Along the way, Chen Mo walked like a fly, and with his surging cultivation, he soon came to Yunfengfang City.

In front of him is still the bluestone paved street he is familiar with, bustling, Yunfengfang City is as lively and prosperous as ever.

Along the bluestone steps, Chen Mo looked at the shops on both sides, and finally stopped in front of a shop called the 'Imperial Beast Pavilion'.

At this time, the two of them walked out of the Imperial Beast Pavilion, and the black-clothed cultivator said to the green-clothed cultivator: "Fellow Daoists, go slowly, and please come to this pavilion in the future." ”

The young cultivator hummed lightly, flew up, and the white crane flapped its wings, and a long crane chirped, carrying the young cultivator away.

Seeing the young man leaving, the middle-aged man wanted to return to the pavilion, Chen Mo hurriedly stepped forward and clasped his fists slightly, and said slowly: "I've seen Daoyou, but I don't know if Youyou is the steward of this Imperial Beast Pavilion?"

Seeing that the young man in front of him was behaving respectfully, the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel a little good, and he also hugged his fists and saluted back: "Fellow Daoist is polite, it is the steward of this Imperial Beast Pavilion below, please speak inside." "After making a gesture of please, the middle-aged cultivator ushered Chen Mo into the 'Imperial Beast Pavilion'.

Chen Mo no longer greeted, and after entering the inner hall and taking a seat, he went straight to the topic and said: "In the next time, I will travel 5,000 miles, and I will be tired of Taoist friends to recommend one or two." Saying that, he added: "Below, there are not many spirit stones." ”

The middle-aged man smiled when he heard this, and said politely: "Five thousand miles away, it is best to fly spirit beasts, fifty spirit stones, Daoist friends think it is feasible?"

"Fifty spirit stones, I really can't take them out below. Chen Mo bluntly said that the spirit stone was not enough, although he didn't feel embarrassed, he couldn't help but slander: "Why is this rented spirit beast so expensive?"

"Then, I suggest that Daoist friends choose a first-order mid-grade Red Feather Blood Beast, which can travel eight hundred miles a day, and the spirit stones used are not expensive.

If the travel time is short, it can be calculated according to the number of days, and three dollars a day can be used to taste the spirit stone.

If the time is longer, it can be calculated on a monthly basis, six lower grade spirit stones in a month, if there are more than three lower grade spirit stones a day. ”

Chen Mo thought about it, he should be considered suitable on a monthly basis, but it is also six lower-grade spirit stones in one month, and eighteen spirit stones in three months.

But in the past half a year, he has devoted himself to cultivation, and the spirit stones are only consumed, and there is no input, and there are only seven or eight spirit stones hollowed out on his body.

But it doesn't matter, before returning the horse, if you sell something inconsequential, you can also make up enough spirit stones.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Mo had already made up his mind and affirmed: "If you are tired of Daoist, then rent it on a monthly basis, rent it for three months." ”

"Okay, so please come with me to choose. The middle-aged cultivator smiled slightly, and led Chen Mo to the backyard of the Imperial Beast Pavilion.

The backyard of the Royal Beast Pavilion is a lush forest, hundreds of various spirit beasts are neatly divided into one side, white cranes with wings spread, and first-order demon wolves with red and golden hair...... Dozens of spirit beasts came into view, and he was very yearning for it in his heart, and he couldn't wait to hurry up and succeed in his cultivation and catch a spirit beast of his own.

After a short time, the middle-aged cultivator took Chen Mo to dozens of blood-red spirit beasts, these spirit beasts were shaped like horses, but they had a short pair of red flesh wings on both sides, and this spirit beast was also called the Red Feather Blood Beast, also known as the Red Feather Blood Horse.

Red feather blood horses are known for their stamina, so those who are fat and strong are the most suitable for long-distance trekking.

The middle-aged man's eyes swept over the dozens of red-feathered blood beasts that were hissing happily, revealing a satisfied look, and said to Chen Mo with a smile: "Daoist friends, choose one!"

Chen Mo nodded, casually pointed to a horse and said, "That's it." ”

When the middle-aged cultivator heard this, he sent someone to take out the red feather blood horse, and gave Chen Mo a yellow talisman the size of a palm and said, "This talisman is called the Eye Barrier Talisman. ”

"What is the use of the blinding talisman?" Chen Mo asked suspiciously.

"Daoist friends, but this trip is going to pass through mortal dust?" said the middle-aged cultivator with a smile.

Chen Mo frowned slightly, but then nodded as well.

Seeing that Chen Mo seemed to be puzzled, the middle-aged cultivator opened his mouth to explain: "Most of the people who rent the Red Feather Blood Horse by many Daoists are in the mortal dust, because they have this question below, since they have entered the mortal dust, if they are seen by mortals in the wings of the red feather blood horse, they will definitely be disturbed. ”

"For those of us who are cultivators, it's best not to disturb mortals, this blinding talisman is attached to the flesh wings of the Red Feather Blood Horse, and mortals can't see it..."

"I see. Chen Mo nodded, and after getting familiar with the blinding talisman, he also said goodbye and headed towards Muyan Village.

......

Five days later, dusk.

Chen Mo rode alone, and he had already appeared on the boundary less than thirty miles away from Shengyang City.

Looking at the official road leading to Shengyang City from afar, Rao is Chen Mo himself did not expect that it would take him half a month to arrive at this Shengyang City.

Although the distance between Kongsang Immortal Gate and Muyan Village is 5,000 miles, it is a straight-line distance.

Thinking back to the fact that although there was little stop along the way, coupled with the rugged mountain roads, the distance was more than 5,000 miles, plus it was the height of summer, and the scorching sun was on the head, Chen Mo did not dare to use the leased spirit beast recklessly, for fear that it would be difficult to explain if he was tired and sick, so he did not dare to really let the spirit beast run for 800 miles in one day.

Therefore, it took only half a month to arrive at Shengyang City, which is more than 4,000 miles away.

Fortunately, after Shengyang City, within 500 miles, you can return to Muyan Village, which you think about day and night.

In this way, even if you stop to buy some things in Shengyang City tonight, you can rush back to Muyan Village in a day or two at most.

Although it is like an arrow, it is necessary to prepare something for the villagers.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo clamped the horse's belly, and without stopping for a moment, he galloped towards Shengyang City, until he arrived outside Shengyang City, Chen Mo grabbed the reins and stopped the horse.

Winter Jade Lake!

Chen Mo dismounted and stopped to look at it.

On the shore of Dongyu Lake, the Muyang tree is green, and the willow is also lush. A gust of wind came, the willows were still clinging, and the lake was sparkling.

There are fishing boats in the lake in the light and shadow of this dusk, not far from the lake, a few disheveled children do not know what to play, and the laughter is far away.

The Winter Jade Lake in summer is very beautiful, but it is not as thrilling as the Winter Jade Lake in the winter in my memory, and it is a crystal reflecting the fiery red flowers.

Therefore, powerful people do not come to enjoy the scenery at this time. So, the poor can own Dongyu Lake at this time.

This is the cycle of the world.

Just like that winter two years ago, I would never have imagined that when I returned here now, I would already be a cultivator.

On that day, the Wang family, who was going to bury him, could only call the fairy chief respectfully when they saw him now.

Thinking of this, a mocking smile appeared on Chen Mo's face, but he was not so bored that he had to worry about the ants.

Chen Mo just couldn't help but think.

On that day, the autumn breeze when I left home.

On that day, the villagers stood at the head of the village, the village chief's white hair raised by the wind, the rough hands of the aunts and aunts kept rubbing their clothes and feet, and the little girls' ragged clothes and reluctant eyes.

On that day, there was a land cracked by drought and a distant mountain barren by war, but there was no trace of itself.

After that day... Chen Mo no longer wanted to go down, but turned over and got on the horse, didn't it finally pass? If he really lived up to the expectations of the villagers, everything would end that winter, on the shore of this winter Jade Lake.

That winter, it was not the last trace of perseverance that was unwilling to die, and now I am afraid that my bones have long been buried here.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo no longer sighed, but rode his horse to Shengyang City. Now that all the suffering has passed, he is left with nothing left to return to his heart like an arrow.