In the mountain temple outside the west ten miles of Shengyu Village, Yang Mo sat cross-legged on the roof, absorbing the aura of star power.

Tomorrow is the night of the full moon in this world, and today's moon is already like a silver plate, outlining a circle of silver light around Yang Mo.

Looking at the full moon in the sky, Yang Mo thought that when he had been in this world for a month, there was still a trace of doubt on his face.

As for the source of this doubt, it was from the fact that he had just broken through to the fourth layer of the Divine Accumulation Sect, the second layer of the Nine Xuan Star Tribulation.

After he reached the second layer of the Nine Xuan Star Tribulation, he could finally receive the star power to condense the physical body acupoints and begin to officially embark on the path of physical sanctification.

The moment he stepped into the quadruple, he could feel his body begin to absorb the power of the sky stars and begin to condense his physical body.

It's just that he can't feel the Seven Killing Stars that are connected to his mind, so his speed of absorbing star power is a little slow.

At the same time, according to the record of the Nine Xuan Star Tribulation, he will also awaken the second supernatural power.

But the problem just appeared here, no matter how much he checked himself, he didn't find out what the second magic power was.

In doubt, he has been puzzled for a long time, and he really can't figure out what the problem is.

On this road, because he had no master to guide him, he could only rely on his own exploration.

In this way, Yang Mo didn't know how long he had been sitting, until he sensed that something seemed to be flying from the northwest direction, so he put down the supernatural power, turned over and stared into the distance.

Looking at the northwest direction, Yang Mo's eyes flashed with purple light, and he found that the flying thing turned out to be a flying sword.

On top of the flying sword, there was a middle-aged man with a mustache.

This person was quite sloppy in a green shirt, flying with a sword, and drinking with a wine gourd.

As the flying sword got closer and closer, a smell of wine also drifted along the wind, making Yang Mo frown unconsciously.

After the man arrived at the mountain temple, the flying sword was put behind his back, and then it fell to Yang Mo's side.

He glanced at Yang Mo and said, "Little brother, can you stay here for a night?" ”

"Borderlands, don't ask me."

Yang Mo's face was calm, but he had already guessed in his heart that the man in front of him must be the Situ Zhong who was known as the Wine Sword Immortal.

"It's always going to come first, first served."

Situ Zhong said, picked up the wine gourd in his hand and shook it, but found that there was no drop.

At this time, he suddenly looked at Yang Mo and said, "Little brother, you can have some wine." ”

"I've always been bad at what's in the cup."

After Yang Mo finished speaking, Situ Zhong showed a regretful look, and then looked up at the moon in the sky.

"What's the point of life without drinking?"

"Can you forget everything when you're drunk?"

Yang Mo asked rhetorically.

As soon as he finished speaking, Situ Zhong turned his head to look at him, his expression a little puzzled.

"Are you here for Li Sansi's son? Or is it because of Nangong Huang's entrustment? ”

As soon as Yang Mo's two words came out, the face of the Wine Sword Immortal Situ Zhong changed, the silver light flashed in his hand, and the long sword was still out of his body.

Feeling the sword intent condensed in Situ Zhong's hand, Yang Mo said indifferently: "Your sword intent is not pure enough. ”

As his words fell, the Mo Xue Sword had already emerged from his arm.

Immediately after, the blue-black sword light began to linger around Yang Mo, and the sky-high sword intent roared out, stabbing the Wine Sword Immortal's eyes with some pain.

"Who are you? What do you want to do in this Shengyu Village? After walking the rivers and lakes for so many years, I have never heard of such a young master as you in the human race! ”

The wine sword fairy looked at Yang Mo's face and desperately began to recall Yang Mo's identity.

Facing the question of the Wine Sword Immortal, Yang Mo shook his head and said, "Your Dao is no longer above the Dao of the Sword. ”

"If you don't explain your intentions again, don't blame me for being rude."

Situ Zhong was more and more surprised by Yang Mo's words, and picked up the sword technique, ready to strike at any time.

But then, Yang Mo didn't wait for Situ Zhong to make a move, so he took the lead in making a move.

Under the moonlight, like the light of the ink sword covering the stars and closing the moon, it flashed away like a frightening flood.

In the face of Yang Mo's move, the long sword in Situ Zhong's hand flew out, flashing several white sword lights in succession, and took Yang Mo's cloud break.

But after that, Yang Mo put away the Mo Xue sword, and the expression on his face was a little regretful.

He said meaningfully: "I'm just a passerby, you don't have to worry. It's you, I'm a little disappointed......"

After speaking, Yang Mo turned over and jumped off the roof and went into the mountain temple to rest.

And Situ Zhong on the roof had a shocked expression on his face, looking at Yang Mo who disappeared in disbelief.

Early the next morning, Yang Mo finished his early morning cultivation under Situ Zhong's strange gaze.

At this time, suddenly a young child's voice came from outside the Shenshan Temple: "Master, master, today is fifteen, and my father wants to invite you to have a light meal at home." ”

Yang Mo looked outside the mountain temple and found that it was Wang Xiaohu, who had not seen him for nearly half a month.

Hearing that he was asked to eat, Yang Mo was about to refuse, but after glancing at Situ Zhong next to him, he nodded in agreement.

And after he agreed, he also looked at Situ Zhong and said, "Brother Situ, if you want to go together, you should be served with wine." ”

As soon as his voice fell, Situ Zhong had not answered, but Wang Xiaohu took the lead in speaking.

"There is good wine and good wine, my father specially set up a banquet at Brother Li's Fairy Sword Inn today, and they only bought a few new altars of bamboo leaf green a few days ago."

Although Situ Zhong wondered why Yang Mo invited him, after hearing the words of the Immortal Sword Inn, his heart moved and agreed.

Seeing that Situ Zhong agreed, Yang Mo smiled faintly, grabbed Wang Xiaohu with one hand, and unfolded his body and rushed towards Shengyu Village.

I saw that every time he took a step, his body was several feet away, and he disappeared from the outside of the mountain temple in a few steps.

Seeing this, Situ Zhong also used his means to follow, following closely behind Yang Mo.

Shengyu Village Xianjian Inn, business was not prosperous in the past, and today Wang Xiaohu's father chartered a table of wine banquets, which is already a big customer.

Just when the innkeeper Mrs. Li was busy early in the morning and preparing for the banquet, three Miao men suddenly came to the inn.

As soon as the three of them entered the store, they wanted to charter the inn, and they were very generous, and when they saw the white silver, Aunt Li immediately agreed, completely forgetting about the prince's banquet.

Just as she sent the three Miao people into the guest room, she was in a hurry to prepare the banquet, and hurriedly called her nephew Li Xiaoyao, who was still sleeping.

Just as Li Xiaoyao rubbed his eyes and walked downstairs, he saw Wang Xiaohu rushing in from outside the door, followed by three men behind him.

One is Wang Xiaohu's father, a salt merchant in the village, whom Li Xiaoyao naturally knows.

The other was a middle-aged man in a green shirt with a mustache and a long sword on his back.

And the last person was a young man with a delicate face, a man in a white brocade robe, who looked like he was in his early twenties.

The young man, however, had the impression that he had stayed at his inn for a few days a month before leaving.

At this time, Wang Xiaohu, who had already arrived at Li Xiaoyao's side, pointed at Yang Mo carefully.

"Brother Li, he is the one who taught me martial arts."

When Li Xiaoyao heard this, his eyes immediately widened.

Ever since he knew that Wang Xiaohu had learned martial arts, he didn't mention how envious he was, but he wanted Wang Xiaohu to introduce him to martial arts more than once.

knew that this young man was the one who taught Wang Xiaohu to practice martial arts, and when the other party lived in the hotel, he should have taken the initiative to ask for advice.