killed Jia Heng and Chen San, Chen Mo was not as calm as he appeared. Until now, his heart was pounding. Two lives, just like that, they were lost by themselves.

Of course, Chen Mo also knew that if he didn't kill Jia Heng and Chen San, his fate would definitely not be much better. He was originally extremely good at observing words and feelings, and when Jia Heng talked about the falling flowers and streams in Qiwu Mountain, the light in his triangular eyes flickered, and Chen Mo could see that this guy didn't hold back a good fart.

After figuring out that the other party had bad intentions, Chen Mo naturally had to strike first. Facing Jia Heng, Chen Mo didn't dare to make a casual move. The other party is the second phase of qi training, and he is the first phase of qi training, not to mention that there is Chen San, a martial arts master, outside, one against two, Chen Mo thinks that he is not an opponent. The light is not good, only the dark is coming.

rashly took out the wine and invited Jia Heng to drink, Jia Heng naturally wouldn't drink it. Not to mention monks, even ordinary people in the rivers and lakes cannot easily eat other people's food and drink other people's drinks outside. Chen Mo had been prepared long before he set off, and the drunkenness he had learned from the prison prisoners came in handy.

It doesn't matter if you don't drink alcohol, as long as you get your hands on the flask, the toxicity will spread. Chen Mo himself took the antidote the moment he sent out the wine jug.

As for Chen San, he is even more looking for death. Jia Heng was poisoned just by holding the wine jug, and Chen San actually drank the wine in the jug.

The reason why he didn't kill the driver was that Chen Mo felt that the other party could not pose a threat to him. He didn't want to kill innocents. If he knew that the coachman was originally a loyal servant of Jia Heng's family, and when Jia Heng went to Qiwu Mountain the first two times, he was also driving, Chen Mo might have been another choice.

Chen Mo calmed down, took off the package behind him, took out some dry food to eat, and drank some water. Once again, I sorted out the contents of the package. Sweat medicine, anesthetic, drunk, seven steps to death, each medicine has a small jar, this is not counting the medicine that Chen Mo put in the wine.

Chen Mo knew better than a mirror in his heart, this trip to Wushan, if he didn't get it right, he would throw his life there. In terms of martial arts, he can barely be regarded as a good hand in the rivers and lakes, but he is not a master. In terms of cultivating immortals, he is only the first stage of Qi cultivation, and in the words of the old madman, he is an ant-like existence.

Since the old madman can let him try his luck at Qiwu Mountain, others can also try his luck at Qiwu Mountain. Chen Mo doesn't think that there are too many secrets that can be hidden in this world, the old madman knows Qiwu Mountain, it doesn't mean that others don't know Qiwu Mountain.

The sun was setting, and the dappled light flickered in the woods. Chen Mo didn't delay, he walked out of the woods and continued to march forward. At nightfall, he set out on the mountain path. Along the way, he also met groups of people standing on the stones to rest, and when they saw Chen Mo alone, they stopped chatting and looked at this medium-sized young man with beautiful eyebrows with their eyes.

Chen Mo ignored this and continued to climb the mountain. Someone in the back said in a mocking tone, "I have only practiced qi for a while, and I dare to be alone", and there was a little more disdain in the words.

The steeper the mountain becomes, and the Qiwu Mountain under the starlight is like a giant standing high there, overlooking the people at the foot of the mountain, and there is no road to go forward. Looking around, there are already a lot of tents stretched, and there are still many people chatting, a cursory look, there are no less than sixty or seventy people who rushed to Qiwu Mountain, thinking that there are still many people behind him who are coming, Chen Mo sighed secretly, and he doesn't know how many thunder stones will fall on Qiwu Mountain after a thunderstorm, just by virtue of the people here, they can also imagine the cruelty of competing for thunder stones next.

Chen Mo chose a distance not far from the tent and sat down. In the darkness, he did not dare to go to a secluded place. Jia Heng can move his mind crookedly, and he can't guarantee that there are other people here who have the same thoughts. On the contrary, a place with a lot of people is relatively safe, and when there are more people, there are more ideas. If you really want to be forced by others, others will naturally intervene if they don't get benefits.

Chen Mo took out the dry food and put it in his mouth, and suddenly heard that someone was looking at him not far away. The man looked at Chen Mo chewing dry food in his mouth, and couldn't help but approach Chen Mo's side.

Chen Mo glanced at the man alertly, and under the starlight, he noticed that the other party was the same age as himself, with a round face, slightly taller than himself, but he looked very thin. When the other party took a few steps closer, Chen Mo's heart was full of joy, and the person who came over was in the third phase of Qi training.

"Forgot to bring something to eat? Come and eat together," Chen Mo invited. It was hot, and the boy was wearing a gray robe, with large holes in several places. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as ragged.

"Me, you invite me?" The boy was surprised.

"That's right, when you're out and about, who doesn't have a hurry," Chen Mo's face was full of smiles, but he was careful in his heart. Jia Heng's fireball technique almost cost him his life, and now this young man is practicing qi in the third phase, if he wants to release the fireball technique, he may not be able to dodge it.

"I, I may not have the opportunity to invite you in the future," the round-faced young man said, but he couldn't stop and still walked towards Chen Mo's side.

"Everyone is out of the house, what is there to pay back," Chen Mo relaxed his vigilance when he heard the round-faced young man say this. People who can talk like this are very good by nature, and no matter how bad they are, they can be as bad as they can be.

Taking the dry food handed over by Chen Mo, the round-faced young man thanked him and ate it in small bites.

"Some water, or some wine?" Chen Mo asked with a smile.

"Water," the round-faced boy ate not slowly, and in a blink of an eye, he ate the two flatbreads clean.

Chen Mo handed over a kettle, took out two more flatbreads and sent them over.

The round-faced young man drank a few sips of water, but he didn't ask for any more flatbread, "I haven't Bigu yet, so I can make you laugh." ”

"Bigu?" Chen Mo was stunned, "What ass?" ”

The round-faced young man sat down and said in a low voice, "You have been practicing Qi for the first time, don't you know Bigu?" Worldly food, stir-fried, fried, and eaten is not good for our spiritual practice. So if you can, you won't eat it. ”

Chen Mo was stunned, "Wouldn't you starve to death if you don't eat?" Chen Mo thought that this kid was afraid that he was not talking nonsense, and after eating his two big cakes, he was afraid that he would have to pay them back, so he came up with such a statement.

"Hunger doesn't die. At the beginning of Qi training, eating Bigu Dan will keep you from being hungry. When the cultivation is successful, the desire for the tongue will naturally be gone," the round-faced young man saw that Chen Mo really didn't understand, and explained.

I see.

Chen Mo smiled, "You know so much." By the way, my name is Chen Mo, and I haven't asked you for your name. ”

"My name is Lu Qingming. This is all common sense, even if I don't tell you today, you will soon hear what others say," Lu Qingming replied.

Chen Mo suddenly asked: "Brother Lu, I heard that the things in the storage bag can't be taken out if they don't put it in by themselves, is there such a thing?" ”

"Who said that? If the storage bag is not branded as the owner, with the help of the object technique, it can easily put items in, and you can take it if you want," Lu Qingming glanced at Chen Mo's waist suspiciously.

There was nothing there.

"Objecting? It's difficult," Chen Mo asked again. He thought that the other party owed him a meal, and taught him the art of receptivity, which can be regarded as a flattening.

"There's nothing difficult about the photography technique, but it's just two formulas, I'll teach you," Lu Qingming responded, and then taught Chen Mo the two formulas.

Chen Mo was overjoyed. He never expected that his two flatbreads could be traded for such a harvest, which was really beneficial.

However, Lu Qingming's next words scared Chen Mo.

"You shouldn't have killed people and taken someone's storage bag, right?"