In the evening, Mo Ziling cooked pickled products bought from a farmer's house at the foot of the mountain during the day and made a few dishes, and Han Fang hunted a few wild meats, which became an excellent accompaniment to the drink. After having dinner in Han Daolin's husband and wife's house, Mo Ziling was about to go out and was stopped by the master, and when the master arrived in the room, he saw Han Daolin pick up a wish-shaped fan made of wood from the couch, which was extremely small. At this moment, the fan was in Han Daolin's hand, and it was the first time that Mo Ziling had seen such a changeable object, so he couldn't help but take a few more looks.

"Ling'er has been under the master's door for several years, and the master has never given Ling'er a thing; Starting today, if you want to practice the art of asking the heavens and passing through the shadows, you will inevitably come into contact with some things that ordinary people can't perceive; this spiritual weapon is called the "Folding Moon Fan", which is handed down by the Tu Shan clan of the ancient nine-tailed fox family, and it will be given to you. All spiritual objects must be confessed to the Lord. After your qi and blood are connected to this folding moon fan, it can change in size according to your mind, and the destructive power will inevitably be different depending on the size. Remember, you must not use this fan on the worldly. Come, and put your blood on this wishful bead. After speaking, he handed the fan to Mo Ziling.

After taking the Folding Moon Fan, his fingers lightly touched the Ziming Sword on his waist, and there were blood beads oozing out, dotted on the Ruyi beads on the fan surface, only to see that the wooden Ruyi Beads emitted a dazzling light, and then this light expanded to the entire Folding Moon Fan, and suddenly this light shrank into the palm of Mo Ziling's right hand, and the room darkened again. Spread out the palm, there is a small ruyi mark on the palm, which is whiter and more greasy than other skin.

Han Daolin watched the Folding Moon Fan disappear into the palm of the ink purple spirit, and stroked his long hair while bowing his head: "Sure enough, it is the spirit weapon of the Tu Shan clan." After finishing speaking, with a wave of his long sleeves, some tricks flashed in Mo Ziling's mind.

"The trick has been given to you, after all, it is a technique that ordinary people can't practice, you can slowly comprehend it yourself. In addition, in order to know that you have a loving heart for Zilan, but Zilan has a different physique from you, and the content of his practice is also different; what you can practice may not be able to practice, can you wake up?" After speaking, he took out a black shiny turtle shell, only the size of a child's palm, with Fuxi gossip on it, and handed it to Mo Ziling: "This is a divination weapon used by the teacher to ask the heavens, and the aura can already reach the heavens and the earth, so it will be passed on to you together." You don't need to recognize the owner of this thing, you can just keep it with you. The aura of Taihua Mountain is abundant and pure, you can comprehend and practice on your own in the past few days, and you should be able to penetrate it in a few days. ”

Mo Ziling respectfully took it and bowed his head and withdrew from the inner room, Gongsun Yue was standing in the outhouse looking at the courtyard in front of the window, when he heard the footsteps behind him and turned around, he looked at Mo Ziling lovingly: "Good boy, concentrate on cultivation these days, and the meal can be prepared by the master." Mo Ziling nodded in response, walked out of the room, came to the courtyard, stood quietly for a moment, and then walked back to his room.

When he returned to the room, he untied the Ziming sword wrapped around his waist and put it on the wooden table in front of the window, and suddenly saw a small pottery bottle on the table. After thinking for a while, it should have been sent by the senior brother who thought that she must have been injured in her thigh after walking for half a day on horseback for the first time, chuckled, picked up the clay bottle and walked to the couch, her inner thigh had indeed been worn out, and she had only been holding on.

After taking the medicine, Mo Ziling lay on the couch, recalling the recipes she had written down in her mind, she had never forgotten them since she was a child, and it was not difficult to memorize them, but she had to read them carefully to appreciate the deep meaning. After a while, she closed her eyes and fell asleep, the magic trick in her brain flickered more and more clearly, and a faint golden mist rose around Mo Ziling's body, only she was asleep and unconscious.

In the same cold and silent night, several people on Taihua Mountain have fallen asleep, and a few people are walking in the mountains and forests on the outskirts of Weicheng on the border between Beiqiang and Xiyue, all dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, only wearing different animal skins to keep out the cold. In front of him should be the guard, burly and strong, with a scimitar in his hand swinging from time to time to cut off the branches beside him; in the middle, a thin figure, also tight-fitting clothes, only the cloth is brocade, and up close there is a faint charm pattern embroidered on the cuffs and collar, covered with cranes of the same color; black hair is scattered, and the hair at the temples is braided into several locks, and the other loose silk is draped over the shoulders. His resolute face, bronzed skin, and the smell of danger in his eyes from time to time made him not look like he was in his crown. Several guards followed closely behind him.

Seeing that he was about to walk out of the mountains and forests, the man in the middle commanded in a low voice: "Rest on the spot, wait for the city gate to open and enter Weicheng to replenish, change the Central Plains costume and then set off to Licheng." There was laziness in his voice, but the guards around him did not dare to be careless.

"Shizi, you have fought a lot in the past few years, and you have never been defeated, and no one in my Beiqiang is dissatisfied. The person the Great Wizard said is really worth your risk to enter Xiyue to investigate?" asked a guard beside him.

This person is Murong Lie, the son of Beiqiang, who is rarely prestigious, bravely crowns the world, and is called "Lie Gongzi" by the world. Beiqiang is located in the northern frontier of the Dayue Dynasty, and the people are fierce. He claimed to be a descendant of the ancient Fuxi clan, worshiped the great wizard in the country, and served as the king of Qin Tianjian, and won the trust of the people of Beiqiang. Since the establishment of the dynasty by Dayue Taizu, the Murong clan was enshrined in the northern Xinjiang to establish the vassal state of Beiqiang, and has been guarding the northern frontier of Dayue for hundreds of years. A few decades ago, the first emperor of Dayue began to abandon the government, the state was gradually in danger, and the vassal states were faintly dissatisfied; the Beiqiang State went up to the royal city and down to the common people were restless.

Murong Lie looked at the twinkling Sirius in the night sky, and said after a long time: "Since the Great Wizard has been shown by the sky, he must go to see it, and he can not be defeated in a hundred battles if he knows himself and the other party." This trip also has a purpose, Ah Ye, you must carefully observe the terrain, and the map you have drawn needs to be perfected. ”

A thin little guard next to him was called Ah Ye's whisper: "Follow the teachings of the prince." ”

"Two of them are on duty for the night, and the rest of them are resting. After speaking, Murong Lie jumped on a giant tree beside him, lay down on a thick horizontal branch and fell asleep.

Early in the morning of the second day, Han Fang found Mo Ziling who had just finished practicing and was sitting on a boulder meditating in the mountains and forests on the right side of the wooden house. ”

Mo Ziling got up and smiled happily: "Senior brother knows where to catch it?"

"Senior brother, I grew up in this mountain, where I don't know. Seeing Mo Ziling's bright smile, Han Fang couldn't help but reach out and pinch her cheek, and her peach blossom eyes were full of doting.

Mo Ziling glared at him and walked away, and after walking a few steps, he didn't see Han Fang following, looking back at him, he saw that he was leaning under a laurel tree in a daze, with a medicinal herb in his mouth, and his style was lazy. Mo Zi Lingqi smiled and said, "Senior brother, what are you waiting for?"

Han Fang spit out the herbs in his mouth, smiled brightly, and got up to chase after him.