The mountains, like an ancient beast, crouched on a remote island.

The scorching sun was scorching the earth, and a wave of heat was visible to the naked eye on the ground.

At a glance, there are some houses scattered at the foot of the mountain, but these houses are made of trees and stones, which look extremely simple.

In front of the house, you can see patches of orange-yellow rice fields everywhere, perhaps because the moisture is not good, and many of the rice are a little shriveled.

At this time, there are many mountain people in the rice fields who are lying on their backs, picking plump grains from the shriveled rice in the rice fields, and then picking them one by one and putting them in the bamboo baskets behind them.

Behind each mountain dweller is a bamboo basket, which looks very small, but it is like a bottomless pit, as if he has always pretended to be dissatisfied.

And in the corner of this rice field, a young man was there with his eyes wide open and selecting rice, because of the excessive force, the rice fell to the ground, and the strange thing is that the grains that fell from the rice field magically disappeared in place.

An old man with a long beard with gray hair next to him couldn't help but shake his head and began to patiently teach how to pick these grains.

The young man was very clever and quickly mastered the secret of picking.

Looking at those bamboo baskets, the young man couldn't help but ask:

"Grandpa Mo, these bamboo baskets look amazing, why are you always dissatisfied!"

"Haha, you came from that distant mountain, naturally you don't know. This is called a spirit basket, which was specially made by the immortal master and handed over to our Mojia Village, since it is an immortal master's thing, it is naturally amazing. ”

The old man stroked his beard and looked at the young man and explained.

This long-bearded old man's name is Mo Zhaoyong, a native of Mojia Village, who has lived on this colored stone island for more than sixty years, but when he mentioned "Immortal Master", there was a trace of unnaturalness on his face.

The young man in front of him, who looked a little stupid, was discovered by Old Man Mo when he was collecting medicine in the mountains three months ago.

When he first discovered this young man, he also frightened Old Man Mo.

At that time, the man was crushed by a large pile of rocks, his whole body was covered in blood, and his eyes were closed as if he was not breathing.

If it weren't for Old Man Mo's ability to use some simple methods of looking at qi, I'm afraid he would also treat the young man as a "corpse".

As a result, when he found that there was a breath on this "corpse", it took a lot of effort for Old Man Mo to pull him out, and then brought him home.

There are always some old medicinal materials that nourish qi and blood in the deep mountains and forests, and the mountain range behind Mojia Village is naturally no exception, under the feeding and care of the old man and his granddaughter, the young man is also slowly waking up.

The young man who was picked up was Cui Ning who inspired the "removal order".

Hearing the old man's explanation, Cui Ning's eyes also showed a hint of joy, but it quickly disappeared, and the nagging old man Mo next to him naturally didn't notice it.

Since there are items left by the immortal master, there are naturally immortal masters, and it seems that this is not the kind of wild place.

Thinking of this, Cui Ning's eyes flashed again to the scene that inspired the "Removal Order" that day:

"My head hurts!" This was Cui Ning's first feeling after using the Removal Order.

For the first time since he had cultivated the Brute Extreme Golden Body Technique, he felt pain.

When he began to teleport under the white light curtain, he only felt a huge pressure suddenly appear around the white expanse, but fortunately, the pale cyan light shield emitted by the transfer order in his hand protected his body and made him feel less and less stressed.

However, the remaining bit of spiritual power in his body also began to be frantically injected into the token.

I don't know how long it took, the token in his hand stopped absorbing spiritual power, and then the white light dissipated, and he appeared in a mountain forest.

At this time, he had no spiritual power in his body, and he smashed directly to the ground with a stumble, and even the "Dragon Transformation Pill" that had been carefully wrapped before also slipped directly into his body because of the disappearance of spiritual power, and continued to exert medicinal effects.

"It really hurts!" This was all that came to Cui Ning's mind before he fell unconscious.

Thinking of the pain caused by the "Dragon Pill", Cui Ning couldn't help but tremble a little. He still underestimated the elixir refined by those demon clan masters, and the medicinal effect of this "Dragon Transformation Pill" was basically ten times that of the Spirit Liquid made by Dragon Turning Grass.

If it weren't for the kind-hearted Uncle Mo who fed him his body, qi and blood with his treasured ancient medicine, I'm afraid he would still be in a coma.

Under the dual effects of the "Removal Order" and the "Transformation Dragon Pill", Cui Ning currently has no spiritual power in his body, so there is no way to open or enter the storage bag, storage bracelet or Qiankun Cave Mansion.

And to solve the predicament of the body, you can only devour those heaven and earth spirit materials, demon beasts or spirit pills that contain the power of qi and blood.

However, Cui Ning didn't get anything in this village, and it wasn't until today that he came to help pick rice together that he found a clue.

Although he didn't have spiritual sense, Cui Ning could still feel the abnormality of the bamboo baskets on his body, so he asked the old man to speak.

Cui Ning is not stupid, since these so-called "spirit baskets" are made by immortal masters, then the rice that is used as a costume must also be needed by immortal masters, otherwise these utensils will never be made for these mountain people.

And Cui Ning also found that those "spirit baskets" would be solemnly placed in the lobby of the house the rest of the time, except for the rice. So after seeing the miraculous disappearance of these rices, Cui Ning also took the opportunity to inquire with Old Man Mo.

"These are not ordinary rice, they are all spiritual rice containing immortal power!"

Old Man Mo's explanation can be regarded as a complete solution to Cui Ning's doubts.

"Sure enough, these rice are not mortal, they contain immortal power, it is estimated that it is spiritual power! It seems that this island should be the resource island of immortal cultivators! Cui Ning quickly made a rough guess about the situation on the island.

In the subsequent chat, he also learned why there were almost no teenagers on the island.

It turned out that decades ago, the immortal master from Xiandao began to take away the nine-year-old boys and girls from Mojia Village, and they were called disciples of the immortal master.

Cui Ning naturally scoffed at this, the boys and girls who were taken away were nothing more than a few situations, those who had spiritual roots were taken to cultivate, and those without spiritual roots must be coolies or auctioned off to become maidservants, just like the Fu family on Xunfeng Island.

Only these mountain people have been happy to plant "spiritual rice" for the "immortal family".

Just when Cui Ning was chatting with the old man Namo.

There was an exclamation in the mountains in the distance, and then a thin girl was seen running down the hill with all her might.

This is a girl of about eight or nine years old, wearing an ordinary shirt made of nettle cloth, but with a pair of black smart eyes, the whole person looks very fresh and refined.

At this moment, the girl was still clutching a grass-root-like thing in her left hand, and then ran forward without looking back.

Bean-sized beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, face, and neck.

She casually wiped the sweat from her face with her other hand, a hint of fear flashed in her black eyes, but her steps did not stop in the slightest.

"Roar!"

At this moment, a beast roar suddenly came from the depths of the mountain forest behind, which frightened the girl and made her speed faster.

"It's not good, it's that bear blind in the mountains!"

Old man Mo, who was still chatting with Cui Ning, heard the beast roar, his face turned pale, his body trembled, and he said tremblingly.

Then he picked up the scythe at his side and ran anxiously in the direction of the girl.

That girl was Old Man Mo's own granddaughter, Mo Xiaoling, who was only eight and a half years old.

Sure enough, with the sound of heavy hammer drum-like footsteps, a mountain bear with a huge body walked out of the mountain forest.

There was another roar, which frightened many mountain people into a panic and ran away to hide, leaving only Old Man Mo and his granddaughter Mo Xiaoling in the entire rice field, as well as Cui Ning, the only young man.

When the bear appeared, it stared at the girl fiercely with its only eye, as if it had a deep hatred.

Sensing that there was no threat to it among the mountain people, the blind bear spread its limbs and continued to chase after the girl.

At this moment, Old Man Mo had already protected the girl behind him, but he was already old and a girl, and he couldn't outrun this mountain beast at all, so he could only pretend to be calm and pick up the sickle in his hand and wave it towards the approaching mountain bear.

The mountain bear had already seen that the old man in front of him was at the end of his rope, and his face showed an anthropomorphic mockery, and then he roared, stood up, and waved one palm at the old man.

The mountain dwellers who had watched from a distance seemed to anticipate what was to come, and some had even closed their eyes.

But just as the blind bear's palm was about to fall, something unexpected happened.

Just listen to the "bang"!

The claws of the mountain bear, which was about to go on a killing spree, were held in the air by a hand.

The mountain bear opened its mouth and bit at the owner of the hand, but a fist suddenly appeared and hammered directly into the blind bear's face.

"Boom!"

This huge mountain bear was smashed out and flew away, landed in the rice field, and crushed a large piece of spiritual rice. And the mountain bear's face is already blurred with flesh and blood at this moment, and the wail of "woo" keeps coming out of its mouth, and it seems that it can't survive.

The owner of that big hand turned out to be the young Cui Ning, who looked extremely thin and a little stupid.

This dramatic scene shocked Old Man Mo and the girl hiding behind him, as well as the mountain people of the entire Mojia Village.

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