Pitch black caves.

Mo Ci, who was meditating cross-legged, opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes hot and bright.

After staying in the fifth layer of qi refining for nearly two years, she finally broke the shackles and became the sixth layer of qi refining.

Her body seemed to have completed a major cleaning, washed away and reborn.

Mo Ci lowered his eyes and glanced at the dried corpse not far away, with an inexplicable expression.

In the end, she still cultivated the real Rakshasa Blood Record.

But she doesn't regret it.

Lu Daming's death once again verified the cruelty of the cultivation realm.

Kindness without a sharp edge is the most useless quality.

Her purpose is to live.

And live longer than anyone else.

Mo Ci burned the dried corpse to ashes with a fire, went to a small courtyard in Qianshan, and finally rushed back when Wugutang began to be busy.

As usual, she was about to go to the firewood room to carry firewood, when a voice suddenly stopped her.

"Mo Ci."

Mo Ci turned around to look, and Master Fu Wood stood at the door of the back kitchen, looking at her with a deep gaze.

The other miscellaneous disciples who were busy working in the Five Grains Hall also looked at the two of them.

"You're going to be by my side from today on."

Wu De's tone was flat and slammed a thunderbolt into the Five Grain Hall.

In an instant, Mo Ci was almost overwhelmed by the malice thrown from all directions.

Being able to follow Wood's side in the late stage of construction is equivalent to stepping into the mountain behind the Qingyun Sect with half a foot.

This is the dream of all the miscellaneous disciples of the Five Grain Hall.

Mo Ci was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly, threw the firewood in his hand, walked quickly to Wood, and shouted respectfully, "Master." ”

"Hmm."

Wood answered, turned and went into the back kitchen, and Mo Ci followed.

At this time, there were only Mo Ci and Wood in the back kitchen.

While digging through today's ingredients, Wood asked as if unintentionally, "The sixth layer of Qi refining?" ”

"Yes."

"Follow me, what to do and what not to do, you should know, I won't say more, only one thing." Wood threw a piece of animal meat in front of Mo Ci and wrote lightly, "Don't bring live animals into the back kitchen in the future, I don't like the smell of blood in the kitchen." ”

Mo Ci's mind went blank for a moment, then he looked at Wood in disbelief.

He got it?

She thought she was well hidden.

Wood: "I'm a cook, there's nothing going on in the kitchen, I don't know. ”

Mo Ci's mind kept flashing the scenes of her cultivation in the back kitchen in the past four years, and Wood's complicated expression when she was looking for Wood for Venom.

After a long time, she put the piece of beast meat containing spiritual power into the storage bag, and said seriously: "I know." ”

Wood laughed, "Okay, you'll be with me in the future, and I won't treat you badly." ”

Mo Zhi didn't know what Wood's considerations were for letting her follow him.

But anyone could tell how much Wood cared for her.

In the past three days, Mo Ci secretly heard many people scolding her.

Some people even speculated that she wanted to take the throne and kill Lu Daming.

These people actually don't care about Lu Daming's affairs, and want to express the malice in their hearts.

Mo Ci ignored this.

She is actively adapting to being a chef.

However, when everyone thought that the turmoil was about to pass, a new trouble came to the door.

Ding Min was arrested.

……

"It's her, it's her who killed Senior Brother Zhang! It has nothing to do with me! Catch her! ”

When Mo Ci stepped into the punishment hall, he heard Ding Min's hoarse scream.

Ding Min was caught while she was on the run, and she was wearing a peach-pink dress.

Now, she looked depressed, her hair was disheveled, and her peach-pink dress was covered with large stains. It is like a remnant flower that withers and falls into the dust.

"I've seen the deacons, I've seen the two stewards."

Compared with Ding Min, Mo Ci seemed extremely calm.

She bowed to the deacon steward in the punishment hall in a proper manner, without the slightest superfluous expression on her face.

Standing on the right, the middle-aged man in a red robe looked at Mo Ci's reaction with some unhappiness.

His face was majestic, and his voice was like a bell, "You are Mo Ci, a miscellaneous disciple of Wugu Hall?" ”

"Yes."

"Someone accused you of killing Zhang Tianying, the manager of the miscellaneous office, do you have anything to defend?"

Mo Ci raised his head and said loudly: "This matter has nothing to do with the disciple, it was framed by others, I hope the deacon will be aware of everything and return justice to the disciple." ”

"Lie! You're lying! Ding Min almost broke out when he heard this.

The disciple guarding her next to her was quick and pressed the person to the ground.

Her face was pressed against the cold ground, and she was still shouting in her mouth, "She's lying to you, she killed it, Zhang Tianying was killed by her!" ”

"Noise."

The middle-aged man waved his hand impatiently, and Ding Min's shout stopped abruptly, "Hmm......"

The middle-aged man continued to ask Mo Ci: "Where were you on that night three days ago?" ”

Mo Ci pretended to think, "Three days ago, I should have been cultivating in the house. ”

"Is there a witness?"

"Yes."

Mo Ci replied categorically.

Ding Min's eyes cracked.

The middle-aged man glanced at Mo Ci deeply, "Who?" ”

"Senior Brother He, the steward of Wugu Hall."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded to a disciple at the door, and the disciple bowed and retreated.

Soon after, the disciple entered the punishment hall with two people.

When the middle-aged man saw someone coming, the expression on his face softened a little, and he took the initiative to greet him, "Chef Wu, why are you here too?" ”

Mo Ci looked at Wood, who was greeting the middle-aged man, and his eyes blinked quickly.

"Deacon Liu, Mo Ci is my assistant cook, I heard that she was framed, so I came over to take a look at the situation."

Wood has a rich physique, a face like a disc, and a three-point smile on his face when he speaks, which is very pleasing.

But when Deacon Liu heard his words, he was not in a good mood.

This is obviously to support Mo Ci.

He casually echoed two sentences and looked at the steward next to Wood, "You are the chief steward of the Five Grain Hall?" ”

"Yes, disciple He Tong is the chief steward of Wugu Hall."

Steward He, like Zhang Tianying, is an outer disciple of the Qingyun Sect, so he is very humble in the face of Deacon Liu.

Deacon Liu bowed his head, "What were you doing the night three days ago?" ”

Steward He bowed and said respectfully, "That night, I was instructing Senior Sister Mo to practice. At that time, she was at the bottleneck of refining qi, and I thought that her cultivation was not easy, so I helped her. ”

"Hmm!"

Ding Min frantically tied up.

Lie!

They lie!

Deacon Liu's eyes were sharp, and his words were like knives, "Is this true?" ”

"Absolutely." He Guan looked calm.

Steward Liu glanced at Ding Min, who was still struggling, his brows furrowed slightly, and he wanted to say something, but Wood suddenly spoke, "Deacon Liu, Mo Ci is my cook, and I know him very well." She has a simple personality and doesn't do anything out of the ordinary. ”

Deacon Liu's eyes were slightly deep, and then he smiled meaningfully, "Since Chef Wu and Steward He both said so, this matter must have nothing to do with Mo Ci and was framed by others." Rest assured, we will definitely investigate this matter clearly and not let the disciples be wronged. ”

"Then it will be a lot of trouble for Deacon Liu."

Wood and Deacon Liu looked at each other and laughed in unison.