Time goes to the pen, and the years become chapters.

Even if he is old, Ji Jin, the old mountain craftsman of Beyondsoft Shiji, still clearly remembers his encounter with God in Shoushan.

I can still clearly remember the soaring figure;

The elegance that flies against the wind;

The thunderous roar of the illusory sun;

And...... Death that has rarely been heard of since.

His sightings are recorded in the local chronicles of Shoushan, engraved in Shoushan customs, and timeless in Shoushan culture.

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Mo Chuan's eyesight is amazing, but it also stops at mortals.

The canopy of the tree, like a green wave, obscured his gaze, and as he ran among the cliffs, his mind fell on the falcon.

Therefore, after the blow, when he saw that there were no more falcons, he picked the fruit, jumped into the forest, and disappeared.

He hadn't been walking long before he stopped.

With a wave of his hand, a teapot fell on the thick dead leaves, and the monk of the lamp grass jumped out with a flattering face, and arched his hand:

"Daoye, you call me?"

"Whoa!"

Mo Chuan threw away the green fruit he had just picked.

The monk of Dengcao hurriedly stretched out his hand to take it, but he didn't want to, even with the help of Deng, this walnut-sized fruit would smash his nine-inch body and retreat again and again.

"Thank you, Lord Dao! Thank you for the reward! ”

The monk of Dengcao was not angry, and the overlord carried the green fruit like a ding, thanking him again and again, and his posture was very funny.

"Since you are a lamp grass spirit, can you understand the method of cultivation?" Mo Chuan asked.

"What does Dao Ye mean by planting this fruit pit as a tree?" Monk Dengcao asked.

"I have this idea."

"Master Dao, the little monk is a lamp and grass into a fine, and the qi and blood around his body are full of the gas of plants and trees, and he raises this fruit core with the gas of plants and trees, and he doesn't dare to say that it is not difficult to urge it to take root and sprout. However, if you want to get results, it is not the little monk's Taoism that can be matured. ”

"Really? You try it first, and then wait for the poor road to see the results. ”

Mo Chuan was surprised in his heart, but he didn't expect that it was really feasible for him to ask casually.

"The little monk obeys the decree of the Taoist master!"

The lamp grass monk hurriedly moved.

Mo Chuan bowed his head and put away the lamp grass monk again with a wave of his hand.

His eyes looked at the scenery inside the sacrificial furnace, and after seeing the lamp grass monk entering, he couldn't wait to eat the green fruits, and then he exhaled lightly.

His so-called cultivation is nothing more than a rhetoric.

His real purpose was to use the mouth of the lamp grass monk to identify whether the fruit was poisonous or not.

Having experienced heavy stones, he doesn't dare to trust anyone?

Taking good as bait is worse than evil.

God knows, does Shi Gong repair the plank road openly and Chen Cang in the dark?

Fortunately, looking at it now, he is too careful.

He took out a fruit, gnawed off a little of the peel, and suddenly a stream of essence Yuan Qi, along with the sour and astringent taste, surged between his mouth and tongue.

His eyes lit up, he sensed it slightly, and when he saw that there was nothing unusual, he swallowed it in one gulp.

The flesh enters the abdomen, turns into a rolling yuanqi, and scatters into hundreds of limbs.

He didn't dare to slack off, so he hurriedly adjusted his breath and nourished his qi, and patiently refined.

Time is like water, passing by in a murmur.

When Mo Chuan opened his eyes, there was only the last trace of afterglow left in the sky.

"One fruit, two years of Taoism, no wonder the lamp grass spirit is so excited."

Mo Chuan felt the new Dao Xing, and his heart was surprised and happy.

It must be known that he has eaten a few incense sticks, but it is only a few days of competition, and now he is barely half a mile.

Now if you eat a fruit, you have to practice the Tao for two years, which really surprised him!

"No wonder cultivators pay attention to chance, if there is no chance, just by penance, how many longevity yuan can boil that bottomless path?"

"By the way, this fruit is so mysterious, isn't there a treasure hidden under the fruit tree?"

Mo Chuan suddenly thought of the origin of the cymbals in his hand, and his heart moved, so he simply explored the eagle to hit the cliff again.

At this time, it was already dark, but fortunately, he practiced the Three Views Dao Method, his eyes were like torches, and he was not afraid of the night.

When he arrived at the Eagle Strike Cliff, he carefully landed beside the fruit tree, and carefully probed around, but found nothing.

However, with the subtlety of the earth's birth, it was faintly found that this cliff seemed to be a cross-section of the leyline.

"Did the leylines spawn it?"

Mo Chuan looked at the fruit trees rippling in the night wind, thoughtfully and left quietly.

The green mountains are scorching, and the stars are gone.

Mo Chuan stepped on the night, followed the path in his memory, and under the guidance of the Seven Stars, he found Shi Gong without much effort.

Under the smooth mountain wall, Shi Gong smiled and arched his hand: "There was a thunderstorm, the sky was clear, and Shi thanked the master of Shoushan Town for his respect!" ”

Mo Chuan returned the salute: "I'm disturbed, that falcon looks at the mortal fetus with the naked eye, and if you don't want to, it's like an arrow, it's powerful." ”

Shi Gong smiled: "No matter how powerful it is, it's not as good as Dao Chang Lei Fa!" ”

Mo Chuan smiled: "I have won awards!" ”

The two never talked about the fate of the three brothers of the Chai family, but they talked about the ending of the villains in and out of the words.

Since Mo Chuan drove away the falcon with unpredictable thunder and picked the rare fruit, it naturally means that he has completed the agreement and killed the villain.

"The night is long, if the Taoist chief is not in a hurry, why don't you sit and talk about the Tao?"

Shi Gong pointed to the simple altar in front of the stone wall, on the altar, in the two pieces of pottery bowls with missing corners, there was already rootless water.

"Haha, it's an honor."

Mo Chuan laughed, walked over generously, sat cross-legged, and at the same time took out the freshly picked green fruit from his arms and handed it over.

"Poor Dao picked three, tasted one, gave one, this one borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, the right to drink and drink a small gift, Taoist friends can not blame Poor Dao for being stingy."

Shi Gong looked stunned, and said with emotion:

"Shi has been guarding the mountains for more than 30 years, and he has never tasted the fruit of this eagle hitting the cliff, but now he is stained with the light of Taoist friends."

"You're welcome!"

As the saying goes: there are fewer thousand glasses of wine for a confidant, and there is no speculation for more than half a sentence.

Next to the mountain road, under the stone wall, a person and a spirit chatted more and more energetically.

Mo Chuan talked about the foreign affairs of the mountain, and Shi Gong talked about the autumn in the mountain.

One is the first to enter the Daomen, and the other is to guard the deep mountains, although he drinks rootless water and tastes the mountain wind, but he sits and talks about the Tao, but it is also fast.

Speaking of human words, that is, rookies peck each other, and no one should look down on anyone.

In a trance, the east is white.

"Ah, it's dawn."

"yes!"

Shi Gong's face was a little reluctant, and the deep mountains were silent, and he only knew if he tasted it.

"It's time to go, Shi Gong, there will be a period later!"

Mo Chuan stood up and prepared to leave.

"Fellow Daoists, slow down."

Shi openly kept people.

As soon as the voice fell, Mo Chuan suddenly looked back at the mountain road.

I saw two familiar figures walking over, and they were the master and apprentice of the corpse chaser who had only seen it the night before.

The pair of corpse chasers and apprentices obviously didn't expect to see Mo Chuan here again, and their faces couldn't help but be a little different.

Especially the young corpse, he was so excited that he subconsciously wanted to say hello, but he stopped talking, turned his head to look at the master, and finally lowered his head gloomily.

The big corpse came over, took out a white jade from his arms, and offered it with both hands with a complicated expression.

Shi Gong smiled beside him:

"Everyone in the world knows that Shoushan has many strange stones, and Shi is the host, how can he only treat guests with rootless water? This is the luminous mother stone, the deeper the night, the brighter the stone, Taoist friends like to rush late at night, may be able to help Taoist friends. Friends and accept it, if you are free today next year, you can come to me again, let's taste the mountain dew, taste the strange fruit, and sit and talk about the Tao. ”

"In that case, then the poor way will be disrespectful."

Mo Chuan calmly stretched out his hand to take it, and also accepted Shi Gong's one-year invitation.

The jade is in the palm of the hand, and the hand is warmly pressed.

Mo Chuan has the Three Scenes Dao Method, so he doesn't need to worry about the lighting, but he still cherishes it in his arms and puts it in the sacrificial Dao furnace.

"Let's go goodbye, I don't know when we will meet again, Xi Junsheng wings, a Beiming fish!"

Shi Gong solemnly blessed himself and encouraged himself even more.

"Farewell!"

Mo Chuan had limited ink in his stomach, so he had to bow back in a chic manner, and then arched his hand to the master and apprentice of the corpse chaser, and then jumped lightly, like the wind, and floated down the mountain.

The young corpse's gaze subconsciously caught up with Mo Chuan's figure, and his eyes shone with a bright light, but this light gradually dissipated as the Dao shadow disappeared.

"Shi Gong, farewell."

The corpse who completed the commission immediately said goodbye to Shi Gong.

At the same time, he patted the apprentice on the shoulder and walked towards the path next to the mountain.

"Master, you're on the wrong track." Seeing this, the young corpse hurriedly reminded.

"Wrong, wrong." The corpse replied.