These days, there are a lot of people who visit Mo Chen, all of whom are deacons with a little reputation in the Taoist sect, and they are only here for one thing - to be a matchmaker.

Taoist deacon 36, so far 27 people have proposed to distant relatives, the reasons are also varied, anyway, they have never met, the woman let these deacons who are full of tongues describe the country and the city, sinking fish and geese, not worse than the heavenly fairy.

Mo Daoxu saw it in his eyes, and he was wondering when his own kid was so good, and the matchmakers were all lined up outside the boundless mountain.

As everyone knows, those mud monkeys thought about Mo Jing's meaning, and told the family elders about it as a false rumor, and they also knew the root of it after many inquiries, so that Mo Chen, who was drinking water, sprayed several meters in one gulp, which is a sin.

He didn't explain this matter, all the Taoist sects are rumors, and since they are rumors, why bother?

The defense of the Dao Sect is a little impermeable, there are very few poisonous snakes and poisonous scorpions, and the occasional ones are only ordinary beasts, and this poison is also lacking.

The only alien beast, the iron-patterned green snake, bit him, and the poison in the poison sac was empty, so Mo Chen threw the iron-patterned green snake down casually, sighing slightly, it was still not enough.

The venom sac of a poisonous snake is not large, some are the size of a soybean, some are the size of a pigeon's egg, after the venom is injected, it takes a long time to recover, the venom of these poisonous snakes is not enough for him to cultivate for a day, and the efficiency is too low, making him a little impatient.

The surrounding area of Wuya Mountain is the territory of legendary beasts, even Xiao Huang does not dare to go deeper, and poisonous beasts are really rare today, it is estimated that the overlord of snakes like the ancient three-headed snake will have the heart to bring a group of poisonous snakes under his command.

"It's really not good, I can only wait until I finish dealing with the affairs of the Dao Sect and then find a way." Mo Chen sighed, and somehow, although there are many legendary-level beasts in Sichuan Province, there are really no poisonous beasts, they are all small soldiers, and not a single elite beast has been seen.

On this day, the atmosphere of the Daoist Sect was a little more serious, and the usual disciples who were giggling and laughing were gone, and the neat elders were all guarding outside a room, not daring to move.

The house was full of joy.

Mo Shao personally served a cup of tea, made a gesture of please, and said: "I thought that this half of the crippled body could only die in the deep mountains, but I didn't think that there would be a day of recovery.

Mo Chen didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly stood up and arched his hand: "Grandfather's words hurt me, it is the same vein, and the word thank you is too rusty." You are a Taoist sect and a Sichuan Province sacrificing your life to hunt down foreign beasts, I just did my best, and I didn't have enough to worry about. ”

That being said, he unceremoniously drank the cup of tea. Mo Shao's temper is a little more fierce than Mo Daocheng, if you prevaricate him, you feel that you don't respect him, so you simply take a sip, this tea is also a good tea.

The more Mo Shao looked at it, the more satisfied he became, if this junior could be born in the name of the Dao Sect, he would not hesitate to take off Mo Daoxu's position as the sect master and let Mo Chen take over the inheritance. There are a lot of people in this sect, but he can't find any of them that he recognizes from the bottom of his heart.

"How does the tea taste?" Mo Yao asked.

Mo Chen's expression was strange, and he said honestly: "It's so bitter!"

"Haha." Mo shook and laughed: "You kid is very much to my liking. In the past, the younger generations who drank my tea only knew how to flatter, obviously it was a cup of bitter tea, but they said it like fairy spring nectar. Bitterness is bitterness, which is so much learning. ”

"That's what Grandfather said." Mo Chen just nodded. At that time, he saw that the old man Mo Shao's qi and blood were corrupted, his internal organs were all scarred, and he was alone in that secluded place but was disabled, and he couldn't bear it, so he explored the resources of the Taoist Sect thoroughly, and spent countless elixirs to make up a bottle of powerful qi and blood, which could pull the weak Mo Shao back from the door of the Yama Palace.

Mo shook the palm of his hand and groped the side of the teacup, and said calmly: "A cup of bitter tea, bitter as a yellow lotus in the mouth, sometimes fragrant when chewing, refreshed after swallowing, I often wake up to myself with a cup of bitter tea."

A cup of bitter tea, a matter of opinion.

After taking a sip of tea, Mo Shaoyan returned to the truth: "I heard that you are cultivating with poison, but what is it difficult to say?"

"It's just a small practice, and the effect is remarkable." Mo Shao asked this thing as soon as he opened his mouth, which made him a little surprised, no matter which point of view, it was a trivial matter, how could he remember it?

He can't talk about the ghoul law in detail, and he tries not to show it in front of the world, because this thing is really weird, and letting too many people know it will only add to the trouble.

Mo shook his mouth and asked, "A few days ago, you went out to pick elixir, and I heard that you were injured and met an elite king?"

"Well, sort of...... Mo Chen said embarrassedly, "There is also a giant horned demon deer, let that beast take a horn."

Hearing this, Mo Shao was rarely not surprised, but laughed and said, "I knew you did it." An elder of the three sects who explored Sichuan Province corresponded with me yesterday, saying that traces of the battle had been found by the lair of the giant horned demon deer, and the giant horned demon deer was nowhere to be found. ”

Mo Chen scratched his head and said: "It's nothing, I just want to slaughter an elite king for the sake of food, but it didn't happen, so the giant horned demon deer was caught."

The matter of the giant horned demon deer and the sika deer was fully explained, and a simple introduction was made. Mo Shao fell into deep thought, and when he came back to his senses, he said: "The Giant Horned Demon Deer is not a strange beast that is good at fighting, although its behavior is strange, it is reasonable to think about it. I'm just wondering which god and demon it is loyal to? What is the purpose of attacking the Dao Sect? And why did you ignore any instructions? ”

"If you think about it, it hurts your brain, and the Giant Horned Demon Deer doesn't participate in attacking the Dao Sect, which is a great thing. Your kid has made a lot of trouble in Liangguang, I'm not in the Taoist Sect these days, and what big things have I done, let me be happy when I say it. Mo Shao poured another cup of tea, and chewed a peanut in his shriveled hand.

Mo Chen shrugged his shoulders and said, "I really didn't do anything big. When I first arrived in Sichuan Province, I slaughtered a few elite beasts and provoked a difficult guy......"

"What's it that makes you feel so uncomfortable?" Mo Shao asked with a chuckle.

"Shadow Fox."

The peanuts in Mo Shao's hand fell into the plate, his dry throat seemed to be on fire, he grabbed Mo Chen's shoulder and asked in surprise, "Have you met with Shadow Fox?"

Mo Chen said honestly: "Yes, it's almost like slaughtering it......"

Mo Shao's shock was no less than when he encountered a wetland anaconda when he was chasing and killing the mountain earth dragon, and Mo Chen, who was looking at it with beady eyes, felt uncomfortable, so he smiled bitterly and said: "The Taoist sect is not as good as your own merits in fighting against foreign beasts."

(End of chapter)