"So, this thing is just a turtle shell?"

Wang Lin played with the two squares in his hand like a card, and asked Mo Cong, who explained the role of the jade jue.

Under the infusion of his aura, the two pieces of jade jue produced a burst of changes.

Two card-shaped jade, one turned into a white jade umbrella, and the other turned into a cyan jade tower.

The jade jue condensed by the qi of the nine heavens can not only nourish the mana and feed out the pure aura, but also transform into a defensive magic weapon under the stimulation of mana, turning into a jade umbrella and jade pagoda to protect the body.

Hearing the description of "turtle shell", the black-faced young man was stunned for a moment, then nodded helplessly, and said with a smile:

"Uncle Shi, although your analogy is a bit strange and wonderful, it is also quite appropriate.

"It is rumored that after entering the Gate of Heaven, you will encounter all kinds of violent and dangerous turbulence outside the sky.

"If you hold the jade jue and rely on its characteristics of having the same root and origin as the qi outside the sky, you can protect yourself thoroughly, and it is indeed as you said, it is a defensive object like a turtle shell."

The sun was getting bigger and bigger in the morning, and Wang Lin was worried that the sun would make his appetite poor, so he casually opened the jade umbrella in his hand to cover himself and Mo Cong.

Then withdraw the mana in the jade pagoda and put the jade jue back into its inner pocket.

In this way, the two of them held umbrellas, chatted while walking along the way, went down to Lin Xifeng together, and walked towards the Scripture Pavilion together.

Since yesterday in front of the hall, the head of the house announced that the big competition would be held after March, the original deserted and unattended Zangjing Pavilion suddenly became crowded and overcrowded.

In the past, everyone didn't want to waste time and practice low-level fighting techniques, and they all thought that after breaking through to Jindan, before going down the mountain to travel, they would practice this fighting method and killing methods.

The sect usually doesn't need them, the little monks who practice qi to build a foundation, and they won't let them go down the mountain to carry out the task of slaying demons and destroying demons when they are just getting started.

For a technique, the higher the realm of cultivation, the faster it will naturally be practiced.

Therefore, the vast majority of people will not waste time in advance to minor in combat techniques, and they will only concentrate on improving their own cultivation.

But now the disciples below the Jindan period have to face the fierce competition of Dabi after three months, and all of them have flocked to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion all at once, borrowing books and looking at various spells.

In addition to Su Banxia and Chen Tinghan, there are only a few people who are familiar with Wang Lin.

Lu Qingkong was not on the mountain, and he went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion early yesterday and studied the magic all night.

Su Qingyue and An Qianxue didn't know what was going on, and they didn't have the slightest idea of learning some offensive methods, so they didn't join in the fun.

The two women closed the courtyard door, and they were both meditating and cultivating in the room alone, concentrating their energy.

The only one who can be with Wang Lin is the black-faced boy Mo Cong.

After Wang Lin returned to the peak yesterday, he saw this Mo Cong's nephew busy in the courtyard.

He opened up a small medicinal field in the open space in the courtyard, and was tinkering with the work of clearing the wasteland and planting medicinal herbs.

Wang Lin had nothing to do anyway, thinking that tomorrow was the day to return the five yin bags, and he was not in a hurry to go to the Scripture Pavilion, so he delayed for a day and went over to take a hand.

used Shi Zhile to teach the crop trick and helped Mo Cong open a small medicine garden.

The next day, the two of them went down the mountain together and walked to the Scripture Pavilion, intending to see if there were any methods suitable for them that they could use to cultivate.

Wang Lin didn't even have the exercises to practice qi, so he had to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to pick a fundamental Dafa for himself to practice in the future.

Mo Cong was silent, and Wang Lin took the initiative to talk to him along the way, discussing interesting things about the sect with him.

chatted and chatted, and talked about Mo Cong's life experience.

I just listened to Mo Cong say slowly:

"My family was poor, and when I was very young, I became an orphan and lived alone outside the home.

"At the beginning, I tried to study literature, worked in the township school for room and board, and gained fame while studying, but I failed repeatedly.

"Later, the gentleman of the township school saw that I had no talent for learning literature, but my legs and feet were quite dexterous when I was doing chores, so he suggested that I go to practice martial arts.

"But when I was learning arrows in the martial arts field of the township school, I accidentally shot an arrow crooked, and it hit the crown and hat of the martial arts examination official who came to inspect at that time, so I was kicked out and never missed the martial arts examination again.

"Later, when I grew up, because I had studied martial arts for a few months before, I followed a caravan and went to learn business with people.

"As luck would have it, after I joined the caravan, the shopkeeper met a liar for the first time and lost a lot of money.

"The second time I ran the caravan, I encountered a gang of robbers, and the caravan lost nearly half of its losses.

"The third time I sold the goods, I encountered another group of bandits, and I completely lost everything, and the caravan was disbanded.

So I relented, no longer thinking about going out, exchanged my meager savings for food, and found a wasteland to reclaim and farm in the mountains.

"As a result, there was a great drought in the first year, a flood in the second year, and a locust plague in the third year.

As a last resort, I had no choice but to go to the Yamashita Medical Center and work as an apprentice helper in exchange for food.

"This time the study of medicine went well, and finally there was no halfway to give up, and there were ...... waves"

Speaking of this, Wang Lin was already stunned, as if he wanted to listen to Mo Cong say some funny jokes, and the twists and turns were unbelievable.

Looking at Mo Cong's dark face, Wang Lin finally understood what a black face was, and couldn't help asking:

"Then I settled down in the medical hall, and it wasn't until I was selected by the Tianjiao list that I came to the Pure Yang Palace?"

But Mo Cong shook his head and said with a smile:

"The gentlemen and caravan shopkeepers I met before were all good people, but I didn't expect that people's hearts were sinister, and the most dangerous people in the world were not bad luck, not disasters, not natural disasters, but people's hearts.

"After I was successful in studying medicine, I found out from the clues of the past that the doctor master who took me in was actually a villain.

"In his early years, he was a master of evil ways in the martial arts of the rivers and lakes, and after he was seriously injured, he changed his face, and under the guise of a medical hall, recruited local teenagers as apprentices, and used the evil way Rubik's cube he occasionally got in his early years, and wanted us to use as a physical medicine to practice adult pills."

The more Wang Lin listened, the more curious he became, but when he saw that Mo Cong didn't say any more, he didn't ask about what happened later.

However, this experience of studying medicine and alchemy made him connect with Mo Cong's previous things about making medicine gardens and planting herbs, and he changed the topic and asked:

"Senior nephew, the medicinal field we made together yesterday is not small, and it should be more than enough to plant all the medicinal herbs you usually need, right? It's better to do Uncle Shi a favor and make use of the vacant land next to him, plant some melons, fruits and vegetables, and use them to cook a meal on weekdays. ”

Since he was caught back to the mountain gate by the head of the sect yesterday, Wang Lin has been completely grounded.

Li Fuge specially gave an order to let Qingji strictly guard the mountain gate and not let him go down the mountain again.

Wang Lin, who had no choice, could only save some wine and find a way to find ingredients to cook and eat by himself.

Seeing Mo Cong's wonderful experience, he can farm and grow medicine, so he wants to ask him to take care of some more fruits and vegetables so that he can eat for himself.

After that, Wang Lin directly summoned the jade tower-shaped Pai Jue and stuffed it into Mo Cong's hand, and a hanging heart finally let go and solved the major matter of eating.

Shi Zhile only taught him to open the land, but he never taught him to grow vegetables.

If he was allowed to plant it himself, it would definitely be a mess, and he would die in a few days, and he wouldn't be able to eat a mouthful.