The township test is getting closer and closer, and Qingzhen is becoming more and more deserted.

To be precise, all the towns within the range of the Sword Tongue Sect have fallen into a situation where the streets are empty, and there is no trace of the excitement of the past.

Even though there are still twenty or thirty days left for the township test, the people have already closed their shops early, and there is no one even on the official roads outside the town.

They knew that the township test involved the Sword Tongue Sect, and the slightest carelessness might affect the pond fish.

Throughout the entire Qingzhen, only the Qinglou is still open, mainly to entertain the immortals, which shows that the jackdaw is still free to enjoy when the event comes.

As soon as it gets dark, the windows of Xinghualou reveal a bit of gloom, red lanterns sway with the breeze, and candles flicker.

You can vaguely see the figure of the warbler Yanyan.

Li Mo carried a sack containing herbs and walked cautiously through the streets and alleys.

His expression was full of fear, and he looked like a small person in the market, but in fact, he had been perfecting the strategy of how to obtain the exercises in his mind.

"There must be an identity that can be exposed to the township test on the surface......"

There will definitely be the "invigilator" of the Sword Tongue Sect coming to sit in the township examination, and it is still unknown whether the Yuanying Demon Cultivator can make waves.

Li Mo came to the side door of Xinghualou, knocked lightly a few times, and soon an old bustard twisted his waist to open the side door, and the fragrance of fat powder came to his face.

The guests who came to Xinghualou all called the old bustard "Wu Niang".

Within five years, Li Mo had naturally figured out Qingzhen clearly, and even the beggars on the street had already been named.

He often corresponded with Xinghualou on weekdays, mainly because of Oiran's demand for herbs.

After all, Oiran are all mortals, and it is inevitable to use herbs to heal the rot of the skin and flesh.

The old bustard restrained the charm in her eyes, and when she faced Li Mo, she somehow remembered the child in the family who was bitten to death by a demon more than ten years ago.

"Kuroko, that's why you're willing to send herbs."

"Give, take the bounty."

The old bustard was very polite, and handed Li Mo a heavy money bag, even if the reward money was full of copper plates, it was not stingy.

"Wu Niang is polite."

"I've brought some more herbs, and I'll have to stay at home from tomorrow."

The old bustard did not embarrass Li Mo, nodded and said: "Indeed, there will inevitably be immortals coming one after another within ten days of the township test, sunspot, you should be careful, don't go out again." ”

"Thank you Wu Niang for reminding me."

She stooped down to count the herbs, her half-concealed clothes revealing a large expanse of snow white, but no amount of gouache could hide the corpse spots.

Li Mo pretended to look towards Xinghualou and saw more than a dozen Oiran wiping their skin.

The flower buildings in the mortal world rely on the Oiran to maintain their bodies by themselves, and they are also under the age of thirty, and they are more or less rotten.

The old bustard couldn't help but complain: "There is no doctor in the township test, and the girl in Xinghualou is probably full of decay." ”

They mainly use herbs to forcibly heal the skin, and the disadvantage is that death and illness will only intensify in the body.

But no one cares, death is a stubborn disease that can't be avoided.

"Wu Niang, I have rough medical skills, why don't you let me try?"

"What? Oh~~"

The old bustard was a little surprised, but when he saw Li Mo looking at his early twenties, he couldn't help but show the expression of a passerby, and then beckoned.

"Come in and have a look, don't make too much noise, there are immortals in the private room upstairs."

Li Mo followed behind the old bustard, and as soon as he entered the Xinghua Building, he was surrounded by Yingying Yanyan, and his mouth was full of some inexplicable jokes.

He quietly looked around.

Sure enough, there is no mistake, Hualou is one of the few places where many infant demon cultivators have not interfered, perhaps because the wine and meat business is easy to be seen through.

The Oiran came over one after another and looked at Li Mo with a cold face.

There is a bold Oiran who has already put Qianqian's thin hand on Li Mo's shoulder, and the smell of corpse makes Li Mozhi frown.

"Little brother, I heard that you have the ability to ask for a doctor, why don't you help my sister ......"

Li Mo grabbed the bloodless arm on his shoulder, and pulled out a piece of silk from his arms under the stunned gaze of everyone.

The silver needle was attached to the silk, and the wound on the arm was stitched up in just a few breaths.

Due to the subtlety of the silk, there are almost no traces of stitching, and Li Mo's craftsmanship is simply divine in their eyes.

The old bustard opened his mouth wide, "Kuroko, what kind of medical skills are you?" ”

She recalled that there were indeed rumors in the morning market that Li Mo's medical skills were good, but few people could see the latter show his hand.

"It's passed down from home, Wu Niang, if you think it's suitable, I'll help you sew it for free."

"There's Mr. Lao Li."

The old bustard said respectfully, the doctor's status in Qingzhen is not low, and she feels that with Li Mo's age, she will come out sooner or later.

Yingying Yanyan became more enthusiastic, and Li Mo skillfully stitched up the wound.

He was busy until late at night before stopping, and after thanking the oiran, he went back to the wing room to rest, and before leaving, he secretly sent autumn waves to Li Mo.

During this period, there was constant movement on the second floor, apparently from the immortal in the mouth of the old bustard.

The old bustard waited for a long time, and he was just over forty years old, and he still retained the habit of sleeping, and couldn't help but yawn again and again.

"Thank you, sir, if you don't mind, I'll give you another thank you gift."

"Wu Niang, I'll go first, don't send me."

"I ......"

Li Mo walked out of the lobby quickly, and the old bustard didn't get up when he saw this.

Anyway, it is close to the township test, and there is not even a ghost on the street, even if the side door is wide open, presumably no villain dares to come to the door.

"Real people don't show their faces."

The old bustard shook his head slightly, turned around and walked into the wing of the inner room.

As everyone knows, as soon as she left with her front feet, Li Mo quietly turned back to the lobby and walked lightly towards the second floor of Xinghua Building.

The only room that was lit up could be heard faintly expletive.

Li Mo pushed open the door without hesitation.

What caught my eye was that a man of loose cultivation was sitting on the edge of the bed, muttering to himself with a slurred mouth, and the Oiran behind him had passed out.

"You're Wu Wei, right?"

"Hmm."

Li Mo's expression was not surprised, and before the man could speak, he stepped forward and directly twisted the other party's neck.

The man's face was full of astonishment, there was obviously no tongue in his wide open mouth, and his eyes stared at Li Mo incredulously before he died.

"You ......"

The last thing he saw was that a blood-red intestine stretched out of Li Mo's palm, dragging him directly into the closed furnace.

After the final Dao species was merged into the mayfly's dream, it was even more concealed to exert its supernatural powers.

The man soon turned to ashes, leaving only the robes and ornaments he wore before his death, which were all some unqualified magic weapon embryos.

"It turns out that Qingzhen's scattered cultivation was really a member of the Sword Tongue Sect."

Li Mo had come into contact with Sanxiu four years earlier, and found that they generally did not have tongues, so he realized that Sanxiu was also from the Sword Tongue Sect.

He took out the storage bag of the loose repair, found a few letters from home that had never been sent, and speculated from the one-sided information.

After the Sword Tongue Sect passed the township examination to select scholars, it did not directly become an outer disciple, but a miscellaneous disciple for a period of time.

If the cultivation of the miscellaneous disciples is not allowed to be saved, they will be demoted from the Immortal Sect.

Most of the miscellaneous disciples were not willing to accept the status quo and chose to leave the scope of the Sword Tongue Sect and go to the outside world to find opportunities for promotion to the foundation building period.

Although Wu Wei did not give up his cultivation, he was nearly fifty years old and only had the second layer of the Qi cultivation period.

He was greedy for the prosperity of Hongchen, and at the same time he was afraid of the danger of the immortal cultivation world, so he simply stayed in Qingzhen and spent his days drinking.

It can also be seen from this that it is very difficult for casual cultivators to find a way out.

In Wu Wei's storage bag, there was also a skull-shaped jade slip from the jackdaw, who asked Wu Wei to sit in the east examination room during the township examination, and he would be rewarded with ten lower grade spirit stones afterwards.

"If you impostor Wu Wei, it's foolproof."

Wu Wei's importance in the township test is not high, he will not attract the attention of Yuanying Demon Cultivator, and he will not get the attention of the disciples of the Sword Tongue Sect.

The east examination room is far away from the Land Temple, and you can wait and see what happens.

Li Mo also analyzed the exercises before Wu Jian [Xiyue Eight Sword Post] through the corpse, but only the content of the total horn period.

He was naturally very interested in the system of sword cultivation, but the Xiyue Eight Sword Posts lacked the key method of condensing the natal flying sword, and only the content of carrying the aura was left, and the reference was of little significance.

So much so that after the primordial Dao seed was digested, no waves were born at all.

"It's a pity, if you know how to refine the Natal Flying Sword, maybe you can perfect the Great Cancer."

Li Mo secretly urged the roe deer owl to swallow his body, and his flesh and bones began to wriggle.

His figure gradually moved closer to the man, and a simple operation made his facial features similar, and finally put on the robe as it was.

Li Mo's tongue also shrunk because of the roe deer owl's devouring body.

The changes in appearance are all temporary, just to be more in line with the identity of the sword cultivator.

Immediately afterwards, Li Mo controlled the Blood Hidden Soul to loosen a trace of the restraint on the two middle dantians, and the two spiritual powers gushed out, and after fusing with each other, they imitated the spiritual power of the Iron Hill of Wu Weijin's earth.

"Whew."

The cancer then grows in the heart, and a sarcoma the size of an eyeball grows a moment later.

The sarcoma is hollow, and Li Mo stores the spiritual power of the golden soil in it, and it is not a big problem to use it as a middle dantian temporarily.

"Fortunately, Wu Wei is not in the Qi training period, and it will be difficult to change to the foundation building period, and if there is a lot of spiritual power to imitate, it will definitely be easy to get out of control."

Li Mo pondered for a few breaths, and his whole body exuded the faint spiritual power of the second layer of the Qi cultivation period, which was no different from Wu Wei, whom he had secretly observed many times.

There are a total of five loose cultivators in Qingzhen, and Wu Wei is the most taciturn.

Li Mo secretly observed that on weekdays, Wu Wei traveled alone even when he went to Hualou, and rarely responded when he met a fellow Taoist.

Wu Wei is the most suitable candidate to replace.

"You have to be prepared for a fight."

Yuanying Demon Cultivator is doing things, Li Mo will inevitably be affected, Wu Wei should not have made a move in Qingzhen for decades, and it is not difficult to fool the past.

Li Mo rummaged through the storage bag, which was full of women's underwear, and even saw two soaked women's heads, and finally noticed the flying sword in front of Wu Jian in the wooden box.

The flying sword is not a natal magic weapon, but an ordinary three-refining lower grade magic weapon, which looks like a sharpened leg bone.

Li Mo really didn't look down on the flying sword, and he didn't even bother to refine it.

With a little finger, the cancer cells burrowed into the flying sword of the leg bone, and soon the cancer cells were all over the inside and outside of the magic weapon, and thin blood streaks grew.

"Receive."

Li Mo learned from Wu Wei, and after the leg bone flying sword fell into the wooden box, he carried it on his back casually.

Who dares to say that I am not a sword cultivator?

(End of chapter)