Chapter 15

Xiao Wu Tuanzi inhaled the aroma of the food contentedly, while Chu Jinglan finished his meal at a normal speed. This time he did not deliberately prolong the time to whet his inner demon's appetite with the aroma of the food.

Xiao Mo was still not satisfied. He found out that Chu Jinglan didn't tease him deliberately this afternoon. He felt relieved that his confession had some effect.

The relieved inner demon took out the flute.

What does it mean to repay kindness with enmity?

Yes, this is very demonic.

Chu Jinglan's hands curled up reflexively.

He probably never thought that one day he would be afraid of a flute. A low-level magical weapon had such destructive power. If it were a high-level magical weapon, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Previously, Xiao Mo wrapped the flute in black mist, so it was not very clear. But when Chu Jinglan went to the sea of ​​knowledge just now, he saw it clearly. It was an emerald green bamboo flute.

At the same time, Chu Jinglan also realized that the bamboo flute was not an illusory product, unlike the Moon Lake or the tree in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, but a real magical instrument.

The question is, where did the inner demon, which is either in the sea of ​​consciousness or beside you, get the magic weapon?

This has really gone beyond the current common sense in the world of cultivation. It is just like the inner demon that appeared in one's own Jindan stage. Both Chu Jinglan himself and this inner demon are very special.

Chu Jinglan wrote down all these anomalies, but he knew that now was not a good time to bring them up. The inner demon's confession in the forest yesterday seemed sincere, but there were too many hidden things, making it difficult for Chu Jinglan to distinguish the truth from the false.

Chu Jinglan didn't say anything about the doubts, but that doesn't mean he didn't know about them.

Xiao Mo gave a preview: "Am I starting to blow?"

He wasn't asking for advice, he was just giving notice.

“Beep——”

Xiao Mo has learned how to use breathing, and his flute sounds rarely burst suddenly, but he can make a simple note twist and turn, and he can never get any tune right. If music should form a beautiful chapter through ups and downs, then every sound of Xiao Mo's flute has nothing but ups and downs.

He blew it out like this:

Up and down, down, down, down, down, beep—

Chu Jinglan just took a sip of tea, and suddenly he felt that the water in his mouth was stuck and he couldn't swallow it. He wanted to spit it out...it was impossible for him to spit it out.

He swallowed the tea with difficulty, then spread out the papers.

Normally, he would meditate for a while after lunch, but today, he picked up a pen and started writing something.

Xiao Mo blew the air while walking over and taking a look.

Then he found Chu Jinglan reciting the Pure Heart Sutra from memory.

It is the force of the brush that penetrates the back of the paper that fully demonstrates the author's absolute restlessness.

Xiao Mo: “…”

Okay, he knew it was his fault.

Well, it’s not a big problem. He is already making progress. I believe that in a short while, he will be able to let Chu Jinglan listen to the authentic children’s song Twinkle Twinkle Little Star!

Chu Jinglan had tried using a soundproof barrier, but unfortunately, it couldn't block out the sound of his inner demon.

OK, one more note.

The two finally said goodbye to the days of bickering all the time, and started to get along with each other in a weird mode that looked unpleasant but was relatively peaceful from a dialectical point of view.

What happened in the past two or three days was not much, but not little either. The day of the secret realm selection soon arrived. Chu Jinglan still got up at his own time, finished his training and had breakfast before going to the front yard to meet up with others.

He arrived relatively early.

And the inner demons that rarely appear in the morning also suddenly emerged.

Chu Jinglan certainly didn't know that the inner demon was no longer the lazy inner demon. Xiao Mo was now practicing his mental skills every morning. As long as I didn't sleep, he wouldn't be able to sleep in. There was nothing wrong with that.

Xiao Mo floated out slowly, flew weakly beside Chu Jinglan for a while, and finally decided not to embarrass himself, and simply lay on Chu Jinglan's shoulder.

There were no people around Chu Jinglan, so he didn't have to worry about others seeing him talking to the air. Chu Jinglan lowered his voice and said, "Go down."

Xiao Mo couldn't muster up the energy: "Let me rest for a while."

The inner demons do not need sleep, but for ordinary humans who have been doing this for more than ten years, the habits are probably still retained deep in the soul. After working non-sleep for two consecutive nights, the mental state is not very good.

Xiao Mo yawned. He wasn't sleepy, but he just felt lazy and didn't want to move.

Chu Jinglan automatically understood that his inner demon got up early to join in the fun and did not get enough sleep.

I am still lazy after all.

People from the Chu family arrived soon one after another. Chu Yusheng, Chu Wumei and Chu Xiaoshi were there too. The latter two even greeted Chu Jinglan politely. Chu Yusheng just nodded to Chu Jinglan defiantly. No one knew where he got the capital from, was it just because he was two years older than Chu Jinglan but shorter than her?

Xiao Mo lay on Chu Jinglan's shoulder, muttering devilish words: "He is so arrogant."

Chu Jinglan's eyes moved.

The inner demon has been around for so long, but it has never instigated or provoked me to confront others.

Causing trouble for the original body is one of the things that the inner demon often does. Why, since you couldn't find an opportunity before because there were few people around you, is it finally going to cause trouble today?

Do you want me to deal with Chu Yusheng?

Chu Jinglan waited for Xiao Mo to continue without making a sound. Xiao Mo asked him, "Do you think so?"

Chu Jinglan still spoke in a low voice: "Not bad."

"Not bad!?"

Xiao Mo was so surprised that his entire body shook a few times: "When did you become so good-tempered?"

He thought about it and could only find one suitable reason: "Could it be that the poison from yesterday still affects your brain? Do you still remember your name?"

Chu Jinglan was shocked: "...get out."

Ever since he had his inner demon, this word went from being unfamiliar to being familiar, and he said it more and more fluently.

Xiao Mo said in a serious tone: "Yes, it's Chu Jinglan, the one I know. Why are you so tolerant of Chu Yusheng?"

Chu Jinglan tested him: "You want me to deal with him?"

Xiao Momin sensed something, but didn't respond: "I don't mean to cause trouble."

"Given what he did to me, no matter how I treat him, it won't be enough." Chu Jinglan said slowly and in a low voice, "Have you forgotten?"

It is said that the inner demon is the dark shadow of the original body, and the inner demon will inherit the original body's memory when it is born. Chu Jinglan is obviously trying to trick him again. Fortunately, although Xiao Mo cannot hear Chu Jinglan's inner voice, he can see through his thoughts.

Xiao Xinmo's vigilance was fully aroused, so he said in a relaxed tone, "How could I forget? He was the one who hired someone to kill you and put the blame on the Bian family, wasn't he?"

Chu Yusheng was still young at that time, and Chu Jinglan was even younger. This matter was discovered by the elders of the Chu family, who suppressed the news, gave Chu Yusheng a lecture, and the matter was forgotten.

After that, Chu Yusheng really didn't dare to mess around anymore. They hid the truth from Chu Jinglan and didn't tell him the truth. Little did they know that although Chu Jinglan remained silent, he knew everything clearly.

It's not that Chu Jinglan has never retaliated before.

But he was too young at the time and did not do it cleanly enough. The elders in the family soon discovered his revenge on Chu Yusheng. They looked at him meaningfully and only said that brothers should not harm each other, but did not punish him.

Didn't even scold him.

But Wanyu’s medicine was cut off for two days.

The young Chu Jinglan went to the ancestral hall and knelt for a whole day. His little face was stubborn and pale. He said that he knew he was wrong and would never abuse his brothers and sisters again. He also asked not to implicate his mother with his mistakes.

After Chu Jinglan knelt down, Wanyu's medicine was restored. From then on, Chu Yusheng avoided Chu Jinglan most of the time, and Chu Jinglan treated him as if he were air.

Chu Jinglan could endure suffering himself, but he could not let his mother suffer.

Chu Jinglan was surprised to hear Xiao Mo give the correct answer and stopped testing him for the time being. Xiao Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Chu Jinglan chose a plot that was already in the book. If he had chosen a plot that was not described in the original novel but was created by the characters while they were living in the world, it would have been a bit dangerous.

After all, even the information that the system, a powerful auxiliary, has mastered is based on the original work. For example, Chu Jinglan's behavior of looking inward into his sea of ​​consciousness when he was in the Jindan stage out of anger and striving to become stronger, even the system cannot foresee it.

After the Chu family members gathered, the head of the family and three elders led a few dozen Chu family disciples and some guards, and they rushed to the location of the secret realm selection conference.

The selection venue was chosen very close to the Secret Realm of Mushan. The venue was very large, and the arena was divided into arenas by formations. Each area was shining, using light pollution to create a domineering effect. The locals were already accustomed to it, and it could only appease their inner demons who had never seen the grand scene of the cultivation world.

Xiao Mo: Wow.

The clouds are swirling, the sun is shining on the evening mountains, the immortal comes with a sword, and his heroic spirit transcends thousands of mountains.

In the past, flying swords through the clouds only existed in fantasy, and mysterious fighting techniques were just special effects on the screen. When breaking through the dimensional wall became real, no one could control the shock of the brain.

Give the modern inner demons a little shock to the world of cultivation.

Xiao Mo floated off Chu Jinglan's shoulder in a trance.

He originally thought that now that he had joined the cultivation army, he should watch others fight and comprehend the true meaning of cultivation from their actual combat. Unexpectedly, he gained something unexpected.

Perfect scene!

None of the families participating in the selection wanted to lose, so in order to show off, they all brought a lot of people with them. If there were not enough disciples of appropriate age, they would use the spectators to fill the gap. Guards and attendants were also arranged, and the scene was bustling and lively.

The families were originally exchanging greetings and socializing, but when the Chu family arrived, everyone's eyes were on them at once.

Patriarch Chu and the Great Elder straightened their backs and enjoyed the stares very much.

Those eyes accurately found Chu Jinglan among the Chu family, and whispers rang out.

"His breath has thickened again."

"Is it possible that you can advance to the level of a Yuanying before you are 20?"

"What kind of monster has emerged from the Chu family!"

The more they discussed this, the more the Great Elder smiled, and he walked forward with his head held high. Chu Jinglan was not surprised at all whether he heard praise or slander.

He was accustomed to the faces of these people. Except for his mother, there was no difference among all people in his eyes.

That’s right, Chu Jinglan thought calmly, all the people he came into contact with were deceitful and hypocritical, they were nothing but - before he could finish thinking about what was after “yes”, he saw the inner demon Tuanzi sneak out at lightning speed.

It was like a black lightning, and it seemed like a family relative of the light of the formation in the field.

Young Master Chu was forced to interrupt his philosophical outlook on life halfway through.

He watched the inner demon rise up with the wind, watched him spin and jump around the tall coiled dragon pillar, watched him jump onto the ring and bounce left and right in the golden light of the defensive formation.

Finally, he rushed straight to the highest seat in the audience without even noticing that he had exceeded the distance, and was then forcibly transported back to Chu Jinglan by the restraints between him and his original body.

When the dumpling was pulled back, the force was so great that its body was deformed. It bounced like a ball before returning to its round shape.

But he still looks energetic.

Chu Jinglan's expression went blank for a moment.

He went from being wary, to being surprised, to being puzzled.

What's in the field? What's wrong with the inner demon?

When Chu Jinglan's gaze was cast towards his inner demon, it just happened to pass by a young outer disciple of the Chu family.

This man was about thirteen or fourteen years old, his surname was not Chu, he had ordinary talent, and he had come from a small place outside Mucheng with a casual cultivator, so he had limited knowledge.

He looked at the people in the field who were exclaiming in amazement, his eyes sparkling. If he had not dared to leave the team at will, he would have rushed out.

If he rushed out, Chu Jinglan had no doubt that the little disciple's cheerful look would overlap with his previous inner demons.

Chu Jinglan was shocked: "..."

He had an outrageous guess: The inner demon overcame laziness and got up even when yawning, because he was looking forward to the selection meeting?

I have to say that the process was wrong, but the result was right.

The lower world is such a small and poor place with limited resources. Even the venue built by the big families of Dusk City together cannot compare to the grandeur of an ordinary sect in the middle world.

Chu Jinglan was once brought to the middle realm, where he saw the towering pavilion of the Illusion Sword Sect and witnessed the swords shattering the sky and the shaking of the earth during the disciples' competition.

Having seen the great witch, Chu Jinglan didn't believe that he would be shocked by the small witch from the lower world.

Chu Jinglan began to wonder again: Did this inner demon who called himself Xiao Mo get all of his memories?