On the afternoon of the second day, Yang Mo wore a cyan coarse cloth coat and carried a half-person-high bamboo basket on his back, walking step by step on the road back mountain.

This dress was specially asked for by Song Chunda, just to make him less conspicuous and save him any trouble.

His steps looked rather heavy as he walked, and it was obvious that the contents of the frame on his back were not light, but the frame was covered with a green cloth, and he could not see what was in it.

Today is the summer solar term, although the temperature on the mountain is cool, but after walking for a while with a heavy bamboo basket on his back, he is still hot and sweating.

Finally arrived at the place where Song Chunda said to put things, he hurriedly put down the bamboo basket, thinking that he couldn't stay in this place longer, so he had better leave first.

But at this moment, a young and crisp girl's voice sounded: "How did you send things to the replacement, where did the uncle go before?" ”

Hearing this voice, Yang Mo looked up and found that he didn't know when, there was a little girl in front of him, who looked like she was about ten years old.

Although this girl is not very young, she is very beautiful, with bright eyes and bright teeth, snow-white skin, and a superb little Lori.

After seeing this girl, he thought to himself that if he guessed correctly, this person in front of him should be Li Mochou, the future Chilian Fairy.

Looking at the little girl's puzzled gaze, Yang Mo put on a simple expression and said, "Brother Song has something at home, let me deliver something for him today." ”

When Li Mochou heard this, he frowned and said, "My mother-in-law is not feeling well today, I can't hold this basket, so you can help me carry it to the ancient tomb." ”

Yang Mo heard this, but found that a sly gaze flashed in the eyes of the little girl in front of him, and he suddenly understood something in his heart.

This is still Lori's Chilian Fairy in front of him, obviously deceiving him.

He knew that this ancient tomb was strictly forbidden for men to enter, and if he really listened to this girl's words and walked in, he would be slapped to death by Lin Chaoying's maid.

Thinking of this, he also pretended to be confused, scratched his head and said, "Brother Song said, let me put my things here and leave." ”

After he finished speaking, he put down the bamboo basket and prepared to leave, but who would have thought that Li Mochou suddenly screamed and shot a silver needle at him.

Yang Mo, who saw this silver needle, his first reaction was that Li Mochou became famous for the ice spirit silver needle, and he was immediately so frightened that he turned over and hid, and he narrowly dodged from under the silver needle.

After landing on the ground, he remembered that Li Mochou was not a red practice fairy at this time, how could he have an ice spirit silver needle.

"Hmph, I have long seen that you are wrong, how can there be a coolie with a beautiful face like you, with white fingers, and now I have tried to know martial arts, you must be a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect."

Li Mochou's little face was full of pride, as if he had done something amazing.

When Yang Mo heard this, he immediately stood up and wanted to explain, but who would have thought that at this time, Li Mochou suddenly shouted: "Mother-in-law, a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect has come to make trouble. ”

As soon as Li Mochou's words fell, Yang Mo heard a gust of wind coming from the side, and in order to save his life, a lazy donkey immediately rolled and rolled out in embarrassment.

Although his body was still in pain from the strong wind, he finally escaped this attack, and the attacker missed a blow, but he did not pursue again.

After he raised his head from the ground, he found that there was another woman beside Li Mochou.

This woman was mediocre-looking, wearing a gray cloth dress, and was pointing at him and asking Li Mochou: "He is the foundation of the Quanzhen Sect you said." ”

Li Mochou seemed to have to reply: "That's the mother-in-law, you see that he was born white and pure, and he has no calluses on his hands, so he is definitely not an ordinary person." ”

Hearing this, Yang Mo hurriedly stood up and explained: "This senior, please listen to my explanation, I am not a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, but a person who paid money to teach art in the Quanzhen, and the Song Chun family who used to deliver goods had something to do, so he asked me to deliver something." ”

After he finished explaining, the woman looked him up and down, then looked at Li Mochou helplessly and said, "Just you are naughty, I will go back and see how the girl cleans you up." ”

As soon as Li Mochou was said by the woman, he spit out his little tongue cutely, glared at Yang Mo dissatisfiedly, and then left in a hurry.

Seeing Li Mochou leaving, the woman took out something from her sleeve and threw it to Yang Mo, and then said in a flat tone: "This thing is considered compensation for what happened just now, although it is not a treasure, but it can save your life when you are in danger." ”

After speaking, she saw that Yang Mo still looked stupid, and said unhappily: "Don't hurry up and leave!" ”

Yang Mo hurriedly got up from the ground when he heard this, and he didn't care about seeing what the other party gave him, so he turned around and left in a hurry.

But the moment he turned around, he vaguely heard a woman's voice behind him.

“…… For the sake of some blockages, the Quanzhen Sect is really ......, throwing things ...... back mountain. ”

The voice was cold, but because it was too far away, he didn't hear it too clearly, just caught a few words.

But when he thought about it, he understood that the person who wanted to come here to talk was Lin Chaoying's maid.

After hurriedly returning to the Quanzhen Sect, he let go of all the emotions in his heart, took out the thing that the woman had thrown just now, and looked at it, and found that it was actually a golden needle inserted in a bamboo branch.

He pulled out the golden needle and looked at it, and saw that the golden needle was as thin as a hair, and the surface was shining with silver, as if it had been smeared with a layer of something, and it also exuded a faint fragrance of nectar.

"This should be the jade bee needle, I didn't expect to get such a good thing, but it's really as the woman said, with this jade bee needle, I don't know when it will save my life."

While secretly thinking in his heart, Yang Mo carefully inserted the jade bee needle back into the bamboo branch, and then put it on his body.

After finishing Song Chunda's affairs, he thought that it was time to cultivate the Black Tiger Fist, but he was notified by a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect that Li Zhichang had called him over.

Yang Mo changed his clothes and hurried towards where Li Zhichang lived.

He hurriedly walked on the path in the Quanzhen Sect, wearing a cyan robe, this robe was obviously made small, and it was a little tight on him, a little less Taoist free and easy, but a little strong.

After coming to this world for more than three months, his hair has grown a lot, and at this time it can hang down to his ears, although it is not as long as other ancients, it is enough to tie an ugly Taoist bun on his head.

At a glance, Yang Mo has completely lost the appearance of a modern person, and he is completely an ancient Taoist.

It's just that he grew up in modern times with better nutrition, a height of 1.79 meters, white and clean skin, and looks very different from those generally thin ancients, no wonder Li Mochou doesn't think he is a subordinate.

On the coarse cloth of Yang Mo's robe, there was a palm-sized yellow gourd, which contained rice wine given by Song Chunda.

Since he arrived in ancient times, because he had no drinks to drink, he became obsessed with this rice wine to satisfy his cravings.

After a while, he arrived at Li Zhichang's residence, and when he entered the courtyard, he saw that Li Zhichang was already standing in the courtyard.

At this time, Li Zhichang was not dressed as casually as before, carrying a long sword, wearing a black robe very sharply, and looking like he was about to go out.