Chapter Forty-Seven: Mindfulness, Divine Thought

Without waiting for Chen Muyan to say goodbye, the enthusiasm of the three made him not say much, and followed him.

The breakfast in Rongcheng City has a lot of tricks, Li Ji made a special trip to find a restaurant with 'Northeast dumplings' outside the school, and the steamed dumplings with only four cages made Chen Muyan insightful - a size bigger than a child's fist is indeed a big dumpling!

"Tuhao, these twenty or thirty yuan can't be done!" He Cheng laughed, and said to Chen Muyan: "Brother, you're welcome, we're a big eater, and strive for one person to eat his four or five cages, Li Ji and we ——!."

"Mom, those uncles want to eat four or five cages, is it a rice bucket?" At the table next to him, the childish voice of a chubby little girl interrupted He Cheng.

"Xiaoxiao, those who should be called elder brothers, they are all when they grow their bodies, so they must—" The little girl's mother said, and seemed to feel that it was inappropriate, and cast an apologetic look at the others.

Several people shook their heads with a smile, signaling that it didn't matter, soon, a few people finished breakfast and went out, Chen Muyan was about to say goodbye to the three of them, but found that Li Ji's eyes were looking at him, he turned his head, unexpectedly, Li Ji said seriously:

"Brother Chen, the three of us are like-minded, if you can join us, you must also be a person of temperament, but it's a pity that my second brother is not here, otherwise you and him will definitely become-"

"Kind mother, you are the beauty of the beauties-" The ringtone of the phone was Li Ji's, and when he heard it, he knew that he had set it up specifically for his mother's call.

Chen Muyan just understood that Li Ji should be very familiar with the spiritual charm of immortal cultivators, so he recognized him as an immortal cultivator and intended to make friends, and then, as soon as the phone rang, Li Ji stopped immediately after half of his words, walked to the side and connected the phone-

"Baby, Mom heard that the Sima family came to the door last night to seek revenge, our Li family may have a big incident these days, you are not a cultivator, don't come back, remember Mom's words, you must not come back recently, it is better to go out and hide......"

The ear power of immortal cultivators, sometimes even if they want to avoid other people's privacy, they can't avoid it - Chen Muyan was shocked when he heard it, Sima family, Li family, he immediately thought of that night when the moon was dark, Sima shocked the sky and killed two young cultivators by the Han River in Bancheng, and then said something 'Lang family, Li family'...... Thinking that Li Ji's familiarity with immortal cultivators must be due to the environment at home, it should be impossible to have another Li family and Sima family......

A feeling of uneasiness came up, he had just arrived in Rongcheng last night, and last night, the people of the Sima family came?

"Brother, you are also a cultivator?" He Cheng on the side asked in surprise, he heard the reason from Li Ji's half-cut words, he had heard of Li Ji's second brother.

"Brother Chen is not only a cultivator, but also a very powerful cultivator!" it was Li Ji who walked back after making the phone call and said with a smile, and in that smile, there was clearly too much loss.

Chen Muyan smiled, shook his head and said, "I'm also very happy to meet a few of your friends, but I'm passing through Rongcheng and I'm about to leave-"

"Brother Chen, you should have heard my phone call! To be honest, I am a member of the Li family in Shuanghe at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, but I have no qualifications, and I am not a cultivator...... Whenever there is a big event at home, I can only hide outside!" Li Ji smiled at He Cheng and Shu Ping, and said:

"If it's convenient, can you tell us where to go? I just want to go out and have a look!"

"Nanzhong! Nanzhao's hometown!" Chen Muyan thought about it and said, he had a good impression of the two people of the Li family, and Nanzhong was too big, and he had no clue to say the specific target address.

"Nanzhong?" The three of them were stunned at the same time, and Li Ji was the first to realize that Nanzhong is an ancient place name, and some say that it is Miao Jiang, combined with Chen Muyan's identity as an immortal cultivator, he suddenly had a little guess, and he thought about it:

"Brother Chen, the area of Nanzhong is too big, and many places are inaccessible, I have a proposal, He Cheng and Shu Ping are both from Nanzhong, why don't you let the two of them be your guide this time - and Brother Chen, can you help Shu Ping if your time permits." ”

Exchange, Chen Muyan is recognized, Li Ji is really good to his friends, although there are small calculations, but the flaws are not hidden, with this little half-day friend, if he really wants to help anything, he will not refuse, and then nodded.

"What, Brother Chen can really cure my mother?" Shu Ping only understood the meaning of Li Ji's words at this moment, once Li Ji said that if he could invite the elders of the family to come out, most of them could be cured, originally because Li Ji was sometimes quite mysterious, he and He Cheng didn't take it seriously, but now he felt it faintly, and he was overjoyed to see it.

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The three of them are indeed friends - He Cheng and Shu Ping did work in Rongcheng in the summer to earn living expenses, and when they heard that they could help Shu Ping, He Cheng didn't say a word, so he called and quit the job he had finally found, but Li Ji deliberately accompanied the two buddies for a few days after the holiday, because he had a private car, and even the commuting and transportation were all chartered by him.

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'There are four seasons in one mountain, and ten miles of different days'!

Outside the car window, the pictures of the western Sichuan Plateau come into view, the heart is relaxed and happy, and the gloom in the heart seems to slowly dissipate in the grandeur and majesty of the sunset.

Balong County, located in the south of the Hengduan Mountains, is Shu Ping's hometown, chatting all the way - it turned out that Shu Ping's mother was collecting medicine on the snow mountain, fell her leg, and there was no abnormality in the hospital a few years ago, but in recent years, the body has become more and more inconvenient, and I went to the hospital many times, but there was no way, and I was half paralyzed at the beginning of this year.

Chen Muyan listened to the situation, and roughly thought that it was the cold qi that entered the body and injured the meridians, and there should be no problem with doing some conditioning with true qi, and at the same time, the choice of this line was quite secretly happy - cold, cold air, then the two extremely cold attribute spirit grasses such as Wuye Dimei Fruit and Polar Nanzhu should also be able to harvest.

After a journey of more than 600 kilometers, before the sky was completely dark, he arrived at Shu Ping's home, Shu Mu's physical condition was really similar to Chen Muyan's previous guess, after more than an hour of true qi conditioning, Shu Mu was able to stand up, moved a little for a while, and had completely recovered her health.

Located in the deep mountains of the plateau, Balong County has raised the hospitable Balong people, there are many ethnic groups here, and there are also mixed with the living habits of various ethnic groups, and a meal of wine is drunk until midnight, before it comes to an end.

Not long after the table was over, everyone took advantage of the alcohol to fall asleep, but Chen Muyan's sense of uneasiness in the morning did not disappear, but became more and more.

He recalled the omission of the intersection with Sima Shocking - there should be no problem with the storage bag, the spirit stone has been consumed, the elixir is also very ordinary for Sima Shocking's cultivation, that magic sword is not prohibited, it can be used when it penetrates the divine sense, the tiger head spear is a spiritual weapon, and most of the current cultivation can't be refined-"Boom-"

Chen Muyan's heart jumped, the spiritual weapons are all forbidden, and the prohibition is engraved with the mind, if there is no refining, there will be traces of Sima's earth-shattering consciousness on it, with that trace, the people of the Sima family should have a secret method to find it......

He was shocked—it must have been!

Thinking about coming to the ancestral star from a foreign land is subject to certain restrictions, otherwise the people of the Sima family would not have come for such a long time.

If the people of the Sima family had arrived in Rongcheng last night, maybe he and He Cheng had just left on the front foot, and others would have found the vicinity of the sports institute, but now they haven't found themselves, so they can only have scruples during the day, so they haven't chased after the sword......

Chen Muyan moved and held the tiger head gun in his hand - now, the spirit weapon is difficult to find, if it wasn't for this tiger head gun last time, the consequences of dealing with the sixth child of the Chang family would be unpredictable...... If you want to throw it away, wouldn't it be a tyrannical thing?

As long as it is refined, it will be easy not to show the tiger head gun in the future, and the people of the Sima family will not be able to find it!

He made up his mind - this kind of treasure has to fight hard no matter what! Seeing that He Cheng, who was in the same room, was sleeping soundly, he opened the window, jumped over, sat down cross-legged in the mountains and forests behind the house, gathered his mind, and invaded his thoughts into the tiger's head gun-

"Boom-" for a split second – "Poof—" A large mouthful of blood came out with a muffled thud in his brain......

Drunk?

Chen Muyan gritted his teeth vigorously, and a moment of sobriety told him that it was not a consciousness, it was a divine thought! Cultivating to the divine thoughts of a monk who had at least reached the Yuan Infant stage!

At this time, he couldn't stop it—the divine thought seemed to be controlled by someone, like a sledgehammer striking a bell, striking his Zhihai one after another—'Boom-' as if he heard the sound of Zhihai breaking again—

If he tried to throw it away, it would have no effect, and the divine thought was still pounding, drowsy, and he knew that maybe he wouldn't use it a few more times, and he would become an idiot......