There is no time in the mountains, and it is easy to pass away when you practice.

When this night, when the first snow was ushered in in the mountains, Chen Mo suddenly realized that he had come to the Kongsang Immortal Gate for almost a year, and in terms of secular time, it was almost the first month, and it was time to celebrate the so-called New Year's Festival.

"New Year's Festival..."Chen Mo took the credit, and it was rare that he did not continue to practice, but pushed open the door and walked to the courtyard.

The courtyard is quiet, there is only an old well, a rough stone table made by Chen Mo himself with two stone benches, facing the snow and the bright moon, the more lonely.

Chen Mo sighed, all kinds of memories came one after another, the village was poor, but whenever the New Year came, it was always lively, and the fine grains and meat that were reluctant to eat on weekdays would not be stingy on these days, made into sweet fried cakes, fragrant meat and bone broth, so that the air of the whole village was filled with the aroma of food.

As the only male in the village, his parents died since he was a child, but Chen Mo has never been wronged, on days like the New Year's Festival, which family made delicious food, the first one was 'cheap' Chen Mo, thinking back to the annual New Year's Festival, which day did he not eat with a round stomach?

Thinking of this, homesickness mixed with bitterness poured into Chen Mo's heart, and he couldn't help but take out the red rope hanging around his neck and hold the bead tied to the red rope tightly.

Leaving his hometown at the age of fourteen, he is now a fifteen teenager, because the return date is far away, this bead has become the only thought, holding it, as if holding the soil of his hometown, heavy nostalgia.

Under the moonlight, this bead is still like this, not bright, not exquisite, inconspicuous, but Chen Mo's hand held it warmly, put it back into his arms, and warmly ironed Chen Mo's homesickness.

"There are three layers of Qi training. Chen Mo walked out of the courtyard slowly, and unconsciously walked towards his spiritual field, and his heart was also heavy.

If it is an ordinary disciple of the Mountain Sect, it will only take three years at most to cultivate to the third level of Qi cultivation, but what about himself? Now it seems that the first level of Qi cultivation is about to break through. In fact, Chen Mo knew that it was thanks to the many cares of his senior brother that he had squeezed out a part of his cultivation resources and gave them to Chen Mo every once in a while, so that he finally felt that he was about to break through.

Speaking of which, his own cultivation resources are not bad compared to some outer disciples, after all, as one of the most talented disciples of the Empty Sang Immortal Sect, where will the cultivation resources he get?

But even if Senior Brother allowed himself to break through the first level of Qi cultivation in this way, what would happen from now on? With such a dull asset, he had consumed resources equivalent to that of an outer disciple, and it would take a year to get close to breaking through the first level of Qi training, and he would only be afraid of more consumption in the future.

Senior Brother is a genius, but the cultivation resources that the Kongsang Immortal Sect can provide him seem to be abundant, but in fact, they are not enough for Senior Brother to use, and he has been a drag? Even if he has worked twice as hard as others, what about the four hours when the daily cultivation of the "Nourishing Yuan Jue" has almost reached the limit?

Thinking of Ye Piaoling, Chen Mo was moved and entangled in his heart, deeply complaining about his inferior qualifications, and wanted to get started for a year for a while, but he didn't see the master who saved him that day, and he didn't know when he would see him?

In the midst of many complicated thoughts, Chen Mo had already come to his spiritual field.

Under the shield, the spirit valley in the spirit field was already pale and yellow, and the huge ears of grain pressed every spirit valley to bend down, only seeing this scene made Chen Mo feel a little comforted in his heart.

Master and brother are kind, Chen Mo doesn't know how to get repaid, only this Lingtian is well managed, can they have a light on their faces, right?

Thinking of this empty mulberry fairy gate, although there is no New Year's festival to pass, but three days later, there is a major festival of the empty mulberry fairy gate - the spirit festival, I just hope that the time comes...

Thinking of this, Chen Mo quietly clenched his fists, as a person who grew up in the village, he thought he was dull in other things, but it was not his duty to take care of the fields?

Just as Chen Mo was pondering, a figure dressed in white came down from the mountain from a distance, and his pace seemed to be slow, but in fact, in a moment, he was already close to where Chen Mo was.

In the cold night, the sound of footsteps coming from the snow had already alarmed Chen Mo, and when he saw the comer, he couldn't help but smile slightly, and strode towards the comer.

The person who came was Ye Piaoling, and when he saw Chen Mo's figure rushing over, a smile also appeared on his indifferent face.

"Slow down, the road is slippery in the first snow. Ye Piaoling's mouth was still cold and simple, but he patted Chen Mo on the shoulder in a habitual manner.

"I'm also a cultivator, and I fell when it snowed, wouldn't it make people laugh?" Chen Mo replied casually, but his heart was warm.

"This hour is the best time to practice, why are you in a daze outside the spiritual field?" Ye Piaoling walked towards Chen Mo's house, and asked in his mouth.

Chen Mo didn't know how to answer, saying that he was homesick, would the senior brother be disappointed that his cultivation heart was not strong?

Fortunately, Ye Piaoling didn't ask too much, but walked forward silently, Chen Mo followed behind, until the small courtyard of the house, Ye Piaoling stopped, sat down next to the stone table, and beckoned Chen Mo to sit over.

"These are things for you. A total of half a catty of Spirit Valley, three Spirit Gathering Pills. It's enough for you to break through. After sitting down, Ye Piaoling took out a few things from the storage bag and put them on the table.

Chen Mo was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "Senior brother, this, this is inevitably too much." I'm stupid, this, it's a waste..."

Speaking of this, Chen Mo's voice became smaller, and he couldn't help but lower his head, Ye Piaoling's brows furrowed slightly, but his voice was already serious: "Even if my Ye Piaoling's junior brother has dull qualifications, he must have the power to protect himself in this Empty Sang Immortal Sect! In addition, Master Retreat once told me that even if you can't go far on the path of cultivation, you won't end up being ridiculed and have no power to protect yourself. ”

"Senior brother..."Chen Mo's throat rolled, his heart was already hot, grateful.

"Take it. "Ye Piaoling doesn't like to be verbose.

Chen Mo no longer hesitated, and took the things on the table, the man's husband, if he has kindness, he will repay it, so why bother pushing and shoving, and be hypocritical in the details?

Seeing that Chen Mo accepted the things on the table, Ye Piaoling's expression slowed slightly, and he opened his mouth and ordered: "Originally, I wanted to give you four spirit gathering pills, but I had no choice..."

"However, with half a catty of Spirit Valley, plus three Spirit Gathering Pills, it is enough for you to take it one after another when you are about to break through the induction. ”

Chen Mo nodded heavily, Linggu is fine, although it is also precious to the disciples of the Kongsang Immortal Sect, but he can always get some every month. However, each refinement of the Spirit Gathering Pill costs three catties of Spirit Valley, supplemented by other precious herbs in the world, and it is even more difficult to refine, and non-core disciples, sect elders cannot enjoy it.

As the most important disciple of the sect, Ye Piaoling can only get five per month, and it is far from enough for his own cultivation, but now he has saved three for himself, which is extremely difficult, and he must not waste it.

Seeing that Chen Mo listened to the advice, Ye Piaoling nodded lightly, and then stood up, he was a genius, but his cultivation was also hard, and he couldn't delay too much.

Chen Mo understood, so he got up to see him off, and when he walked to the courtyard gate, Ye Piaoling suddenly stopped, glanced at Chen Mo deeply, and then spoke: "I think you are restless tonight, you must be worried about the Spirit Festival in three days." ”

"I know that on the day of the Spiritual Festival, all the mature spiritual fields will be harvested uniformly. Senior brother..."Speaking of this, Ye Piaoling paused slightly.

Chen Mo raised his head, but saw that Ye Piaoling had already left, and only one sentence floated in the snow: "I have explored all the spiritual fields that planted the Spirit Valley for you, and you are already very good." I am very relieved. ”

Chen Mo suddenly grasped the things that Ye Piaoling handed over to him, and I was very comforted, but it made Chen Mo's heart really feel a little comforted.