Now that they have made up their minds, Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui are not willing to delay any longer. The two went to say hello and goodbye to the master together, and exchanged a few words with Shen Lingyun and Wu Duan. Wu Du was quite reluctant, and promised that if he passed by the Imperial Spirit Sect one day, he would definitely find the two of them again. Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui agreed with a smile, the three of them were of the same age, they had experienced the incident of Ape Cry Mountain, and they had a drunken meal, so the relationship was naturally good.

After that, the two set off to find Yang Chuanjun and Su Yanmeng and said that they were leaving. Yang Chuanjun turned back into the familiar stuffy gourd, just nodded, and didn't talk to the two. But Su Yanmeng on the side looked left and right, didn't look at the figure he wanted to see, so he smiled a little forcefully, and absentmindedly said some polite parting words to the two.

Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui knew it, looked at each other and smiled, then they didn't stay long, turned around and left. If he doesn't leave, Yang Chuanjun, who has a black face, is afraid that he will be angry and affect the wound.

However, when he went out, Wang Fugui cheekily went to ask the county lord Feng Jinfan for some silver as a coil for the return of the two. As soon as Feng Jinfan heard that Wang Fugui was leaving, his face was overjoyed, and he immediately sent someone to take twenty taels of silver and hand it over to Wang Fugui.

At that moment, Wang Fugui and Mo Shiping, who were carrying twenty taels of silver, came to the stable at the gate of the city, handed over the token and a few pieces of silver, and brought back the fat and strong jujube red steed. Han Shuangcheng's snow-white horse was no longer here, thinking that it had ridden away last night.

The two stepped on their horses and left the city, and this trip to Ape Cry Town was a successful completion of the commission. When you come, there are three people and two horses, and when you go, two people and one horse. The absence of the white-robed young man who was always smiling made the two of them feel a little uncomfortable. Owing favors is the most troublesome, but owing Han Shuangcheng this favor, the two of them invariably feel a little at ease. Strange? If you think about it, it's not weird. The reason for this is probably that Han Shuangcheng is worthy of being called a senior brother in the mouth of the two.

Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui were not in a hurry to go back. Since they had the twenty taels of silver given by Feng Jinfan, the two of them stayed in the country inn next to the official road until dark, prepared enough dry food, and did not set off until dawn. Don't rush to the night when it's dark, it's a rule handed down by the older generation. The robbers and robbers who gang up on the official roads often take advantage of the dim moonlight to do so, and the bandits and ruffians hiding in the haystacks in the mountains and forests still love the dark moon and the high wind to kill people. Before coming, Han Shuangcheng from the Three Realms took care of him, and it didn't hurt to walk at night. After all, there are very few monks in the four realms of the rock who are willing to surrender their identities to do these dirty and dirty things, and there are only one or two martial arts bandits in the first and second realms on the official road. However, after these martial artists often make one or two orders of killing people and selling goods, they will be targeted by the local government, and it will be difficult to become a climate after all.

The two took turns to drive horses and walked like this for about four days, and finally returned to Qingluo Town. After returning the horses, at noon, the two entered a tavern at the foot of Qingluo Mountain.

Wang Fugui still had ten taels of silver left in his money bag, so he happily greeted the shopkeeper and asked for a plate of freshly cooked beef, a few refreshing seasonal side dishes, and two large bowls of noodles, but for the first time, he didn't ask for a pot of wine.

"Quit drinking?" Mo Shiping smiled and glanced at Wang Fugui, who was a little struggling, and quipped.

Wang Fugui sniffed the various wine aromas mixed in the tavern vigorously, and quietly swallowed a large mouthful of saliva, "It's not that I'm afraid of drinking and delaying things, I still have to practice in the afternoon." ”

Mo Shiping nodded. At that time, he was in Ape Cry Mountain, and he took the risk to help Han Shuangcheng block the blow of the ape demon, but Wang Fugui didn't help. Although Wang Fugui didn't say it, Mo Shiping still guessed a little, and he must have been reluctant to go, feeling that he was the one who dragged behind among the three.

"Little second brother, I want a pot of lighter wine. Mo Shiping thought about it for a while, then said hello to the shopkeeper with a smile.

"Well, wait, officer. The shopkeeper, who was busy outside, answered loudly, and hurriedly went to get the wine.

Mo Shiping picked up a peanut, threw it into his mouth, chewed it, and said with a smile: "Peanuts are too salty, you have to ask for a pot of wine slowly." ”

Wang Fugui glanced at Mo Shiping with some doubts, and couldn't understand what tricks he was selling in the gourd. He didn't remember when Mo Shiping liked to drink like him.

Mo Shiping smiled and said nothing, one after another, just chewing the tasteless peanuts in his mouth. From beginning to end, he didn't feel that Wang Fugui was the one who pulled his legs, if it weren't for the bronze mirror, he might have stayed in Ape Mountain. Cultivation is not something that happens overnight, and it is not something that can be achieved by drinking one less drink. After drinking this wine and returning to the Imperial Spirit Sect, Mo Shiping will naturally urge Wang Fugui to practice diligently and become a martial artist as soon as possible.

After a while, the shopkeeper brought wine to the table. At first, Wang Fugui was still a little squirming, pretending not to look over, as if he hadn't seen the pot of wine that made him itch. Mo Shiping took care of himself and got a small bowl, and Wang Fugui, who smelled the aroma of wine, suddenly couldn't sit still, only felt that the wine worm in his mouth scratched his tongue again and again.

So, Wang Fugui also chewed a bland and tasteless peanut, and immediately pretended to be surprised: "The taste of this peanut is too bad." As he spoke, he smiled wryly, naturally reached out and carried the flask, and hurriedly poured himself half a bowl, and couldn't wait to take a sip.

"It's too bland. Wang Fugui burped in satisfaction and sighed lightly.

Mo Shiping shook his head with a smile, picked up a peanut, and threw it into his mouth, "Is it lighter than the taste of peanuts?"

The two tacitly looked at each other and smiled, touched the bowl, and drank a big sip. The peanuts are bland, the wine is bland, but the two eat deliciously. And the careful knot left by Wang Fugui in Ape Cry Mountain, with a round of heart-warming wine into the stomach, also disappeared and untied.

After they were full of wine and food, the two settled the account, then turned on Qingluo Mountain and returned to the Imperial Spirit Sect. The two of them first went to the Xuanji Pavilion where the sect issued the entrusted task, and explained in detail to the senior brother in charge of the trip to Ape Cry Mountain. However, because it was Han Shuangcheng who received the commission, and he had already gone to the Panya Sect, Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui could not get the reward of the commission, that is, to borrow the martial arts books on the seventh floor of the Tieqin Bronze Sword Building. Both of them have some regrets about this. But fortunately, the senior brother in charge of the Xuanji Pavilion confirmed the completion of the commission, and after reporting to the sect, he compensated the two of them with 100 points each, which can be regarded as not letting them run in vain.

Out of the Xuanji Pavilion, Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui discussed, since he had a lot of points in hand, it was better to take this opportunity to buy the robe, so as not to make a mistake in the panic before the trial of the sect. In the Imperial Spirit Sect, Dao robes are not a necessity, but without Dao robes, you can't participate in the annual sect trial, which means that you will be expelled from the sect. This Imperial Spirit Sect is changing the method to stimulate the disciples to take on various tasks, so that they can practice diligently on the way down the mountain.

The person in charge of peddling the Taoist robe is the only elder in charge of all trivial matters in the Imperial Spirit Sect, the Five Realms Cultivator Xue Zisheng, and the ordinary disciples of the sect will politely call Xue Lao.

The bookkeeper of the Imperial Spirit Sect is Xue Zisheng, from expanding the attic courtyard to a mere pill, no matter how big or small, he will personally write them down. Make a small account every three years, and make a big account every ten years. So far, there have been six large accounts and more than 20 small accounts. The head of Song Jiang once joked that Xue Zisheng's account book was thin and dense, more than a woman's hair.

Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui had heard about these things in advance, and the two of them went straight to the sect's cabinet at the moment.

"Meet Elder Xue. Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui saw the old man who was sitting at the desk in the room and waving his pen, and the two stood at the door of the cabinet and saluted with fists.

Xue Zisheng's crane has a childish face, and although there are many wrinkles on his face, his face is also red. Hearing this, he stopped the ledger he was recording and glanced up at the two of them.

"What?"

Wang Fugui took a step forward and hurriedly replied softly: "I'm here to exchange for a Taoist robe." An inner disciple's and a head disciple's robe. ”

"Are you Wang Fugui?" Xue Zisheng heard this, and looked at him more, "There is no Taoist robe for the head disciples, only the Taoist robes of the inner and outer disciples." ”

Wang Fugui was stunned for a moment, his face was a little embarrassed, "Then change into two inner disciples' robes." With that, Wang Fugui stepped forward and handed over two jade slips.

Xue Zisheng took the jade slip, and after sensing it for a while, as soon as he turned his hand, two yellow robes appeared on the table, "Close the door when you leave." After that, Xue Zisheng continued to record at the desk and no longer bothered with the two.

Wang Fugui raised his eyebrows, only feeling that this old man named Xue Zisheng had a withdrawn personality, and like Yang Chuanjun, he was a stuffy gourd who didn't like to talk. Wang Fugui didn't stay long, grabbed two yellow robes in his right hand, and hurried out of the cabinet. Of course, I didn't forget the old man's instructions and closed the pavilion door.

Wang Fugui handed a yellow robe to Mo Shiping, and he looked the one in his hand up and down. Except that it was made of brocade silk and felt particularly comfortable and slippery, he didn't see any other characteristics, which were not much different from those sold by the vendors in the Yamashita market.

"The Imperial Spirit Sect is really searching. Live like an iron rooster, not pulling a hair. Wang Fugui sighed, feeling sorry for his own hundred points. If you exchange your points for medicinal herbs and go down the mountain to resell them, you don't know how many of these robes you can buy. It's a pity that the Imperial Spirit Sect explicitly prohibits such behavior, and Wang Fugui only has to think about it.

Mo Shiping smiled and put the yellow robe into the jade realm, he didn't plan to change it now. The Taoist robe made of brocade silk, such a good material, Mo Shiping is not very reluctant to wear it for practice, and at the same time, he is afraid of getting in the way, in case it gets dirty and broken, it will not be good, or this coarse linen clothes are comfortable, and he has no scruples about punching.

Wang Fugui said that he couldn't look down on this robe, but in his heart, like Mo Shiping, he was reluctant to wear it. Growing up, he had never had such good clothes. At that moment, he also carefully held the robe in his arms, planning to wait until the day of the sect's trial and change it in the scenery.

The two did not go directly back to their hut, but turned around and went to Wancaopu. The batch of medicinal materials purchased before had been eaten by Wang Fugui after his party in Ape Cry Town. But Wang Fugui's martial arts realm has not broken through for a long time, and the two of them have combined, and they feel that they should buy some more medicinal materials, and only after the foundation is solid can they successfully break through the realm.

"Senior Brother Ma. Mo Shiping said hello with a smile. In the Wancao Shop, Ma Zhongliang, who was dressed in a white robe, was still busy taking care of the medicinal materials. Now, Mo Shiping also sees that taking care of Wancao Shop is a thankless job. It's not a coincidence that every time I come, I happen to see Ma Zhongliang busy working, I think it's because he is always busy.

"Buy herbs?" Ma Zhongliang raised his eyelids and glanced at the two, and did not stop what he was doing.

Mo Shiping nodded with a smile, reported the names of more than twenty herbs, and then handed out the jade slip. Ma Zhongliang nodded, skillfully took out the required herbs, wrapped them in oiled paper, and handed them to Mo Shiping.

Since Mo Shiping bought medicinal herbs last time, he also knows Ma Zhongliang's temperament. At that moment, he took the herb, turned over his hand and entered the jade realm, then turned around and wanted to leave with Wang Fugui.

But at this moment, after Ma Zhongliang hesitated for a moment, he suddenly asked softly: "I heard that you and Han Shuangcheng went down the mountain to get rid of the demon, but it went well?"

When Mo Shiping heard this, he stopped his pace of leaving, and turned his head in surprise, "There are some twists and turns, but thanks to Senior Brother Han, I finally completed the commission without danger." Senior Brother Han successfully entered the Four Realms of Rock and has gone to the Rock Cliff Sect. ”

"Good thing. After Ma Zhongliang squeezed out a stiff smile, he didn't ask any more questions, and continued to lower his head and sort out the medicinal materials at hand.

Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui looked at each other, both a little puzzled, why Ma Zhongliang, who had always been silent, would be concerned about this matter. However, the two didn't dig deeper, Xu was Ma Zhongliang's casual question out of concern.

Soon after the two left, Ma Zhongliang, who had finished sorting out the medicinal materials, raised his head and moved his stiff neck slightly. Catching a glimpse of the sunset that was about to set, Ma Zhongliang suddenly sighed. In the past, the guy who liked to wear a white robe would often come to him and nag him, which was really annoying to himself. But when he suddenly learned that the guy had left the Imperial Spirit Sect, Ma Zhongliang, who should have been secretly happy, didn't have a good feeling in his heart.

"Don't come to say hello before you leave, forget it, it's kind of like your style. Ma Zhongliang muttered softly, a hint of a smile appeared on his thin face.

Soon after, Han Shuangcheng left the Imperial Spirit Sect and went to the Panya Sect to inform the disciples of the sect through a letter letter from the head of the sect, Song Jiang. Many disciples in yellow robes breathed a sigh of relief, and their eyes showed a long-lost heat, the first place in the sect's trial.

Han Shuangcheng, who has monopolized the sect trial for five years, is finally gone, which means that this year's sect trial will be a group of heroes, and the competition will be particularly fierce.