"A piece of Yuehua syrup has added ten years to my Taoism, and now with the help of the flesh and blood of the ox and the incense of the Ten Thousand Dynasty, it is not difficult to break through the Jiazi cultivation within half a month."

"The question is, will the cow give me time?"

In the temple of the sacrificial furnace, Mo Chuan sat cross-legged, refining the cow's ears in his belly while contemplating and meditating.

Thinking about it from another perspective, if he is a cow and is so eaten by others, he will definitely rise up and use all means to kill the enemy.

"In this way, even the horizontal and vertical are driven to drive the tiger and the wolf...... It's all possible. ”

"As a demon for thousands of years, there are too many cards that can be played in his hand."

"If you want to avoid this situation, the best way is to kill the cow, my pot of beef offal, after all, a cow's brain."

"It's a pity that the Tao is limited, and if you want to break the head of the cattle, even with the help of spraying and copying, it is difficult to achieve it without two or three top Dao lines."

"Two or three Jiajia Taoist lines are offered with my current incense, but it is just a matter of course, I am afraid that there will be many dreams at night?"

“…… It seems that the sword has gone off the rails! ”

Mo Chuan frowned slightly, and simply left the Yang God, left the Yang God Temple, and went to Fengming Cave.

I don't want to, but people pounce on it.

"My mother went out to visit."

In front of the archway of the underground palace of Fengming Cave, a half-Jiazi yin soul poured out from the inscription of the archway and returned the salute.

"Dare to ask when the red pheasant will come back?" Mo Chuan asked.

"Niangniang's whereabouts are uncertain......"

Without waiting for the Yin Spirit to finish speaking, a delicate voice came from behind Mo Chuan.

"The concubine felt uneasy when she was outside. Unexpectedly, it was a Taoist friend who visited, what an unexpected joy! ”

Mo Chuan looked back, only to see the Fengming Cave God Red Pheasant smiling and smiling, silently and like a ghost.

- This is the way of the thousand-year-old demon?

Mo Chuan's heart sank!

"That's a coincidence!"

Mo Chuan smiled slightly, raised his hand and handed over a red lacquer and gold floral pattern food box: "The cave has been busy these days, thanks to the mother's hand, a little heart, not respect!" ”

The red pheasant looked curious, and reached out to take it: "What is this?" ”

Mo Chuan smiled: "Niangniang will know at a glance. ”

The red pheasant held the food box in one hand, and gently opened it with the other, and when the gap was revealed, she suddenly closed the food box again, and looked at Mo Chuan with a stunned expression.

"A plate of hors d'oeuvres, I hope the mother won't dislike it." Mo Chuan smiled.

"Daoist friends are really joking, these are all hors d'oeuvres, so should the main dish be extravagant?"

The red pheasant seemed to have a deep meaning, put away the food box, and made a gesture of "please": "This is not the place to speak, please!" ”

Mo Chuan bowed his head and looked forward to it.

Passing the archway, entering the underground palace, passing through the corridor and alley, a person and a demon stopped in an elegant guest room.

Fengming Cave is a good tea, and it is the best tea.

Mo Chuan took a sip of tea, added another two years of Taoism, and sighed in his heart, the big guy is the big guy!

Of course, the food box he sent was not bad.

After a pleasantry, the red pheasant couldn't hold his breath anymore, and asked curiously: "Ten thousand years of flesh and blood are all hors d'oeuvres, I don't know what the main meal is under friendship?" ”

Mo Chuan smiled: "Heavenly Demon Secret Method! ”

"What do you mean by that?"

"Then the old scalper is next to the mother, right?"

Hearing this, the red pheasant looked strange, and after a while, he pretended to be surprised and laughed softly.

"The concubine is timid, don't scare the little girl."

"Really? It seems that he is overly worried. ”

Mo Chuan stared at the red pheasant's expression that was difficult to distinguish between true and false, and said slowly: "Since you are not here, Poor Dao will be relieved." The poor road is here, just to remind the mother, if the old cow comes to find the mother one day, the mother might as well consider this meal. ”

After saying that, he got up and took his leave.

The red pheasant thought for a moment and got up to send it off.

When the guests left and returned to the house, she opened the food box with a blank face, looked at the neatly arranged boiled beef ears on the plate, reached out and pinched one, put it in her mouth, and chewed it carefully.

Ten thousand years of demon and evil blood food, since it is a top delicacy, the entrance can't be stopped, the red pheasant first tastes the blood, the beast blood boils. Just as he was about to stretch out his hand again, his eyes flashed, and he reached out and pulled out a bull's ear and held it up in front of his eyes.

I saw that the brittle bones of this cow's ear were crystal clear, shining with jade luster, not like food, but more like Taoist jade wat.

……

After bidding farewell to the Fengming Cave God, Mo Chuan concocted the same method, and visited Swallow Cloud Zhenjun and Moonlight Zhenren respectively, leaving two food boxes.

Regardless of whether the cow will contact the three demons privately, the three boiled beef ears are both a deterrent and a willingness to cooperate.

As the saying goes, helping to win does not help to lose.

As long as the three demons have a little brain, they should know how to choose.

Of course, it is up to people to plan things, and it is up to heaven to make things happen.

After all, the demon is the demon, and he has a strange temperament, and he can't be treated with common sense, so he can only do his best and obey the destiny of heaven.

The incense in the cave of the Ten Thousand Dynasty can be kept if you can, and if you can't keep it, you can only take it as the best policy.

Thoughts wandered, and a wisp of incense came to me.

Looking at the incense, the delicate face wants to break the Zen Gong.

I saw that in front of the Wanchao Cave, a beaver wearing a big red window lattice pleated skirt combed the girl's hair bun, and offered three incense sticks in his hand, and worshiped with incense.

"Weixi, meet Mingchen Immortal."

Thinking about the words all the way, when I arrived at the present, there was only a dry request to see.

This made the beaver a little anxious, and he had the heart to say a few more words, but he didn't know where to speak, which made the incense burn a little dry.

"How does the girl know that the poor road is in the Wanchao Cave?"

A curiosity dispels the anxiety of the beanie, and makes her little heart flutter again.

Looking up and following the sound, he saw a faint but familiar cyan shadow walking from the depths of the dim cave.

Seeing Mo Chuan, Weili subconsciously lowered his head and hurriedly explained:

"Before, the immortal chief had said that he was the god of Jiuyao Cave, so Wei Ni went to Jiuyao Cave first, and then heard the new cave god say, you came to Wanchao Cave, so ...... Here it is. ”

"I see."

Mo Chuan nodded: "Then I don't know what happened to the uncivet girl looking for poverty?" ”

"The little woman encountered a major event in her life and didn't know how to choose, so she ...... So you want to hear what the fairy chief thinks? I don't know, can the immortal chief be empty? ”

Miraci asked, looking up.

"Life events?"

Mo Chuan chuckled in his heart, thought for a while, and said, "Let's hear it." ”

Weili pursed his lips and said, "The clan Bashou wants to take me as an apprentice, I ...... I was a little hesitant to say yes or not. ”

Mo Chuan subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, he thought it was a major event in his life!

"The girl also said that this is a major event in life. It's best for this kind of thing to be a good girl, or to refer to the advice of her parents, and it's not good to choose on her own. Mo Chuan said.

With his head bowed and his hands twisted in the hem of his clothes, he seemed to be experiencing a fierce ideological struggle.

"Does the Immortal always change caves?" Unanimous digression.

"I just came to the mountains recently, and I changed it more casually, and I probably won't change it again in the future." Mo Chuan Road.

"So the Immortal Elder will always practice here?"

Mitsuri asked, his eyes lit up surprisingly.

It made Mo Chuan suddenly think of the fireflies in the night, bright, weak, and gentle.

"Sort of!" He nodded.

"After that, I am also a cultivator, and I hope that the immortal will take care of one or two."

Weici plucked up the courage, performed the etiquette of the Han family, interlocked his hands, placed them on his waist, bent his knees slightly, and performed blessings.

When Mo Chuan saw this scene, he smiled dumbly.

Where is this for advice? It's a clear choice!

"Rightfully so!"

Mo Chuan bowed his hand: "The road is lonely, may Taoist friends have a long song and a lamp, and there is a lamp when you walk alone." ”