There is still some hot water left in the kitchen. But after walking so many times, Mo Shulin really didn't want to walk through the snow to the kitchen just to have a sip of tea.
Even after so many trips back and forth, he almost stepped out of the knee-deep snow.
Although this thatched cottage is small, there are still many things to do. Cleaning, mending furniture, reinforcing the roof, mopping and sweeping snow, there was work to be done in sight.
Mo Shulin walked around and found that White jade tea was really lazy.
The frequently used places in the house are indeed clean. White jade tea will use the dust removal formula to remove the dust and stains, but in those corners and corners, the dust is as thick as the kitchen, and cobwebs are formed one after another. The room was as cold as an icehouse, but there were no bugs. And the house has been raised by a section, so there is no need to worry about water seepage on the floor.
Mo Shulin planned to clean up the room every morning in the future. If it is sunny, push the roof and the surrounding snow a little to prevent the house from being crushed by the snow. You have to act like a good apprentice.
The rest of the time is freed up for cultivation, using the rich spiritual energy on Yuexue Peak to cultivate spiritual roots.
Mo Shulin's spiritual root was injured by the devil's energy, so it's not that it's completely gone. Some simple spells can still be used to facilitate cleaning.
It's just that if he doesn't find a way to clear away the demon energy, it will be difficult for him to build a foundation in this life.
But it's not easy to clear the demonic energy around the spiritual root, otherwise there wouldn't be so many demon cultivators who are both good and evil in the Cultivator Continent. Some people voluntarily become demons for selfish reasons, but most of them are poor people who are harmed by demonic energy and don't want to watch their lifespan end.
As a Demon Lord in his last life, Mo Shulin had seen all kinds of Demon Cultivators, and knew that Demon Cultivators didn't necessarily have to kill people along the way. If given a choice, who would want to be that notorious demon cultivator
Although Feiyungu is poor, his father is a strict and upright person. Father knew that he had entered the way of the devil, and he was probably so angry that he flew out of the soul-inducing banner.
Thinking of his parents, Mo Shulin couldn't help sighing.
Parents have long wanted to find a relationship to let him enter the inner sect of the big sect to practice. Now, by chance, he has become the closed disciple of the elder of the Liangji sect. Parents will probably be happy, right
It's just that Mo Shulin couldn't swallow the human blood steamed bun that Feiyungu Quangu's life was exchanged for.
The bloody picture surged in his mind, and Mo Shulin really hated it. The fists were clenched tightly, and the nails dug into the palms, but the pain was less than a ten-thousandth of the pain in the heart.
"Ah! Why is this ghost king so good at teasing? He's about to bend over." The voice from White jade tea's room interrupted Mo Shulin's thoughts.
Mo Shulin: "..."
"Oh my god. The Asura field is coming. As long as Lord Mozun is handsome enough, I can do it."
With this voice, all the negative emotions in his mind disappeared. Mo Shulin was shocked by the word Mozun, and then he realized that he couldn't help but cursed the demon in his heart, and began to tidy up the bedroom.
Flash forward for a few days.
Mo Shulin began to get used to the life of Yue Xuefeng.
He got up early in the morning, first cleaned the inner room briefly, and then started to clear the snow that fell on the outdoor corridor.
There have been several light snowfalls intermittently on Yuexue Peak. There was an avalanche on the other side of the mountain, but it had little effect on the thatched cottage.
At the beginning, Mo Shulin tried to calm down in the morning and evening, but he called White jade tea a few times outside the door, but what he got was "Don't abuse the heroine anymore", "Ah, the villain is actually him", "Master Mozun, don't do this", Nonsense nonsense like that.
White jade tea didn't go out, so Mo Shulin's life was no different from living alone.
Mo Shulin thought that he was reborn as a bloody and filthy Demon Lord, and he could accept the death of his parents calmly, but he didn't want to feel sad like the strong wine sealed in a wine cellar. As time went by, not only did he not Putting it down, it became more and more uncomfortable.
In the last life in the outer sect, in order to survive, Mo Shulin spent day and night looking for tasks and earning spirit stones. How could he have time to think about these things.
Today's life is stable, but I feel flustered.
During the day, although Mo Shulin was expressionless, he always dreamed of his parents at night. Later, I set up a small incense case in the room, and lighted incense for Feiyun Valley every day, so that my mind was at ease.
Mo Shulin really imagined that his parents still had spiritual wisdom, and asked him for help in the soul-inducing banner.
But he didn't dare to think about it.
His spiritual root has become like this, he can't cultivate, let alone take revenge. If he chooses to become a demon, even if he rescues his parents, they will only scold him for being a rebellious son. Both left and right are wrong.
After these few days, the collapsed courtyard gate has been completely covered by snow, leaving a faded thatch stubbornly slanting on the snow.
When Mo Shulin, who was cleaning the corridor, saw that thatch, he would feel a sense of his life experience.
He felt that thatched grass was as humble as him, yet stubbornly lived in this wind and snow. His life was saved with the lives of the whole clan, and this thatch also relied on the bamboo strips and planks underneath to support it, surviving in the cold wind.
Suddenly there was a sound of shit on the quiet Yuexue Peak, and then White jade tea's cursing voice was heard in the room, "What's the matter with this male lead? He actually deceived his master and exterminated his ancestors, and even caused the meridians of the same family to be cut off. Such a man What's the difference between the protagonist and the villain. It's useless for the male protagonist to clean up. No, no, I have to write to the author, I want to send the blade, I'm so mad!"
Mo Shulin: "..."
It seems that White jade tea didn't sleep last night and read the night storybook all night.
Although he had been on the mountain for several days, he still couldn't get used to the sound White jade tea made from time to time.
White jade tea probably thought that the sound insulation in the room was very good, so he didn't have the slightest scruples about his existence. However, it's freezing cold today, and Yuexue Peak is very quiet without the singing of birds and insects. In addition, he still maintains the seventh level of Qi Refining, even if Mo Shulin is in his bedroom, he can still hear White jade tea's voice clearly. Heartfelt words.
Once at night, he even heard White jade tea laughing loudly. That unaffected laughter pulled Mo Shulin out of his nightmare, and finally fell asleep again. In the dream, only White jade tea's laughter was left, which was extremely aggressive. sex.
Except for this little problem, there is nothing wrong with White jade tea.
After all, White jade tea hadn't been out of the house in the past few days, so she couldn't find fault with it.
The thatched cottage was only this small, and Mo Shulin had cleaned everything he could in the past few days. The house is too old and dilapidated, and many places can only be repaired by carpenters.
But the residence on the peak is paid by the peak owner himself and built according to his own preferences.
Some people like to live in mansions, while others like to live in caves, so the head will not allocate additional money to White jade tea to repair the house. Steward Fang wanted to make money, but White jade tea didn't open his mouth, so he couldn't just reach out and take money out of White jade tea's pocket.
The pocket is cleaner than the face, and White jade tea, which is full of storybooks for the apprentice, naturally has no money to repair it. Mo Shulin didn't expect the poor master to be of much use either. As long as White jade tea doesn't lose his position as an elder, then he can use the name of a closed disciple to get by and save a little money.
Now that the mountains are covered by heavy snow, it is inconvenient for Mo Shulin to cut wood and repair the dilapidated house, so he can only maintain the state of the house first.
When the spring of next year begins, he will repair the courtyard gate and make a fence, and it is best to plant some cold-resistant flowers and trees. In this way, it will not be so deserted in winter, and you can't even eat a sweet potato.
Thinking that he actually started to worry about the next winter, Mo Shulin felt very emotional.
In his previous life, after avenging his revenge, the high-ranking Demon Lord spent his days drinking in the palace and living in a daze. At that time, Mo Shulin didn't even care if he could live until tomorrow, like a walking dead.
It was too late to be reborn. Mo Shulin tried his best to seek help from various sects to let the old, weak, sick and disabled in the valley leave the valley or hide. Although he escaped the tragedy of the massacre by the demon soldiers, he turned into a hell surrounded by the valley with smiling faces and white heads.
This is probably destiny.
But compared to his previous life, Mo Shulin suffered a lot less torture. Although the spiritual root was also eroded by the devil energy, it was not as miserable as the previous life. Although it is difficult to break through now, his cultivation can still be maintained at the seventh level of Qi training, so he will not be completely powerless.
Not to mention, in this life, he has become White jade tea's closed disciple, so he doesn't need to be bullied by his fellow disciples.
Mo Shulin clenched his fists, took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
In any case, he finally saw hope.
Every day has something to look forward to.
Turning to look at White jade tea's room.
Mo Shulin: "..."
There is no sound now? Every time he interrupted him precisely when he was saddest and uncomfortable, and instilled him with strange and gaudy plots, this little white rabbit really became a genius.
Two days later, Mo Shulin finally survived the attack of White jade tea's magic voice to receive the Lingshi.
Mo Shulin, who cleaned the house once, didn't wait for White jade tea to go out. Seeing that the sun was about to rise to the top of his head and noon was approaching, Mo Shulin began to feel uneasy.
It is not unusual for a person who cultivates immortals to retreat for a year or a half, and if he does not receive the money for that month, it will be kept in his name, and it will continue to accumulate. The Two Extremes Sect is a martial arts sect, and will not pit those one or two spirit stones.
But Mo Shulin is the one who has suffered a lot, and he deeply understands that the spirit stone without his hand is not his own. Mo Shulin was worried that Steward Fang would be obedient to others, and he was not sure if he was worthy of the title of closed disciple.
To prevent someone from impersonating someone, receiving the sect token, disciple clothes, registration list and other trivial matters cannot be done by oneself, and must be carried by those who have already started.
If it is an outer disciple, it will be led by Steward Fang who took over the task at the beginning. If you become an inner disciple, the senior brother usually leads the new disciple. White jade tea didn't have any other apprentices, so White jade tea had to take him personally to prove that White jade tea really accepted him as his apprentice.
White jade tea was fascinated by reading, but Mo Shulin didn't dare to urge white jade tea. Now that it was time to receive the monthly money, Mo Shulin felt that he had a relatively good name.
After burning a pot of tea, Mo Shulin decided to try it out first.
Mo Shulin knocked on the door lightly, and asked in a low voice, "Master, I have warmed up some tea, do you want to have a taste?"
"Wait a minute." White jade tea's voice was full of surprise and doubt, and then there was the rustling of cloth and the sound of bare feet stepping on the floor in the room.
Mo Shulin's face flushed when he heard that.
Could this person be naked in the bedroom
After a while, White jade tea said, "Come in."
There was a little panic in the voice, as if he was talking and searching left and right for any little secrets that hadn't been hidden.
Mo Shulin served the tea with one hand, and pushed the door open with the other, looking inside cautiously. Seeing the familiar red dress, Mo Shulin breathed a sigh of relief, and the movement of pushing the door came naturally.