The rain is raining.

Chu Moyu overcame the thorns and thorns and carried the corpse to the burial pit.

The hard work paid off, and it took a time for the corpse to be carried here.

The view is out of sight.

Chu Moyu was in a surging mood at the moment.

At the moment of treasure hunting, I hit the mentality of chicken blood.

"Don't let me down."

Chu Moyu carefully pulled out the corpse's clothes, and a bunch of golden beans were scattered.

Golden beans.

Gold.

What is a gold coin?

Obtain a one-star gold phantom beast.

What's hidden in your pocket?

Ninth Order Quenching Book.

There are also six thumb-sized Xuanhuo beads.

There are also eight bottles of second-order elixir.

Eleven bottles of Refining Piglins.

The five copper coins were received correctly.

There is also a small box that cannot be opened.

That's all there is to it, and there is nothing peculiar about it.

The disciples of the Taoist sect are cultivating in the contemplation.

There is an enchantment in the view, and it does not rain inside.

There is a world of difference on the outside.

Chu Moyu continued to go back to carry the corpse, carrying the corpse again and again.

…………

There is always a time when people collapse, and Chu Moyu's limit has reached a critical point, and he can no longer lift it.

Persisted until the time when the door opened.

There is already a crystal ball shining brightly in shed 87 on the mountain, which is a signal for dinner.

Chu Moyu walked along the mountain road, his body was soft, and he didn't have much strength to walk.

The Daomen disciples had already cooked a midnight meal for them.

Thirty-three barrels.

Chu Moyu was so hungry that he took every bucket.

It's no longer a matter of carefully observing the prey killed by the Fallen Dao Gate, just eat it, just eat it.

I had a full meal and took a nap.

It's not just Chu Moyu, a corpse bearer, who is tired and speechless.

In the shed, there were hundreds of outer disciples, and they couldn't tell what they were doing, and they were busy with each other anyway.

The disciples of the Daomen walked around majestically, and they brought boxes of wooden boxes.

They opened the wooden box.

It's the rain of clothes.

Chu Moyu took the raincoat.

"It's finally time to take a break."

Next to Chu Moyu is a swordsmith, a Daomen outsider, who also came to cast a sword for the Daomen, of course, not for the Daomen disciples, the Daomen disciples have their own Daomen swordsmiths, and there is no need for the swordsmiths outside.

The weapons that these swordsmiths can craft are nothing more than swords for show.

Chu Mo had been busy for a day, and he didn't see any cultivators with swords.

Daomen deliberately crossed in order not to let any assessment matters talk, which disrupted everyone's affairs.

The array in the formation requires a lot of manpower and workers to operate, and these people, including Chu Moyu's corpse bearer, their place to eat is to stay away from this area, and people in other places are the same, and they cross each other, so as not to leak the questions of the assessment.

The Dao Sect is not a random selection of disciples outside the sect.

Absolutely fair and equitable.

The cultivator knew the question of the assessment, so what, it was all a clearance in exchange for his life, and Chu Moyu was the most clear.

Chu Moyu likes the current atmosphere, he is alone in his family, so it is better to get together and be busy with some things.

Seeing that they were all thoughtful and had something, the strange things of every family were on their faces.

Several swordsmiths next to him didn't recognize Chu Moyu and were enthusiastic about Chu Moyu.

"Boy, where are you from?" Su Yu Sword Forger asked.

Chu Moyu politely told them, and squeezed into their circle by the way.

Their group of swordsmiths also brought playing cards.

"That's a lot of nonsense, come on, I'll play a few too."

Chu Moyu took out a golden bean.

"Yo, this kid is quite capable." Su Yu sword caster opened a sword casting shop by himself, not to mention a millionaire, at least it is a serious career with fragrant and spicy food.

One golden bean is nothing, and you can play up to five games.

These swordsmiths are from the outer city.

"Boy, we are the swordsmiths of the Fallen Desert City, in the future, if you have the opportunity to come to the Fallen Desert City, just find a few of our brothers and arrange for you properly." Su Yu Sword Casting Master happily patted Chu Moyu's shoulder.

"Okay, okay! Then I will eat you poor! Chu Moyu smiled.

"Little brother, if you can eat us poor, then you must be a huge burp horse phantom beast."

"Hahaha."

The atmosphere was good, many people didn't watch, and they also had their own ways to play.

Chu Moyu's side is very lively, a few Daomen disciples glanced over to take a look, Daomen disciples have a lot of rules, they are only responsible for guarding, and the people here can make trouble as much as they like.

The playing cards have been shuffled.

"Does the little brother want to sit in the bank?" Ryan Swordsmith dealt his cards.

Chu Moyu held the main seat, and naturally wanted to sit in the village.

"Take out your money, Lao Tzu is going to kill all directions." Chu Moyu's eyes and tone were angry.

"It's really capable! Look at what cards you have. ”

The four swordsmiths took the cards, and the onlookers watched quietly, without any expression on their faces.

Chu Moyu looked at the cards carefully!

", four flowers, a card that kills itself, not a single point."

A golden bean is gone.

After more than a dozen games, Chu Moyu admitted defeat.

He left, returned to the formation, and continued to carry the corpse.

Only by working hard to carry the corpse will he gain financial resources.

Wearing this raincoat, no matter how heavy the rain is, it will not hinder it, and the body will warm up a lot.

Lifted one.

Another one.

They searched their pockets and sleeves.

If you get five Space Rings, you just can't open them.

I also got a few books on high-level refining spirit worms, but I couldn't use them.

All of them were put into Chu Moyu's space ring.

Lift to the next day.

Chu Moyu was blindfolded and fell asleep under the phoenix tree.

The rain did not sign.

"It's dawn?"

"It's still so dark!"

It doesn't matter if it's dark or the rain doesn't stop.

The door bell rang.

The cultivators began to break through the formation step by step.

Chu Moyu saw those scenes, he was sleepy, and continued to sleep under the phoenix tree.

Tianguanzi happened to be lying on the phoenix wood flower, listening to the sound of snoring underneath.

Tianguanzi couldn't beat the concubine, and his soul was injured, and he lay on the tree to recuperate.

"This fool, the corpse can't be lifted, and I'm still dreaming about the Spring and Autumn Festival, disturbing my cultivation." Tianguan slapped Chu Moyu to the side of the formation.

"Carry the corpse! Sleep furious! Tianguanzi scolded angrily.

Chu Moyu received that slap and rolled all the way to the side of the formation, and his body was already filthy.

He was terrified.

"Who? Dog's day, could it be that the old master of the Daomen woke up? ”

"I always can't get along with me, baba

Chu Moyu couldn't shout, and his voice was hoarse.

The cultivators were very happy to see that the corpse bearer in front of them was forcibly awakened.

"He was arrogant last night."

"You should have stabbed him."

The practitioners muttered to themselves.

Chu Moyu was tragically hit by a divine technique early in the morning.

It was the Shuling Officer who should be frightened, and he was hit on the head by a wooden stick from the Heavenly Guanzi at this time.

The scribe hurriedly bowed.

The book spirit official didn't know who was coming to the main altar of the Daomen, but when he heard it yesterday, he also saw that the priests were all more diligent than before, but he didn't expect it to be true.

"The Shuling Officer slept soundly for a while, and was awarded a stick by a certain priest at the Daomen General Altar!" The Shuling Officer himself wrote the book of the Observation of the Sun.

Tianguanzi also gave a stick to the old man of Daomen who ate spicy noodles last night, and at this moment the old man of Daomen was in pain and couldn't get out of bed.

"It's been a thousand years, and I'm still so greedy!" Tianguanzi snorted and continued to sleep soundly on the phoenix wood flower.