Rubbing his temples that were a little painful, Mu Chuan was a little depressed, and there were so many bad things to report for. Although the gray-robed director in the back was furious and threatened with the exam quota, the two were still counted as a draw, but this grudge was still settled, and there was little friction when they met in the future. But Mu Chuan didn't care too much, Mr. Mo said, don't be arrogant, but can't be arrogant, if you cower and admit your mistake, don't say how Mr. Mo should think after he knows, he can't get over it.

On the side of the avenue in the town, there is a tall carriage parked, the body of the exquisite craftsmanship is crossed by the golden light from time to time under the direct sunlight, if there is a craftsman who is immersed in the way of carpentry passing by, it will be shocked, first of all, this process is how ingenious, just this body made of gold silk locust wood, all make people red, the ancient book has contained: its wood grain has gold wire, when it meets the light, it flashes, its pattern is like a mountain, such as a tiger and leopard, bright like a cloud brocade, its noble and gorgeous, breathtaking. The beautiful texture also makes it more expensive than gold, and it is not an exaggeration to call it "the royal family in the wood". The scale horse of the cart is different from the ordinary black scale horse, this horse is snow-white, the body is finely scaled in the sun, the jade light is tactful, and the god is abnormally handsome.

The curtain was lifted slightly, and a resentful eye stared at the young man who walked out of the door. "Mu Chuan, Young Master Ben is looking forward to seeing you in the future, don't let me down!" the horse's hooves struck the stone road crisply, and gradually moved away.

The sun has gone west, and there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, Mu Chuan didn't spend much effort looking for Mr. Mo outside, Mr. Mo asked about the registration situation and didn't say anything more, and took Mu Chuan to prepare to find an inn, Mu Chuan hesitated, Mr. Mo didn't look back, only spit out two words: "Rich." Mu Chuan smiled, didn't ask more, and followed.

It was night, in Qingping Town, a mansion in the east of the town was brightly lit, and in an exquisite attic, there was a sound of broken porcelain.

"I'm really angry with Young Master Ben, this country dog has made me lose face, and that waste!" The only son of the richest man in Qingping Town, Wang Hao is angry in the room.

"The young master is angry, and the little one will go and give him a long memory now. "The person who spoke was a sturdy man, dressed in short clothes, and his face was fierce when he spoke, and he was not a good man.

Wang Hao glared at the man, and said disdainfully: "Think about it with your pig brain, if something happens to him tonight, can I get rid of it?" Although my Wang family is not afraid of this trouble, the examiners from the capital have been living in the town recently, and they have all given me some restraint recently, don't poke out any baskets." After scolding the man, Wang Hao felt a lot more relaxed, turned around and sat back on the chair, and picked up a cup of tea: "Clean him up, there will be opportunities in the future." ”

"Jiji, it's a little difficult to clean him up, I think his literary talent is slightly better than yours, and if he is an official, he is not much lower than you. There was a hoarse voice in the room.

Wang Hao's wrist flicked, and the suppressed fire rose again, and shouted: "Which slave who doesn't open his eyes, Ah Da will break his leg and throw it to feed the wolf!" However, the usually capable man was silent, and Wang Hao looked at the door in confusion, only to see the black and thin man standing next to the door lying on the ground softly at some point, not knowing life or death.

In a secret shock, his eyes swept the house, but he found no one else. Wang Hao swallowed his saliva with difficulty, this man looks inconspicuous, but his fist kung fu is really good, the three or five big men are not close to him, he is like this, he... But at this time, a glimmer of light flashed in his flustered mind, and his heart slowly calmed down under the rotation of his brain.

"This good man, visit at night, but what's the difficulty? The person who comes is a guest, why don't you show up and call someone to set a table, and you and I will talk about it at the banquet?" he said politely, but the palm of his hand was quietly retracted into the sleeve robe.

"That crossbow in your sleeve can't hurt me. ”

This slightly mocking sentence fell on Wang Hao's ears is not abnormal like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, this crossbow machine is made by a capable person in the capital entrusted by his father, the power is huge, the ordinary cowhide shield can not be blocked within ten steps, and the entire Wang family who knows that he is deeply hidden in the crossbow machine is no more than five people.

"Haohan, you also know the status of my Wang family in Qingping Town, if you want money, my Wang family can be satisfied. This time, Wang Hao was really panicked, but thinking of his own background, he still forced himself to calm down.

"The heart is good, but I don't know if the quality of the metabody is also good. ”

Wang Hao still thinks that he has a good heart, and as the future head of the family, he must be indispensable for training in this area, but what does this mysterious voice mean by this sentence?

"Oh, you know the cultivators?" the hoarse voice was a little surprised.

"I once heard my dad say that. Wang Hao traced the source of the sound, but it was a little ethereal.

"Boy, you know a lot, you guessed it. Behind, the hoarse voice raised a few degrees, and it was self-evident that it was high above.

The source of the hoarse voice can be so arrogant, and there is naturally a reason for him. Between heaven and earth, there are some people who are above ordinary people, and that is the cultivators. Not everyone can become a cultivator, first of all, they must have the qualifications to cultivate.

And this qualification is the metabody.

There is a kind of energy free between heaven and earth, called Yuan Qi, and people with Yuan Body can absorb it to improve themselves, some people are born with Yuan Body, and some people are closed to the five senses, but it is not inevitable to have Yuan Body and become a practitioner.

If a person who is born with a Yuan Body does not absorb the Yuan Qi and cultivate himself, the impurities he absorbs and eats will clog the meridians, and over time, the Yuan Body will naturally be obscured by everyone. Therefore, the sects in the cultivation world will naturally look for the Yuan Body every certain number of years to replenish fresh blood.

Wang Hao's heart can be described as magnificent, but he didn't expect to meet a cultivator. The candlelight flickered, Wang Hao was silent for a while, opened his mouth, and his voice was a little hoarse: "So... What do you mean by looking for me..."

The window opened without wind, and in the night, only a dark shadow stood above the eaves.

"You're smart. The voice of the black shadow did not mean to be stingy with praise, "You do have the opportunity to become a cultivator, but whether you are a genius or a mediocre talent can only be known in the sect." The black shadow chuckled, and then said: "But, what does it matter, as long as it is, then he is an ant in your eyes, I think, pinch an ant to death, no one should notice." ”

At the same time, in an ordinary inn in Qingping Town.

As usual, in his spare time, Mr. Mo always sat cross-legged with strange handprints, and at this time Mr. Mo had already gone outside to feel his so-called nature

In the room, unlike Wang Hao's anger, our protagonist was lying on the bed bored at this time, and Mr. Mo asked not to bring out a book, saying that my students don't need to sharpen their guns. Mu Chuan was a little speechless, although grinding the gun was unfavorable, it was also bright.

Dark clouds obscured the moon, the night was a little dark, and the dim light threw itself into the embrace of darkness and was torn apart.

"Hmm—" There was a low snort from the corner, mixed with a little pain.

"Come out. Mr. Mo opened his eyes. In the dark, there was no movement.

"Do you want the old man to please you?" The end of the words has a faint sense of authority.

Footsteps sounded, and a burly figure emerged from the edge of the darkness. "Friend, down there..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mr. Mo interrupted him: "You don't have to report your intentions, a foundation building realm is not worth knowing." The figure was shocked, thinking that the other party was at the same level as him, and he suffered a small loss under his carelessness, but he didn't expect the other party to see through his own realm, and this kind of strength must be much higher than himself.

"Don't beat his idea," Mr. Mo's plain eyes flashed a trace of warmth, and it was fleeting, "Otherwise, not only you, but also your senior brother, will not see the sun tomorrow." Before the words fell, an invisible wave of qi dispersed, and the weeds in the courtyard lay on the ground, as if something had pressed down in the air.

There was a small "click", and a blue brick under the figure's feet spread out a spiderweb-like crack, and there seemed to be a thousand pounds of boulders on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe smoothly.

The strength of the thin old man in front of him is far beyond what he imagined before! The figure gradually bent his knees, thinking that he could not withstand the power of Mr. Mo, and the man's heart was even more bitter, wanting to escape, his feet were rooted like old trees, he couldn't move, he wanted to ask for mercy, his mouth was open like a fish out of water, and he exhaled weakly.

"You can go. Mr. Mo's tone was as flat as ever, and the sense of suppression that made him powerless to resist disappeared.

"Through!" the man fell to his knees feebly, breathing heavily like a broken bellows. The night breeze blew softly, bringing him not comfort, but the bone-chilling feeling behind him! Steady his weak legs, and saluted Mr. Mo with trembling hands: "Thank you, senior." ”

Outside Qingping Town, the moonlight was like water, breathing unrestrained air, and the burly figure felt that at this moment, the feather ascending immortal was nothing more than that.

"Sure enough... Or go back to the world where there are cultivators..."

The boy on the bed, quiet and peaceful.

Mr. Mo looked at the bright moon outside the window and muttered.

"It's time to end it. ”