Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine.

……

After the mountain disagreement, Mo Chuan quietly left, returned to the wilderness, entered the dream method with Taixuan, and concentrated on the true cultivation.

When it comes to the wax moon, the temperature plummets, it is thousands of miles of thorns, and it is also the autumn depression that makes people feel a little sad.

At the end of this year, Mochuan incense is a little stronger.

It turned out that the old people in the mountains couldn't hold the cold, and they died one after another, and their souls returned to the mountain.

Under the spirit banner of the wind, filial piety clothes white scarves, straw sandals, bamboo hats, rattan basket torches...... The incense of the Wanchao Cave floated in the cold wind, and there was no day to extinguish.

Mo Chuan sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, looking at the suffering in the world, cultivating the road of eternal life, and his heart was neither sad nor happy.

At midnight that day, a flame of incense came in.

The familiar breath made him groan for a long time, but he couldn't help but turn off the incense and look at it.

Under the moonlight, in Shanqi Village, the old couple of the Chen family knelt in the hall and worshipped, muttering prayers.

In the side room, the two sisters and brothers are sleeping soundly.

The food of the people next to Shanqi Village is temporarily larger, only the grain of the Chen family is permanently solidified, others may believe the propaganda of the government, but the old Chen family does not believe it after all.

'It's kind of a little conscientious. ’

Mo Chuan chuckled, and was about to retract his gaze, not wanting two more incense sticks to come.

It's still the familiar village of Sanki.

Mo Chuan looked at it again, but it was Chen Jiaofu, the head of the Shanqi household, kneeling in the darkness of the side house, thinking about it in pieces.

"The little old man has incense to the fairy family, and I hope that the fairy family is not strange, the government is watching strictly, and it has only been slack off in recent days, Shanqi Village can survive this catastrophe, thanks to the immortal family's spell, the little old man is unable to build a shrine for the fairy family, ask the fairy family to understand, and the little old man will be in the future, there will be an incense of the fairy family, do not ask the fairy family to bless, only ask the fairy family to blame the villagers of Shanqi ......"

In addition to Chen Jiaofu, there is also an old couple that Mo Chuan has never noticed, and they also secretly put on a stick of incense.

The difference is that they brought in ignorant children, kowtowed to the child's head, and said that the ancestors and ancestors were blessed, but the incense went directly to Mo Chuan's seat.

"There are more than 100 households in Shanqi Village, although only three households are incense, but ...... It's worth it! ”

Mo Chuan laughed, the depression in his heart was swept away, and his mood suddenly brightened.

It even diluted a bad news reported by the lamp grass monk.

- But it is the breath of plants and trees that cannot ripen the eagle to hit the cliff and mountain fruit.

In other words, the Eagle Strike Cliff Mountain Fruit is purely catalyzed by the gas of the earth's leylines, so that it can ripen once a year, and one fruit can add two years of Taoism. Without the qi of the leylines, this mountain fruit will be lost.

Anyway, without the Eagle Cliff Mountain Fruit, he still has other herbs, and he can endure the cultivation of his temperament for a year and a half, which is enough to promote a hundred years of medicinal materials.

In mid-December, Mo Chuan finally piled up the cultivation to Jiazi, and then ...... Stop at Jiazi.

No matter how he swallowed the essence of the sun and the moon, and even the incense Yuanqi, his cultivation was still unable to make an inch, as if he had encountered the bottleneck of the legend.

"No wonder Huang Buyu is close to Jiazi's cultivation, but he wants to beg for the sealing of the Qukou Chen family, it turns out that Jiazi is a threshold! Come to think of it, Huang Buyu wants to borrow external forces to break this threshold. ”

At this point in cultivation, many incomprehensible points on the way to practice suddenly opened.

At this point, the disadvantages of no door and no faction have also been highlighted.

If there is a sect, there is a master to mention one or two, not to mention whether it is useful or not, at least there is a direction of effort.

Don't be black-eyed and don't know what to do.

In desperation, Mo Chuan listened to the lectures of Yunjiguan for a few days, but he did not mention the bottleneck of Jiazi.

That's right, don't look at him in the past six months, he has come into contact with a lot of big demons above Jiazi.

is a thousand-year-old man, and he has also met four.

In a trance, there is an illusion of "Jiazi walks everywhere, more than a thousand years like a dog".

In fact, these thousand-year-old demons are patterns that have not changed for hundreds of years. As for Jiazi cultivation, it is also very rare.

Otherwise, Huang Buyu was so shocked by Mo Chuan and turned into a human form, how could he be so excited?

"If you can't do it, you bury yourself."

Mo Chuan, who was at a loss for what to do, had a whimsical idea in his heart.

Tuoyun Mountain's thousand-year-old flying zombie once said:

"Take a hole of the leyline, bury it again, continue the qi of the leyline, and after thousands of years, the supernatural power will be born by itself!"

With his current situation, he re-sealed the cave of the leyline, and with the qi of the leyline, it is possible to break through the bottleneck of Jiazi.

"Why don't you try?"

When his heart moved at will, Mo Chuan was about to respond to the Shoushan incense, and broke through Jiazi cultivation by taking advantage of the half-cut vein of Shoushan, but he didn't want to, and a beautiful shadow came slowly from the secluded path of the mountains.

When the figure saw the cave of the Wan Dynasty, the heart was full of spirits, the head of the mantis was raised, the autumn leaves were covered, the incense was around, and the shadow of the road was cross-legged, as quiet as a rock.

Weili smiled, looked through his bright autumn water, and damaged his faint spring mountain.

I'll finally see you today.

She lifted the new Xiu Yuanqi, stepped on the vines and convex stones, like a martial arts master, and walked the eaves to the wall.

Goodbye Weici, Mo Chuan raised his eyebrows.

Compared with the memories of the raccoon dog or the silver-crowned red dress, or the pleated skirt, today's raccoon dress is quite simple.

A linen deer boot, with sleeves and hems, can be seen to be worn, just like an ordinary village girl.

However, under the clouds and sideburns, the eyebrows are painted, and the pink cheeks are glowing, just like the fairy who descends on the ordinary people's homes.

Simple clothes, do not hide Chu Chu moving temperament.

"Taoist friend, reunion after a long absence, I miss it very much, I see it today, I have stepped into the door, congratulations."

Mo Chuan got up and bowed his hand with a smile.

The sentence "I miss it very much" is not enough to hear.

"The last time I said goodbye, the little woman thought it was rare to see her again. I don't want to, the master's mountain gate is in the mountains, and I have always wanted to come and pay a visit, but the master has been watching closely, and he has not been free. ”

The eyes of the fox are like a crescent moon, telling the recent situation and explaining why he has not been here for so long.

"A strict teacher produces a high apprentice, it seems that Daoyou has to meet a good teacher."

"Well, the master treats me like his own child, and he never tires of teaching and preaching, but I am stupid, but the master has suffered a lot."

Wei Ni chatted about the recent situation for a few words, and the topic couldn't wait to shift to Mo Chuan: "Daoyou, have you been practicing in the mountains during this time?" ”

"Sort of, I've been practicing alchemy in the mountains recently."

Speaking of this, Mo Chuan patted his forehead and said: "Look at my brain, see the old people, patronize the past, but forget the etiquette." ”

As he spoke, he flipped through his hand, took out two porcelain bottles, and handed them over.

"When Daoyou first entered the Daomen, these two bottles of new alchemy pills were given to Daoyou, as a congratulatory gift, and I hope that Daoists should not be disgusted."

"You're welcome!"

Weixi exhaled politely, but he couldn't wait to take the pill, and looked at it lovingly, and the deer jumped up.

It's not that I'm rejoicing in the elixir.

Instead, they suddenly collided with the skin between receiving the elixir.

"Fellow Daoist...... Good at alchemy? ”

"Sort of, if you want to refine any pills in the future, you may be able to do it for you."

"Really? The little woman thanked Daoyou in advance. ”

"Haha, you're welcome."

On the top of the mountain, the west wind is blowing, but when the wind enters the two of them, it turns into a warm spring under the copy.

The two sat opposite each other, tasting fragrant tea, chatting about the current situation, sitting and talking, a beautiful woman was happy with each other, and a concubine was afraid to speak, chatting sticky, but also hazy like a dream, just like a firefly with the moon.

Before you know it, dusk has arrived.

Wei Tanuki was reluctant, but he still got up and said goodbye, unwilling to leave the impression that he didn't know how to be polite.

Mo Chuan gave it away.

Dressed in white, hidden in the mountains.

"The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is happy."

A sound that seemed to be laughing and teasing came.

Mo Chuan calmly turned his head to look, only to see the Fengming Cave God Red Pheasant appear behind a boulder at some point.

"Didn't Poor Dao hit the Peach Blossom Tribulation recently? How do you fall alone one by one? Mo Chuan seemed to be smiling.

"The hateful shemale has a different path, and I regret it for life!" The red pheasant replied, I don't know if it was a real regret or a fake regret.

Mo Chuan didn't get a good deal, so he simply got straight to the point: "I don't know what friends mean by coming?" ”

The red pheasant looked solemn and said meaningfully: "On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, on Chinese New Year's Eve, thousands of demons welcome the new year, and Taoist friends have newly entered the guest hall, but don't miss it." ”

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