"Hey, father, don't do this, I'm not used to it, you better scold me. Mo Ningyu waved her hand, "If you think it's not easy for me, why don't you compensate me for something?"

"Hmph, you're thinking too much, don't even want to take anything from me!" Maupassant saw that he was serious for only a quarter of an hour, and his face darkened again, "I want something to find your brother, if it weren't for him, how could there be such a bunch of!"

"Father, you're right, it's all my fault, I'll scold him when I see him!" Mo Ningyu raised her eyebrows, and her words changed, "But... Big brother to big brother, shouldn't you also show a little bit?"

Maupassant watched him perform expressionlessly, how old he was, and he was not ashamed at all.

"Look, I have five children, except for Zhiyuan and the eldest brother, one board and one glance, can save me a little heart, the rest of them think I don't have enough things, just after sending Mo Hao to cry poor, the ghost has an accident again, this daughter and son are not the same, then you have to be fine, look at my hair, the ends of the hair are dry!" Mo Ningyu had a sad face, holding the broken hair on the back of her head in her hand.

"Oh, then you can tell me, who is to blame for the five children? Who stole the ancestor's baby fruit in the medicine garden? ”

Maupassant sneered, what is this called, you can't live if you do your own evil!

The ability of immortal cultivators to conceive offspring is a hundred times weaker than that of mortals, and the more high-level cultivators are, the more so, and the probability of immortal cultivators' descendants having spiritual roots is also a hundred times that of mortals, which is also a balance of the Heavenly Dao.

But there are no absolutes in the world, there is a kind of fruit in this world, called the baby fruit, which is extremely rare, and there is a great probability that the monk will give birth to an heir within a year after eating it.

The ancestor of the Mo family in the Wangshan Sword Sect accidentally got a small seedling of the baby fruit, carefully cultivated it for a hundred years, and finally blossomed and bore fruit, and put it in the garden.

Later, the ancestor got enough benefits and promised it to an elder in the sect, but when he wanted to hand over something, he found that it was missing, and finally traced it down to Mo Ningyu, and scolded angrily for three days.

"Oh, this happened many years ago, and it was an accident, who would have thought that things would come together, and this is the four children. If this wasn't his father, Mo Ningyu would definitely step forward and cover his mouth, "I've worked hard all these years to teach them very well!"

In the cultivation family, there was a suspicion that there was a gap inside, and in the past, the monks only had one or two children at most, and they could all succeed if they were intensively raised.

But Mo Ningyu is good, there are four more at once, and the biological mothers are all different, and one is not careful, it will become the source of the disaster. At that time, there was a lot of gossip in the clan, especially later Mo Zhiya's recklessness, Mo Hao's casualness, Mo Yan's careful thoughts, plus a later Mo ghost, this Mo Mansion was not lively at that time.

Fortunately, Mo Ningyu was lucky, these children were more talented than the other, and he himself succeeded in getting married, so he gradually calmed down, and the elders in the mansion also raised them with their hearts.

"Okay, let's not talk about this, let's talk about Mo Ghost, what are you going to do?" Knowing his son Mo Ruo's father, Maupassant saw his careful thoughts at a glance, and he didn't dwell on this, but asked the purpose of coming today.

"Tie Dan first, you have to take care of your body whether you succeed or not, and let's talk about the rest later. Mo Ningyu turned her head away from his gaze.

"You know what I'm talking about, you'd better give me an explanation. ”

Maupassant came this time, naturally for the sake of Mo ghosts and ghosts, which is forbidden on the mainland, and he was stopped by Mo Ningyu tonight, so he didn't make a big move. But what to do next, we must ask clearly, if one day, it is really a disaster.

"Don't worry, the ghosts haven't even gathered their souls, so it's impossible to take them away. Mo Ningyu didn't turn her head, "Besides, isn't it me?"

"Aren't you afraid that she will go mad? Good and evil are both in the same thought. ”

"With me in my pocket, what are you afraid of, I will never let this happen. ”

"So what are you going to do? I'm going to listen to the truth, don't fight with me. ”

Hearing his words, Mo Ningyu pursed his lips, no matter how many years have passed, he has never been able to fight him Lao Tzu, in front of him, any trick can be recognized, "Didn't you see it all, and you came here to ask me what I was doing?"

"Do you really want to use Manju Sawa here?" Maupassant was aware of, but still wanted to make sure.

Another important reason why everyone in the Mo family recognized Mo Ningyu as the patriarch was that he had blocked a conspiracy to destroy the demon cultivator, saved tens of thousands of unjust souls from fire and water, opened the door of the underworld, and also got this Manzhu Shahua.

"This tweed, it is the flower of the netherworld that can be used, you don't need it, it's just an ornament, it's useless for me to keep it, and it can be regarded as making the best use of it to help her enter reincarnation. Mo Ningyu took out the fan and rolled her eyes.

"Make the most of it?" Maupassant snorted, "if the world knew what you were up for, one person could drown you with a mouthful of spit, right?"

Manzhu Sawa is known as the flower of the netherworld, in addition to being able to open the door connecting the two worlds, it can also avoid evil spirits, not close to the ghosts, protect the soul, and most importantly, it can protect the original infant from the body, from invading.

"The thing is mine, what do you care about other people?" Mo Ningyu pursed her lips contemptuously, "The most in this world are idlers who are full of food and have nothing to do." ”

"Are you trying to compensate their mother and daughter?" Maupassant's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at him suspiciously, could it be that the events of the year left a shadow in his heart, and he felt ashamed of their mother and daughter, right?

"Compensation?" Mo Ningyu shook her head, "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility, the ghost is my daughter, and it is my responsibility from the moment she was born." ”

"Oh?" Maupassant looked him up and down, "when will you be able to take responsibility?"

"Look at what you said, isn't this all your inheritance?" The atmosphere was broken, Mo Ningyu was serious for a while, and smiled at him, "I think you hit it twice back then, and you got our two brothers, each of whom is a dragon and phoenix, and you can't do without your careful teaching..."

Maupassant listened to his nonsense, glared at him, and flicked his sleeves away.

Mo Ningyu looked at his back, pursed her lips, and glanced in the direction of Mo Ghost before following him away.

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In the secret place, after Mo Ningyu left, Mo Ghost relaxed and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Mother, I can't save you, will you blame me?" Mo Ghost held a bamboo flute in his hand, his divine sense entered it, and the remaining soul stayed quietly inside, unconscious, and would not answer her, "But my father promised me that he could send you to reincarnation, which is a good result, right?"

There was no sound in the empty stone room, and Mo Ghost smiled bitterly, "You wait for me for a while, and when I get married, I will go out to find my father." ”

Determined to make up his mind, Mo Ghost put the bamboo flute in front of him, took out the futon, and turned his heart to the sky.

The divine sense looked inward, and the dantian was covered with a layer of spiritual power, which was used by Mo Ningyu to help her stabilize the dantian, and with a slight movement, the spiritual power was unloaded.

The monk's dantian is like a container for storing spiritual power, the level of cultivation is the amount of spiritual power stored, and the process of cultivation is the process of forming the container.

On weekdays, monks will take pills to practice, like a kind of fusion agent, which will assist in the process of building containers, as long as it is timely and appropriate, there will be no major problems in cultivation.

And Mo Ghost is a little different at this time, her container is equivalent to being forcibly added from the outside, a container that has been built and her splicing together, no matter how good the material is, it is always different from her own, there will inevitably be a crack, which will always be a big hidden danger in the future cultivation.

What's even more tricky is the spiritual power light cluster in her body, she has just used the spiritual power inside, which is equivalent to constantly indulging it to build on her own spiritual power container.

In the courtyard just now, she faintly sensed that it was imperative to get married.

At this time, using the previous method to seal the spiritual power light cluster on the half-branch lotus is not only useless, but it is likely to cause spiritual power retrograde in the process of forming the pill and affect the pill.

Separate a part of the divine consciousness and temporarily stabilize the light cluster near the half-branch lotus.

The half-branch lotus will continue to absorb the aura in it, and it is the most stable in this vicinity, and the remaining divine consciousness starts from the half-branch lotus, slowly running the exercises, and repairing the meridians that have just been broken with the healing power unique to the wood spiritual power.

Mo Ghost is not in a hurry, cultivating slowly, always paying attention to the spiritual power light group.

Only repairing the injury, Mo Ghost spent three months to restore his body to the best condition, and from time to time compressed the spiritual power in his body, fusing the obtained spiritual energy with his own spiritual energy, and minimizing the harm.

After the exercise was run for a week, Mo Ghost Ghost sensed the intention in the dantian again, and it had been three times in a row today. The body has already recovered, and it seems that it is time to get married.

The storage bag left by Mo Ningyu was opened, and there were a series of pills such as Awakening Herb, Tranquility Pill, and Baoling Pill, as well as several defensive magic weapons. She also began to prepare these things herself, but they were not so complete, and they were all used to deal with the three tribulations of the Yudan.

The process of knotting the dan is divided into three steps, also known as the three eons.

The first is the Heart Demon Tribulation, followed by the Dan Tribulation, and finally the Thunder Tribulation.

Needless to say, every monk will experience something more or less in the process of growing up, which is unforgettable, sweet, sad, or trapped in it. The Inner Demon Tribulation is to repeat and amplify these things and face the emotions in the heart. More than half of the monks were killed here, and the Awakening Herb, the Tranquility Pill and some concentrating futons were all guarding against this, but with little success.

Dan Tribulation is to communicate the aura of heaven and earth, and condense the liquefied aura in the dantian into Dan, which is the golden pill and the crystallization of the monk's cultivation. The spiritual power inside is pure, and some demon beasts will specifically kill monks, just for this golden pill.

The process of becoming a pill requires a lot of spiritual power, and it is usually assisted by a spirit pill, but Mo Ghost can now directly use spiritual power light clusters.

Finally, there is the thunder tribulation, which will be caused at the moment of the end. To be precise, after Cheng Dan, he can already be regarded as a Jindan monk, and the Jie Dan Thunder Tribulation is more of a refining monk.

The Jindan period can only cause three thunder tribulations at most, compared with the six paths of the infant and the nine paths of the gods, it is the difference between the Haoyue fireflies, which is usually not fatal, and I have not heard that any monks died from the Jindan Thunder Tribulation, at most they are only seriously injured, and it is enough to prepare a few defensive magic weapons.

After combing through the whole process, Mo Ghost placed the things in front of him one by one and closed his eyes.

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