"Okay! This book was searched for by the old man from Mizumoto, and now I'm giving it to you. Qingxu Daoist pointed to the broken book on the table.

"Thank you, master!" Mo Ding stepped forward to pick up the scroll, only to see that it was a thin book that was a little tattered, with 4 seal characters on the dark yellow cover: "Void Xun Sword Array".

"Master, this is a sword book, I have already created the Yuan Xun Sword Formation, do you have any other exercises? "When Mo Ding saw that it was this broken book, he didn't want it, and he had to ask the master to give him another set of exercises.

"The way of the formation, the origin is connected, both through the sword array, and ten thousand formations are one. The Taoist chief threw down this sentence, walked away without looking back, and said to himself happily as he walked: "New Year's fortune, longevity than Nanshan...... Hahaha!"

"It seems that I can't get a new formation, who wants to read this broken book!" Mordin threw the book on the table depressedly, unloaded his backpack, and fell asleep. After a night of freezing, and now he got into the hot bed, he slept very sweetly, and waited until he woke up, and his consciousness was dusk.

In fact, he was awakened by hunger.

Mordin quickly cleaned up and went straight to the dining hall.

There were already many people eating in the dining hall, and when Aunt Wu saw Mo Ding coming in, she greeted warmly: "Oh, Mo Ding is back, come here." ”

It turned out that Fat Aunt Wu was eating alone at a small table, and the two large tables in the canteen were empty.

"There are a lot of guests who come to incense today, and Guanli has invited many people from the mountain to help, you see that the big table is full, I will get you some food. ”

As she spoke, Fat Aunt Wu wiped the table and brought two large pots of beef and vegetables to Mordin.

"Aunt Wu, have you eaten it?" asked Mordin.

"I've sent the food box to the Taoist, so you can eat with confidence. Fat Aunt Wu thought that Mo Ding was worried about the Taoist, so she comforted him and said.

"Then you give me a food box, and I'll take it to the Taoist to accompany him to dinner. ”

"What a filial child, as soon as he came back, he knew that he was going to eat with the Taoist. Aunt Wu boasted.

Mordin took the food box and came to the master's house, and when he saw that the door was open, he walked straight in.

"Master, I'll accompany you to dinner. Mordin said as he entered the house.

Qingxu Daoist was drinking, with a plate of peanuts and a plate of marinated dried tofu in front of him, and when he saw Mo Ding coming in, he smiled and asked Mo Ding to sit down at the table.

"Master, please eat beef and sesame oil and mushrooms stir-fried camellia. Mordin brought two large plates of dishes from the food box and placed them on the table.

"Okay, good!" The Taoist smiled and stroked his already long beard: "Come, accompany the master to have two drinks." ”

With that, he magically took out a cup and a bottle of Moutai, filled the cup, and handed it to Mordin.

Mordin took it, raised his cup and said to the master, "Master, I wish you ......"

The Taoist hurriedly waved his hand: "That's it, don't follow the teacher to those false tricks, drink, drink!" He raised his wine glass and touched it with Mordin: "I have received your heart." ”

Mo Ding drank a full glass of Moutai wine in one gulp, and the wine was mellow and spicy.

"It seems that the amount of wine is good, come on, come on, drink two more glasses if you can. The Taoist chief filled Mordin's cup again, and a bottle of Moutai was empty.

Mo Ding drank 6 large cups in a row and drank up 3 bottles of Moutai from the master. It seems that he didn't come to accompany the master to dinner, but like he came to the master to drink wine.

"Don't just drink, eat all the dishes. The Taoist chief admonished.

"Master, you can eat some too. Mordin pushed the bowl forward.

"I've got these two dishes enough. He pointed to the peanuts and dried tofu in front of him and said, "Hurry up and eat it." ”

Mordin was no longer polite, and devoured the two large pots of vegetables he had brought over.

After eating, he wiped the greasy on his mouth, looked at the master who was carefully drinking, and thought about how to ask him for some more formation methods.

"Don't stare at it, the teacher already knows what you're coming from. In this way, when you are full of old food, you can run an errand for the teacher. The Taoist said slowly.

"Master, what do you want your disciple to do?"

"Send a gift to the Biqing Daoist of the Xuanzhen Sect for the teacher, by the way, you can also ask her for some formation paths. The Taoist took out a small package as if by magic.

"Okay, master, where is the Xuanjin Sect?" Mo Ding took the package, weighed it, and found that it was not very heavy.

"Master, where is the Xuanjin Sect?"

"In Cuiwei Mountain, Datian Township, Yunyang County, Chengdu, Chongqing, you can go tonight. ”

"Master! Yunyang County, Chengdu, Chongqing, is more than 1,000 kilometers away, and on such a cold day, I have to freeze to death again. Mordin shouted.

"Didn't you drink 3 large bottles of liquor just now? The Taoist said lightly.

"Master Dare has already planned it! Forget it, Sun Monkey can't fight like a Buddha, I'd better hurry up." Mordin said goodbye to his master, returned to his cabin, took the sleeping bag on the bed in his hand, stuffed the torn book that had been thrown on the table into his backpack, and took off his sword to the northwest.

With a sleeping bag, Mo Ding felt much more comfortable lying on the sword, he accelerated all the way, and ran along the border of Jiangxi, Zhejiang and Zhejiang, running to the Yangtze River, but the farther north, the lower and lower the temperature, and when he reached the sky over Jiujiang, the cold wind had frozen him shivering, but fortunately, the 3 large bottles of Moutai really worked, with it, it would not freeze in the past.

Mordin traveled west along the Yangtze River and arrived at Yunyang County, on the edge of the Yangtze River, at around 4 a.m.

According to the map, Qixiaguan in Yunyang County is 15 kilometers northeast of the county seat, at the entrance of the Tangxi River, a tributary of the Yangtze River, on top of a tall mountain. When Mo Ding's sword flew up the mountain, the Taoist temple had not yet opened the gate, and I saw an elderly man sweeping the road on the road outside the temple.

Mordin pressed down his sword and walked over to ask the old man for news.

"May I ask the old man, is there a Biqing Daoist in this Qixia Temple?"

The old man was taken aback when he saw Mordin appear in front of him, and when he saw clearly that he was a handsome-looking young man with a sleeping bag under his arm, a small bag in his left hand, and a backpack on his back, thinking that he was a hiker, he calmed down a little and answered Mordin's question.

"Young man, this temple doesn't open until 6 o'clock, what are you doing so early?"

"Uncle, I'll inquire first, and I'll rest at the gate in a while, and wait for him to open the door. ”

"Oh, which Taoist are you looking for?" asked the old man again.

"Biqing Dao Chief. ”

"Old man, I have been sweeping the floor in front of this temple for 30 years, and I have never heard of a Biqing Taoist in the temple, are you mistaken?" the old man said affirmatively.

"Then uncle, may I ask if this mountain is called Cuiwei Mountain?"

"No, this mountain has no name, and the locals call it Qixia Guanshan. ”

"Does the old man know about Cuiwei Mountain?"

"Never heard of it. ”

"Thank you, uncle!" said Mordin, muttering inwardly, as he walked down the hill, and when he was far away, he took off with his sword again.

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