"It's majestic!" Mo Lin stood at the gate of the Hundred Soldiers City and let out a heartfelt exclamation.

Compared with the towering arched gates, majestic towers, and boulder walls of the Hundred Soldiers City, Moshi Village can really only be called a village.

Since he was a child, he has lived in the simple Moshi Village, and he has passed through small villages along the way, and Mo Lin has never seen the appearance of a city. The city of Hundred Soldiers in front of you is completely different from the small silhouette you see on the horizon, and it is a huge city with majesty and magnificence.

"It's more prosperous inside." Seeing Mo Lin's stammering appearance, Ling Huzi said proudly.

Yang Li and Luo Qianqian also came to the Hundred Soldiers City for the first time, and they were also shocked by the magnificence of the Hundred Soldiers City, and the three Mo family children were curious in their hearts, and followed Ling Huzi through the city gate and officially set foot on the land of the Hundred Soldiers City.

The streets in the city of hundred soldiers can be used for four carriages at the same time, and the streets are lined with a variety of shops, Mo Lin has never seen such a prosperous scene, only a few steps to feel dazzled, his head is muddy, I don't know the south, south, west, north, west, west, south, west, north, west.

"Hee-hee, what a redneck." Ling Huzi couldn't help but laugh when she saw Mo Lin's expression.

Mo Lin scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "The Hundred Soldiers City is really too big, and it's the first time I've seen a lot of things." ”

"When the goods are delivered, I'll take you around." Ling Huzi returned to his hometown, in a particularly good mood, and said with a smile.

Mo Lin nodded vigorously, he also wanted to visit this magnificent city.

He didn't realize that Nan Hengfei behind him was staring at him with a jealous eye, and this kind of vision never stopped on the journey all the way.

In the guest house of Hundred Soldiers City, Mo Lin was lying on the wide bed, curiously stroking the smooth silk futon on the bed with his hand. He had never slept in such a large bed, and he had never seen silk before, because such extravagant items did not exist in the Ink Village.

According to Linghu Zi's statement, the ink masters are all countrymen like Mo Lin. But Mo Lin didn't think there was anything, in his opinion, as long as the bed was enough to sleep, even if there was no bed, he could sleep on the ground. As for these silky bedding, although beautiful and smooth, it is nothing more.

The initial curiosity quickly passed, and Mo Lin sat cross-legged on the bed and began to train in meditation. He had to endure physical pain for the previous ten days, and he had not been able to cultivate well, and his progress had fallen a lot. Thinking that he would have to go back to be examined by Zhu Pingman in a month and a half, Mo Lin felt a little weak.

For Jingjing, Mo Lin is already familiar with the road, but this time the feeling is different from before.

The true qi that had felt as thick as porridge before slowly squirmed as if it was boiling as soon as Mo Lin entered a state of silence. While Mo Lin was wandering in silence, his true qi changed from static to boiling, and countless bubbles bubbled out of it. Each bubble burst, and a stream of true qi merged into the bright spot in Mo Lin's veins. (One light click of yours warms my entire codeword life.) Let's watch the fantasy channel of Literature Network, more exciting content is waiting for you! ）

After absorbing the true qi, the bright spots became shiny, and the bright spots on the joints of Mo Lin's body emitted a dark red light. If Mo Lin was naked at the moment, ordinary people could see with the naked eye that there were one hundred and eight faint red dots on his body, which were radiating a palpitating red light from his body. And the combination of those red points of light is a red dragon with teeth and claws.

Mo Lin was in a state of calm, of course he didn't know all this, and he didn't notice that the skin at the red spot was bulging outward, as if a needle was squeezing out. If those needles were really squeezed out of his body, I am afraid that Mo Lin would become a hedgehog with a hundred and eight spikes on his body.

"Poof" A red dot under Mo Lin's Adam's apple made a soft sound, and there was really a thin golden needle piercing out of his body, slowly squeezing outward, revealing a needle tip of about a millimeter.

"Sizzle......" The air around Mo Lin suddenly trembled, and a blue ripple appeared in the air, and the ripples surged, throwing it at the golden needle that broke out of the body.

The golden needle seemed to have been burned by the heat, and the tip of the needle was red, and suddenly it was wrapped in blue ripples, and the red flashed and then dimmed, like a fire suddenly being extinguished by the sea.

The crimson subsided, and the golden needle also encountered resistance, slowly retracting the tip of the needle and returning to Mo Lin's body. The wound punctured by the needle immediately healed, and there was no sign of it from the outside.

At this moment, Mo Lin only felt a burst of soft and peaceful true qi suddenly surging into his body from his throat, and the 72,000 veins surrounding his body in an instant circled, and then merged into the pot of porridge at Mooladhara, making Mo Lin feel cool and comfortable all over his body, and the porridge-like true qi became more condensed with the addition of this true qi. It is like the flow of true qi back and forth in the veins of Molin, which also nourishes Mooladhara.

True Qi tightly envelops Mooladhara, and some of the most viscous True Qi seeps into Mooladhara and flows down the Mooladhara into the triangular bone at the base of the spine.

There was a miniature dark world in the triangular bone, and a large snake that curled its body three and a half times opened its mouth greedily and swallowed the true qi that had dripped into the triangular bone.

The snake's two triangular eyes became shining after devouring the true qi, and it moved its body lazily, revealing a door composed of red, white and blue under its coiled body.

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In the evening, Mo Lin had just finished his meditation, and felt that the true qi in his body was much stronger, and he was trying to light it up, and then practice the meerkat pounce, when there was a knock on the door of the room.

opened the door, and standing outside was Ling Huzi, who had restored her women's clothes, with bright purple eyes, which made Mo Lin stunned.

"Look at what, if you're hungry, I'll take you out to eat." Linghu Zi glared at Mo Lin, but his tone didn't seem to be angry.

Ling Huzi went to call Luo Qianqian and Yang Li, who were resting in the next two rooms, and the group of four walked onto the streets of the Hundred Soldiers City.

Although the sun is about to set, the city seems to be more lively than during the day, with at least ten times more pedestrians on the streets than in Moshi Village, and many shops are decorated with colorful lanterns.

"It's so beautiful, it's comparable to the Dragon Slaying Festival in Ink Village." Mo Lin sighed in admiration, growing to such a big size, the most lively scene he had ever seen was the ceremony to celebrate the Dragon Slayer Festival in the village, when a lot of fireworks would be set off. However, compared with the lively and prosperous night scene of the Hundred Soldiers City, the festival celebration in the Ink Village is also much shabby.

"It's not the most lively place, it's the night market in Dongcheng that is called lively. But I'm taking you to a food street right now, and it's not too much. Ling Huzi saw the dizzying appearance of the three guests, and a sense of pride rose in his heart.

"What's more?" Mo Lin opened his mouth and stammered, and after a long time, he shook his head and said to himself: "What a luxurious city. ”

Along the way, Ling Hu Zi was introducing the interesting places in the Hundred Soldiers City, but it was nothing more than where the shops were full of goods and where the restaurants had rich dishes. The three of Mo Lin have been influenced by the thoughts of the ink man since they were children, and they only have the initial curiosity about these things, but they don't particularly care about it in their hearts.

Ling Hu Zi didn't know that Mo Lin and the three of them were not thinking about this, and they walked to the door of the taste house and praised the delicious food here.

Taste House is a three-story restaurant, with eight red lanterns hanging at the door, and you can clearly see the three big characters of "Taste House" on the plaque from a distance. Mo Lin walked closer and saw that the inscription on the plaque was "Sun Qi", and he couldn't help but be speechless.

"It's the inscription of the head of the soldier family, it seems that this place is really prosperous." Luo Qianqian also found out that the identity of the inscription was Sun Qi, the contemporary head of the Bing family, and said in surprise.

"The head of the family likes to eat the braised hooves here, and we will have a copy later, so I guarantee that you still want to eat it." Ling Huzi smiled.

Mo Lin couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and his nose could smell the aroma coming from the taste curry, and his stomach gurgled uncontrollably.

There were two guys standing at the door of the Taste House, and they greeted the guests warmly when they saw them.

"There are four guests, please inside."

With the greeting of the guy, Ling Huzi walked into the store with the three of them.

The place where the taste is located is very large, there are more than 20 tables on the first floor, but it is already full of customers, it seems that this is really the most delicious restaurant in the Hundred Soldiers City and even the east of the mainland as Ling Huzi said. The aroma of wine and food poured into his nose, and even Yang Li, who had always been calm, couldn't help but purse his lips.

The guy took the four of them to a private seat on the second floor, handed over the menu with a fuchsia cover and said, "A few guest officers are going to order something, there are one hundred and eight signature dishes in this restaurant......"

Ling Hu Zi waved his hand and said, "You don't need to take the menu, I'll order it, you remember." She paused, and then said: "Jiupin lotus pot, braised hooves, braised duck in blue water, steamed sea bass, secret pickled dry sausage, flavored sauce beef, brine tofu, eight-treasure glutinous rice porridge, and then a pot of flavored soju." ”

The guy's eyes widened and he said, "The guest officer must come often, and the dishes he orders are all affordable and delicious." ”

Ling Huzi said proudly: "I haven't been here for more than a year, and the guys have changed to new people, and they don't recognize me anymore." ”

Seeing that it was a regular customer, the guy didn't dare to slack off, and while he was selling wine and food, he sent chrysanthemum tea and a small plate of rock candy.

Mo Lin drank rock sugar chrysanthemum tea for the first time and felt sweet and delicious. Luo Qianqian liked this taste even more, and after drinking one cup was not enough, she added another cup to the brim.

"Is it good?" Ling Huzi smiled, "There is no such delicious tea in the Ink Village. ”

Mo Lin knew that what Ling Huzi said was right, not to mention that there was no chrysanthemum tea in Mozhi Village, but he was afraid that if he searched through the entire village, he would not find a teapot that could compare to the taste of the house. Compared with the tea here, the tea of Juzi Moren can only be regarded as a leaf soaking in water.

Yang Li's eyebrows raised slightly: "The Mo family doesn't pay attention to these. ”

Ling Huzi nodded: "I also admire the simple style of the Mo family, but isn't life in the Hundred Soldiers City more comfortable?" ”

"To become a true ink artist, you must have the belief that you will not turn your heel, and these pleasures are only subtle details." Yang left the road.

If it was Mo Lin in the past, he would definitely echo Yang Li's statement, but since cultivating with Zhu Pingman, his thoughts have also changed a little.