Feng Haochen was busy in the kitchen garden. Mu Yu rarely saw his master practicing cultivation. His master had always grown vegetables. Then he would lie on his Taishi chair and look at the scenery. In the morning, he would explain cultivation to them. Some of the world's knowledge, including magic pills and various treasures that cultivators are crazy about. Mu Yu feels that his master is really a treasure book in the world of cultivation. The herbal magic weapons he talks about every day are amazing, and some of the techniques are also eye-opening for Mu Yu!
Feng Haochen rarely goes out, and only once or twice when he goes out, he has no intention of intervening in trivial matters between sects. In fact, in the world of cultivation, Feng Haochen never interferes in the affairs of various sects, and neither does other sects. What changed because of his words? He has always been very low-key. I really don't know how he got such profound knowledge.
"We two should be careful on the road, don't get separated, go early and come back early." Feng Haochen said without raising his head while taking care of the vegetable garden.
"Disciple knows."
"no."
It's hard to say who was more annoyed about leaving together. Lan Ling'er felt that she was a burden, while Mu Yu thought that there was an extra bastard beside him. The two of them had their first argument as soon as they arrived in Shandong.
"Will I die if I fly higher?"
Lan Ling'er had been waiting for Mu Yu in Shandong for a long time. Normally, he usually started from the mountain gate halfway up the mountain without going around to Shandong. However, Mu Yu, who was afraid of heights, insisted on starting from Shandong. Lan Ling'er angrily flew straight to Shandong, while Mu Yu slowly walked around the cliff to Shandong, leaving Lan Ling'er waiting for a long time.
"He doesn't know if he will die. If he flies lower, he can be sure that he won't die." Mu Yu would not blush. He had been prepared to be ridiculed by Lan Ling'er before the flying incident.
"Then I'd better keep up with his speed." Lan Ling'er spun to a height of about fifty meters in front of Mu Yu. At that height, she was sure that Mu Yu would not fly away, and it would be considered a provocation to Mu Yu.
The height may not be enough, and Bu Nao Muyu's flying speed will not be slow. Fortunately, otherwise he would have asked Lan Ling'er to tell him. He scratched his nose depressedly, and then flew the flying sword in the direction of Lan Ling'er ahead. The two of them just flew up and down, one after the other, in the direction of the school. The school was a bit far away from there. Feng Haochen had been flying for two hours, but their cultivation was far behind that of his master. , at least four hours.
No one shut up all the way, Lan Ling'er didn't want to shut up with Mu Yu, and Mu Yu didn't want to bring trouble on himself. In fact, Mu Yu had walked that road before when Feng Haochen took him to Luochen Mountain. If he was allowed to walk by himself, he would probably take a wrong turn, so he did not rely on Lan Ling'er to lead the way.
After flying for more than an hour, Luochen Mountain was no longer visible to Yuanji, who had been left behind by them. Mu Yu suddenly felt that this kind of trip was quite boring. In the past, when he went out with his senior brother and the others, he would always talk and laugh, and he would not be lonely.
When he was alone with Lan Ling'er, the two of them could not talk about it without starting from the second senior brother. Lan Ling'er said something to him just an hour ago: "Second senior brother used to like to fly very high. He felt that men are just like flying high." You should fly higher and pursue a broader sky.”
Mu Yu replied, "Second brother Keke, why did you fly too high? You fell down and lost your memory. You haven't found your way back yet." Lan Ling'er was so angry that he raised the altitude again. Now Mu Yu can see There is a red dot high in the sky ahead. Lan Ling'er's current height should be more than a hundred meters above the ground.
In addition, what happened during the journey was that when Mu Yu was passing through a canyon, he was suddenly blocked by several vicious cultivators.
"You brat, you dare to trespass on their territory? You're looking for death!"
A man with a beard on his face menacingly split Muyu eastward with a flying axe. Muyu was a little stunned. He didn't know that the canyon was their territory, so he flew low, not realizing that he was intruding. Entering places you shouldn't.
Five or six cultivators of different ages appeared in front of him, some old and some young. They all looked at Mu Yu eagerly, making Mu Yu feel a little scared. Did he look up to those people before he started cultivating? Two years later, he had already faced those cultivators alone, which made Mu Yu quite emotional.
"Uh, sorry to bother you, he'll leave then."
Mu Yu has never encountered that kind of situation before. There are some places in the world of cultivation that cannot be broken into casually, and many places are the place of cultivation for a certain cultivator. Master once mentioned to him that cultivators are extremely sensitive to their own private territory, and it would be unwise to intrude on it by mistake. I had never encountered such a situation when I went out with Chengyan and the others before. In fact, Chengyan was familiar with the roads and would not take them to offend their territory. But Mu Yu was flying just now and didn't even notice where he was flying.
"torch? Do I think they can come and leave at Longhu Gorge whenever they want? "Another old Taoist in yellow shirt sneered and looked at Mu Yu with disdain. The old Taoist Huangshan looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with a red beard, a somewhat shrill voice, and a sly look.
"Seniors, he didn't mean to offend, he just broke in by mistake. I apologize to everyone there." Mu Yu raised his head and glanced into the air. Lan Ling'er's figure had disappeared. She probably didn't know that Mu Yu behind them had been captured by them. Lan Dong, I'm afraid she will find out and be scolded.
"Haha, you can tell at a glance that that little boy is an errand boy of a certain small sect. Since you have come to their Longhu Gorge, if you want to leave, you must hand over all the spiritual stones and treasures you have." Another charming woman smiled sweetly. road.
Spiritual stone? treasure
Is that considered robbery? Mu Yu didn't have a single spirit stone in his pocket. Spirit stones are generally used to provide spiritual energy for practice during practice, which can speed up practice. In the past, when he was practicing, Uncle An would put a few spiritual stones in the hall, and anyone who wanted to ask for them could get them. Mu Yu used a spirit stone when he broke through from the Qi training stage to the foundation building stage. He never used it in his usual practice, and he didn't bring any spirit stones out of Dongshan that time.
Spirit stones are very precious, and they are not the currency of the world of cultivation. The Luochen Sect looks so shabby, so it would be strange if every disciple had a lot of spirit stones. In fact, in the world of cultivation, there are veins that specialize in mining spirit stones. But the veins of spirit stones are really rare, and there are many cultivators. Therefore, the Qingsong Sect has set a rule. Every year, several sects compete with each other, and they are ranked according to the competition, and at the same time, they are ranked according to that ranking. Things like selecting disciples and rankings directly wiped away the uncontested Luochen sect.
The only treasure in his pocket was the Shadow Sword. Besides that, there were a few pieces of broken silver, which were given by the village chief, and Mu Yu still couldn't bear to spend them.
"He has no spiritual stones or treasures."
Mu Yu was worried about the few people in front of him. The big man with a beard there had the highest cultivation level and was at the second level of Foundation Establishment. The woman was at the first level of Foundation Establishment. As for the old Taoist Huangshan Daoist, he was not even at the Foundation Establishment level. If you haven't reached it, you will have the ninth level of Qi training, and the other three young people will also have the cultivation level of Qi training period.
Mu Yu thought for a moment and realized that his cultivation level was at the third level of foundation building. Although Uncle An and Master had always said that he was suitable for practicing Taoism, his cultivation level, excluding Kongkong and Miaomiao, was at the bottom of the sect. Unexpectedly If you step out on your own, there will be people with lower cultivation levels than you. He curled his lips, feeling that it was inseparable from his diligence.
In fact, most cultivators are very diligent, but hard work is not related to talent, but Mu Yu has ignored this point. How could anyone else reach the foundation building stage in two years? That kind of cultivation speed is already unbelievable, and there is no comparison with other cultivators, so Mu Yu doesn't feel that there is any difference in his cultivation speed.
He doesn't need to worry about those people now. What he is more worried about is whether he will not be able to find Lan Ling'er later. He doesn't know the way to the school, and who knows when Lan Ling'er will stop to see if he is behind. , maybe she only found out that she had lost it when she arrived at the school.
"No? Then just kill me first! Zhang Zhong, go get rid of him!" said the big man with a beard.
"No, Master!" The old Taoist Huang Shan replied respectfully.
"Master? He really thinks that I am that uncle's master! I'm old enough to be that uncle's father." Mu Yu rolled his eyes, a little surprised, and then he felt relieved when he thought of Deacon Xun from the previous school. Yes, those who are experts in the world of cultivation are respected, and status cannot be judged by age.
Zhang Zhong said angrily: "You brat, I dare to insult his master! I'm looking for death!"
He flicked the whisk in his leg, and a ray of red light came towards Mu Yu. Mu Yu was inconspicuous, and he didn't show off his cultivation. Considering his age, he was only fourteen years old. He looked very young, and he didn't show off at all. Others regard him as a new disciple who has just started and is easy to bully.
"What? How did he insult my master?"
Mu Yu felt a little red, and he leaned away to avoid the red light. Mu Yu didn't know that Zhang Zhong's talent was not very good, and he would not be able to practice qi at such an old age. If he had not encountered the guidance of the big man with a beard, he might not even be able to reach the ninth level of qi training, so in his heart The big man with a wrong beard refused to obey orders.
"He doesn't want to move his legs."
Mu Yu had never really sparred with them before. In fact, he wanted to fight in his heart. The sparring at Pingyue in Luochen Mountain didn't break his muscles at all. Uncle An's training often made them more refined. Exhausted, he was also curious about what it would be like to have sex with other people. Master Bu Nao often said that he should try to avoid conflicts with them. Most of the conflicts in the world of cultivation ended with casualties. After all, everyone's legs were extraordinary. Vomiting blood and serious injuries were very common. He would not listen to Master's words if they were wrong.
"It's best not to move your legs, so that he doesn't have to move his legs."
When Zhang Zhong saw that he missed a hit, he flicked the dust with his whisk. The dust threads suddenly became larger and wrapped around Mu Yu like spider threads. Although the momentum was extremely magnificent, it seemed a bit redundant in Mu Yu's eyes. , those dust threads lack spiritual power, Mu Yu can easily crack them.
"But Master also said that people don't need to tolerate everything to live." Mu Yu's eyes moved, and his figure disappeared from the spot.