Song Shuilu felt more and more strange, obviously the other party was just an immature teenager, but subconsciously she felt that he was very similar to an elder who had taught her to practice before, but she couldn't remember which one it was.

Looking at Song Shuilu who was in a daze on the side, the arrogant expression on Xianyue's delicate face had long since disappeared. She and Mo Wunian, the two didn't have an intersection originally, but now she forcibly found an intersection according to her father's words, but she was the only one who was unhappy! Now she just wants to get out of here quickly.

But at the same time, it was also the first time that she felt that Mo Wunian was a little different from the rumors.

Everyone was far away, and they didn't know what Mo Wunian and Song Shuilu said, only to see the arrogant expression on Xianyue's face disappear, which felt like a noble canary bowing its head to people.

It's not what they think. Some people were ready to comfort Mo Zhishan, but their words could only rot in their stomachs.

"Hey, Mo Wunian, you wait!"

Just when everyone felt bored and wanted to disperse, a crisp voice sounded.

A little powder in the distance of the snow-covered street gradually hit this side, and when it got closer, it turned out to be a girl in a pink skirt, she ran quickly in the snow, and the skirt floated behind her, like a few flying and burning peach blossoms scattered in the snow.

"Hey, Mo Wunian, Hey......" The girl ran out of breath, it was Wu Mu.

She felt that Mo Wunian didn't look like a cultivator, but it was only half a cup of tea, how could he go so fast! She was exhausted from chasing a fourth-level cultivator.

Mo Wunian didn't seem to hear it, and still walked slowly towards Mo Mansion, he didn't want to pay attention to things that had nothing to do with cultivation, plus he was in a bad mood now, and he didn't have the heart to care.

Everyone originally felt bored and wanted to disperse and go back, but when they saw a girl chasing after Mo Wunian, a fool from the Mo family, they suddenly became interested again.

The crowd was like a scattered cloud, regrouping, and the whispered chattering in private resounded.

"Say, what's the matter with this girl in pink?"

"Can't you see it? Originally, the two little guesses of the county lord of Xianyue and Mo Wunian were stabbed sideways by this girl!"

"Oh, this brother is Takami! I see...... I said, why did the Lord of Xianyue come all the way to find Mo Wunian!"

......

Everyone discussed, and after a long sigh, they all showed a look of sudden realization, and looked at Xianyue with a sympathetic look.

Cultivators' hearing is naturally better than ordinary people, and it just so happened that Wu Mu heard it, and her daughter's face turned crimson with shame.

"What kind of person!" she clenched her silver teeth and scolded secretly, glancing at Mo Wunian who was like no one in the distance. Originally, when she ran here, when she saw so many people from afar, she faintly felt that there might be nothing good happening, so she didn't want to come over, but remembering Mr. Zhou's advice, she still decided to run over.

As a result, she became a pink-clothed girl who destroyed other people's "two little guesses" for no reason!

And Xianyue, who was originally in a slightly calmed mood, seemed to hear these words, and her pretty face was also crimson with anger, she pulled out the sword in her hand, and slashed the sword on the ground and splashed a snowflake.

Snowflakes fell one after another, and there was immediately a deep opening in the ground.

"None of you will talk nonsense! I can't guarantee that my sword will not be slashed on your heads!" she looked coldly at the people who were still talking with a pair of handsome eyes.

Seeing this, everyone closed their mouths one after another, not daring to say anything more.

As if knowing that the turmoil behind him had something to do with him, Mo Wunian turned around and walked towards Wu Mu.

The people who were silent just now were like a dam that had burst its embankment and opened the conversation box again, and the words in their mouths poured out like water, and all kinds of words were mixed in it.

When Xianyue heard this, her white face turned red with anger, and she was about to rush towards everyone when she raised the sword in her hand regardless of her image.

"Yue'er, let them say it! How can we say that we are also righteous path cultivators, how can we kill people casually. It was Song Shuilu who stopped and persuaded her a few words, and she gave up.

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, slander the reputation of my disciples, I might as well kill a few people and tell you to shut up!" Song Shuilu is always a monk who has experienced wind and waves, not as strong as the moon outside. Just one look scared everyone to really shut up!

Frightened by that cold look, everyone felt that they were walking naked in the snow, and they didn't dare to look at that look again, it felt like an inexplicable chill seeped into their bones from the outside world.

In fact, this is the direct oppression of the human soul by monks with a certain degree of cultivation.

Wu Mu looked at the black-clothed young man in front of her whose expression had never changed, she tried her best to control her emotions, and organized words in her mind to prepare to say to him that she wanted to recruit him into the Hundred Herbs Sect.

She thought about Mr. Zhou's repeated advice, suppressed the anger in her heart, and tried her best to make herself approachable.

She stood in front of Mo Wunian and smiled, her skin was brighter than snow, her eyes were like a pool of clear water, she was really like a pearl of dizziness, beautiful jade was shining, and her body was full of a comfortable breath.

"There's so much criticism out there, it's a good thing you can ignore it. Cultivation focuses on cultivating the mind, which is very valuable. It's just that...... What are you looking for me?"

It's just that as soon as Mo Wunian spoke in his faint tone, the image of the girl next door on the opposite side was immediately gone.

"Hey! Three days later, all the cultivation sects in Qingzhou will recruit disciples on a narrow slope outside the capital city of Zhao Kingdom! This is a certificate! Remember, when the time comes, the Hundred Grass Sect will be chosen!"

The girl huffed and took out a jade plaque from the storage bag on her waist and threw it in front of Mo Wunian.

"Oh, I see. Mo Wunian slowly picked up the jade plaque from the ground, patted off the snow stained on it, and walked slowly towards Mo Mansion again.

"What kind of person! What kind of attitude! This girl is not accompanied! The thing has been delivered to you, do you like to go!" The girl waved her pink fist, her silver teeth were clenched, and she only felt that if there were not so many people in front of her, it would damage her ladylike image, and she really wanted to beat Mo Wunian.

"Thank you. ”

Just as she was annoyed, the man on the other side suddenly turned around and said this to him. It was still the faint tone, but through his eyes, she saw that there was an imperceptible sadness in the young man's eyes.

"No...... You are welcome. In Wu Mu's stunned state, the young man had already walked back to Mofu, and after a little thought, she also left here.

"Master, the jade plate?" In the distance, Xianyue looked at everything in her eyes and asked Song Shuilu in puzzlement.

"There is that jade plate, which is equivalent to an inner disciple who has been recruited by the sect. Song Shuilu explained to her, and then said as if comforting her: "But the Baicao Sect is not a big sect, and it is not as good as the Mochen Pavilion!"

Hearing this, Xianyue was also silent for a while, and she didn't know what to think. At the signal of Song Shuilu, she turned into a streamer with her and left here.

The people who should have left left, but they all heard what Wu Mu said just now. Although some people were suspicious of her, those who had the ability to see also recognized the jade plaque!

This is equivalent to Mo Wunian being appointed to the cultivation sect like the Lord of Xianyue. This is a great opportunity! In the future, even if you meet the Emperor of Zhao, you don't have to take it seriously.

So, the front of Mofu was lively again, and it was really a crowd, and all kinds of people came to say hello to Mo Zhishan. For Mo Wunian, everyone was full of praise.

"Master Mo, why do you want to say that your son is born well! It is enough to have him! There is no need to continue the string!"

Even the eunuch before that changed his words, completely ignoring his previous face.

Mo Zhishan knew it, but he didn't say anything to slap him in the face, only smiled back. For him, he has seen a lot of officialdom for many years, and he doesn't want to care. Now his greatest wish is only to hope that his son Mo Wunian is safe.

It's just that today his son gave him a surprise, and he was surprised and happy. But he also found that he didn't understand what his son was thinking for so many years.

Maybe from beginning to end, he also regarded him as a stupid son.

Mo Wunian returned to his room, closed the door, and didn't pay attention to the hustle and bustle outside, he took out the withered glory grass he took from Wu Mu, and without any treatment, he directly swallowed this elixir with the brilliance of glass.

He sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed, waiting for the potion to work.

About a quarter of an hour later, he opened his eyes.

The steps on the spiritual platform in his body were emitting a faint blue light, no longer gray, as if they were covered with a layer of gray.

He can finally practice, albeit with the weakest qualification!

At the same time, Mo Wunian had two sets of cultivation methods in his mind, one was the cultivation method of the Nine Realms Mountain in his previous life that was magnificent and glowing with golden light—the Nine Tribulation Method!

One is a demonic, treacherous, and demonic black cultivation method - no way to live!

Meaning: All souls have no life, so they have no life!

Strictly speaking, this second practice is more like a breath, a breath that needs to be practiced together with other practices. And this breath comes from the fierce sword!

In his previous life, after he got the fierce sword, he also practiced this kind of aura, but it may be because he only practiced in the later period, although he was extremely powerful after cultivating, few people in his generation blocked it, but he felt that the real cultivation was far more than that.

In this life, he can truly re-cultivate the Nine Tribulations and Immortality, and the combination of the two, even the weakest qualification will definitely be able to exert the true power it should have.

Draw that breath to your own spiritual platform. He silently recited the Nine Tribulations Cultivation Method in his heart and began to introduce spiritual energy into his body. It's just that when he thinks of the Nine Tribulations again, he thinks of the Nine Realms Mountain, and then thinks of what he heard today, and a line of hot tears flowed down his eyes.

And at the same time, the spiritual platform in his body turned into something like black jade, glowing with a strange black glow!

He stepped into the cultivation again!

......

Three days later, in front of the deserted Mo Mansion, Mo Zhishan looked at Mo Wunian who was about to leave and showed a relieved smile.

In fact, there was no need to be so deserted in front of the door, but Mo Zhishan still knew Mo Wunian better, and he knew that Mo Wunian didn't like to be lively, so he refused all the people who wanted to send Mo Wunian! Among them, he even refused the honor guard that the Emperor of Zhao wanted to see off Mo Wunian.

looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with gray hair, and he always showed a wry smile when he saw him. Mo Wunian felt that there were some things that he should let go, or that there were some things of Jiang Tianheng that he should let go—that was the dignity of a thousand-year-old cultivator in his previous life!

Because of it, he never called him "Daddy!" for fifteen years.

But at this moment, Mo Wunian felt that the thousand-year-old dignity was more important than the kindness of raising him for fifteen years......

After thinking about it, he solemnly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Mo Zhishan three times, and said, "Dad, I will come back to see you when I have time!"

With that, he got up and patted the little donkey beside him, and then rode it away.

Mo Zhishan's eyes moistened a little when he heard this, and he felt that although his son was leaving today, he was very happy: "me, do you hear? Uncle Liu, I want to eat dumplings today!"

"Okay, sir!" Old Liu Tou behind him also bared a mouthful of leaky teeth and smiled happily. And in his impression, since Mo Wunian was born, it was the first time he saw Mo Zhishan smiling so happily.

But it was also the last time. Until he closed his eyes, he only saw that Mo Wunian and Liao Liao had come back a few times, and Mo Zhishan rarely smiled again.