Two days later, in the early morning, Yang Mo had just finished cultivating the Qingning Mind Method, when he felt that the surroundings of his body suddenly began to fluctuate violently, and a bubble visible to the naked eye suddenly appeared, enveloping him inside.

Looking at this bubble, Yang Mo was surprised: "Isn't this the bubble that brought me to this world?" ”

He saw that outside the colorful bubbles, black cracks began to emerge one after another, accompanied by something like black lightning.

This kind of sight that made Yang Mo's heart tremble when he looked at it continued to cut towards the bubbles, but the seemingly thin bubbles were very strong, and they were not affected by these attacks at all, and the light and shadow on the bubbles were still flowing unscathed.

After a while, I saw the mountain behind Zhongnan Mountain, where the bubbles were, the space suddenly contracted, and colorful light shot out, followed by the light fading, Yang Mo had disappeared from the original place without a trace.

And Yang Mo in the bubble only felt a sudden shock around him, and then he was dizzy again, but it seemed that because his strength had increased, he did not faint again this time.

When he came back to his senses, he found that the bubbles around him had disappeared, and he was in a small alley where sewage flowed.

Running out of it with the stench, he found that he was on a commercial street in Chang'an City.

At this time, it was the afternoon, when there were the most pedestrians, and many people looked at him with strange eyes, and there were many discussions in their mouths.

As soon as he looked at his body, he remembered that because of the sudden appearance of the bubble, he didn't have time to change his clothes, so he came back in a pitch-black robe.

After being in that world for almost ten months, his long hair had already hung down to his chin, which he would tie up on his head, and he also had a hairpin inserted.

Moreover, he had a wine gourd hanging from his waist and a sheathed sword from Qiu Chuji behind his back, so it was no wonder that pedestrians looked at him so strangely.

In that ancient period before, it was natural that everyone was dressed like this, but now looking at the streets full of modern people, Yang Mo suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Yang Moqiang pretended to be calm and wanted to leave, but who would have thought that at this time, he suddenly felt that someone from behind him came over and grabbed his sleeve suddenly.

Yang Mo, who had already achieved a little success in martial arts, had already reacted far beyond ordinary people, feeling that someone was holding him, and instinctively clasped the opponent's pulse with his backhand.

But when he buttoned it, he heard a cry of pain from the coquettish voice behind him, and when he turned his head to look, he realized that it was a girl he was pinching, who was not very old and in her early twenties.

And this girl is dressed quite uniquely, wearing a white costume long skirt, but with a bit of modern cut, as if it is the kind of costume in the game.

The girl's hairstyle is also ancient, embellished with a lot of hair accessories, setting off a delicate and beautiful melon seed face, really like an ancient beauty.

It's just that she is carrying a sports bag diagonally, which is very abrupt compared to each other, but it also proves her identity, a cosplay enthusiast.

"Lu Fang, what are you doing, you hurt me?"

The girl's voice was charming and beautiful, but Yang Mo listened to her words, obviously the girl recognized the wrong person.

As soon as the other party said this, Yang Mo hurriedly let go of his hand, knowing that he was no longer an ordinary person now.

He first relied on Li Zhichang's medicinal bath to cut off the hair and wash the marrow, so that his physique increased greatly, and then practiced internal and external skills to strengthen the body, and now his hand strength is not small, no wonder this girl will cry out in pain.

He looked at the other man's wrist, and the place he had pinched was already red.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but you seem to have recognized the wrong person, my name is not Lu Fang, my name is Yang Zhimo."

Yang Mo knew that it was his fault for pinching the other party, so he hurriedly apologized, but in order to avoid trouble, he simply reported a fake name.

Speaking of which, this is actually not a fake name, Yang Zhimo became the new name of the Zhizi generation after he entered the Quanzhen Sect.

While rubbing her wrists, the girl who was pinched by Yang Mo realized that Yang Mo, who turned around, was not the person she was looking for at all.

But the girl's wrist was pinched by Yang Mo, and she didn't want to talk to Yang Mo because she was angry.

The girl ignored it, took out her mobile phone to dial in a huff, and then questioned loudly into the phone.

"Lu Fang, where are you dying, don't hurry up, the activities here are about to start, what, you have diarrhea, you won't be able to come for a while, Lu Fang! I'm, you know we're ...... today."

Seeing that the girl didn't pay attention to him, Yang Mo shrugged his shoulders and turned around to leave.

After being troubled by this girl just now, it made the people on the street think that he was a cosplay enthusiast, and the strange eyes were not so many at once.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he had to hurry up and leave, this place was far from his ancient mansion, and now he just wanted to go back and change his clothes.

Then I have to take a good look at that ancient well, what is the magic place on the ground, which can actually teleport him into the martial arts world.

But before he had gone far, he heard the girl behind him shouting again: "Hey, that Taoist priest, I see that you are also playing COS, give you a chance to participate in our activities, how about it, you should be compensated for pinching my hand just now." ”

Hearing the girl's words, Yang Mo grinned, not bothering to pay attention to this kind of girl who feels good about herself, as if the whole world should revolve around her.

Obviously, the person who made the appointment couldn't come, and he asked him, but he still looked like you were honored, so he didn't bother to pay attention to it.

Seeing that Yang Mo didn't even know how to keep her head, the girl continued to leave as if she hadn't heard it, and chased after her in a hurry, grabbing Yang Mo's sleeve.

"Didn't you hear me?"

Yang Mo said with a displeased expression: "I heard it, but I'm not interested in what you said, you don't have to give me a chance, goodbye." ”

After he finished speaking, he shook off the girl's hand and was about to leave, who would have thought that this girl would stand in front of Yang Mo directly, with a look of unwillingness.

"I'm wrong, please help me, one of our community's COS can't come, if you're willing to help, I'm willing to pay you."

Hearing that there was money to be made, Yang Mo's heart moved, as the so-called penny is not a hero, he is indeed short of money now.

Not to mention the living expenses, he hasn't settled the tuition fees for the start of school, and there are still a few taels of silver in his sleeve, but in this era, silver is not valuable, and a few taels of silver can't solve his urgent need.

This girl's words poked at his soft underbelly, which made Yang Mo hesitate in his heart, whether to put down his work and make money.

The girl saw that Yang Mo's expression had changed when she heard Qian, and knew that there was a play, so she hurriedly began to explain.

"As long as you go and make a few moves, two hours at most, I'll pay you five hundred yuan, how about it."

After the girl finished speaking, she looked at Yang Mo expectantly.

"Deal!"

Hearing five hundred yuan in two hours, Yang Mo agreed, and the hesitation in his heart was swept away, face or anything is a floating cloud, and having money to make is the king.

PS: Today is the National Memorial Day for the victims of the 1213 Nanjing Massacre, remember history and don't forget the national shame! Long live the Chinese nation!