Lin Mochen's hands were clutching a pair of furry ears, his snow-white body was shaking in the air, and his mouth seemed to be shaking with fear.

Raising the rabbit in his hand, Lin Mochen said happily: "Such a fat rabbit, lunch has been settled." ”

It didn't take long for him to be happy, and the rabbit changed hands, and at this time he was being held in front of his lower abdomen by Nangong Zhu, "Such a cute little animal, you are so cruel!"

Looking at the other party's extremely gentle appearance, Lin Mochen was a little dumbfounded.

It's understandable that snake meat is not eaten, after all, this long worm is still a little disgusting. But isn't it a bit too much to treat rabbits like this, and you're not from the Animal Protection Society.

"Nangong, what are you doing here, protecting a rabbit?"

Lin Mochen also wanted to say some cruel words, but he was still a little afraid of Nangong Zhu.

A flute, mysterious, at least he doesn't dare to provoke easily.

"It's not impossible!" Nangong Zhu didn't raise his head, just stared at the rabbit in his arms.

Come on, it's unreasonable, what can I do?

"You're a bit like ......" Lin Mochen said halfway before he stopped and continued walking.

"Go ahead. Nangong Zhu put the rabbit on the ground and chased after it, "Like what?"

"Like ......" since he didn't say it, of course he couldn't go on, "I'm thinking about where to find a four-like one, and then kill it for lunch." The path of cultivation is difficult and hard, and no wine and no food is considered unintentional. ”

Nangong Zhucai didn't care about him dragging the text, and said with disdain: "It's obvious that I'm obsessed with appetite, and I still say it so justifiably." I haven't heard of that general interested in this!"

Hearing Nangong Zhu's contempt, Lin Mochen also sighed in his heart, the two of them had no common topic, and they felt a little worried about such a donkey friend, so they didn't want to break up halfway! Do you have the high morality of Tang Seng, the tight mantra of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and the golden hoop stick of Sun Wukong.

Mo Simo is not worried, and he walks and watches and is free.

"Nangong, you asked me about the purpose of cultivation before, so what is the purpose of your cultivation?"

Since you are not prepared to worry about it, let some people worry about it.

The purpose of Lin Mochen's cultivation is to survive, a very simple and important goal.

But for Nangong Zhu, there doesn't seem to be a problem in surviving, and he doesn't even have to think about this.

For this kind of people who have no worries about survival, their ideals often go beyond the most basic survival needs and reach a higher realm.

Sure enough, Nangong Zhu frowned at first, and then a layer of mist appeared in his eyes.

"Cultivation may be able to gain more life, but what is the true meaning of life, everyone will have their own answer, some people are fond of women and pursue beautiful wives and concubines every day, some people are fond of money and property, and they are making money all the time, and some people are fond of playing games in the world and using every minute and second to taste life...... No matter what kind of choice you make, it's just worthy of your own heart, not the kind of step-by-step progress. Brother Nangong is not a layman, so he naturally has his own ideas, but he may rarely examine them.

Since we are destined to be together, and you mentioned the purpose of cultivation, I also hope that Brother Nangong can gain something, instead of being transcendent every time. It is good to have a noble status, but a bad background does not necessarily mean that you cannot be noble. ”

When it comes to his identity, Lin Mochen can't help but think of his life, he didn't know what to do for twenty or thirty years, and what was even more terrifying was that he didn't know where to go, trapped in one business, trapped in one house.

Now I have a goal, but it is more distant than the childhood dreams of my previous life.

Lin Mochen took out his heavy sword, carved out a clearing under a tree, sat down, and quietly looked at Nangong Zhu, who had lost his luster in his eyes.

Caught in thought, it was difficult for him to get out of his own world for a while.

Lin Mochen is not confused, but he can't see himself clearly, his style and attitude.

"Old Tomb, can I still go back?"

Finally, I couldn't help it and asked.

Mu Lao has been shirking before, he can't see his future, there is no practice suitable for him, and he has rarely given him guidance.

Even the things that were in the acupuncture points from his hands before were his own painstaking requests.

The path of cultivation without guidance is destined to be confused and lonely.

"Live!"

Mu Lao's voice unexpectedly sounded in his head.

"I know how to live, but I don't know how to live!"

Lin Mochen lifted his confusion, he had no enemies, no desire to take risks, except for accidents, he couldn't think of any reason why he couldn't live.

"Finding that person and taking out your own soul seed is the first step to your survival. ”

Looking for the Bearer, this is what he really means in the Zombie Country, and if there is any, it is to collect the Three Soul Wood and the Seven Star Stone by the way.

It's just that he hasn't understood these things well and hasn't taken them to heart.

Excluding this, he still has a problem, thinking of this problem, he can't help but smile slightly bitterly: "How big is the zombie country, how can I succeed with that little induction?"

Even if a person is stationary, Lin Mochen can't find it, let alone a living zombie.

The next moment, Mu Laobian brought him good news.

"I've found the supporter, but the difficulty is that your strength is far from enough. ”

Impossible, this was Lin Mochen's first reaction. Although his own cultivation is smooth, he has also learned from various classics and even other people that the growth of zombies is extremely difficult.

Not to mention the levels, if the accumulation of each realm takes them a lot of time.

"I am at the peak of the eight generations of generals, and my strength is comparable to the six generations of generals. ”

He did not shout with a thick neck, but spoke extremely calmly.

"Spiritual matters are unpredictable. You have the life of man, but he also has your soul. Although he doesn't have as much chance as you, the benefits he can achieve are not comparable to ordinary zombies. Let's practice well!"

Mu Lao's voice was a little disappointed, because Lin Mochen's growth did not meet his expectations.

He attaches more importance to the growth of the soul than strength.

"What kind of cultivation is he?"

Although he was unwilling to accept it, he could only admit the existence of the other party.

"Cultivation is not only about strength, but more importantly, about state of mind. ”

Even if Lin Mochen was heartless, he could hear that Mu Lao was dissatisfied with him.

Mood?I've never heard of zombies having a state of mind, could it be that I went mad and disappointed the tomb old man before?

In this way, I have indeed lost my heart.

But how to cultivate the state of mind?

"Tomb Elder, how can I improve my state of mind so that I can control my power?"

As soon as he finished asking, a picture suddenly fell into Lin Mochen's mind.

At night, it was as dark as ink, everything was silent, and there was another golden moon on the head, but the bright moon had no extra light except for its own light.

The moon was suppressed by darkness! This was an inexplicable thought in Lin Mochen's heart.

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