Mo Ci still didn't practice in the end.

She had read all the evil techniques that could improve her cultivation, either the cultivation conditions were harsh, or she needed to kill people and let her blood.

None of them fit.

Mo Ci told himself this and walked back to the house.

The room was silent, and Ding Min and the three of them had already fallen asleep.

For the first time, Mo Ci did not vomit cross-legged, but lay down and looked at the roof with his eyes open, trying to find a way to solve it.

Time passes.

The darkness outside the window gradually dissipated.

A ray of light pierced the sky, splitting the haze that shrouded Mo Ci's head.

Mo Ci sat up suddenly, his face could not hide his excitement.

It's her thinking wrong!

Whoever said that cultivating evil arts must be sacrificed by people, she can try to use wild beasts or spirit beasts instead.

And there is only one place in the front mountain where it is easiest to come into contact with wild beasts.

Mo Ci clenched his palms, and his eyes showed a look of inevitability.

……

Ding Min has been a little restless these days.

In her spare time, she would think of Mo Ci's words that day.

She said that the stall owner would die within a month.

Ding Min didn't believe it, and began to pay attention to the stall owner's movements.

The stall owner's name is Zheng Yuan, and he started a year later than her.

The news that Zheng Yuan has two medium-grade spirit stones in his hands has already spread widely, and he must be hugging each other whenever he travels, and it is extremely lively.

Seeing this, Ding Min felt a little relieved.

No one dared to attack Zheng Yuan under the attention of so many people.

Mo Ci was wrong.

After coming to this conclusion, Ding Min was inexplicably complacent, and wanted to find an opportunity to explain the situation to Mo Ci.

Only then did she realize that Mo Ci had been elusive during this time, and she could barely see a human figure.

She didn't seem to have spoken to Mo Ci for days.

Ding Min was shocked, feeling that he was too slack during this time, and he forgot to contact Mo Ci.

Just when Ding Min made up his mind to say a few words to Mo Ci at night no matter what, the news of Zheng Yuan's death came.

He was found dead in his house.

Three of his roommates were not spared.

The murderer is missing, and no trace has been left at the scene.

The scorching sun was in the sky, but Ding Min felt cold all over, and the endless fear made it difficult for her to breathe.

She had also seen a lot of dark things after entering the Qingyun Sect, and she thought that she had understood human nature enough.

However, Zheng Yuan's death ruthlessly shattered her illusions.

Ding Min returned to the house in a daze, and waited until he couldn't see his five fingers, and then waited for Mo Ci to come back.

"Senior Sister Mo."

Ding Min spoke in a difficult voice.

Mo Ci looked at her calmly.

Mo Ci didn't know what was going on, but Ding Min obviously had something to say to her.

She was in the right mood at this point, and she didn't mind wasting time listening to what she had to say.

"Zheng Yuan is dead." After Ding Min finished speaking, seeing that Mo Ci did not react, he added, "It was the stall owner that day, he died." ”

Mo Ci nodded, his expression not fluctuating in the slightest.

Ding Min was a little broken, her eyes were red, "Why did he die?" He didn't deserve to die! ”

Ding Min's sadness was not a lie, but Mo Ci felt absurd.

"Why didn't he die? He is only the third layer of qi refining, but he is holding two medium-grade spirit stones in his hands, which is tantamount to a child holding gold through the city. ”

The world of cultivators is far more cruel than the mundane.

The weak eat the strong, kill people and seize treasures, and the strong get to live in it.

Mo Ci has never been afraid to speculate on them with the worst malice.

"But, but, Senior Sister Shen has obviously put down her words, aren't they afraid of offending Senior Sister Shen?"

"Heh, do you really think that just a few words from Shen Yunge can protect Zheng Yuan?"

Ding Min stammered: "Isn't it? ”

"Do you think that the people of Qingyun Sect are all righteous men and gentlemen with high winds and bright festivals?" Mo Ci sneered, "What's more, what Shen Yunge said that day was that if someone dared to snatch the spirit stone, he would go to the back mountain to find her to call the shots." But she didn't say what to do if the bitter master died. ”

Chop the grass and eradicate the roots.

The murderer will not give Zheng Yuan a chance to sue.

Shen Yunge's words did not protect Zheng Yuan, but instead sent him to death.

"How so? How so? Ding Min hung his head and muttered to himself.

The corners of Mo Ci's lips flared with a touch of coldness.

Why is it impossible?

She had an entanglement with Shen Yunge that day because of Bixin Grass, and Shen Yunge didn't just say some high-sounding words, showing his kindness and generosity in front of his senior brothers.

However, in the end, the Bixin grass was robbed, and it was Mo Ci who almost died.

Yes, Shen Yunge is kind.

Her kindness is like a flower growing among thorns, so beautiful that it brings scars to the people around her.

Mo Ci would rather Shen Yunge's kindness be hypocrisy.

At least that wouldn't make her feel that the Lady of Luck chosen by Heavenly Dao was nothing more than that.

Ding Min was still in a daze, Mo Ci entered the house, simply packed up his things, and then put them all in the baggage, and left with the baggage.

Ding Min hurriedly stopped her, "Senior Sister Mo, where are you going so late?" ”

Mo Ci turned to look at her, "I was transferred to Wugutang, and I won't be in the chores from tomorrow." ”

Ding Min looked surprised.

Wugutang is a rare and good place in the eyes of miscellaneous disciples.

Although the daily affairs are tedious, there is a chance to be able to contact the inner disciples, and if you are lucky enough to be favored by any elder real person, you can ascend to the sky in one step and be directly promoted to the inner disciples.

Ding Min couldn't think of just a few days of hard work, and Mo Ci quietly found a good job.

A flash of jealousy flashed in her eyes, and she quickly covered it up.

She looked at Mo Ci expectantly, "Then can I still go to Wugu Hall to find Senior Sister Mo in the future?" ”

"Better not, I don't have time."

Mo Ci really didn't have time.

She took the most tiring and most tired words from the Wugu Hall, and also took all the spirit beads she had accumulated over the years to take care of them, so that she had the opportunity to enter the Wugu Hall.

For a long time to come, she would spend a long time adapting to life in Wugutang and trying to refine her aura cultivation.

The smile on Ding Min's face could barely be maintained, "In this way, then I wish Senior Sister Mo smooth sailing and get what she wants." ”

"Thank you."

The words fell, and Mo Ci's figure disappeared into the boundless night.

Ding Min stood in place, his eyes dark.

……

"Mo Ci! Come, chop up the firewood here! ”

"Mo Ci, there's no water, go fetch water!"

"Mo Ci, the food box is not enough, bring some more!"

“……”

For several days in a row, Mo Ci spent countless chores, so busy that his feet did not touch the ground, and even the fixed daily time for meditation and vomiting was greatly reduced.

The people of Wugutang did not treat Mo Ci preferentially because she was young and short, and gave her the dirtiest and most tiring work.

Mo Ci had been prepared for this.

No matter how heavy the work was assigned to her, she would not complain, she was diligent every day, and gradually, the whole of Wugutang also accepted her, and she had more and more rest time every day.

In the second month of Wugutang, she tried to get closer to the back kitchen.

In the third month, she was finally able to step into the kitchen without arousing anyone's suspicion.