Although he had already read the description of the empty mulberry thousand mountain boats from "Xianlu Zhi", when he saw it with his own eyes, Chen Mo still felt shaken.

This ship is a hundred zhang in the whole body, like the whole giant wood is made, no sail and no oars, but can fly sideways, the bow of the ship is a five-zhang bronze bell, majestic and erect, the shadow under it is sufficient, it seems to stand a lot of figures.

How can mortals imagine that such a huge ship can float in the air, with heaven and earth as the sea, and sail at will?

"In the first year of the first day, the spirit festival will be held, and it will be revealed!"

A clear human voice came from the wooden boat, and then, several sword lights lit up, and the sword flew down, heading straight for the sacrificial hall inside the mountain gate.

Chen Mo and the other outer disciples could only stay outside the mountain gate, and they couldn't see the appearance of the person who came at all, they only knew that this empty mulberry thousand mountain boat was a heavy treasure in the gate, and only the head and elders were qualified to stand on it.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo was a little excited, could his mentor Li Yan also be within these few sword lights?

There was a majestic mountain gate in front of him, and there was nothing to be seen except for the high platform of the temple far away to the east. On this high platform, the huge incense burner candle smoke curled, and there were several figures standing behind it. It can only be seen that the person in white clothes, like a fluttering fairy, must be the senior brother, and the person who stands in front of the senior brother with his hands in his hands must be the master.

As soon as the Thousand Mountains Boat arrived, the disciples outside the mountain gate did not dare to make a mistake and stood in place. Chen Mo was a little disappointed in his heart, he didn't expect that when he saw the master himself for the first time, he could only see his back.

Looking at the tall elders in the distance, Chen Mo suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

That feeling is mysterious and mysterious, like an ethereal hint of induction in the dark. Because he was born with a pure wood spirit root, he took care of the Lingtian on weekdays, and he would also have such a feeling in the face of a Linggu, so he realized a lot of tricks to take care of the Linggu.

At this time, although this kind of induction is very similar to Linggu, the essence is different after all. Linggu's induction to Chen Mo is a hint of warmth in the steadfastness, this kind of induction is secluded and silent, as if he really saw a deep valley stream blooming orchid grass in front of him, hidden in the mist, if he senses it more carefully, he will find that the leaves of this orchid seem to be composed of flames, scorching hot and scorching, and the brocade of flowers is like a dancing fire snake, extremely red and bright. This kind of in-depth induction made Chen Mo shudder, as if he was really burned by this fire-like orchid.

He quickly raised his head and searched a little along the sense, and soon found the source, which came from a figure who was also standing on a high platform.

The man was dressed in a lilac-colored satin shirt, trimmed with colorful flowers, and his flowered skirt was mopping the floor, and his curling figure was actually a woman.

"Female Elder?" Chen Mo muttered to himself in his heart, in his impression, he had never heard of a female elder in his own sect, but if he was not an elder, why did he stand on a high platform, and even stand in front of Senior Brother, a genius in the inner sect?

Unclear in his heart, he raised his eyes again and found that this woman was like a waterfall and green silk, with no hairpin embellishments, wearing a long skirt, but without a flower sachet, simple and neat, far from the secular woman Chen Mo had seen. In his right hand, he held a long sword, the scabbard was white, as if it was made of winter snow, which was beautiful, but the two also complemented each other.

After a closer look, Chen Mo found that this woman's hair was a little sticky, as if she had just come out of the bath, which was heartwarming. When he looked at it from a distance, he felt that he was really looking at a clear orchid in the distance, and his nose seemed to smell a little refreshing fragrance, and he felt that his heart was beating extremely fast, as if he was burned by the flames.

Chen Mo's eyes were slightly different, he didn't know what was wrong with him, he only felt that he didn't even dare to look at the back of this woman, lowered his head and closed his eyes, and silently recited "Yang Yuan Jue". But the trace of feeling in her heart was still there, and the woman didn't seem to be a person, but a precious spiritual plant in the world, which kept attracting Chen Mo's attention. In the end, he couldn't help it, and when he raised his head again, he really saw a few fluttering butterflies coming like looking for fragrance, swirling beside the woman.

From a distance, Chen Mo saw the woman gently raise her hand, as if she was playing with butterfly wings, and was shocked in her heart, who was this woman, who dared to play with butterflies at the solemn and solemn sacrificial spirit festival, and did not see the elders in charge of the family reprimanding her?

The butterfly moved, and the woman seemed to sense something like Chen Mo, and looked back. Due to the distance, Chen Mo didn't know if she was looking at her, but she was very curious about this woman in her heart, so she didn't look away.

At this time, that clear voice came out from the dojo again, interrupting Chen Mo's thoughts, and echoed in the void air.

"The road to heaven is long, and the empty mulberry is walking. Bye!"

Although the sound was not loud, it spread to every corner of Mu Ling Peak. Whether it is inside the dojo or outside the mountain gate, you can hear it clearly.

Chen Mo found that after the word "worship" fell, the disciples knelt down in front of the sacrificial hall one after another, and their foreheads were three inches off the ground, which was exactly the same. Winding mountain road, kneeling down.

Chen Mo didn't want to be a maverick, and he also worshiped the sacrificial hall. The voice soon rang out again.

"Success and non-success are all fate, empty mulberry rhyme. Bye-bye!"

This person's voice is loud, subdued and frustrated, and shocking. Chen Mo's heart was inexplicably throbbing, and he listened carefully to the words in this voice.

"If the sky is with fire, welcome the leaves with it. ”

"If the sky is in calamity, offer your heart to it. ”

"Pull the bones and burn, set the wind and raise its ashes, and I am willing to be empty!"

"Three bows!"

The voice was clear and solemn, and it spread to every corner of the dojo. Most of the disciples who listened to the ears had solemn faces, and with longing in their hearts, they knelt on the ground, and unconsciously shouted in this clear voice:

"Pull the bones and burn, set the wind and raise its ashes, and I am willing to be empty!"

The voices of hundreds of people were unanimous, shaking in unison, majestic and long, Chen Mo bowed towards the spiritual position of the ancestors of the sacrificial hall like everyone else, but did not speak.

Although he had never studied in a private school, he also understood the meaning of this sacrificial word because the village chief carefully taught him to read and write.

"Kong-san, Kong-san, it turns out that is what it means. Chen Mo muttered in his heart, but he didn't dare to agree with the words of sacrifice.

The sky sent fire, and instead of dodging, he took the initiative to meet it with leaves, and the sky sent a disaster, and he actually suffered it reverently and silently.

Even if God pulls out the trunk and heart, breaks it and burns it, he still has to help raise the ashes with the wind. Chen Mo shook his head, his cultivation was low, his knowledge was shallow, and he didn't know what the sky was and what the rules of the heavenly dao were, but he knew that even if the wild dogs in the village were forced to be in a hurry, they would bite people, let alone people, let alone cultivators?

Chen Mo's talent is clumsy, every step of his cultivation has exhausted his hard work, and with the help of his senior brother, although he has just broken through the first level of Qi cultivation, he can be regarded as officially entering the ranks of cultivators.

He didn't think that all this had anything to do with God, coupled with the experience of being beaten by robbers after leaving the village more than a year ago, and being beaten by evil servants and almost buried alive, Chen Mo felt that God probably didn't exist.

Even if there really is a God, I am afraid that it is also a wicked person, otherwise how could it turn a blind eye to all this?

"Rite over!"

The clear voice interrupted Chen Mo's thoughts again, he looked up, and saw the candle smoke on the high platform, rising in the air, the wind could not disperse, and from a distance, it looked like a giant tree growing towards the sky.

There was no longer a figure on the high platform, the elders didn't know when they left, the shadow was no longer there, and the spirit plant-like sense had disappeared, Chen Mo shook his palm, but he couldn't pinch anything, and there was a trace of inexplicable loneliness in his heart. In the air, the huge Thousand Mountain Boat moved slowly, without the slightest sound, and sailed towards the outside of Muling Peak, which was really wonderful.

After a while, a disciple wearing a ceremonial crown opened a gap in the mountain gate and told the outer disciples that they could leave on their own, and hundreds of people began to descend the mountain one after another. Chen Mo remembered his senior brother's advice, did not leave, and sat quietly on the futon, but two or three hours had passed, the sky was getting dark, and the closed mountain gate was never opened again.

Senior brother Xu is had already left with Qianshanzhou to inspect many spiritual fields, and it was inconvenient to inform himself, Chen Mo thought, and found that the last disciple on the mountain road had also gone down the mountain, so he gave up waiting and went down the mountain.

Mu Ling Peak is extremely high, and now Chen Mo's cultivation has reached the first level of Qi cultivation, and his foot strength is no longer comparable to usual, and it still takes half an hour of work. After chatting with the last disciple, I learned that after this spiritual festival, the spiritual fields will be harvested uniformly, and the spiritual planting boy needs to go to the miscellaneous courtyard to receive new seeds for the coming year.

Chen Mo had been to the miscellaneous courtyard, and it was on a partial peak outside Cuiping Peak, and this time he was also on the way, so he was ready to pick it up together.

Most of the Linggu are just inferior products, barely reaching the yellow level, and the seeds are naturally not too cherished. In addition, Chen Mo was wearing a green shirt brought by his senior brother, and he was not subjected to any difficulty when he received the seeds, and even the disciple in charge of the distribution thought that he was a Lingzhi boy, and he looked at him and gave him an extra grain seed.

Because Chen Mo's jade sickle was shattered by the colorful thunder and lightning in the fog in that mysterious place, he had to make up a reason for accidentally losing the cliff when he reclaimed it by the way, but it didn't arouse suspicion.

When I returned to the main peak of Cuiping and my residence, it was already high in the moon. Chen Mo habitually checked the Spirit Valley first, the spiritual field shield that protected the Spirit Valley had not been opened, and the spirit plant that had been carefully taken care of for a year did not have any stalks left, and the entire spiritual field was empty.

"That's all harvested?"

Seeing Linggu sprout from sowing seeds, to bearing heavy ears of grain, and then to the point where there is nothing in the field now, Chen Mo has a sense of loss and is very unaccustomed to it.

He stepped forward to pick up the spiritual soil, put it in his hand and rubbed it, the fine soil spilled from his fingers, and the spiritual valley he planted did not even leave a single thin root. In Muyan Village, Chen Mo also often goes to the fields to harvest, and he knows that it is thankless to uproot the grain, and the best thing is to cut the stalks with a sickle and then slowly pick up the ears of grain. The broken roots and stems are turned back into the soil and fed back to the fields for a better harvest in the coming year.

Now in the field, not to mention the remnants, there is not even a trace of fine roots left, which makes Chen Mo secretly shocked, the methods of the immortal gate are different from the world.

He simply lay on the empty spiritual field, looking up at the bright moon, unconsciously, the emotions in his heart slowly fell silent, and in a trance, he seemed to see a beautiful shadow again, a lilac, a group of butterflies, and the burning orchid...

Thinking of the spirit plant-like induction, Chen Mo was still a little surprised and curious, he didn't know how he could feel that a person was like a spirit plant, could it be that the induction was wrong? Or was the woman carrying a spirit plant on her body, and he didn't find it?

Tomorrow is the day of the Sacrifice Festival, since he can't figure it out, Chen Mo doesn't want to drill the horns anymore, he turned over from the spiritual field, patted the soil of his clothes, looked at the empty spiritual field, and his heart swelled with loneliness.

"If I succeed in cultivating in the future, will Master give me a piece of my own spiritual field?"

Thinking of this, he suddenly shook his head again and smiled bitterly. Lingtian is precious, Chen Mo is not unaware, he has been in the mountain for a year, but he has never even seen his master, how can he ask for these?

Besides, now that he is only given a piece of the task of taking care of the inferior field, it has caused the other disciples to be dissatisfied and discuss it in private. If you are really given a piece of your own spiritual field, then you will not be approached by people, pointing at your nose and scolding?

What's more, with his own qualifications, will he really be able to cultivate in the future?

By the moonlight, Chen Mo sighed, and walked towards the bamboo house, only hoping that the spirit valley he planted could be harvested a lot, and he would have the qualifications to continue to take care of the spirit field in the coming year.