Li Hongmei was busy until dark before leaving.

When Mo Hansheng and Shi Shan walked into the bamboo building again, the ground was spotless, the furniture in the house was brand new, and all kinds of furnishings were scattered.

"Now that there's a solution, why are you still the same?" Mo Hansheng was stunned for a while, and seeing that Shi Shan was still a little sullen, he poured a glass of water and handed it over.

Shi Shan took the cup and drank it all, but his face was still full of sadness: "According to Li Hongmei, the Demon Pill is the secret medicine of the Demon Refining Sect, and it is almost impossible to obtain it with our current means. ”

Mo Hansheng disagreed with it: "If it is as difficult as ascending to the sky, it may not necessarily be impossible, and besides, it is not difficult for a monk to ascend to the sky?" Before, I was forced to disperse my exercises and cultivate to the Qi Refining Realm within three days, isn't it impossible in your opinion? ”

Shi Shan looked at him strangely: "This is different. ”

Mo Hansheng asked rhetorically, "What's the difference?" ”

Ishiyama opened his mouth and didn't speak.

In fact, really counted, it took Mo Hansheng less than a day and night to cultivate from a foundationless mortal to the Qi Refining Realm, and this cultivation speed was not much better than the legendary Hundred Days Foundation Building.

In Shi Shan's opinion, Mo Hansheng is simply a monster, no, monsters are not so demonic.

For some reason, it never said these words to Mo Hansheng.

Looking at Mo Hansheng's expression at this moment, it couldn't help but have a complicated emotion in its heart, and said with a wry smile: "Even if I get the Demon Transformation Pill by luck, with the few years I have left now, it will be extremely difficult to cultivate to the Foundation Building Realm before the limit." ”

Mo Hansheng's eyes flickered for a moment, and he said, "Do you remember that I said that if there is only one way left in front of you, the only choice is the best choice. It's useless for you to sigh like this now, don't give up before you fail. Relax, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridgehead. ”

Shi Shanqiang cheered up and smiled: "I didn't expect that I, a person who is hundreds of years old, still needs the enlightenment of you, a hairy boy, but I lost my temper." Since you've said so, I can't just go on like this, I have to do something. ”

Mo Hansheng smiled slightly and said, "What are your plans?" ”

"Retreat."

"Isn't it impossible for you to practice in your current situation?"

"It's not a practice, it's a dormant."

"What do you mean?"

"This is a method of delaying the aging of the physical body by entering a state of suspended animation, similar to the hibernation of beasts, which I accidentally discovered in these classics left by Lu Chengfeng. Lu Chengfeng's situation before his death is exactly the same as my current situation, in order to survive, he collected a lot of strange methods to make himself look like a person is not a person, a ghost is not a ghost. I don't want to, but in the end, it gave me a glimmer of life for the person who killed him with my own hands, and I have to say that it is really a creation and a trick. After Shi Shan finished speaking, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"If you have an idea, it's good to have an idea." Mo Hansheng was a little relieved and asked, "When will the retreat begin?" ”

Shi Shan said: "Now." ”

"In such a hurry?" Mo Hansheng was a little surprised, but he didn't expect it to refuse to delay for half a moment, it seems that time is really urgent.

"If there's nothing important, don't interrupt my retreat." Ishiyama admonished, opened the door of the secret room, and walked in.

Just as the stone gate was about to close, another sentence came from inside: "Take care of yourself without me by your side, don't lose your life before I get out of the customs." ”

Mo Hansheng watched the stone door slowly close, stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly, took off his boots and went to bed to lie down.

The mattress under him was very soft and comfortable, and Mo Hansheng closed his eyes and fell asleep with confidence.

The night was spent peacefully.

Dawn.

Mo Hansheng got up early and opened the window, but the sky was only slightly bright.

He washed himself briefly with the water in the pond, then took a brush, sat on the steps with an inkstone and a stack of rice paper, and began to fiddle with it.

A slight footstep gradually approached, and Mo Hansheng's left ear twitched, ignoring it.

Li Hongmei came behind Mo Hansheng, lowered her head and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Mo Hansheng held the ink strip, stirred it on the inkstone, and said lightly: "Grinding ink." ”

Li Hongmei looked at his rude method of pounding medicine, and said with a smile: "You are also considered to be grinding?" Too impatient, the grinding ink is bound to be coarse and foamy, and there is slag. ”

After hearing this, Mo Hansheng changed his grip to a pinch, reducing the force in his hand.

"It's too light, time-consuming and laborious, so I'd better do it." Li Hongmei snatched the ink strip and inkstone and began to grind it gently.

Mo Hansheng silently observed her delicate and skillful techniques, and asked, "You are very good at doing this?" ”

"In the past, when Lu Chengfeng wanted to use ink, I was here to study ink." Li Hongmei replied casually and then put the inkstone on the steps, "Okay, you can try it." ”

Mo Hansheng held the brush and dipped it in some ink, learned the pen holding posture of those people in his memory, and wrote three words on the rice paper stiffly.

Li Hongmei asked: "Lin, Xiu, Yin, who is it, is your crush?" ”

"Lin Xiuyin is my mother's name, she taught me to write many times when I was a child, but unfortunately I didn't learn it." Mo Hansheng said softly, looking at the name on the paper, a trace of longing that was difficult to hide appeared in his eyes.

"Oh." Li Hongmei didn't know what to say when she saw this, so she laughed and said, "Your handwriting is really ugly, just like a child who has just started to learn to write." ”

Mo Hansheng didn't care, really counted, in addition to writing his name in front of Shi Shan, this was his first time writing, although he had Lu Chengfeng's memory, but the way he really started writing was still very jerky.

He raised his pen and wrote down a name again.

"Cuttlefish, what's this weird name?"

Mo Hansheng glanced at her and said, "This is my father's name." ”

Li Hongmei smiled and said, "You continue." ”

Mo Hansheng wrote two more names on the paper.

Mo Dachun.

Ink Golden Egg.

"Poof."

Li Hongmei covered her red lips lightly and said, "I'm sorry, I really can't help it." Mo Dachun is okay, the soil is the soil, who came up with the name Mo Jindan? ”

"This is the eldest brother's son, and the sister-in-law insisted on giving him this name."

"Could it be that your sister-in-law compares herself to a chicken that lays golden eggs?"

"I'm afraid that's what she thinks." Mo Hansheng shook his head and wrote his name on the paper again, "The eldest brother was born in the spring, so he took the name Da Chun. According to my father's habit, I should have been named Da Dong when I was born in winter. Later, I heard that my mother didn't agree, so I thought about it for several days before changing the name 'Hansheng' to me. ”

"Ink ...... Big...... Winter. Li Hongmei frowned, read these three words with disgust on her face, and then said, "Then I really have to thank your mother." ”

"My mother always prefers me." Speaking of this, Mo Hansheng's face unconsciously filled with a smile.

Li Hongmei was stunned, turned her head slightly, and her silhouette was a little lonely.

After a while, her face once again showed the same smile as before, and asked, "What are you doing with these names on paper?" ”

Mo Hansheng looked up at the distant sky and said, "It's been seven months since I left home unconsciously, and I don't know when I will be able to return home, I'm afraid that I will slowly forget about them, so I thought about writing my name on a piece of paper to remind myself." ”

Li Hongmei picked up the piece of rice paper and said half-jokingly: "You're afraid that you will forget them, maybe they have forgotten you a long time ago." ”

Mo Hansheng glared at her, turned his back and didn't speak.

Li Hongmei chuckled: "This is angry, why is you a big man not as big as me A little woman has a belly?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, let's get straight to the point." Mo Hansheng snatched the rice paper from her hand, "You can't have come to talk to me all the way, right?" ”

"I really want your help this time."

"A favor." Mo Hansheng stretched out a finger.

"What?" Li Hongmei was stunned.

Mo Hansheng explained: "It's fair and reasonable to help you do this favor to offset the favor I owe you." ”

"I just helped you with the ink ......"

"You volunteered." Li Hongmei originally wanted to bargain again, but Mo Hansheng interrupted her directly.

Yesterday was a matter of Shishan's life and death, and there was really no other way to let her lion open her mouth, and now he is not so easy to speak.

If you want to take advantage of yourself, there are no doors!