Chen Mo made a rough estimate of the number of disciples in the Ethereal Pavilion.

Just one outer sect should have no less than 10,000 disciples. In addition to this, there are also Inner Gate, Merit Hall, Torture Hall and Feixin Hall. The number of monks from the sect's departments will not be less than that of the outer sect.

After such an estimate, the total number of disciples in the Ethereal Pavilion should be more than 20,000. With so many monks, the amount of pills consumed every day is absolutely staggering, and the monthly expenditure is also a terrifying figure.

But no matter how much pressure on the Xianmen is, it will not send the idea to the outside of the Sifang City. Even if those fifteen acres of spiritual field can really produce six hundred catties of spiritual grass, this amount can be described as a drop in the bucket for the consumption of the entire Immortal Sect, and it is negligible.

Not to mention that there were four outer gate monks who died outside the Sifang City before.

Chen Mo always felt that the cultivation of that spiritual field still had some kind of secret that he didn't know.

His intuition told him that this secret was most likely the cause of death of the four outer monks and the seven miscellaneous disciples.

In this regard, Chen Mo can't be cautious, and he has to be cautious.

Staying away from the gaze of Ren Jie's people, avoiding the cold arrow poison dagger in the secret, not letting himself be under the scrutiny of too many monks, and quietly growing and developing himself was Chen Mo's original intention in choosing the spiritual field mission of Sifang City.

But that doesn't mean that he is like a stunned young man, who doesn't care about anything, runs straight to sprinkle all the grass seeds in the storage bag, and then waits for the harvest.

If he really wanted to do that, Chen Mo suspected that he would not live to the day of harvest.

No, you have to ask someone.

After all, Chen Mo's foundation was too shallow, and when he decided to go to someone to inquire about the news, he also fell into hesitation for a while. Understanding the situation is not so easy.

There are many immortal cultivation families in Sifang City, and they are also inextricably linked with the immortal gate, in case the person he asks is exactly Ren Jie's side.

Ji Xiaodrunk told himself in detail about the distribution of forces in the outer gate. Elder of the outer gate, it is a big tripod that stands up to the sky and the earth. If you ask the wrong person, not only will you not get the exact news, but it will be a small matter if you are deceived by others, in case the other party digs a pit again, at that time, you really can't even find a place to cry.

Just when Chen Mo was looking forward and backward, Huang Dongming bought something and came back.

"Senior Brother Chen," Huang Dongming took out Qingyuan Dan and Bigu Dan from the storage bag.

"You take these for cultivation," Chen Mo did not hesitate to distribute one-third of the pill to Huang Dongming.

Huang Dongming waved his hand again and again, and there were more tears in his eyes, "Senior Brother Chen, I really can't ask for it." ”

"If you take it, you can take it, and you will have to do things for me later. Wouldn't it be better to share the pressure for me if I raised the realm? Chen Mo patted Huang Dongming's shoulder.

Huang Dongming's lips trembled, where could he still say half a word. Full of emotion, his heart was completely filled.

"Senior Brother Chen, you can give me the task," it took a long time for Huang Dongming to calm down and say with a firm gaze.

"There's no hurry. By the way, did you buy the fishing rod back? Chen Mo asked.

"I bought it, but I took a little more detour to the fishing rod, and finally bought it in Wanbao Zhai, or I would have come back sooner," Huang Dongming replied.

Manpajai?

Chen Mo's heart moved. yes, how did he forget about it.

"You go back to your room to practice first, and I'll go out. There are some things, I'll talk about them when I come back," Chen Mo said.

"Yes," Huang Dongming replied without the slightest bit of mud.

When Chen Mo appeared in front of Wanbao's door, the guy recognized him at a glance.

"Why are you here again?" The guy asked Chen Mo angrily.

This kid has a lot of ghosts.

"Please pass on your shopkeeper for me, saying that Chen Mo asked to see, "Since Yan Ji can let the guy sell the spirit net to him at a low price, it is obvious that Yan Ji is the shopkeeper of Wanbao Zhai."

"Who are you, our shopkeeper, do you say you can see it?" There were no other customers in the store, but the guy was unwilling to deal with Chen Mo, sitting behind the counter without moving, and rolled his eyes at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo was a little annoyed, and was about to reason with this kid for a few words, when an old man slowly walked down from the upper floor, "The little old man is the shopkeeper, I don't know what Immortal Master Chen has to say?" ”

As he spoke, the old shopkeeper's cloudy eyes fell on Chen Mo's face.

Without waiting for Chen Mo to speak, a soft and glutinous voice reached the ears of the old shopkeeper.

"Don't make a fuss, bring him up."

The old shopkeeper suddenly owed to Chen Mo, "Immortal Master Chen, please upstairs." ”

"Thank you," Chen Mo's mind turned sharply, and he immediately reacted. Yan Ji's identity is even more noble than he imagined.

The guy in the hall downstairs looked blankly at Chen Mo, who was taken upstairs by the old shopkeeper, and for a while he really couldn't understand why this poor boy was so courteous.

Opening the prohibition at the door of the room, Chen Mo saw at a glance Yan Ji half-lying there on the incense couch in the room, the familiar red skirt, the tulle covering her face, the slender waist, the side-lying posture more and more set off her body line undulations, behind the S-shaped curve is a slightly bulging hill, a pair of jade legs under the skirt are dazzlingly white, and a pair of jade feet that appear outside are arch-shaped, and the size can be grasped.

"Look around, be careful of your eyeballs," Yan Ji's voice sounded coldly, and she sat up with her, although it was through the tulle, Chen Mo could still feel that she was watching her.

"I've all entered the outer gate, how can I still have time to come to Sifang City?"

Chen Mo replied a little stiffly: "Sister Yan, I received a task outside the Sifang City. ”

"Got a mission outside the Quartet? Isn't it more convenient to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the Immortal Gate and buy pills for cultivation? Did you become stupid after entering the outer door? Don't you know how to make trade-offs? Yan Ji asked angrily.

People tried every possible way to enter the Xianmen, but you were good, but after entering the Xianmen, you actually ran out again.

"Sister Yan, it is precisely because of the word "willingness" that I came out." Chen Mo didn't tell Yan Ji about the intricacies in the Ethereal Pavilion. Because he can't be sure of Yanji's true identity.

It's not good if you touch the moldy head.

It's like just looking at her a few times.

"Will, got?" Yan Ji read these two words softly, and suddenly smiled, "You can see it." Entering the outer gate, Zhuang Beidao didn't deliberately embarrass you, right? ”

Yan Ji mentioned the name of Zhuang Beidao, which reminded Chen Mo of Zhuang Beidao's strange behavior that day, such as slapping Lu Qingming and blocking Huo Cheng, who was determined to win, from coming to challenge. It is said that Zhuang Beidao is the manager of the Herbal Medicine Division, and the relationship with the Lingtian Division is opposite, in the matter of becoming an outer disciple, it is not bad if he does not cause trouble, there is no need to take such care of himself.

Now that Chen Mo thought about it for a while, he roughly understood the reason.

"It turned out that Sister Yan helped me behind my back, I was really stupid, and I didn't react until now," Chen Mo felt a warm current in his heart.

"It's just a little thing to do casually and boringly," Yan Ji waved her hand.

[Thank you, book friend 56511118 for the monthly pass and tip.] White Horse has written books for many years and has published physical books, although he has never been popular, but he has never finished a book. The book "Doomsday Survival Rules" ends with the editor's intentions. More than two million words, nearly two years of hard work. After saying that, it's done, and it's false to say that it's not heartache.

This book is written about cultivating immortal officialdom. There is killing, and it is more about the strategy of power and the study of thick black.

Thank you for your thoughts. I'll do my best. 】