After Hua Yue's careful consideration, it was finally decided to let Mo Yang officially embark on the "road of cultivating immortals", Mo Yang is already a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, will it be too late? If you think like this, then it is wrong, because the most important thing for people who cultivate immortals is the spiritual root, the spiritual root is good, no matter how late the cultivation is, it will eventually be completed, if there is no good spiritual root or no spiritual root at all, it is useless to cultivate early!

In fact, Hua Yue has never allowed Mo Yang to cultivate immortals, but the reason why he teaches the method of refining weapons is that this child has no spiritual root at all! But if he said this to Mo Yang, it would inevitably hit Mo Yang's confidence, since he wanted to cultivate immortals, he would treat a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and when he realized that he was really not the material for cultivating immortals, he would naturally give up.

However, Hua Yue still gave Mo Yang a spiritual advice on the basic cultivation foundation, and instructed Lan Zhi to let her guide her on a regular basis.

Two days later, this day coincided with the market in the ancient town, Mo Yang and Lan Zhi were in a good mood, so they decided to go out and buy some delicious and fun food.

Although it is just an isolated town, but Xianguan Ancient Town has been standing here for nearly a thousand years, the people live and work in peace and contentment, Xianguan Ancient Town is located in a very special geographical location, a radius of 100 is surrounded by mountains, even so, it is much higher than the terrain outside the mountain, most of the villagers call the surrounding mountains as the Four Ring Mountains.

Legend has it that this four-ring mountain is the place where the ancient beast Jiaolong is located, and the vast area in the middle used to be a deep pool, and the dragon frolicked in this deep pool every day, but these are just legends.

There are seven or eight villages scattered in the four ring mountains, the folk customs are simple, every ten days, seven or eight villages are gathered and sold in this ancient town of Xianwang, it has also become a bazaar, although it is not as prosperous as the important town of the Central Plains, but it is also lively and extraordinary. Skilled craftsmen, all kinds of food, to also have a characteristic.

The two of them walked down the street, and the place where the market was located was the only flat area of the seven or eight villages, and at this time Mo Yang was holding a string of sugar gourds in his left hand and a few pieces of ink paper in his right hand, and he was eating happily.

"Yo, this is not the young masters of the Mo family, why, I didn't study at home, and I had time to come out to catch the market?" A thirty-year-old woman shouted.

"Alas, Aunt Wang, isn't this tired of studying, my Lord Moyangmo came out to inspect and see how the people in my Sihuan Mountain are doing, whether anyone is hungry and whether anyone is freezing." Mo Yang said seriously.

"This kid, pure nonsense. I haven't seen you for a long time, and I'm still missing you. Aunt Wang said with a smile.

"That's a must, I'll tell you too, by the way, have you finished eating the herbs you picked last time?"

"Not yet, I really have to thank you." Aunt Wang said as she took out a roasted sweet potato from the basket, "Come to Moyang, this is the freshly baked sweet potato from Uncle Li next door, hurry up, eat it while it's hot." ”

Mo Yang touched his head with a smile, "Oh, that's embarrassing." "But I took it in my hand.

Indeed, although Mo Yang is the young master of Mo Mansion, but the entire Sihuan Mountain knows him, although this kid loves to be funny, and has caused a lot of small troubles, but on weekdays, he has not received much of Mo Yang's favor, such as giving Aunt Wang to the mountain to collect medicine, and helping Uncle Li repair farm tools.

Therefore, the reputation of the young master of Moyang in the Sihuan Mountain is not bad!

The two of them were tired of walking, so they stopped at a noodle stall called "Aunt Lu's Big Bowl of Noodles", and ordered two bowls of noodles casually.

From the outside, although these two people look like people from the Sihuan Mountain Village, they are dressed in black, with a hat on their heads, and a sword and a sword around their waists.

You must know that there are also mortals practicing martial arts in the Sihuan Mountain, so this dress is normal.

Although the demeanor is ordinary, there is a hidden murderous aura, and all this is deeply seen by Lan Zhi.

Could it be that the big array was closed a few days ago, and these two people had no intention of breaking in? Lan Zhi thought secretly in her heart.

"Little Er, why haven't we come yet!" Among them was a man with a square face and a deep scar on his face.

"Two guests, don't worry, it'll be fine right away."

The lady who sells noodles is surnamed Lu, and Mo Yang and Lan Zhi will come to Aunt Lu's noodle stall every time they are in the market, and the taste is really good.

Aunt Lu brought two bowls of noodles to Moyang's table, and before the bowls could be put down, suddenly Scarface slapped the table suddenly, "Bastard, do you still let Uncle wait!" ”

Aunt Lu has experienced such a situation for so many years, she was startled, her hand shook, but the two bowls of noodles were overturned in her hands, and at this moment, Lan Zhi's body moved slightly, but she easily caught the two bowls of noodles, and then put them on the table.

"You reckless man, don't frighten my Aunt Lu." Mo Yang stood up and said to Scarface.

Lan Zhi held Aunt Lu with both hands, "Auntie, it's okay, you go ahead and make noodles!" ”

The scarface saw that the young man was still childish, but he had such a tone, "You little fart, hurry up and bring the noodles on your table to the uncle, otherwise you won't be able to eat and walk around!" ”

"That's funny, yo-yo! Why are we giving it to you, it's clear that we came first! Mo Yang shouted.

"Why? It's funny! With the long sword on the uncle's waist! The scarface didn't say a word, but pulled out the long sword from his waist, but it was not unsheathed, and smashed it straight at Mo Yang's head.

Mo Yang didn't have any fear, he made a grimace, but his body was like an ethereal, and he quickly hid behind Zhilan like a phantom, "Sister, he bullied me!" ”

Lan Zhi smiled, "You, a foreigner, dare to come to my Sihuan Mountain to make trouble." "The sound is nice and crisp.

The scarface was shocked, could it be that this girl saw that she was an outsider? However, Scarface was not afraid, and with a cold snort, he pulled out his sword, but it was slashed at Nalan Zhi.

Lan Zhi dodged lightly and kicked Scarface's chest, and Scarface's two-hundred-pound body flew backwards stiffly.

Another man in black at the table suddenly flashed behind Scarface, stretched out his right hand and gently caught Scarface.

"Rubbish!" Another man in black shouted at Scarface, then turned his head, faced Lan Zhi and Mo Yang, and hugged his fists, "My brother is a bit reckless, I hope you don't be surprised!" ”

Mo Yang also clenched his fists and looked at Scarface with contempt.

"Little brother and others are so young, they have such skills, they are really heroes and teenagers, we will meet again." The man in black turned his head, "Shatuo, let's go!" ”

Watching the two disappear above the market, Lan Zhi thought to herself: In this four-ring mountain, there has been no stranger for a long time, and the regular large array is closed, and the two of them take advantage of the situation to enter, and the two men in black seem to be not good, so it seems that they have to hurry up and tell Uncle Hua.