The elders of the beggar sect looked at each other, although they knew that Zhang Mo killed Hao Ren's illegitimate son, but none of them dared to make a noise, and it took a while for the elder to come out and cough and say: "Everyone is scattered, that new disciple, come here, we have something to discuss with you." ”

Zhang Mo secretly glanced at the reactions of the elders, and it seemed that no one wanted to stand up for Hao Ren, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Hao Ren looked at everyone's performance, and he also understood a little in his heart, this group of people was obviously falling into the ground, and they would never let him take revenge on Zhang Mo.

"Okay! You remember, today's humiliation will be repaid a hundred times in the future!" Hao Ren said with bloodshot eyes, like a madman.

When the other elders saw this posture, they also stepped forward to grab Hao Ren and wanted to comfort him in a fake way.

It's a pity that Hao Ren flicked his sleeves and kicked his feet, and a touch of green clouds rose up under his feet, and instantly turned into a green light and disappeared in front of everyone.

Before leaving, he stared at Zhang Mo with extremely resentful eyes, until he couldn't see Zhang Mo at all, and he wanted to remember Zhang Mo's appearance in the depths of his mind.

Zhang Mo didn't worry too much, it was useless to regret and be afraid at this point, it was better to think about improving his strength and having the ability to protect himself as soon as possible.

Seeing that the situation had developed to this point, all the elders also lost the mood to see the excitement, and immediately dispersed, occasionally a few sighed and shook their heads, all worried about Zhang Mo, but this was only a superficial worry, and no elder would help.

Zhang Mo saw through the faces of this group of elders, and was slightly disappointed in his heart at the moment, and walked out of the beggar door with some distraught.

Unconsciously. It was getting late, and when Zhang Mo woke up, he found that he was already on a remote path. It is surrounded by dense woods.

"Life must be happy, chicken roe deer and roe deer!" a strange tone sounded out of thin air. It sounded in Zhang Mo's ears.

There was a faint fire in the woods, accompanied by bursts of meat fragrance wafting out, Zhang Mo, who didn't care about it, only felt extremely hungry, which seemed to be related to the smell of meat.

Zhang Mo cautiously stepped forward, and next to the bonfire, there was an old man in ragged clothes and gray hair who was concentrating on roasting an unknown piece of meat, which was burnt brown on the outside, and the grease dripped on the flame and made a snorting sound, and the smell of meat kept drilling into Zhang Mo's nostrils.

Boom!

Zhang Mo couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. Involuntarily stepped forward and asked, "This old man, I don't know if you can share some meat with me?"

"Hehe, if you want to eat, you can exchange the wild boar in your hand, this wild boar is firm and delicious!" said the gray-haired old man with a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Okay, I'll change. As soon as Zhang Mo patted the five-color god bag, he took out the body of a bursting wild boar and put it on the ground, Zhang Mo didn't know what was going on with him. I just want to eat meat.

"Tsk, that's a good idea. The gray-haired old man pulled the bursting boar's ears to his heels, and looked at the scars on the bursting boar's skull, with a look of surprise in his eyes. Calm was restored.

"Eat!" the gray-haired old man took out a shiny knife and cut off a fist-sized piece of meat and handed it to Zhang Mo.

"Thank you, old man. Zhang Mo took the meat, gently sniffed the smell of the meat and rushed straight to his head, and swallowed the roast meat with gusto.

The gray-haired old man watched with a smile as Zhang Mo finished eating. cut off a piece of barbecue again and handed it to Zhang Mo, who took it and ate it politely.

And so on. The piece of barbecue on the fire all went into Zhang Mo's stomach.

"I'm sorry, old man. I've finished your barbecue. Zhang Mo stretched out his hand and touched the five-color god bag, and then took out the corpses of several bursting wild boars and handed them to the gray-haired old man and said. "This is my apology, and I ask the old man not to dislike it. ”

"If you don't tighten it, you don't tighten it. The gray-haired old man said with a smile, "You can rest for a while, and then sleep when you are full." ”

Zhang Mo only felt that the words spoken by the white-haired old man were getting softer and softer, as if they were coming from a far away, and he was secretly shocked in his heart, and as soon as his eyelids closed, he lay down on the ground and fell asleep, and immediately snored like thunder.

As soon as he saw Zhang Mo asleep, the gray-haired old man showed a mouthful of yellow teeth and smiled: "Good boy, let's meet in our dreams!"

Then the gray-haired old man also lay aside, and his snoring was no weaker than Zhang Mo's.

As soon as Zhang Mo woke up, he found him in a dilapidated mountain temple, the candle flame in the temple was weak, but there was a small iron pot in the middle of the pot boiling a pot of spiced meat, the aroma of meat was overflowing, making people unstable to stand.

Next to the small iron pot was still the gray-haired old man, but at this moment he looked a little more serious, and he was cooking the spiced meat in the small iron pot with the most serious attitude, even if Zhang Mo came in, he didn't pay attention to it.

Zhang Mo smelled the aroma of meat, listened to the gurgling sound of stewing, and then relaxed his steps and watched the gray-haired old man stirring the meat in the pot with a thin wooden stick.

When the broth in the iron pot became less and less, the color of the meat became darker, and a fragrance spread throughout the mountain temple, the gray-haired old man picked the small iron pot from the fire with a thin wooden stick.

"You must be very strange, right?" the gray-haired old man pushed the small iron pot in front of Zhang Mo and said, "I think you also know that the old man is extraordinary, but what you did today is also quite good, and it has a bit of the taste of the old man when he was young." ”

"Dare to ask the seniors?" At this point, Zhang Mo didn't know that he had been tricked by the gray-haired old man.

"I'm the one who passed on your Book of Sleep. The gray-haired old man said proudly.

"The disciple doesn't know the master, and he asks the master to forgive the sins. Zhang Mo immediately said with some trepidation.

"Don't have any disciples, long disciples, short disciples, I'm most annoyed by the old beggar. The Venerable Beggar waved his hand.

"Yes, Master. Zhang Mo replied with a little restraint.

Seeing Zhang Mo like this, Venerable Beggar sighed and said, "Master Wei is here to give you a meeting gift this time, and at the same time, I want to try your cultivation progress." ”

"You have performed the first type of sleep on me, let the teacher feel the feelings. The beggar patted his chest and said, while picking up the spiced meat in the iron pot and began to chew it heavily.

"The heart sleeps without a trace!"

Zhang Mo snorted and cast the first form of the Sleep Treasure Book on the beggar Venerable, but his poor success rate made it difficult for this trick to work, and it was necessary to rely on luck if he wanted to succeed.

Venerable Beggar frowned, stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhang Mo's forehead and said, "As a teacher, I will teach you all the key points of this trick, as for how much you can comprehend, it depends on the creation." ”

(To be continued.) )