Out of the Holy Land of Weaving Heaven and walking on the street. Dao Mu looked around at the scene, and there was a feeling of being in a different world, as if there had been no red dust for hundreds of years.

Passers-by are bustling, the air is filled with the smell of fire, the smell of wine and food, the fragrance of spiritual fruits and fairy grass, and all kinds of flavors on the street are mixed together, this is the taste of red dust.

"Dao Mu was released?"

"Dao Mu's grade is Grade D?"

"Could it be that Dao Mu was really framed by the Mo family?"

“......”

Dao Mu just came back from the Holy Land of Zhitianfu, and the news of Dao Mu's release had already spread on the street, and many people even fought for it.

In the pastoral test, more than 10,000 people took 6,000 people, and the results of the first grade of Daomu Ding were medium to high. And with the blessings of the first two special grades, Dao Mu will not be eliminated, so that many people are jealous and continue to slander him in private.

The shepherd who specializes in pastoral practice is no match for the swordsman who abandons the sword and follows the herd, and everyone feels that there is something in it. The rumors of cheating did not diminish because Daomu was released, but worsened.

But is there any evidence that is enough to show that Daomu cheats, and it is almost impossible to cheat in the disaster identification test and the disaster suppression test, and it is only almost.

I returned to the pastoral courtyard and exchanged pleasantries with everyone for a while. Dao Mu returned to the room, collapsed on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

Midnight.

The night is dark and the wind is high, and the moon and stars are scarce.

The moon is bright at night, and the clouds are stacked, and the persistence of the moon cannot be stopped. The moonlight is covered in silver for the earth, and everything that was originally hideous has become a little softer.

Dao Mu tossed and turned on the bed, the bed creaked, and Dao Mu snorted and groaned, waking Ah Meng up. I don't know when, Dao Mu only hung a fig leaf on his body, and his whole body was red, like a burnt iron.

Sweating all over his body, the heat was steaming, and a pair of wing tattoos appeared on the pipa bone behind him, the lines were as black as night, and as Dao Mu tossed and turned, the tattoos moved together, as if flying.

"Poof!" Ah Meng spat out a mouthful of saliva on Dao Mu's body, and after a few breaths, it had turned into hot gas. "Moo......" made Ah Meng's eyes widen and he was full of surprise.

Ah Meng didn't believe in evil, stretched out his pink tongue, and gently tapped Daomu's forehead with the tip of his tongue, which was hot, salty, and bitter.

Whew, with a scream, Ah Meng violently withdrew his tongue, and the tip of his tongue was scalded with a big blister. After a dozen breaths, the big blister disappeared.

"Poof!poof!poof......" Ah Meng glared, came to a small emotion, and spit out Dao Mu's whole body with saliva.

"Ah......h

This scene frightened Ah Meng to cry and run out.

In the early morning, the weather is cool and dewy, and a touch of sunshine pours down from the east. The gust of wind blows, and the water surface is sparkling, with the fragrance of flowers and plants, which is refreshing.

"Hiss......" Dao Mu shuddered, woke up from his sleep, and found that he was in the middle of the lake, surrounded by pieces of ice, drifting with the current. On the shore, there was a group of old faces, all smiling when they saw themselves awake.

"Guys, what kind of prank are you playing?" said Daomu thought he had been thrown into the lake.

"Ah Dao, you look inward and see how you have changed. "The cowherd squatted on the edge of the lake, holding a smoking gun, the smoke was permeated on the surface of the lake, and it did not disperse for a long time, with the smell of inferior tar, and the lake water dropped a few degrees.

"It's like...... Nothing has changed. Dao Mu looked inside five or six times, but he didn't see a reason.

"That's weird...... Cowherd swallowed and dumped the remaining tobacco from his cigarette gun into the lake, "You go out of the lake, I'll investigate." ”

When Dao Mu heard this, he felt more and more that this was everyone's prank. Before his mind moved, he suddenly felt that his body was light, and the wind was blowing all over his body, floating from the water and rising into the air.

Daomu found himself sensitive to air currents, like a fish swimming in water. His mind moved again, and he had already flown in front of everyone, his body trembled, and his whole body dried up in an instant.

"How do you feel like a bird...... Dao Mu lowered his head, looked at himself, and found that his skin seemed to be a little whiter, "This ...... Is it a change?" Dao Mu raised his hand and twisted around.

It seems that the muscles of the whole body are stronger, the edges and corners are more distinct, there is no need to deliberately close the abdomen, and the eight-pack abdominal muscles make the cheeks of the female disciple of the Sword Machine Pavilion red.

"Ah Dao, did you use the power of the ring?" The cowherd smoked the gun and tapped the tattoo of a pair of wings behind Dao Mu's back, but he already had the answer in his heart. "The rhyme of a pair of wings tattooed on your pipa bone is something you can have with extraordinary beasts. ”

"Well, after I saw the clan ruins, on a whim, I used the power of the ring on a golden crow. Dao Mu did not deny it, and when the Cowherd asked like this, Dao Mu remembered the matter of the Golden Crow. In this way, his own changes should be related to the golden crow.

"Golden Crow?!" the Cowherd jumped to his feet and exclaimed, his eyebrows suspicious, "The living Golden Crow, don't talk about Altair, even Vega has never appeared." "The Cowherd grew up in Vega and is familiar with the different worlds, as a ring wearer, he doesn't want to find a golden crow.

"Dead, I don't know how many years I have been dead. "Dao Mu is careless.

"Yes, yes......" Hou Dazhuang remembered the mythical past that Hou Ye told him, "Altair once had a golden crow and a dying mouse under its paws. ”

"Yes, there is also a shadow rat that eats up the mass grave I killed alive. Dao Mu's face became solemn, natural disasters are disasters in the world, and ordinary people can be responsible.

"It's over, it's over, it's over......" Cowherd wanted to cry without tears, his hand holding the cigarette gun trembled, "The ring cannot be used on the dead spirits, this is the law of conformism, I forgot to tell you." ”

"What will be the result of using it on the necromancy?" Hou Dazhuang disagreed, if it was him, he would also attack the Golden Crow.

"I don't know, it's a big taboo anyway, and the ring wearer should never touch it. The Cowherd searched the knowledge in his head and found that there was no relevant description.

"According to what you say, it is true that no one in the clan has ever dealt with the necromancy. Dao Mu recalled the content of the clan relics, "I always feel that it is too cruel to use it on living beings, isn't it better to use it on dead spirits?"

"......" Daomu said this, choking the cowherd so much that he couldn't speak, but he was instilled with the idea of not violating the taboo since he was a child, which made the cowherd have an indescribable sense of crisis about it.

"I'll go back to the old woman, Da Zhuang, you give me honesty, even if you see the corpse of the real dragon, don't be as reckless as Ah Dao. Before the words fell, the cowherd had turned into a gust of wind and left.

Leaving a crowd of people looking at each other.

After a while, Dao Mu said goodbye to everyone, returned to the courtyard and found his bed, smiling bitterly. The whole room smelled of sweat, and the bed was marked with a humanoid shape, yellow and black.

Rao is his own bed, which also makes Daomu goosebumps. This bed is about to be scrapped, Dao Mu couldn't cry or laugh, and called a servant to tidy up this place.

When it came to the courtyard of Da Zhuang, Dao Mu didn't talk much nonsense, and went straight to the point, "Da Zhuang, there are two days left, just try to practice pasture, and teach me some introductory pastoral techniques casually." ”

Hou Dazhuang was taking a brown wooden shovel to loosen the soil for a bonsai, when Dao Mu suddenly appeared and almost shoveled the seedlings.