Fishy.

This was Mo Ci's first feeling after swallowing the beads of blood.

And then there's the heat.

The inexplicable dryness spread in the body along the throat, the blood in the body boiled and burned, and the spiritual power in the meridians was like a wild horse that had escaped from the ropes, uncontrolled and running wildly.

A strange flush appeared on Mo Ci's cheeks, his body temperature rose rapidly, and a cloud of white mist erupted from his mouth.

She realized that something was wrong with the situation, and immediately sat down cross-legged and silently recited the Qingyun Sect's mental method over and over again.

Under her perseverance, the speed of spiritual power began to slow down, and the unrestless heat subsided like a tide.

She could clearly feel herself regaining control of her body.

Mo Ci didn't dare to relax, and ran for a few more hours in a row, confirming that there was no abnormality, and stopped spitting.

She opened her eyes with a look of obscurity.

She knew that cultivating the Rakshasa Blood Record was full of dangers, so before that, she made all kinds of preparations, but she still almost lost her life.

In her memory, Fang Yunlang's first cultivation of the Rakshasa Blood Record was extremely smooth, and then there was never a mistake, and she was shocked at this time that she realized the gap between herself and Fang Yunlang in terms of cultivation talent.

Mo Ci closed his eyes, was silent for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were bright, and he swept away the depression just now.

Although her cultivation talent was not as good as Fang Yunlang, Fang Yunlang died in her hands in the end, which shows that talent cannot determine a person's future.

She doesn't even believe in the Mandate of Heaven, let alone feel self-pity and feel inferior.

Moreover, she had just overlooked a more important factor.

When refining the Blood Pill, various genius earth treasures will be added, some of which are to suppress the evil qi in the flesh and blood essence.

She took the blood beads directly, not the formed blood pills, so it would be more dangerous, and she shouldn't be arrogant.

Mo Ci swept away distracting thoughts, immersed himself in his divine sense to check the meridians, and immediately opened his eyes in surprise.

After swallowing the blood beads, the spiritual power in her meridians really made a clear difference.

The spiritual power contained in a blood bead could withstand her ten days of cultivation.

It works!

Mo Ci clenched his fists, his face showing ecstasy.

She finally grabbed a vine that could struggle with the swamp.

She glanced at the sky, and it was almost time to work.

She didn't dare to stay in the back kitchen for a long time, took two steps forward, and was about to leave with the gopher, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of the white cloth on her arm, and couldn't help but be stunned.

When she raised her hand, she didn't feel any pain at all.

Don't......

Mo Ci hurriedly withdrew his hand and untied the white cloth that bandaged the wound.

Sure enough, the wound that was originally coated with the powder had scabbed.

Mo Ci gently rubbed it with his fingertips, and the scab automatically fell off, revealing pink skin.

The corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

The effect of the blood beads was stronger than she thought, and she needed to spend more time groping.

Mo Ci left the back kitchen, randomly found a barren hillside, dug a hole and put the gopher in.

After filling in the hole, Mo Ci did not go back immediately, she turned to a small river ditch and found the barrel and the flat pole hidden in the tree.

Filled with wooden buckets of water, she carried two buckets of water and walked slowly towards the Five Grains Hall.

When Mo Ci returned to the Wugu Hall, the Wugu Hall was already lively, and her return did not attract anyone's attention.

She stored the water tank as usual, split half of the firewood in the house, and went to the back kitchen to help wash the vegetables and wash the rice, and was very busy.

Approaching lunchtime, the master chef of Wugutang entered the back kitchen, and while rolling up his sleeves to cook, he sighed that the bloody atmosphere in the kitchen seemed to be stronger than usual today.

However, except for Mo Ci, no one took his words to heart.

It's all too normal to have blood in the kitchen.

Mo Ci half-hung his head and squatted in front of the stove to light the fire.

The light of the fire shone on her face, flickering and flickering.

……

Four years have passed in a hurry.

Under the feeding of various foods in Wugutang, Mo Ci's thin body became tall and slender, and his facial features gradually lost their childishness, revealing sharp eyebrows and eyes.

In addition to her appearance, her cultivation has also increased significantly, from the third layer of qi refining to the peak of the fifth layer of qi refining.

Her cultivation speed is inconspicuous in the back mountain, but it is very amazing in the eyes of miscellaneous disciples.

You must know that Ding Min, who was at the same level as her at the third level of qi refining, was able to reach the fourth layer of qi refining not long ago.

Fortunately, Mo Ci has still been alone in the past four years.

In the eyes of everyone in Wugutang, she has never slackened off for three hundred and sixty-five days in addition to working every day.

It's not an accident that diligence can make up for clumsiness.

Mo Ci was not complacent because of this.

Because she encountered a test that every monk goes through, a bottleneck.

As early as a year ago, Mo Ci was already at the peak of the fifth layer of qi refining.

She originally thought that it wouldn't be long before she would be able to enter the sixth layer of Qi refining.

However, since the beginning of this year, no matter how many blood beads she devoured, the spiritual power in her body would always stop at the peak of the fifth layer of qi refining.

Mo Ci also cheekily asked the master and chief steward of Wugu Hall.

The chief steward was impatient to deal with it, and only waited for the time to be ripe to send her away.

However, the master saw that she was diligent, and kindly gave her two more words.

He said: "The breakthrough in cultivation lies in talent, and the higher the talent, the fewer bottlenecks you will encounter when cultivating. When the lack of talent encounters a bottleneck, it can only be resolved by stimulating it with external objects or by having an epiphany from the heart. ”

Mo Ci had to smile bitterly when he heard this.

She is obviously the latter kind of person with insufficient talent in the mouth of the master.

And the two methods that the master said, Mo Ci can't do it for the time being.

The blood beads she had condensed in the past were obviously not enough to break the bottleneck, unless she could use the demon beasts that truly contained spiritual power to condense the blood beads, or find a genius earth treasure that was even more replenished.

The latter method of epiphany needs to pay attention to the right time and place, and it is not under her control, so it is even more difficult to implement.

Mo Ci could only press the anxiety, trying to find a way to find the demon beast while cultivating hard.

this day.

Mo Ci went to the mountain to chop wood as usual, and by the way, he checked the trap he had set up on the mountain.

She had always had bad luck, and she checked several traps in a row and found nothing.

Mo Ci had long been accustomed to it, so she changed the old grain in the trap and went down the mountain with a storage bag full of firewood.

This storage bag was a reward given to her by the chief steward of the Five Grain Hall when she saw that she was diligent and capable.

The space of the storage bag is not large, about the same size as a firewood room, but it is enough to make the other miscellaneous disciples of the Wugu Hall envious.

Fortunately, after four years of getting along, the people of Wugutang also knew Mo Ci's character, and they didn't dare to provoke her easily, and the two parties were fine.

Mo Ci returned to Wugu Hall to put the firewood away, and as soon as she stepped out of the room, she heard someone call her name.

She turned her head and saw that it was Lu Daming, a miscellaneous disciple who had helped the master of Wugutang.

Speaking of which, in the entire Wugu Hall, Mo Ci is the most familiar with him.

Of course, this is in the case of contrast.

And Mo Ci has a good relationship with him purely because Lu Daming is enthusiastic and righteous, and he talks a lot and is not noisy.

In other words, Lu Daming has a very good relationship with everyone in Wugutang.

Mo Ci saw that Lu Daming did not speak, his eyebrows rose slightly, and he made an inquiry.