Time flies, more than two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Mo Hansheng slowly walked out of the valley.

In the past two years, he rarely went out, and spent most of his time practicing behind closed doors in the bamboo building.

If Mu Feiyuan came out of retreat at this time and saw him, he would definitely be very satisfied.

Without any guidance, in just over two years, Mo Hansheng had already advanced from the fourth layer of the Qi Refining Realm to the ninth layer.

But if she could see through Mo Hansheng's body, I am afraid that she would be so shocked that she couldn't speak.

Although Mo Hansheng appeared to be a cultivator of the ninth layer of the Qi Refining Realm on the surface, his true state was far more than that.

In his sea of qi, he did not have nine air currents like ordinary Qi refining ninth-level cultivators, but they were lined up from left to right, condensing the entire ninety-nine eighty-one air flows.

Moreover, the amount of his True Qi was more than nine times that of ordinary monks.

The first air flow in his body, which symbolized the first layer of Qi refining, was not much different from that of ordinary monks, but each air flow after that was several times thicker than the previous one, and when it came to the eighty-first air flow, the amount of true qi contained in it was even more unimaginable.

Although Mo Hansheng has not yet been able to build a foundation at this moment, his mana is so profound that it has far surpassed that of ordinary foundation building monks, and he is approaching the peak of the foundation building realm.

The hundred top-grade yuan jades given by Mu Feiyuan had already been absorbed by him.

If it weren't for the 10,000-year-old cold jade that he still had given from his son, the cultivation resources would have been unsustainable.

It's no wonder that Mu Feiyuan is doing this, it's really too exaggerated for the resources that Mo Hansheng needs to cultivate.

Even when she built the foundation in the past, she didn't need so much Yuanyu.

It may not be too difficult to collect Yuan Yu, but from ancient times to the present, how many people have been able to absorb so much Yuan Qi in such a short period of time?

Mo Hansheng quietly glanced at the valley and didn't see anyone.

Li Hongmei had gone down the mountain alone early in the morning, and he didn't know what to do, and this was a good time for him to sneak out.

As usual, he picked a relatively remote path and walked in the direction of the mountain gate.

He's done this a few times, and he's already familiar with it, so he won't have any problems.

Soon, he came to the mountain gate.

On the stone pier in front of him, a familiar figure sits.

When Mo Hansheng gradually approached, the man seemed to sense something and glanced in the direction he came from.

Immediately, he immediately jumped off the stone pier, with a smile on his face, and ran in front of Mo Hansheng.

"Hello senior brother."

The person who greeted him was the little fat man who jumped over the dragon gate, bent over, bowed, and acted exactly the same as before.

However, more than two years have passed, and his face and body shape have changed a lot, and he is no longer the original little fat man.

Maybe it's because of the two years of hard practice, or maybe it's because I often climb Hongluan Peak to challenge Tong Yan.

Now he is not as bloated and fat as he used to be, and his figure has become very shapely.

Not to mention, his slimmed down appearance is really much better-looking, and he is not inferior to his childish appearance.

I don't know, when the high-level leaders on Hongluan Peak saw it, would they regret not taking him under the door back then.

Mo Hansheng smiled and said, "You're on duty again." ”

The little fat man, oh no, it should be Yuelongmen who touched his head, and also smiled: "Yes." ”

After saying this, he immediately explained: "No one bullied me this time, it was completely voluntary. ”

Mo Hansheng nodded.

Now this Leaping Dragon Sect is famous in the Sunset Sect, and among the low-level disciples of the Six Peaks, no one dares to bully him anymore.

He has challenged Tong Yan many times in the past two years, although he has not won a single time so far.

But the more he went later, the more difficult it was for Tong Yan to win, and he was beaten by Yuelongmen several times and his nose and face were swollen, and he almost lost.

Gradually, the disciples of Xizhao Peak all understood that Yuelongmen was no longer the little fat man who could be bullied in the past.

Although he didn't know what he had experienced in the Yunmeng Canyon, he had really undergone a complete change from body to mind.

Interestingly, he repeatedly came to the door to provoke, and all the high-level officials of Hongluan Peak let it go, without any intention of pursuing and punishing him at all.

Even Tongyan's master, Miaoyu Protector, didn't have any opinion on this, and watched his beloved disciple be beaten to the point of bleeding in three days.

Everyone was even more surprised, and they were secretly speculating that the little fat man must have found some big man as a backer, so he would act so unscrupulously.

In this way, naturally no one dares to provoke him.

And the reason why he was on duty here alone to guard the mountain gate as before was not because other disciples shirked the task to him, it was completely because he took the initiative to ask for it.

At first, those disciples thought that Yuelongmen was remembering their previous enmity and deliberately used it to demonstrate.

Later, he really guarded the mountain gate alone for a long time, and there was no revenge, and everyone let it go.

As for why he did this, it was a little secret between him and Mo Hansheng.

With the cover of the Yuelong Gate, Mo Hansheng easily walked out of the mountain gate.

He walked out of the maple grove in front of the mountain gate and picked a secluded path.

He walked all the way into the deserted wilderness, taking a closer look around.

After making sure that there was no trace of anyone around, he suddenly summoned a small sword from the Qiankun Ring.

True Qi was slowly injected, and the small sword emitted a buzzing sound in the air, and then it was enlarged in an instant, turning into a flying sword one zhang long.

Mo Hansheng raised his foot and stepped on, stepping on the flying sword and swept away.

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A sparsely populated village with an old house at the end of the village.

In the courtyard, an old woman with white hair was sitting on a bench knitting straw sandals.

Although she is old, her eyes are very good, and her hands and feet are quite sharp.

After a while, she made another pair of straw sandals and put them in the basket in front of her.

She was about to get a pair of straw to weave, but she heard a creak, and the courtyard door was pushed open.

"Grandma, I'm back." As the sun set slanting, a woman about thirty years old dressed in green walked in.

The old woman put down the straw and looked at the visitor with a smile: "Miss Huan'er." ”

This woman in green is the woman trafficker who was frozen by Mo Hansheng with cold air that day and escaped under Li Hongmei.

Later, Mo Hansheng hurried back to the top of the mountain to wake her up, and sent her here to take care of this old woman, and gave her a new name - Chang Huan.

More than two years have passed, Chang Huan has long forgotten his real name, forgotten the past, and has been living with the old woman in this small mountain village, relying on each other.

The old woman also likes her very much, because this Huan'er girl is not only beautiful, understanding, but also very diligent.

If she had a child under her knees, she would definitely want her to be her daughter-in-law.

Chang Huan put down the basket on her shoulder, which contained some firewood, which she had just picked up from the mountain.

Although the life in the village is a little harder, it is also very calm and peaceful, and she likes it very much.

But she had been thinking of someone, the young man dressed in white who occasionally came to visit her.

Unlike the rough men in the village who would take the initiative to offer their courtesies when they saw him, the man was taciturn and had a cold temperament that made people feel unapproachable.