The cultivation of Jiu Xuan Ce is actually to practice the mind and consciousness, the more condensed and condensed the consciousness, the better the ability of the mind to grow and develop, through the growth and development of their own ideas, the cultivator can cast different spells through the mind, these spells can help the caster communicate with all the spirits in the world, whether it is a living or dead thing, whether it is a real thing or a virtual thing, as long as the realm is enough, the consciousness is enough, the caster can control it like an arm. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the space of the Purple Mansion, the consciousness body of the dead Xiao Mo was also sitting cross-legged, and in a dark and gray space, he continued to absorb bits of golden fluorescence from the void from nowhere by operating the Nine Xuan Ce exercises. Under the injection of golden fluorescence, the body transformed by the consciousness of the dead Xiao Mo also became more condensed little by little.

Time passed little by little in the cultivation, and he was immersed in the wonderful pleasure of the golden fluorescent body, and he didn't realize that the sky outside the room had gradually darkened, and the lights were sparsely lit up in the misty night, sparkling and shining, illuminating the entire town.

I don't know how long it has been, when the dead Xiao Mo opened his eyes, the sky outside the window was clear, the golden light slanted in from the window, and the dust rose in it, and at the same time, a fragrance of fragrant grass drifted into the room along the breeze, which was refreshing.

He got out of bed, opened the door and went downstairs, and came to the hall of the inn.

"Little Er, how long have I been in the room?"

"Guest officer, you've been in there for three days!" Xiao Er said with a bitter face: "If you don't come out again, our shopkeeper will deduct my salary!"

"What are you doing deducting your wages!" said Xiao Mo, who took out a piece of silver from his pocket, and ordered: "Go quickly, in addition to paying the house money for the previous few days, these silver taels will bring me some food for the rest, and I want the best in the store!"

"Haole!" Xiao Er saw the silver, the bitterness on his face instantly went away, he shouted, and prepared to go for the dead Xiao Mo.

I didn't expect that three days had passed just by cultivating, but this was not the first time such a situation had happened, he just sighed a little, if he continued to cultivate like this, how much time would he have to spend on the cultivation of Jiu Xuan Ce?

Although he thought so in his heart, the benefits after cultivating the Nine Xuan Ce were obvious, first of all, his internal strength cultivation was getting deeper and deeper, with the invisible hand of the Nine Xuan Ce, he could use his own mind to urge the Nine Xuan Ce to accelerate the operation cycle of the internal force when he was cultivating the internal strength, which was three times faster than when he did not practice the Nine Xuan Ce!

The second is spells, Jiu Xuan Ce recorded many spells beyond the ordinary martial arts, their power is different, but the emphasis is on a strange word, and the casting of these spells all rely on the mind.

Finally, there is another point, as mentioned above in the Nine Xuan Ce, this kind of exercise can be cultivated to the end to enjoy immortality, and even if the unfortunate physical death is unfortunate, as long as the consciousness is not extinguished and the mind is not extinguished, the cultivator can still be reborn through other methods.

After a while, Xiao Er came over with a few plates of the best dishes in the store.

"Guest officer, the meal you want, please use it slowly!"

With that, he set the meal and went down.

He hadn't eaten for three days, and he didn't feel the slightest hunger in his stomach, but the food in this inn was not bad, and he ate it with relish. After that, he went upstairs to clean up, and then left the town.

He went all the way to Lin'an, hoping to get together with Ming Daohong as soon as possible.

On this day, he was walking on the official road, and two rude men with sabers suddenly jumped out of the bushes on the side of the road. One of them waved his knife and pointed at the dead Xiao Mo:

"I planted this tree, I opened this road! If you want to live from here, leave and buy road money!"

Seeing this scene, Dead Xiao Mo suddenly smiled dumbly, if he met such people a year ago, he would have cut off their heads with two swords, but now his temperament is not so ruthless.

He shouted a little impatiently: "Roll as far as you want to know me, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!"

"Yo heh, boy, look at your fine skin and tender meat, come here and teach you a lesson, so that you can teach you what it means to be powerful!" said one of the two thieves as he shook the knife in his hand and said arrogantly.

"Hmph! Dead Xiao Mo stopped talking nonsense, his right hand moved, the long sword on his waist came out of the sheath, and the sword shadow appeared and disappeared. Immediately afterward, I heard a scream from the two of them, and each of them broke an arm.

"Don't get out of here!" said Xiao Mo coldly.

The two thieves were so frightened that they didn't dare to linger any longer, and they didn't even dare to pick up their fallen arms, so they hurried away with their bleeding shoulders in their hands.

"The way of the world!" Looking at the two bandits who had disappeared, Xiao Mo shook his head and continued to walk forward.

When night fell, Xiao Mo saw a teahouse on the side of the road in front of him, and he was worried that he had not caught up with the market town where he had settled, and he couldn't help but be a little happy to see this teahouse at this moment. Dead Xiao Mo took three steps and made two steps, and came to the front of the teahouse, because this teahouse was opened on this kind of official road that was not in front of the village and behind the shop, so there was no one in the teahouse at this moment.

The owner of the teahouse is an old man over half a hundred years old, he is moving the tables and chairs in the open air into the house, and there is a little girl about ten years old next to him to help him clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Old man, is there a market town ahead?" asked Xiao Mo to him.

"There is, yes, but it's still some way away. The old man looked back at him and replied enthusiastically. After answering, he carried a chair and walked into the house.

Seeing the dead Xiao Mo following his footsteps, he asked as he entered the house, "Then may I ask the old man, how far is this journey?"

The old man placed his chair in the corner of the room, and then replied, "There are still more than ten miles to go!"

With that, he walked out of the house again, ready to move a chair.

More than ten miles? Dead Xiaomo thought about it, although these ten miles are not far away, but at this moment it is about to get dark, I am afraid that I will not wait for myself to ...... Rather than that, why don't you just spend the night in this teahouse, anyway, there is food, accommodation, and two people to keep you company!

Having made up his mind, he came to the old man's side again,

"Old man, you see that I have missed the time to stay overnight, can I spend the night in your shop?" he said as he pulled out some broken silver from his body, plus some coins.

"Of course, I won't live here for nothing, and I can give you some money in return. ”

After speaking, he handed the broken silver and coins in his hand to the old man.

The old man stopped what he was doing, looked at him carefully again, hesitated, and finally asked:

"Little brother is from the rivers and lakes?"

When he heard him ask, he was surprised at first, but then he nodded and said, "The old man is really good eyesight, and he can see at a glance that I am a person from the rivers and lakes." ”

"It's nothing!" the old man shook his head, and then continued: "The old man is doing business here, and there are countless people who come and go every day, including some people from all walks of life, as well as officials, generals, scholars, and robbers. ”

"There are bandits too?"

"Yes, in the direction you came from, they live in Hutou Mountain all year round, and they live by hijacking passers-by. ”

"Then won't they rob you?" asked Xiao Mo.

The old man smiled bitterly when he heard this, and he said helplessly:

"Robbery, of course!"

"In the beginning, they could come four or five times a day, but I was forced to do nothing, and finally found their leader and promised to give them a monthly payment, so that my teahouse can survive until now. ”

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