Although it was night, Chen Mo's house was brightly lit.

The things that could be used for lighting, whether it were oil lamps, candles, or luminite stones, were all lit up by Chen Mo and placed on the table.

In the center of the table is a basin of clear water, and Chen Mo's face is reflected in the water, with a strange expression, as if excited, full of doubts, but excited, all kinds of emotions are mixed, so that Chen Mo's face is red from his forehead to the base of his neck, until there is a reddish patch on his open chest, but there is a strange cyan pattern in the red.

The pattern resembled a whirlpool in the water, and like the center of a tornado, but from it it was as if someone had slashed it, and the edge of the knife was not straight, and it was torn in half.

Is there any profound meaning to this pattern? Chen Mo couldn't think of it, and he had never even seen such a pattern or totem in his memory.

It's really not good-looking, but after watching it for a long time, there is an inexplicable mystery.

Chen Mo's hand reached into the basin of water, and the reflection in the water shattered, and with this cold water, Chen Mo washed his face fiercely.

Water droplets fell along Chen Mo's face, and he knew very well in his heart that this pattern was his bead, which somehow got into his body and left him with a tattoo on his chest.

wiped the water on his face, but Chen Mo smiled excitedly, just now it was a blessing to the soul, or maybe God made him suddenly open his mind for a while, so he subconsciously looked inward to explore himself when he entered the house.

As a result, in his chest, he found a blue light hanging above his heart, and the light was not very clear, but he could vaguely see that the core of the light was his bead.

Not bright, not exquisite, inconspicuous, all the more familiar beads.

After the inner vision was finished, Chen Mo called this basin of water, and when he vaguely saw this cyan pattern, he frantically used all the lighting in the room.

"Well, it's still there. Chen Mo's smile became more and more exaggerated, his hands covering his chest, relieved, but his heart was as hot as fire.

With his knowledge, he is not stupid, and he can basically judge that the mysterious place he has entered has something to do with this bead.

If this is the truth, what does that mean? Chen Mo's heart was beating hard, his throat was also tight, and no matter what else, there was such a mysterious space in a bead, it was not the legendary Treasure of Heavenly Forging?

It should be the treasure of the heavens! I think of the fog of that mysterious place, the five-colored thunder and lightning, the strange water, and the land full of life.... Chen Mo affirmed his judgment more and more.

What is the treasure of heaven? The mustard seeds that can accept Sumeru, and the Bodhi seeds that can make people realize the Tao are all there, and there is a clear record of a sentence in the "Empty Mulberry Immortal Road Chronicles"

"Haha. Thinking of this, Chen Mo finally laughed out loud, just like he got the chicken leg to eat when he was a child, and he got a toy bow when he was a child.

He has seen few treasures, and when he arrived at the Kongsang Immortal Gate, he was nothing more than seeing that kind of Tian's spiritual tool, and he had been making a fuss for a long time.

Now, even if this bead is really not in the category of the Heavenly Treasure, he is happy to imagine it, and even affirms that it is the Heavenly Treasure.

So what does this mean? Chen Mo himself didn't know, because he didn't know what this bead was for, the only thing he knew was that there might be a mysterious space in it, but what help could the mysterious space bring him? At least Chen Mo couldn't think of it now.

He is just blindly happy, happy that the bead has not been lost, happy that it is a treasure, happy that he no longer has to worry about the things in that mysterious space, at least understand that it has something to do with his bead.

After being happy like this for a long time, Chen Mo completely calmed down.

The happiness of the young man's heart is sincere, but Chen Mo, who has almost experienced the hardships of the world, does not dare to forget.

He knows that 'the husband is not guilty, but he is guilty', if this is not the case, how could he be robbed of the token given to him by the village chief's grandfather as soon as he left the village?

If it is a treasure, it must not be ostentatious, and the senior brother once inadvertently said, "Now this cultivator is becoming more and more difficult to walk, all because of the scarcity of cultivation resources, and even the fellow disciples of the Sword Washing Pavilion have caused a scandal of killing each other."

What exactly is the scandal, Chen Mo didn't ask, he was not interested in what Sword Washing Pavilion was, he just wanted to plant a good Spirit Valley.

The senior brother was naturally too emotional, and he said it unintentionally, but he didn't talk about it deeply.

Now that he thinks about it, Chen Mo can smell the meaning of his words, it seems that this immortal sect is not an easy place, and it is even better than the world! Otherwise, how could he kill each other for the sake of cultivation resources?

Cultivation resources are nothing more than medicinal herbs, pills and the like, which are not incomparably precious. But what about a treasure like a bead?

Chen Mo's heart became heavy when he thought about it, and he secretly made up his mind that the secret of this bead would be his secret from now on, and he should not be ostentatious, nor should he tell it to those close to him, so as to avoid causing trouble, and even more so to avoid involvement.

This is not an excuse that Chen Mo is unwilling to share, this year in the Kongsang Immortal Gate is not without warmth, at least he is not a Lingzhi boy, but he can be taken care of by Lingtian, all relying on the protection of his senior brother.

Even if the senior brother is a genius in the sect and a core disciple, it has also attracted the displeasure of several inner disciples.

Fortunately, the empty Sangxian Gate, the door rules are the most taboo people fighting each other, pay attention to the love of teachers and brothers. If it is placed in the Sword Washing Pavilion, I am afraid that this mu of spiritual land can cause a big incident.

Thinking of these, how could Chen Mo dare to bet on this pearl treasure, and the senior brother could also protect himself?

The grim reality made Chen Mo completely lose his joy, but instead put away the lighting and calmly began to practice again.

For the first time, he faintly felt that everything in the world was better than relying on his own strength.

For the first time, he began to faintly desire, great power!

Just like this bead, which is his thing, weak as he is, but he can only hide it desperately, for fear of causing trouble and even affecting others......

Therefore, don't think about this bead thing, do a good job now, and practice steadfastly is the right thing. If you remember correctly, tomorrow is over, and it's the 'Festival of the Spirits', right? That's the most important thing to do lately.

A day later.

Before it was dark, the door of Chen Mo's bamboo house was pushed open, and the cold wind mixed with snowflakes poured into the house, making Chen Mo, who was still asleep, wake up all of a sudden.

A fireball lit up in the room, and in the event of a bounce, the candle on the table was lit.

Chen Mo was envious of this hand, and he didn't know when he would be able to send a fireball and spew out a column of water like his senior brother?

"Breakthrough?" The person who came was Ye Piaoling, on such a cold and snowy day, he was still dressed in white, reflecting the snow scene behind him, and he was even more tall and handsome.

Chen Mo nodded, he had long been accustomed to the style of his senior brother's speech.

But Leng Buding was slapped on the shoulder by the senior brother, and quickly looked up, but saw the relief in the senior brother's eyes and the smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Put it on. There was no need to say much between the senior brothers, but after a moment of silence, Ye Piaoling took out a set of cyan clothes from the storage bag.

Compared with the shirt that Chen Mo wore before, this shirt can be described as exquisite, with exquisite dark lines on the neckline and cuffs, but it is not ostentatious.

Chen Mo got up and put on his clothes, but said in his mouth: "Senior brother, do you need to be so solemn? There is no rule to dress up on the Spirit Festival? It's not a girl..."

"Worldly clothes, where can they be called solemn?" Ye Piaoling disagreed, took out two still hot buns and handed them to Chen Mo, and then continued: "After all, today is a grand event in the door, and the master is also out of the customs. I want you to dress brightly. ”