"I don't need to!"

Mu Yi sincerely thanked him, but he didn't expect that some people were still willing to accept it.

After Mo Ruyan dropped these three words, he left directly with a spear, and the dart masters who were originally standing in the corner watching the excitement scattered one after another.

Mu Yi didn't care when he saw this, although he hadn't spent a long time with Mo Ruyan, he basically figured out her character, so he didn't catch up, or pestered to say thank you or anything like that.

Mu Yi continued to stay where he was, and then slowly punched again, but this time, he had a new and different experience.

Even after this punch, he not only felt warm in his body, but even his mind recovered by almost a third at once.

However, Mu Yi didn't continue to fight again, because he understood what it meant to be too much, and fighting again would not have the same effect as just now.

Back in the room, Mu Yi wiped his body briefly and changed into a brand new robe.

Until he set off, Mo Ruyan didn't say a word to Mu Yi again, but Uncle Cai came to Mu Yi to greet him, in fact, it was a greeting, but it was better to ask for more advice.

Because of the delay yesterday, I was supposed to rush to Luoyang City this evening, but now I have to delay one more night.

In other words, they still need to spend the last night before entering Luoyang City.

Even if Mo Ruyan or Uncle Cai didn't say it, the rest of the dart masters could still think that tonight was definitely crucial, even a night related to their life and death.

Since even they could think of things, how could Mu Yi not think of them? He even knew exactly why Uncle Cai came to him.

But where would Mu Yi know what fortune telling, yesterday's time, it was just nonsense after he saw the ambush, otherwise if they really must die, how could a big slave be saved?

Although Mu Yi knows very well what is going on, he can't tell the truth at this time, right? If that's the case, I'm afraid the other party will be even more unconvinced, and even think that he is deliberately perfunctory.

So Mu Yi pondered for a while before saying four words: there is no danger.

After receiving Mu Yi's reply, although Uncle Cai couldn't say that he was relieved immediately, he was at least no longer as worried as he was when he left.

To put it bluntly, what Uncle Cai really wants is just a peace of mind, or just a disguised guarantee, he feels that what a master like Mu Yi said is naturally accurate, even if it is not accurate, Mu Yi has the strength to make things accurate again.

After Uncle Cai left, Mu Yi shook his head slightly, then closed his eyes, and continued to feel the changes in his body, especially the changes in his mental strength.

For a whole day, Mu Yi didn't get out of the car for half a step, and even Uncle Cai came to ask at noon, but he was stopped by the big slave, so no one saw Mu Yi throughout the day, even Mo Ruyan couldn't help but be a little curious, and didn't understand what Mu Yi was doing.

It wasn't until I stayed in the hotel at night that I saw Mu Yi get out of the car, although there was a cover of night, but Mo Ruyan still saw Mu Yi's pale and somewhat excessive face at the moment.

"Little Taoist, are you alright?" Seeing this, Mo Ruyan couldn't help but ask, and she was the only one who never changed her name for Mu Yi.

"It's fine." Mu Yi shook his head, although he said that it was okay, his body still shook, and he didn't look like he was fine.

"While it's dark, you might as well leave here with the big slave." This is the second time that Mo Ruyan has asked Mu Yi to leave, but this time, it is sincere.

"Can someone prepare a bucket of hot water for me?" Mu Yi ignored Mo Ruyan's words, but said to himself.

Mo Ruyan glanced at Mu Yi deeply, and then left without saying a word.

Half an hour later, Uncle Cai personally came to invite Mu Yi and took Mu Yi to a room, which was boiling hot, and in the middle was a large wooden barrel, which was filled with boiling hot water.

After Uncle Cai left, Mu Yi took out a paper bag from the cloth bag, opened it, and poured the powder inside into the bucket.

Suddenly, the clear water began to become pitch black, and a strong herbal breath suddenly emanated, and even countless bubbles bubbled out underwater.

Looking at this scene, Mu Yi felt that if it wasn't for the medicine he had prepared by himself, he would never dare to go in.

Even so, he took off his robe and stepped directly into it.

"Shhh

Even though he had been prepared, Mu Yi was still burned and almost jumped out, but then he gritted his teeth and endured it, but as time passed, his exposed skin gradually turned from pale to red.

Especially Mu Yi's face, like a boiled prawn, a stream of heat rose up, gradually making his face looming.

The reason why Mu Yi suddenly became like this was because he carried out the sacrificial training during the day, regardless of the loss.

The bamboo festival of the years cannot be interrupted for 7749 days, and there is even a reason why every day is chosen at night.

Because whether it is a sacrificial spiritual object or a magic weapon, it is not an overnight thing, in addition to the gradual progress, the more reason is that the realm is too low, and the only way to achieve the goal can be achieved by using water drops through the stone.

For example, Mu Yi is now refining the years of bamboo, if he is strong enough, he will not need any 7749 days, or even a few days of kung fu to be able to successfully refine the sacrifice.

It's a pity that he doesn't have this kind of strength, so he can only come little by little.

And he chose the evening, not only at night, but to leave himself more time to recover, because every time he refined, whether it was the strength of the mind or the essence blood, it was a considerable burden on him.

If Mu Yi doesn't stop, I'm afraid that in three or five days at most, he will become a one-man worker, and this method will hurt the fundamentals, and the gains outweigh the losses.

That's why Mu Yi will practice every night, then recover during the day, and then continue to practice at night, so that the constant repetition can just maintain the consumption at a balance.

We did our best without hurting the roots.

But today, Mu Yi chose to practice during the day, which is equivalent to breaking the balance of Shengsheng before his body has recovered, and he has been slightly injured to the root.

So when Mu Yi got out of the car, he would look like that, and even at this moment, he had to use the domineering way of medicinal baths to recover.

Because Mu Yi knows very well that tonight is very important, and there will even be a big war, and tonight, it is not a big slave who can turn the tide.

Although Mu Yi was not without a little means of self-defense when he was sacrificing the years of bamboo at night, it was only passive after all, and even if the enemy was too strong, maybe it would interfere with him.

Therefore, Mu Yi would rather fight to slightly injure the roots, but also complete the sacrifice during the day, in order to free up his hands to deal with the situation at night.

(Repay the debt plus the fourth, today is the end, good night everyone!) ）