Chapter 19: The Storm Rises for Opportunity (4)

It's night......

Mo Si opened his hazy sleepy eyes, yawned, and a carp straightened up and rolled over.

After a few movements, the drowsiness dissipated in the spirit. Mo Si began to pour it up in the room, only to see that he kept taking out one thing and placing it on the table in the room......

Mo Si picked up the long sword on the table with one hand, and the green mangs of this sword were flowing and the edge was not hidden, it was the Qinghong Sword that Mo Si had harvested!

In a moment, the dark juice became thicker and thicker, and the color became darker and darker.

Mo Si said secretly: "It's done!"

He picked up a coarse brush and dipped it in its juice, and brushed the green sword in his hand with the brush over and over again.

This is a kind of lacquer recipe that he originally mastered, which has the effect of concealing weapons in the dark night and preventing enemies from peeking at the original weapon material!

Looking at the swarthy long sword in his hand that was painted with black paint and gradually turned into an ordinary and inconspicuous appearance, he looked left and right under the candlelight. After confirming that he had never been able to find anything special about it, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and finally relaxed the psychological burden of his guilt for a while.

He waved the dark Qinghong sword in his hand to the corner of the table, only to see a corner of the table cut off silently like a knife breaking hair!

Mo Si smiled silently, thinking to himself what a surprise it would be if he coldly stabbed the enemy in battle?

Immediately, he put down his sword and looked at a jade bottle, half a broken book, and a small pouch on the table. These are the few things that Mo Si found that day after the Moyunzi stone seat was removed, and he was in a hurry to find a way back, so he just wanted to collect and take it away. Now that I'm back, Mo Si and this guy are leisurely and remember to count the items.

looked at the jade bottle on the table, and saw its blue and white background, and the book on the bottle was a beautiful small word.

Mo Si gently uncorked the bottle. The two round pills in the bottle immediately emitted a clear fragrance, which made his tired heart feel lifted. Mo Si carefully approached it slowly under his nose, and couldn't help but refresh his heart and spleen, and his spirits were very good, although the scars on his body had not healed, he was also much more comfortable for a while!

Mo Si said secretly: "The Pure Heart Talisman Pill is interesting! It seems to be a strange thing used to detoxify and heal wounds." ”

"Whoa~"

The contents of the small bag on the table were poured out by Mo Si one by one, and it turned out to be a small pile of silver, a dozen pieces of gold, some miscellaneous materials, and a swarthy token......

This time it was Mo Si's turn to be surprised, and a helpless black line flashed on his graceful face.

His little mouth continued to be broken, and he muttered: "Senior Mo, you are a poor ghost, you are also an immortal cultivator! An immortal with such a good Qinghong Sword! There is not a single spirit stone left, I don't know that I am short of money, boy......! Mo Yunzi, you poor ghost... Poor ghost...", and even in the end, he couldn't help but curse.

"Oh my God, this is an ordinary rich kid's money bag, right? It's unbelievable if you don't experience it yourself......

It turned out that Mo Yunzi traveled all over the world and did not like to fight for power and profit, and Su Rili did not accumulate much spirit stones, and in the end, in exchange for the elixir to help break through the bottleneck of the dead pass, he spent all his available savings.

And the young man Mo Si thought about his current embarrassing situation in the Mo family, looking at the small pile of extremely inconspicuous gold and silver, and couldn't help but show a trace of resentment on his face.

Mo Si was like a businessman in the market doing a loss-making business, although he sighed and said a word. But there was still joy on his face, so he quietly put the gold and silver items into his pocket like a profiteer, and finally touched the unknown token, and simply put it in his pocket.

For one time, a good deductive interpretation is better than no behavioral language.

When he finally picked up the book on the table, Mo Si no longer had high expectations for this Mo Yunzi relic.

Then he hastily turned it up.

But this time, it was a long time before Mo Si finished flipping through it.

At this time, Mo Si was holding a book in one hand and a prescription in the other, and his expression of helplessness was fully revealed, but his mouth couldn't help but read: "This nameless forging body is absolutely extraordinary, and it can actually solve the weak body of low-level monks, making it difficult for the sword to hurt! It's just that the Qi refining period is the cultivation condition, helpless." ”

Looking at the paper formula again, it is the refining method of the Pure Heart Talisman Pill. However, there are a lot of consumables for this pill, and the refining process is extremely complicated, so it requires at least an alchemist who is close to the power of the divine consciousness in the foundation building period!

Once refined, this pill is often priceless among low-level monks because of its versatility in healing and detoxification! It can be said to be a must-have product for home travel and self-protection and life-saving!

But Mo Si is now a mortal body, and the remnant spirit pill is useless, so he can only collect it temporarily.

After that, Mo Si secretly took out a set of clothes from the room and changed them, and then saw a young man wearing a night suit rushing out of the courtyard room.

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I saw that the young man in the night clothes stopped for a while next to a broken temple in the city after several hurries, and the wandering teenagers stayed in the temple in twos and threes. These teenagers have been living by wandering and begging for a long time, but because of this, they have mastered a lot of information and secrets in the city.

After a while, one of the older children of the homeless teenagers walked out and disappeared into a secret place.

In the dark corner, the wandering boy Liu Xingyun bowed his body and saluted the young man in night clothes with great respect, as if he was a weed swaying in the wind, looking at the thick ground under him with peace of mind......

After saluting, Liu Xingyun raised his head slightly, but his face did not change as if he was looking at flowers in a leisurely court, and he was the same as the two people just now. As if this unwavering face was his last dignity.

Don't be shocked by the humiliation, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court; Many years later, Mo Si always remembered it.

The familiar conversations of the two teenagers sounded in the darkness, and the content of their conversations was all-encompassing, from the whereabouts and habits of high-ranking officials and nobles, to the miscellaneous affairs of the pawns and civilians who were plotters. Without exception, the information is extremely brief and to the point, apparently trained.

For a moment, the young man in the night clothes looked thoughtfully at the few notes in his hand, and his figure gradually disappeared in the darkness.

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There is a narrow alley in the northwest of the city, its name comes to wealth, and it is not far from the north of the southwest city of Mojia. Laicai Lane is more than six feet wide, and dozens of huts are scattered in a row, all of which are old and some of them dilapidated.

Therefore, the Lane of Wealth does not come to wealth, and the people who live here are all poor people, and the name of the lane is just a kind of hope and vision that people always call what is lacking.

A figure in a nightcoat flickered through the alley, then stopped in front of one of the houses in the alley.

It was an inconspicuous thatched hut, surrounded by lime mud and bamboo and wood fences.

Candles were lit in the room, and the sickly coughing of an old woman could be heard.

Ahem~Ahem!

"Mother, it's useless to be a child! I can't find a good doctor and herbs in the Rejuvenation Hall!" said a swarthy young man guiltily.

The young man was tall, thin and dark, and his hands were abnormally thick and strong, which was Mo Tie.

And the old woman's face was scorched and her breath was weak, and at first sight she was a long-term ill person, who was lying on the couch because of illness. This old woman is Mo Tie's mother.

The old woman said softly: "Tie'er, how can I blame you. Since your father was killed by mountain thieves on a mission two years ago, he has lost the Mo family's black-clothed deacon's remuneration. In the past two years, it has not been easy for our mother and mother to make a living. ”

Then he cried softly: "It's just that I pity your father's innocent death, and that traitorous mountain thief has escaped the Mo family deacon several times, and this revenge is not avenged, I am afraid that your father's spirit in the sky will be difficult to look at......"

Mo Tie clenched his fists when he heard this, and he couldn't help but show a trace of anger on his face. Hate said: "Mother rest assured, after the children's hunting meeting, I will join the Mo family deacon, and when the time comes, I will definitely become more powerful after obtaining the deacon's resources! The child swears that he will slash the enemy in the near future! Take the head of the mountain thieves and sacrifice it to my father's grave!"

The old woman cried with joy when she heard this: "Okay, this blood is very similar to your father! He didn't hurt you in vain before he died, child, you must remember to become stronger, and then properly become a thief!"

"Mother is tired, it's late at night, you can go to sleep too......"

"Yes. Mother, you also go to bed early, and Tie'er will go back to rest. "Ink Railway. So he helped the old woman to put out the candle and bring the door to the house, and withdrew. Then he walked to another humble hut in the courtyard.

Squeak~

Mo Tie pushed open the small door in front of his room with one hand and walked in, turned around and walked to the candlestick to light it.

As the red light of the fire fold in his hand flickered, the green smoke of the wick on the candlestick gradually rose.

Burst~

A light fire sounded, and light fell around the room. For a time, the light and darkness in the room were staggered, and the light and shadow were folded.

Mo Tie, a thin black boy, seemed to feel that things in this room were a little different from usual, but he couldn't say why.

At this moment, light and shadow surged in the darkness at the four corners of the room. In one of the dark spots, a figure in a nightcoat looms.

"Mo Tie, don't come unharmed. The black coat said.

Mo Tie was shocked when he heard this! His face was strange, but he said: "Who are you? What a bold man, although this is a cold door, it is not a good thing to break into my house at night as a child of the Mo family in the southwest! I advise you to answer well, otherwise don't blame me for not having long eyes with the big knife in my hand!"

As he spoke, Mo Tie was already clenching the saber at his waist in his hand, ready to unsheath it at any time.

Under the shadows, the corners of the black cloth's mouth brought a hint of banter, and said: "Brother Mo Tie, you are really hot-tempered! Not to mention startling my mother who was sleeping next door, isn't Brother Tie afraid of losing the opportunity I sent to avenge my father's murder?"

Mo Tie's face remained unchanged when he heard this, but his heart was shocked!

(To be continued!)

Off topic:

Many years later, the wandering boy said: "This world is more composed of countless humble and insignificant people than glorious myths." The reality is cruel, and there is no absolute justice. Fate is impermanent, and many things are always predestined at the beginning, beyond the reach of human beings.

But luckily, you can decide your attitude towards life and the direction you choose to move forward at every fork in the road......

Then he stepped out without regrets.