"Sir, but you're a cultivator?" asked Mu Chuan after a long time.

Silence spread between the two, the moon locust flowers were still slowly falling, Mu Chuan looked at Mr. Mo's eyes, and the latter was the same, Mr. Mo saw hope, frost, and deep hatred in Mu Chuan's eyes.

Just when Mu Chuan couldn't help but speak again, Mr. Mo replied and said: "The shortest chapter in the book "Kyushu Miscellaneous Talks" in my study, do you remember?" Mu Chuan nodded, he had indeed read that book, it was one of the few leisure books in Mr. Mo's place, and in his spare time, he would always turn it over a few times, and the strange things described in the book opened the eyes of the young man.

The book not only describes many bizarre people and things, but that one, only a few strokes, the whole article only has one sentence: life is different, there is no yuan and no yuan, a hundred years later, there is no earth, and some become immortals.

The title of the article is Practitioner.

"Yes, I am a cultivator, and you have seen my magic weapon when you came back from Qingping Town," Mr. Mo's palm lightly covered the small jade pendant on his waist, and when he flipped it over, a small jade boat was already floating in the direction of about half an inch in his palm, "This thing is called the Jade Lotus Boat." With that, the palm of his hand was lightly sent, and the jade boat slowly flew forward, and gradually increased at a speed visible to the naked eye, and when it flew to a distance of twenty steps in front of the two of them, it had become the quaint appearance that Mu Chuan had seen that day.

Seeing this scene again, Mu Chuan was still amazed, he was restless in his heart that day, and his attention was not on Mr. Mo at all, although this thing appeared out of thin air, Mu Chuan still held back the doubts in his heart. It's just Mr. Mo's secret, if Mr. wants to say it, he will naturally tell him, but he never thought that when he returned to his homeland, he encountered such a big change, and fate gave him a teacher who was karmic and puzzled, but he took away his parents who gave him body hair and skin.

Seeing this, Mu Chuan smiled miserably and said softly: "The student knew that Mr. was not an ordinary person, but he never thought that he was such an immortal figure. According to the old Wang Tou, who picked up Mr. Mo, when he saw Mr. Mo that day, there was no good skin on his body, and there were several deep wounds that could be seen. Thinking back to this, Mu Chuan shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, could it be that the blind fortune teller who traveled in the past was right to say that I was a lone star?

Mr. Mo waved his sleeve robe lightly, and took the jade boat back into the jade pendant before he spoke: "Don't you want to take revenge?"

The boy's body trembled slightly, his fists clenched, and his nails had sunk into his palms. It hurts, this is how the teenager feels now, not only in the palm of his hand, but also in the beating heart in his chest.

"Yes. The young voice trembled slightly.

"I have the ability. The old man's voice was as calm as water.

The young man raised his head violently, and the light in his eyes instantly bloomed made Mr. Mo feel a little dazzling, this light had never been so dazzling before. But then, the light dimmed, and the young man's eyes drooped slightly: "I know that Mr. has this ability." I have also had such thoughts, but the student is also a man, and I will finish it with my own hands! The student thinks that he can be the official of this party's parents, and within five years, he will definitely escort all the bandits around him to the execution ground......!"

"Regulations, Fadu, hahahaha..."Before Mu Chuan finished speaking, Mr. Mo, who heard this word, laughed loudly.

"Do you know what a cultivator is?"

"Do you know what ordinary people are in the eyes of cultivators?"

"Do you know what the rules and regulations are among cultivators?"

Three in a row, do you know that from Mr. Mo's mouth, the expression of Gujing Wubo in the past was also a little distorted, and an invisible aura emanated from Mr. Mo's body, and even the falling acacia flowers were stagnant in the air, "First... Sir", fortunately, this aura came and went quickly, and the young man who was shocked by Mr. Mo's crazy aura was able to breathe heavily, like a drowning person.

Seeing the young man like this, Mr. Mo felt a little guilty, and he really couldn't let go of that knot in his heart. softened his tone: "A cultivator is a person who goes against the sky, and the creation of heaven and earth cleanses himself and makes himself stronger. With a slight movement of his left hand, a half-foot-long ice blade was formed at the fingertips, and with a slight movement of his arm, the ice blade shot out towards a boulder, and the imaginary scene of the ice blade shattering did not appear, but the boulder was attached to a layer of frost, and after the ice blade collided, irregular cracks covered the surface of the boulder, and after a while, it turned into pieces of broken stone and scattered on the ground.

"Cultivators, it is not an exaggeration to say that there is nothing in a thousand miles, even if it is a low-level person, it is not a problem to break stones and gold, and there are even more advanced ones, who can move mountains and seas. Mr. Mo seemed to already know the fate of the boulder, and said lightly, "The most important thing for a cultivator is, of course, to improve his strength and work hard to cultivate, but there are people with limited talents who can't go further, and these people are only the lowest level of existence in the cultivation world, just like the worker bees in the hive. But if you put them in a small secular country, they are terrible killing machines. After a pause, Mr. Mo continued, "Every country will spare no effort to recruit cultivators, whether they are good or bad, old or young. "The one who speaks is very clear, but how can the one who listens not understand?

Mu Chuan, who heard this, suddenly turned pale, and asked hoarsely after a long time: "Mr. said, the thief ......?"

Mr. Mo didn't speak, and the answer was self-evident. The sea breeze in the middle of the night was a little strong, blowing the young man's thin clothes and hunting, and Mu Chuan couldn't tell whether it was cold or cold. In the past, the head of the spiritual light seemed to be poured into the mud and sand, and it was groggy, but there seemed to be a glimmer of light flashing, by the way, the rules and regulations, since the world cannot sanction, then use the rules and regulations in the cultivation world, the young man raised his head violently, and when he looked into Mr. Shangmo's eyes, it was also the latter who opened his mouth to say the third answer you know.

"The weak eat the strong, and the strong are respected. He patted the young man on the shoulder, "But the man is no longer around here, and there is no trace of this breath within a radius of ten miles." ”

Hearing this, Mu Chuan's heart slowly sank again, this law can certainly make him take revenge, but in the vast sea of people, how should he find it, is it difficult to delay Mr. Mo's time for three and five years? Or rely on himself as a weak scholar who has no power to restrain the chicken? He is the cultivator who has no one in a thousand miles? Thinking of this, Mu Chuan suddenly felt that his life was bleak.

Mr. Mo took in the changes in Mu Chuan's expression and shook his head: "I don't have any time left, Mu Chuan, you can only rely on yourself for revenge." ”

When Mu Chuan heard this, his heart was bitter, and he asked: "Sir, that thief is a cultivator, even if I enter the court as an official, I may not be able to help him, what should I do." ”

Mr. Mo stood with his hands in his hands and said lightly, "Did I say that you can't become a cultivator?"

Before Mu Chuan could ask, I was interrupted by Mr. Mo: "I will talk to you about those things in detail in the future, but the world of cultivators is far from the scenery you imagined, and you not only have to fight with the sky, but also with people." All kinds of conspiracies emerge in an endless stream, and the person who stabs you is not only your enemy. When Mr. Mo said this, he sighed lightly in his heart, "It may also be your dearest and loved one." ”

Hearing this, Mu Chuan clenched his fists again, even if this road is blocked by the sky, it will go against the sky, even if the gods block it, it will destroy the gods!

"Can you think about it?"

The silver-gray moonlight sprinkled on the crown of the locust tree, casting a patch of mottle. The cool sea breeze caressed the leaves, and the gentle friction converged into a peaceful nocturne, just like before, the young man remembered softly in his heart.

"Even if there is no life, the students will also go!"