Unconsciously, Mo Lin swam back to the night market next to the teahouse, listening to the chaotic shouting, noisy, and infant crying, and the world contaminated by the smell of red dust made him feel a little comfortable.

"Wontons, delicious wontons, a century-old Lao Tzu signboard, don't miss it when you pass by!"

The hundred-year-old Laozi signboard, Mo Lin said with some amusement: "I see that your age is not much different from me, this hundred-year-old Laozi signboard is several times older than you and me combined, is it so exaggerated!"

"Hehe, little brother is coming to the night market in Tianhua City for the first time. The strong man patted his thick chest and smiled heartily: "Tong Suo is not bullied, I Wu Er only set ten tables in the night market every day, until the stalls are full, you ask the guest officers here, my Wu Er ancestors have sold wontons here for three generations, a century-old secret recipe, and the taste is good for thieves!"

"Huh. Mo Lin took a serious look, and sure enough, there were people feasting in front of him, eating hot and sweating, scooping up a hot thin-skinned wonton and feeding it to his mouth without blowing cold, his mouth pouted and kept blowing, it seemed to be very hot, but his expression was satisfied.

"It's so fragrant! Wu Lao Er, I'll have a bowl of wontons for my uncle, the wontons have added enough to me, rely on it! Did you put something **, why is this so delicious!"

Someone next to him accosted him and laughed: "Haha, I'm willing to eat a few more bowls of such a fragrant **!"

"Haha, don't talk nonsense, it's not good to scare my little guest officer!"

"Boss, bring me a bowl. Morin said with a slight smile

"Okay, for the first time the little guest officer visits, I'll add a few more wontons to you. Wu Lao Er grinned.

"Two copies, two copies. After a moment, Morin said again.

"Oh, is the little brother so difficult to take it away for his daughter-in-law to eat?"

"You Wu Er, what are you gossiping about a day, who do people buy for you, hurry up and make me wontons, the guests are urging!"

The woman was delicate, but when she lifted Wu Laoer's ears, she looked undoubtedly strong, and Mo Lin couldn't help laughing when she looked at it.

seemed to be accustomed to this scene, and someone next to him made fun of it, but Wu Lao Er didn't care at all, although his ears were twisted, he still happily went to make wontons.

Soon Morin sent a bowl of wontons in his hand, and this bowl of wontons was about to be full.

"Little brother, eat slowly, it's delicious, I'll come back next time, I'll cook you a bowl when your bowl is almost finished, otherwise the dough will be rotten after a long time in the soup." ”

Fragrant, indeed fragrant, thin skin, meaty, plus the unique soup is a flavor, but for the monk, it seems that there are more delicacies from the mountains and seas than this ravioli, but for some reason, Mo Lin eats very fragrant, eats very fragrant.

I don't know why, is it the incense in the here and now, or the incense in this environment, this mood.

"Wu Er, come to a bowl of wontons, a big bowl, add more coriander!"

The familiar voice came, and Morin was startled, stopped the soup spoon in his hand, and looked up.

Meng ...... Uncle Meng Xing. ”

Meng Xing glanced at Mo Lin casually and said, "What are you surprised, eat the wontons in your bowl well, don't mess with your state of mind just now, how can you understand the way of cultivation if you don't eat the taste of red dust." ”

"The smell of red dust?"

Mo Lin is a little unclear, so, what is the connection between Hongchen and the path of cultivation?

The food is tasteless, Mo Lin at this moment can be described as tasteless, at this time his heart is in turmoil, even if this wonton is fragrant, what kind of taste can it eat?

"What's the use of thinking, you need to blend in. ”

Meng Xing held the big bowl of wontons in his hand, fed them into his mouth one by one, and said unhurriedly, "Why are you holding a sword?"

"Why do you hold the sword?" Morin, who was about to feed the spoon in his mouth, paused, "Why is the sword held, why is the sword held?" ”

"Hold the sword because you become stronger. Maureen replied after a moment's thought.

"Why do you want to be stronger, and what are you going to do when you get stronger?"

"I ......" There was some sadness in Mo Lin's eyes, and then anger: "I want to seek my past, and find the memories that you can't unravel for me, uncle." ”

Meng Xing held the spoon with his right hand, looked at Mo Lin, who was a little angry in front of him, and sighed: "You are a poor person. Meng Xing's expression was slightly stern: "The sword needs the heart, this heart is not the other heart, the sword enters the heart, the meaning of the request is the sword heart, why do you hold the sword is your sword heart." ”

Meng Xing was silent for a moment, and his eyes seemed to be thinking about something: "Monks all have the saying of soul power, the soul follows the heart, the heart follows the sword, the ancient saying of the sword soul and the qin heart, it is similar, born with a sword heart, and if it is held by soul power, it is the heart sword." ”

"Heart Sword?" Morin didn't know what to do.

"In fact, it is a way of attacking the combination of sword, heart, and soul, and the avenue is three thousand, and the avenue can be proven!"

"What Uncle Shi said is the weird mental power in the legend?"

"Weird?" Meng Xing shook his head and sighed, "Which person who has the strength to preach the Tao is not a lover of three lives?"

"That's it, that's it, it's too early for you to say what kind of love is three lives. Meng Xing smiled self-deprecatingly: "The way of attacking the soul is the main attack on the soul, whether the soul is immortal, mortal, the demon is its root, and attacking its root is not careful, what I teach you today is the sword heart." ”

"Cultivators will eventually encounter the path of the heart, for example, the sword heart of sword cultivation, the soul heart of body cultivation fused with the beast soul, and even the formation heart of the formation......"

Meng Xing pointed his finger at Mo Lin's chest and said sternly: "The heart is also divided, so I asked you why you hold the sword, how strong your sword heart is, how strong your sword heart is, but the bigger the obsession, the greater the cultivation of your heart demon in the future, and it is a hundred times more difficult than others when crossing the tribulation." ”

"Mind cultivators are invincible among monks of the same level, but their arduous road is hundreds of times more difficult, no one knows that in the next second, the heart demon will devour the heart, can't be suppressed, turn into a demon, and even disappear, do you still want to enter this door and enter this industry?"

Meng Xing stopped talking, eating wontons and quietly waiting for Mo Lin's answer.

What surprised Meng Xing was that Mo Lin didn't think about it, smiled slightly, and was very relaxed: "Learn, why don't you learn?"

"Are you sure you've got it all figured out?"

"I don't even have a heart. Maureen pointed to his heart and smiled, "Why bother about going to waste?"

Looking at Mo Lin smiling in front of him, Meng Xing sighed, for him Mo Lin was a child: "I don't have a good heart, why bother about being wiped out, compared to you, my heart is down to the bottom." ”

Meng Xing drank the thick soup in the bowl in one gulp, and smiled casually: "So it depends on your creation." ”

With a slight click, Meng Xing's finger pointed at the place of the Mo Lin Dantian, and a golden light sank into the Mo Lin Dantian between his fingers.

It was a strange force, it seemed to be able to pierce one's dantian in an instant, and it seemed that there was a gluttonous head roaring above the dantian! That dangerous aura even the soul trembled slightly, but it seemed to be as calm as a baby, waiting quietly, waiting to wake it up.

"Does danger and strength coexist?"

"Morin, use your heart to awaken the sword heart seed I left for you, when you wake him up, you will naturally understand how to use your mental power, sword heart!"

Meng Xing was as chic as ever, coming and going in a hurry, leaving only a contemplative teenager, who looked so ordinary in the lively night market.

"Hey, little brother, another bowl is ready, send it to your little daughter-in-law, so as not to be angry, women's hearts are needles, be careful to kneel on the washboard when you go late!"

Mo Lin was a little amused, took the wooden bowl handed over by Wu Er, thought about it, handed over a spirit stone, and then disappeared into the vast night market.

"This ......" Wu Lao Er was stunned and called out to his daughter-in-law: "Rou'er, come and see, this, this seems to be a gem!"

Wu Laoer's daughter-in-law hurriedly came, picked up the spirit stone and looked at it carefully, and exclaimed: "This seems to be the immortal stone used by those monks in Tianhua City to buy and sell immortal things. ”

"Ahh

The two of them exclaimed in surprise, and their hearts were palpitating, if they knew that Mo Lin was an immortal cultivator, how could he dare to accept Mo Lin's money.

"Look at your cowardice, since he gave you to us to take it tomorrow and exchange it for money, it is time to change the things at home for a new one. ”

"No, no, daughter-in-law, this is an immortal cultivator's thing, or we can take it back as an heirloom, there are immortal cultivators to eat my wontons, it seems that my Wu Lao Er's signboard is well-known." ”

The discussion between the two was inconspicuous in the noisy night market, and as usual, it was lively and full of people.

(Xiao Chenzi: "Why do you hold a sword, why do you write a book?Because you want my brothers to like my book, and I can get a trace of my Xianxia dream that I have long forgotten!^_^")