling Motang and Sun Yueting glanced at each other, and Sun Yueting's eyes were full of tenderness: "Fu'er, I finally saw you." ”

What a situation! Ling Motang was stunned alone, these people were neurotic, where did the smell of bird's nest come from, how could there be the smell of blood, and the sound of the piano, Sun Yueting was even more outrageous, and he actually saw his fiancée who was thinking about it day and night!!

"Brother Sun?" Ling Motang shook Sun Yueting, Sun Yueting actually fell asleep under the root of the tree with a weak leg, and then looked at Xiao Mingruo's frowning brows and slowly fell under the root, Wang Yusen and Pei Wenjing were the same, the only difference was that the expressions on their faces were different.

Sun Yueting is as tender as water, Xiao Mingruo's face is solemn, Wang Yusen is reluctant, and Pei Wenjing is satisfied and happy.

Ling Motang sat down cross-legged beside the four of them, guarding this place with his chin in his hands, wondering in his heart, they should have entered the dream realm, could it be that this is the third level of the Liuyun Sect, so why can't she feel anything?

Mo Jingru, who was not far away and watched Ling Motang's and his party's every move, was also puzzled, why couldn't Ling Motang feel the dream created by the Liuyun Sect?

"Senior brother, Ling Motang's eyes are clear, it doesn't look like he has entered a dream." Zhao Chusheng was also surprised: "Could it be that she has a stuffy nose, she can't do it, she is not blind, can't she see the mist floating in the forest?" ”

Mo Jingru frowned: This Ling Motang is weird, it stands to reason that her spiritual power is the weakest among this line, and she should be the fastest to hit, why is her eyes still so clear until now, and she is completely not controlled by the fog.

"Wait a little longer, if it takes more than two hours, they can't wake up from their dreams, then send them down the mountain, as for Ling Motang'......" Mo Jingru hesitated, after so many introductory tests, he really hadn't met someone like Ling Motang.

"What about her?" Zhao Chusheng asked closely.

"Tell the master and let the elders decide whether to test again." Mo Jingru's tone was calm, and Zhao Chusheng said, "Huh? With a sigh, he said with some reluctance: "It's better to just turn a blind eye, why bother to trouble the elders again." ”

Mo Jingru looked serious: "How can you be rash, this round of testing is the most important, if you have a demonic obstacle in your heart but can't restrain your soul cultivation, you will only enter the demonic path, which is not good for the sect, this level is something that as long as you want to enter the Liuyun Sect, you must face it." ”

"Senior brother is taught." Zhao Chusheng looked depressed, this senior brother is too serious, what kind of demon can a person like Ling Motang become? With her flamboyant tongue, if she is a demon, it will really be a shame in the demon world.

Ling Motang waited boredly, waited and waited, his eyelids fought, his head fell down and he fell asleep, Zhao Chusheng immediately pushed Mo Jingru: "You see she has also fallen asleep." ”

Mo Jingru's voice was not salty or light: "She is really asleep." ”