Saying that he was going to visit Elder Miaoyin, Wang Lin didn't take a step closer to Elder Lu Zijian's residence at all.

He was just talking, scaring Meng Shuyue and letting her know what would happen if she didn't speak well as a riddler.

He still has a lot to do, and if he sends this Meng Shuyue away, how can he have time to disgust her.

He is disgusted and slightly cool, and he can get the bonus.

But disgusting Meng Shuyue, it is purely harmful to others and not to yourself.

After pointing out a vacant courtyard to her at random, Wang Lin ran to the medicine garden in front of Mo Cong's house and left Meng Shuyue alone.

Mo Cong was working hard to water the garden, and when he saw that it was Uncle Shi who came to the door, he turned his palm and withdrew the little green bottle, and scattered the drops of spiritual liquid dew that fell to the ground to every inch of land, and then lifted the ban on opening the door and welcomed Wang Lin in.

"Master Mo, do you have a stove?"

Wang Lin walked into the medicine garden with a fruit and vegetable package on his back, and wanted to ask Mo Cong to borrow a stove pot and bowl to cook.

As soon as he stepped into the medicine garden, he saw a large area of green and tender medicinal herb plants.

The entire medicine garden is scattered, and it is taken care of by Mo Cong in an extremely orderly manner.

Several areas that are not suitable for growing medicines are planted with melon and vegetable vines, fruit trees and shrubs.

Mo Cong stopped taking care of the elixir, nodded with a smile, and led Wang Lin to the back of the house and brought it to his alchemy room.

Mo Cong pushed open the door, put away all the bottles and cans on the table in the Danfang, pointed to an earthen stove and said:

"Although this room has been converted into a Dan room by me, these stoves and stoves are quite suitable for cooking, so Uncle Shi, you can make do with them."

Mo Cong stretched out his hand and pointed, and out of nowhere, he attracted a stream of water, washed away the medicine residue on the medicine pot, and used it for Wang Lin to use as a wok.

And he took out the oil, salt, sugar, and honey that were always in the room.

Although these things are not commonly used in alchemy, Mo Cong has always been prepared, and at this time, he just took them out for Wang Lin's cooking.

After everything was ready, Mo Cong squeezed his eyebrows again and asked in a low voice:

"Uncle Shi, do you need me to do it for you? Or do you have to cook it yourself? ”

"I'll eat it myself, let's just finish it quickly, don't think nonsense."

Wang Lin directly motioned to him to start the fire, picked and washed the vegetables, and after breaking them into pieces, he fried a few vegetarian dishes.

Although the ingredients for this meal are simple, the quality of the vegetables grown by Mo Cong is excellent.

With just some salt and sugar, the fried vegetarian dish is quite fragrant and delicious.

After eating this slightly bland vegan meal while it was hot, Wang Lin looked at Mo Cong with a blank look and muttered:

"Senior nephew, why don't we raise some more chickens, ducks, fish and sheep, when I can go down the mountain, I can also get some grain from my master's field, and they will all be alive."

Listening to Wang Lin's muttering, Mo Cong suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he had a bold idea in his heart.

He rubbed the small jade bottle in his arms, guessing whether the mysterious spiritual liquid in it could be diluted and fed to animals.

Wang Lin was overjoyed, and the two of them discussed the construction of a fenced enclosure while cleaning up the hot pot bowls.

In the end, the two made an appointment, and next time they had the opportunity to go to Linxi Peak or Taihenghou Mountain together, find some birds and beasts to come back, and raise them in the courtyard.

Wang Lin was full of thoughts, catch some chickens, ducks, fish and sheep to eat.

But what Mo Cong thought was to tame some high-combat spirit beasts such as fierce beasts and fierce birds, and see if he could use the spirit liquid to catalyze their combat power and maturity.

But no matter how far apart the two people's ideas are, the purpose is the same.

So the two hit it off, and waited for Wang Lin to find another opportunity next time, so he could run out of the Scripture Pavilion and come over to carry out this important matter with Mo Cong.

Mo Cong carefully observed Wang Lin for a long time, and after finding that there was nothing wrong with him, he considered the words, put a layer of sound insulation prohibition on his hands, and said cautiously:

"Uncle Shi, what I asked before cooking just now was deliberately tried by me, and I ask Uncle Shi for your understanding."

Wang Lin saw that he was controlling water and arranging sound insulation prohibitions, and the means he knew suddenly became extremely rich, and he was not only stunned in his heart.

But in just a month, he actually mastered so many spells?

And while studying the blink sword technique, he took out almost impossible spare time to minor in these methods?

Wang Lin waved his hand indifferently and let Mo Cong continue.

"Uncle Shi, have you noticed that after Meng Shuyue of the Immortal Sound Pavilion fell from the sky, some of the same sect members seemed to have become wrong?"

Wang Lin thought about it, but didn't feel that there was anything wrong, so he shook his head.

Mo Cong pointed to Meng Shuyue's residence in the distance, frowned and said:

"Senior Uncle, you were looking down at the Qingshuang Sword at the time, you shouldn't have noticed the strangeness of the scene, many of your fellow disciples became a little strange after looking at Senior Sister Meng."

Mo Cong recalled the turbulence in his mind at that time, as well as the blue light blocked by the small jade bottle, and guessed:

"I observed after the crowd that at that time, half of the senior brothers and sisters in the foundation building period had too strong mood swings, and the reaction of the same door during the Qi training period was even more extraordinary, regardless of men and women, almost everyone was recruited."

Hearing him say this, Wang Lin reacted.

At that time, Su Banxia, who hated Gu Xianyun the most and longed to never meet and talk to him again in this life, would actually choose to pretend to be intimate and pull Gu Xianyun away because he disturbed the solitude between himself and Meng Shuyue.

After thinking about it carefully, this is too inconsistent with Su Banxia's style.

If it was in normal times, even if Gu Xianyun quarreled with Meng Shuyue in front of Wang Lin, Su Banxia would not care about it, and could only happily join in the fun, fanning the flames and watching the scolding of the two.

Gu Qianyun's actions were also problematic, if she really wanted to stay and peek, how could she be discovered by Su Banxia?

Not to mention the strange reaction of being pulled away by Su Banxia in just a few words.

Coupled with the fact that Meng Shuyue had made all kinds of deliberately ambiguous and ambiguous words along the way, and embarrassed and contrived to pull the distance between the two of them, Wang Lin suddenly understood what Mo Cong's words meant, put away his careless attitude, and asked seriously:

"Did those emotionally agitated classmates do any of the actual anomalous behaviors after that?"

Mo Cong nodded, pointed to Lu Qingkong's residence, and said exactly:

"Ever since Senior Brother Lu came back with me, he suddenly became uneasy, unable to concentrate on cultivation, and wandered back and forth in the courtyard."

Finally, he pondered for a moment, and then added:

"Senior Uncle, you can go out and take a look now, just now you brought Senior Sister Meng back to Lin Xifeng, he should have a new move."

Wang Lin and Mo Cong glanced at each other and nodded to each other.

After two breaths, the prohibition in Mo Cong's courtyard suddenly dispersed, and Wang Lin used the silent light skill of "Flying on the Grass", infused mana into his legs, jumped three feet high, and quietly fell outside Meng Shuyue's courtyard.

I saw Lu Qingkong standing outside the door, looking at the house where Meng Shuyue was with stupid eyes, looking happy for a while, depressed and sad for a while, and muttering in his mouth:

"I ...... Masters...... But...... Unworthy...... Not deserved. ”

Somehow, as if he had fallen into a demon, he slid a few tears down his face while standing, and like an abandoned stray dog, he was nailed to someone else's door, not daring to take a step forward, nor willing to retreat silently.

can only be like a dog, whirling in place meaninglessly.