Chapter 29

Xiao Mo sat there, silent for a long time.

Is he the last one?

What about the original people? Are they just passers-by A, B, C, and D, who can be replaced at will?

Xiao Mo tightened his grip on the test stone. The feeling of being poked by the stone brought him back to his senses. Xiao Mo suddenly realized: Oh, it’s not confirmed yet!

What if he can't produce the fake spiritual root? Even though he is a most special inner demon with a spiritual body that is not bound by common sense, this thing can't be produced just by pinching it, right?

Xiao Mo put down the test stone and said, "I'll try, but I can't guarantee it will work."

Chu Jinglan nodded and placed his hand on the test stone: "You can feel how its spiritual power flows and the fluctuations of its spiritual roots."

If he wanted to pretend to be a human, he would have to appear in front of people. Xiao Mo first wrapped himself in two layers of spiritual power to make himself visible, and used the visible state to fake his spiritual roots. However, when he appeared, three children suddenly ran over and saw this scene.

Mo Zhi was so frightened that he screamed, "Ghost!!"

It turned out that Mo Zhi was led by Yan Chun with a pen, and wrote his name crookedly. He was very happy, and rushed to the hall with the paper in his hand, wanting to show it to Chu Jinglan. Yan Chun and Chu Xia could not stop him, so they had to run after him breathlessly. Unexpectedly, they ran into the magician at the door.

Yanchun and Chuxia ran slowly and didn't see clearly. Instead, they were startled by Mo Zhi's howl.

Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan turned their heads to look over at the same time, and Xiao Mo's face came into their sight. After seeing his appearance clearly, the three frightened children stared with their eyes wide open in idiocy.

This "ghost" looks quite similar to the master, but the expressions are completely different. The master is as cold as frost, but the ghost has a smile on his face, and his eyes seem to contain peach blossoms, and he is breathtakingly gorgeous.

Xiao Mo pointed and said, "Don't scream, kid. I'm alive and well."

Even though I died once.

Mo Zhi dropped the rice paper in his hand. He uttered an "Ah" in a daze. He hadn't come back to his senses yet, but his frightened expression had faded. He looked at Chu Jinglan, then at Xiao Mo, and said foolishly, "Is it, is it a living person?"

Yan Chun could see that Chu Jinglan had a cold expression, so he quickly picked up the calligraphy paper on the ground and pulled Mo Zhi back: "Sorry, Master, we shouldn't have come here without permission and disturbed you."

They had never come into contact with cultivators before and were not used to it. They thought that the person in front of their master should also be a cultivator, and the sudden appearance of something might be a magic, which made them very surprised.

Seeing the three children couldn't help but secretly look at him, Xiao Mo smiled and magnanimously forgave Chu Jinglan: "It's okay, it's a good opportunity for me to get to know you guys. My name is Xiao Mo, and I'm your master's... um, brother."

So that's how it is. They really look like brothers. As for why they don't have the same surname, that's not a problem at all. Look, brother and sister Yanchun and Chuxia don't have the same surname now.

In fact, apart from Mo Zhi who has a carefree personality, Yan Chun and Chu Xia are still a little afraid of Chu Jinglan. It's mainly because their master looks too cold. They have been sensitive to people's emotions since they were young, so they are a little cautious.

But Xiao Mo gave people a different feeling. He had a faint smile in his eyes and was so handsome that he looked easy to approach.

They are obviously two similar faces, but if you have to choose between Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan to snuggle up to, most people will probably shrink behind Xiao Mo.

Since it wasn't a ghost, Mo Zhi had nothing to be afraid of. He didn't know how to read the atmosphere. He happily held up the calligraphy and showed it off to Chu Jinglan and Xiao Mo: "I can write my name now!"

It was Yan Chun who taught him how to write it. If he were to write on his own, he would definitely not be able to write two complete words.

Chu Jinglan was silent, Xiao Mo gave the kid some encouragement: "Not bad, you have made progress."

The test stone had already glowed a light silver in Chu Jinglan's hand, making his handsome face look cold. "He has practiced a special technique. If you see him disappear or suddenly appear in the future, don't be alarmed."

Mo Zhi grinned happily. He looked at Chu Jinglan and Xiao Mo and suddenly asked, "Master and... Young Master, or Young Master? Who is the elder brother and who is the younger brother?"

Xiao Mo: "This kind of thing is actually not important."

Chu Jinglan still didn't say anything, but just glanced at Mo Zhi indifferently.

Although this child was foolish in many ways of dealing with people, he had a wild instinct like a little beast. When Chu Jinglan glanced at him, he shuddered inexplicably, opened his mouth with an "ah", and blurted out with rare cleverness: "The master must be my brother!"

Xiao Mo originally thought it was nothing, but when he heard this, his rebellious heart began to emerge. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Why?"

Most teenagers still have the fixed idea that "it is better to be an older brother than a younger brother", and they are unable to understand that there are merits in both "calling brother" and "being called by brother".

Mo Zhi shook his smart yet stupid head and said, "Well, I just think it's more similar."

Xiao Mo was so angry that he laughed and praised his brain: "Okay, go play, we adults still have important things to do."

A house is full of teenagers, and even a seventeen-year-old dares to call himself an adult.

Mo Zhihuan jumped out happily: "He just said I can go play!"

Yan Chun grabbed his hand and said sternly, "No, continue learning Chinese characters. You can't even recognize the beginning of the Three Character Classic."

Mo Zhi wailed and tried to break free. He was one year older than Yanchun and Chuxia, and had been crawling and fighting for years, so he was stronger. But Yanchun held him with one hand, and Chuxia smiled and hugged his other arm: "Learn to read!"

This time there was no way to get away, and the two children carried him back into the study.

There is always something that can defeat something else. After watching the show, Xiao Mo was happy to look away and his eyes fell on the table again. Chu Jinglan pressed his fingers on the test stone, and the stone glowed with a cold white glow, which meant that he had a mutated ice spiritual root.

Different spiritual roots will show different colors. Xiao Mo placed his hand on the other side of the stone, feeling the flow of spiritual power inside the stone, but this was not enough. After a moment, Xiao Mo placed his fingers on Chu Jinglan's wrist.

The wrist is one of the vital points for a cultivator. Chu Jinglan tightened his fingers consciously for a moment, then he slowly adjusted his breathing and relaxed his fingers.

There is no temperature at Xiao Mo's fingertips. To outsiders, Chu Jinglan looks like a block of ice and snow, but his body is warm. However, Xiao Mo, who looks gorgeous and passionate, is actually like frost, so cold that it chills one's bones and heart.

Xiao Mo was feeling the connection between the spiritual root and the test stone. He pressed his fingers on Chu Jinglan's wrist and slid them lightly, a bit like a doctor taking a pulse, but not entirely. Wherever his fingertips passed, they would leave a clear, cool touch that would linger for a long time.

Chu Jinglan lowered his eyes and looked at Xiao Mo's porcelain-like fingertips, which were two points whiter than his skin. He asked, "Aren't you cold?"

"Hmm? Not cold." Xiao Mo's fingertips stopped on Chu Jinglan's wrist. He could feel the temperature of a human being, warm and comfortable, but he did not feel cold because of the coldness of the spirit. After all, he had no flesh and blood, and it had been like this since he turned into a heart demon. There was no discomfort anywhere.

Xiao Mo carefully sensed it for a while and removed his fingers: "Give me some time."

Chu Jinglan lowered his sleeves to cover his wrists. The cool touch was still very clear, not uncomfortable, but impossible to ignore. It was as if his wrists were kissed by the winter morning frost. Compared with the cold, it was the tranquility of the early morning that touched his heart first.

Chu Jinglan picked up the sword and went to the courtyard to slowly practice the moves. Xiao Mo sat in the hall, holding a stone and began to pinch the fake spiritual root.

He had a lot of things in his mind, and from time to time he would glance at Chu Jinglan who was practicing sword, so he was not very focused and was multitasking.

Sometimes I think about the world plot, sometimes I think about what kind of spiritual root to cultivate.

Among the five people, Chu Jinglan and Mo Zhi both have single spiritual roots, which is eye-catching enough. He'd better keep a low profile and get three or four spiritual roots to balance the superficial strength of the sect.

The spiritual root is essentially the embodiment of the five elements of the human body. It relies on the spiritual root to communicate with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The spiritual root is a special water pipe and the dantian is a water reservoir. To use Chu Jinglan as an example, his water reservoir is leaking now and cannot hold water, so no matter how good the water pipe is, it is useless.

As Xiao Mo thought, he randomly gathered invisible lines inside his spirit body.

What colors would look best when mixed together? He thought carelessly, like modeling a model, mobilizing his spiritual energy to press left and right. It was clear that he was not putting his heart into it, but before long, the test stone in his hand began to glow.

Xiao Mo stopped, looked at the three lights of red, blue and brown, and thought quietly: Ah, it's done.

Water, fire and earth, the three spiritual roots, ordinary and low-key.

It succeeded, but Xiao Mo didn't show any joy on his face. He held the test stone, lowered his eyes listlessly, and suddenly asked the system a question: "System, besides me, are there other travelers in this world?"

The system will not care why the host suddenly asks questions, it will just answer dutifully: "No."

"According to what you said, there are eight cornerstone characters in total. Then why does Chu Jinglan need a time traveler and a system? What's so special about him?"

System: "After comprehensively evaluating personal abilities, personality, and the impact of the surrounding environment, we conclude that Chu Jinglan is the most dangerous of the important figures."

The most dangerous? Xiao Mo placed his finger lightly on the test stone. How could a person who died without leaving any trace according to the original storyline become the most dangerous?

Xiao Mo's tone changed from being neither salty nor bland to half mocking: "Is he considered dangerous?"

The system detected Xiao Mo's emotions, and its tone became more humane and cautious: "It means that he is the one who is most likely to trigger bugs and cause instability in the foundation, so he was assigned to the system and the time traveler."

Xiao Mo held the test stone in his hand, neither hurried nor slow, but with an indescribable sense of oppression in his calmness: "Why do I feel that you just changed two words and came to talk nonsense literature with me, and continue to be a riddle teller?"

The system chokes.

He said aggrievedly, "This is the result of the analysis. I have told you, host. You see, I have done a good job since I came here. Even if you want to slack off, I only give suggestions and don't stop you. I haven't urged you to do anything."

"You can't stop it even if you want to. Whoever made you follow the rules will always have loopholes to exploit."

System: “Hmm.”

Xiao Mo sighed: "Forget it."

Anyway, he will witness it together with Chu Jinglan. If he has any doubts or puzzles, he will just take it one step at a time and see what happens. Everything will work out when the time comes. His thoughts and ideas will eventually surface, so he is not in a hurry.

Instead of being overly obsessed with things that are too far away and illusory, it is better to look at the people and things that are within reach in the present.

Xiao Mo walked to the window. There was a bright and colorful flower in the vase next to him. Xiao Mo raised his hand and threw the test stone towards Chu Jinglan in the yard.

Chu Jinglan turned around, held the sword horizontally, and used the sword to hold the test stone steadily. Then he raised it, held it in his hand, and looked up at Xiao Mo who was standing in the window.

Xiao Mo leaned against the window, one hand resting casually, and with the other hand he waved lazily towards Chu Jinglan: "It's done."

Faster than Chu Jinglan expected.

Xiao Mo leaned against the window, facing the sky, and looked at Chu Jinglan approaching: "So what is the name of our sect?"

Xiao Mo thought Chu Jinglan would need to think about it, but he heard him speak without hesitation: "Du'e."

Xiao Mo raised his eyebrows. Although he didn't know when Chu Jinglan had come up with this idea, he tasted it and said, "It's not bad, but it's a little heavy."

But in this world, nothing can stop sinking. At least the word "crossing" is still a thought.

Chu Jinglan took the sword and said, "I will go to register with the sect today. When I come back, pack up your things. We will set off in two days."

Xiao Mo: "You prepare the things, I'll go call the kids."

As Xiao Mo spoke, he climbed out from the window lightly. Chu Jinglan looked at the open door in surprise, then saw Xiao Mo sticking his head in from the study window. He didn't know whether he was adding a picture of a beauty on the window lattice to the children in the room, or just scaring them.

...Why do you only like to go through windows?

*

The registration affairs department of martial sects is mainly responsible for collecting money. The management is not strict. No one cares why you created a sect. As long as you get the money, the matter is over.

There was nothing wrong with Xiao Mo's disguise. The person who was in charge saw two people with single spiritual roots in a row and looked at them a few more times with curiosity and scrutiny. It was not until Xiao Mo, who had "three spiritual roots", appeared that he withdrew his gaze.

The three children had different concerns. When they saw the 100 taels of silver being handed out, their eyes widened. Xiao Mo took the opportunity to scold them: "See, this is a lot of money. When I take you to the middle realm, I will give you spirit stones, which is equivalent to 100 taels of gold per person."

"Gold!?"

All three were stunned by the huge amount of money. Mo Zhi opened his mouth so wide that a duck egg could be stuffed in it. He felt dizzy and said, "I have never seen so much money in my life!"

This is exactly the effect he wanted. Xiao Mo snorted and laughed: "So remember how good Master Chu is to you, and help him more in the future."

The three of them nodded hurriedly, like chicks pecking at rice. Yan Chun said, "We will definitely remember the kindness of our master and you."

Chu Xia followed her brother's lead, and Mo Zhi patted his chest and said, "From now on, I will take care of your affairs... No, I will take care of you!"

He had just learned from Yan Chun that he could not call himself "young master" in front of Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan, and he also remembered to hold back on his swear words.

Xiao Mo was happy to see them taking him out to play, but it didn't matter to him whether they missed him or not. He rubbed Mo Zhi's head, and seeing Yan Chun and Chu Xia's expectant yet reserved expressions, he also reached out his hand and patted everyone's head.

After Chu Jinglan paid the money and took away the sect's new disciple card, he turned around and saw four pairs of bright eyes staring at him without blinking.

Chu Jinglan was shocked: "..."

What to do?

Judging from Chu's shocked expressions, the three children woke up from their dream: Wow, they were actually expecting the master to pat them on the head just now. What was they thinking? It's definitely impossible!

However, their attention was immediately drawn to the sign in Chu Jinglan's hand. The little wild monkey Mo Zhi jumped up first and said, "A sign that cost one hundred taels of silver! I have one too, right?"

Chu Jinglan took out Mo Zhi's disciple card, and Mo Zhi happily took it: "It looks great, how do I use it?"

Yanchun and Chuxia received the badges in an orderly manner. They were smart, and seeing the disciples from the newly established sects hanging the badges on their waists, they also learned to do the same and pulled Mo Zhi over to join them.

Chu Jinglan had a sign on his left hand that was a sect order with "Du'e Sect" written on it. There were two more signs on his right hand. Xiao Mo picked up one of the signs with simple patterns and shook it in his hand: "Is this mine?"

The remaining piece has decoration with "Master's Order" written on it.

A sect with only five people is, after all, just making up the numbers. With the blood contract, even if the sect is disbanded after reaching the middle realm, Yan Chun Chu Xia and Mo Zhi will still have to work for Chu Jinglan. It really doesn't matter who is the leader and who is the disciple.

Chu Jinglan did not retract his right hand: "If you want this piece, you can take it."

"What do I need it for? No." Xiao Mo stroked his piece of wood. The material of the wood is simple, but it is polished and smooth. It is good to rub it occasionally. He shook the sign and suddenly thought, "Should I change the way I address you now?"

Xiao Mo: "Master?"

Chu Jinglan remained calm: "The sect is just a cover, I am not the head of any sect."

Xiao Mo nodded seriously: "But we are all practicing together, so we should be closer. You insist on being my brother, but that's too clingy. Why don't I call you senior brother from now on?"

These two words came out of Xiao Mo's mouth easily, as if his Ren and Du meridians were opened. There was no sticking of teeth like when he said the word "brother", and he could say it out smoothly.

He found it amusing for a moment, tilted his head to look at Chu Jinglan, and called out again: "Senior Brother?"

Chu Jinglan was shocked: "..."

Chu Jinglan couldn't help but curl his fingers.

He suddenly understood why the inner demon had that look of despair on his face when he repeatedly called Xiao Mo "brother" in the merchant caravan.

...It is true that it makes one want to close one's eyes and ears and escape to live somewhere else.

Congratulations to Chu Jinglan and Xiao Mo for experiencing one of the essences of modern society, which is called social death.

The three kids had their badges ready. When they heard their conversation, they came over with bright eyes and stood in a row. Chu Jinglan suddenly understood what they meant. The slightly moved expression in his eyes subsided and he said coldly, "Don't follow him and shout."

The three children's eyes suddenly dimmed.

Xiao Mo walked forward and held them and walked forward: "It's okay, the master is tough on the outside but soft on the inside. When you have learned the things, you can gather around him and call him master or senior brother, and he won't be able to do anything to you."

The three children's expressions brightened up again and they regained their spirits. Xiao Mo couldn't help but sigh that at this age, they are just the right age to know things, but they are also simple and easy to coax.

*

After returning to the house, they began to pack up. Chu Jinglan took out some medicinal herbs that he had prepared for Wanyu and exchanged them for money. He also bought a carriage and brought it back to take to the middle world.

He had five storage containers in his hands, enough to take away everything in the warehouse. Chu Jinglan took one with him and gave the remaining four to Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo put them into the space backpack.

This brings me to another comment on the weird setting of the backpack. The same grid can hold twenty identical swords before reaching the upper limit, but it can also hold twenty identical storage containers. Xiao Mo couldn't help but ask the system when this crappy service could be upgraded, and why it could hold twenty taels of gold but not twenty tons.

The question is to wait for the cultivation to improve. The system also opened an upgrade progress bar for him, which was intuitive and conspicuous, hanging on the panel: "The equipment upgrade is also here, you can see it."

Xiao Mo carefully looked at the progress bar and suddenly realized something else: "Although you never urge me to practice, and seem to be letting me do what I want, but things need points to be exchanged, and service upgrades require cultivation to be improved. Isn't this the routine of online games?"

I promised not to spend any money, but after entering the game, I found out that the capital is very cunning and everything they say is a lie.

The system snorted: "They are all able to provide you with assistance. You also voluntarily got rid of the salted fish state."

There is some truth to that, but not much.

After packing up everything, he handed the mansion back to the caretaker. Chu Jinglan had given him enough money in the beginning, and caretaking was an easy job that only happened occasionally, so he could still look after the mansion for many years.

It turned out that the reason why Chu Jinglan chose Weicheng was because the boundary gate between the middle world and the lower world was just ten miles outside Weicheng. Several people drove the carriage and arrived there quickly.

There were people coming and going at the boundary gate, and it was very lively. In order to avoid running into the Chu family, Chu Jinglan put a mask on his face, while Xiao Mo simply turned invisible and did not show up.

At this time, the advantage of the inner demon spirit body is reflected - he can go to the middle realm without paying spirit stones!

The rule is that each person pays ten low-grade spirit stones. He is no longer a human being, nor a demon with flesh and blood. He is just a spirit. The gate cannot stop him. He can come and go freely. Therefore, this is not considered as evading the ticket, but just a reasonable way to save money.

The inner demon really saves a lot of trouble and money.

Chu Jinglan paid forty low-grade spirit stones. The gatekeeper of the boundary gate came from the middle realm. After receiving the money, he wrote a talisman on the back of each of their hands. Only with this mark could they pass through the boundary gate.

Xiao Mo looked at the stones flowing out like water and said, "It's a big business. Who are the gatekeepers from?"

Chu Jinglan used voice transmission to talk to him: "The people guarding the gates of the lower and middle realms are all from the Immortal Alliance."

The Immortal Alliance is a major force that spans the middle world and the upper world. It is an alliance formed by multiple sects and families. There is a Immortal Alliance Palace in the upper world, and the leader is in charge.

It wouldn't be surprising if it was them, but the Immortal Alliance is only one of the major forces. The most powerful force in the cultivation world today is still the Yunduan Six Sects.

There are six major sects in charge, and there are more than a thousand affiliated sects under them. The sphere of influence is very wide and the influence is strong. In the future, Chu Jinglan will join one of the six sects.

However, these are not things that Chu Jinglan, whose cultivation has not yet recovered, would know.

The boundary gate is a curtain of light, and five meters away is the formation set up by the Immortal Alliance. Chu Jinglan and others have talismans in their hands and can pass through the formation smoothly. For the sake of safety, Xiao Mo temporarily returns to the sea of ​​consciousness and observes the outside world with Chu Jinglan's vision.

The three children were excited and nervous, and crowded at the door of the carriage. Yanchun held Chuxia in his arms, and Mozhi held their arms. Chu Jinglan drove the carriage in a hurry, and the wheels rolled and disappeared into the light curtain.

After the bright light that drowned out the vision, the carriage continued to move forward at a leisurely pace. The children rubbed their eyes and suddenly felt a sharp sound of wind above their heads. Looking up, they saw many monks flying with swords, streaking through the sky like meteors, leaving trails of spiritual energy in the air. It was very novel for the children who had just started practicing cultivation.

Three kids: “Wow!”

It’s not that there are no monks with swords in the underworld, it’s just that they have never seen them before.

Someone nearby took out a flying boat, which suddenly expanded from a point of light into a ship like a magic trick.

Children: “Wow!!”

There were also people who used monsters as mounts, or used monsters to pull carriages. Compared with them, Chu Jinglan's low-key and simple carriage became particularly conspicuous.

Others looked over and saw that the driver was wearing a mask and had three small heads.

Although other people were curious about this strange combination, they did not take it seriously.

"Are you spending money to get a place in some sects and do business in the Middle Realm?"

After all, I couldn't sense any cultivation from them.

"Who is running a business with so many children? A car can't hold much cargo, right? Who cares? It's none of our business. Let's go to that poor place in the lower realm to do our mission. If we stay there for too long, we'll get tired. The air in the middle realm is still fresher!"

The spiritual energy in the lower realm is the thinnest among the three realms. Even Yan Chun and the other two could feel that after arriving in the middle realm, their bodies seemed to become lighter, and their breathing became smoother and a little light.

Mo Zhi poked his head in and asked, "Where is the fairy sister floating in the palace in the sky?"

Xiao Mo came out of the sea of ​​consciousness and hid in the carriage. He tapped Mo Zhi's head with his flute and said, "What are you thinking about, little head? Practice hard. The fairy sisters are all powerful. You can see them when you go up."

Chu Jinglan drove the carriage to a place far away from the gate. When the crowds around him faded, he took off his mask and stopped the carriage: "Let's have lunch here."

The fasting pills are in my luggage, but if I have the conditions to eat, there is no need to waste them.

Chu Jinglan tied up the horse, Yanchun and Chuxia had already set up the pot. Mo Zhi wanted to go to the woods next door to collect firewood, but before he could take a step out, Chu Jinglan asked him to stay.

Mo Zhi blinked: "I will pick up firewood."

"Silly boy, he is afraid of some danger in the forest," Xiao Mo walked forward leisurely, "Stay here, this is the middle realm, if you encounter monsters in the forest, you are not enough to stop them."

Mo Zhi shuddered and shrank back. He had originally been a little lazy about learning calligraphy and practicing. After all, those introductory books on the mind method were impossible to read if one could not read. He had found learning calligraphy very painful, but now he felt a little more urgent.

If I could fly on a sword, I wouldn't be afraid of wild beasts.

He lingered over to Yan Chun and said, "I, I'll learn a few more words today!"

Seeing that he finally knew how to make progress, Yan Chun was surprised at first, but then relieved, and stuffed the spoon into his hand: "Okay, but now you go and break the cake first."

Xiao Mo did not follow Chu Jinglan into the forest. Although he had just scared the children about monsters, most monsters in ordinary forests were not intelligent and did not even have monster pills. They were only a little more ferocious than wild beasts and Chu Jinglan could deal with them.

Those intelligent monsters usually won't show up in the shallow forests in the middle world where cultivators roam everywhere.

Yanchun and Chuxia are both good at odd jobs, and Mozhi has learned a few things from following them in the past few days. They set up the pot and waited for Chu Jinglan to come back.

Just like feeding the little birds in the nest, Xiao Mo imagined the scene of the chicks chirping and opening their mouths, and couldn't help but smile.

Afterwards they will go to the Lin'an Academy in the middle realm.

Lin'an Academy is a training academy where monks gather. Liu Shao, the best medical practitioner in the inner world, works as a teacher in the academy.

Chu Jinglan originally planned to buy a map after leaving the gate, but Xiao Mo said that he knew the route.

At that time, Chu Jinglan just glanced at him indifferently. He didn't ask why his inner demon knew the route when he didn't even know it. He just nodded and said: OK.

Xiao Mo thought, you may think that I have a lot of secrets, but in my opinion, you are also full of mysteries. We are exactly the same.

It took more than ten days to walk from Jiemen to Lin'an Academy in their small carriage, so the children still had time to read more books and learn to read.

When Chu Jinglan came back from the woods, he brought a pheasant with him. Mo Zhi was very good at roasting chicken. The chicken was super cooked. Chu Jinglan had already prepared the chicken. Mo Zhi skewered it with a wooden stick and started roasting it in a very professional manner.

Water was boiled in the pot to soak the dry grains. After everything was ready, Yan Chun and the others scooped some food to Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan. Xiao Mo waved his hands and said, "I have already fasted. I don't need to eat. You can eat by yourselves."

Chu Xia held the bowl and sighed softly, "How convenient! I don't even have to eat."

Mo Zhi nodded, but when he smelled the aroma of the golden roasted chicken, he immediately rebelled: "But eating delicious food is also a kind of enjoyment. I think we should eat it if we can."

Xiao Mo wanted to say that great minds think alike, but he couldn't handle it alone, so he shouldn't make things difficult for himself for the time being.

After lunch they continued on their journey, Chu Jinglan and Xiao Mo took turns driving. For the kids in the car, it might be strange at first, but after a while they would find that riding in a horse carriage for a long distance is not a comfortable experience at all. Their bones would become sore from the shaking, and soon their ambition to study hard would be shattered.

At the request of the three, Chu Jinglan taught them how to drive a carriage. The two horses were very docile and not difficult to drive. The children just took turns to get some fresh air, and they were not the ones who mainly drove.

When it was getting dark, they had to stop. The carriage could not accommodate five people to lie down and sleep, so they had to set up camp.

While the others were setting up their tents, Xiao Mo shot out black mist from his fingers, which formed a circle around the campsite. If there was any disturbance, he would be the first to know. He also rolled a few floating spiritual light balls to use for lighting, which was better than a campfire and would not hurt his eyes when reading at night.

The children looked on with envy and became more determined to practice.

After dinner, under the illumination of the spiritual ball, Chu Jinglan meditated. Even though his Dantian was useless, he could not let his meridians dry up, so he insisted on breathing and regulating his breath. Mo Zhi lay on the ground practicing calligraphy, writing crookedly "Man is born good".

Xiao Mo took out his flute. In this situation, it was most suitable to play a tune. But just when the flute was about to his lips, he saw Yan Chun holding a book and looking towards him and Chu Jinglan from time to time, with hesitation in his eyes.

Xiao Mo raised his eyebrows, put down his flute, and greeted him directly: "What do you want to ask?"

Yanchun didn't expect to be caught while peeking. She was scared for a moment, then pursed her lips, mustered up the courage and walked over with Chuxia.

"Master, we can't understand this introductory manual."

Xiao Mo: "Why don't you understand?"

Yan Chun was a little embarrassed: "I couldn't understand it at the beginning."

The first chapter naturally talks about drawing Qi into the body, which is an introduction to the basics.

It turned out to be because of this. Although Xiao Xinmo had reached the peak of the Golden Core realm when he was born and had never experienced drawing qi into the body, he also suddenly became a cultivator from an ordinary person, from nothing to something, and the difference was obvious. He felt that he could still say a thing or two in this regard.

"Let me tell you. Oh, by the way, you don't have to call me Young Master. I'm not used to it. Since we are all cultivators and I'm older than you, just call me Senior Brother. It won't go wrong."

Although when monks meet people from other sects, they will call them "senior brothers and sisters" in addition to "fellow Taoists", but in a sect, there is no master, but only senior brothers and junior brothers and sisters, which is also unique.

Chu Jinglan, who was meditating, twitched his eyelashes.

Xiao Mo has already begun to explain.

"To draw Qi into the body is nothing more than to communicate with the heaven and earth, and to absorb the Qi that is usually invisible and intangible into the body."

Yanchun and Chuxia listened carefully to his voice.

Xiao Mo stretched out his hand and grabbed in the air: "The air touches the skin, the spiritual energy is injected into the meridians, close your eyes and feel the difference between the breath, and then grab the spiritual energy."

Yanchun and Chuxia nodded, waiting for Xiao Mo to continue.

Xiao Mo: “That’s it.”

Then he stopped, looking as if he had finished what I was saying.

…

ah?

It's over? What's going on?

Yanchun and Chuxia stared with their eyes wide open, looking at Xiao Mo blankly. Xiao Mo even said, "Just try it with your eyes closed."

…but it feels like I didn’t hear anything?

The two children were confused. They closed their eyes in confusion, then opened them after a moment. They were just as confused when they closed their eyes as they were when they opened them.

Xiao Mo: "How is it, do you understand?"

Yanchun pursed his lips, and Chuxia shook her head honestly: "I don't understand, Master... um, Senior Brother."

Xiao Mo was puzzled: "Huh? What didn't I explain clearly?"

He was not being sarcastic, nor was he impatient; he was simply genuinely confused and wondering what he didn't understand.

But Yanchun and Chuxia feel that they don't understand anything. They are afraid that if they say so, their senior brother and master will think they are stupid and don't want them anymore.

The two of them were embarrassed and secretly anxiously twirling their fingers, not daring to speak. At this time, Chu Jinglan opened his eyes and said in a calm tone: "Inducing Qi is just like breathing. Turn the gas into flowing water and flow it into the veins. You can try it."

Try...try what, breathe?

Yanchun and Chuxia looked at each other, then took deep breaths. After taking several quick breaths, they were almost choked, but they still didn't understand anything.

But Chu Jinglan was still looking at them, waiting for them to hand in their answers.

Yanchun and Chuxia are just like two kids waiting for their parents to check their homework. The worst thing is that they don’t know how to do anything!

Chu Jinglan frowned slightly: "Still don't understand?"

Xiao Mo also said: "Is that almost enough?"

The teaching plan of the God of Learning appeared. First do this and then do that, and get the answer. Do you understand?

Why, you don't understand? It's very detailed, why don't you understand?

The system finally couldn't help but jump out at this time, and said in Xiao Mo's mind with a proud voice: "I said it! Host, you and Chu Jinglan are not suitable to be teachers at all. Your teaching explanations are not something that ordinary people can understand!"

Thanks to students Yanchun and Chuxia for verifying the theory of the system. It is not the system that is wrong, but Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan who have problems.

There really is a gap in the brain circuits between geniuses and ordinary people!

Yanchun and Chuxia were a little flustered. At this time, Mo Zhi sat on the ground with his legs crossed and held the brush in his hand: "Hiss, grab the air? I think I understand a little bit."

Suddenly, all eyes fell on him.

Mo Zhi imitated Xiao Mo's movements, raised his hands and grabbed the air, and asked uncertainly: "Is it the whooshing feeling?"

Yanchun and Chuxia were originally expecting something, but were stunned when they heard this.

ah?

Xiao Mo swung his flute and said, "Who would understand this? It's like the gathering and dispersing of mist."

Chu Jinglan said: "It is like a flowing stream."

Mo Zhi frowned and tapped his head, as if he had thought of something crucial, but he was just one step away from it. He was so anxious that he looked irritated. The firewood in the bonfire made a "pop" sound. Mo Zhi's eyes widened and he slapped his forehead: "I understand, it's fire!"

Yanchun/Chuxia: “…”

From air to mist to water to fire, well, they were completely confused. They couldn't understand what they were supposed to understand, as if they were listening to a foreign language.

The system sighed, pitifully. It was obvious that he and his siblings were the only normal people and normal system in this family. As the normal part, they had to endure too much.

Listen, are the other three people speaking human language? It would be strange if the child wasn’t confused!

As a result, within a few days, Mo Zhi, who could not read or write, was the first to draw Qi into his body and officially entered the world of cultivators. He was so happy, and although Yan Chun and Chu Xia were worried about their own cultivation, they were also sincerely happy for him.

Now Yan Chunchuxia can teach him to read, and Mo Zhi can in turn guide them in their cultivation - as for whether they can understand it, that is another matter.

In this way, the carriage carrying the four people and the demon traveled for more than ten days. When they set up camp on the twelfth night, they were estimated to be two days away from Lin'an Academy.

On their way to Lin'an Academy, there was a city they had to pass through, and the name of the city was Lin'an.

Yan Chun woke up in a daze in the middle of the night and wanted to go out to urinate. As soon as she touched the curtain door, she heard Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan talking outside.

"Rent a small courtyard in Lin'an?" It was Xiao Mo's voice. "Then we have to find a way to make some money first."

Chu Jinglan said: "Stay in Lin'an City for a while. With your Yuanying's cultivation, we should be able to find a way to make money quickly."

Yan Chun was fully awake. He ran out in a hurry. Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan turned to look at him at the same time and saw the child's anxious face: "Master, Senior Brother, I, I can help do odd jobs to earn money. I can also help."

Xiao Mo blinked gently, Yan Chun's face flushed red, and she tugged at her clothes: "My sister and I can both be of use, really."

Ah, Xiao Mo's eyes swept across his aggrieved and disturbed face, and he understood where Yan Chun's sudden self-recommendation came from.

From anxiety.

Mo Zhi is already considered a cultivator, but he and Chu Xia seem to be useless. They are afraid of being abandoned.

Xiao Mo had seen this kind of expression before, on the faces of children in orphanages, and on his own face in the mirror when he was young.

"Don't panic." Xiao Mo said softly, "There will be times when we need you, but there are some things that only we can do, so just do what we teach you first."

He said, “I will not abandon you.”

As soon as these words were spoken, Yan Chun's eyes turned red. After spending the past few days together, he felt that he had met a good master and came to a good place. However, seeing that he had made no progress in cultivation and thinking that he might be abandoned, he became uneasy and could not sleep or eat, but he did not dare to show it in front of his sister.

Because Chu Xia was obviously also worried, he couldn't make her even more uneasy.

After hearing Xiao Mo's simple words, he finally felt reassured and relaxed, pinching the corner of his clothes nervously: "Well, well, thank you, senior brother, thank you, master."

Since he was stubbornly holding back his tears, Xiao Mo pretended not to notice that he was about to cry and just said, "Get up to go to the bathroom? Go ahead, but don't go too far."

Yan Chun ran away in a hurry and rubbed his eyes when he turned around.

The bonfire had gone out, and Xiao Mo dimmed the brightness of the surrounding spiritual balls, which floated up and down slowly. Chu Jinglan asked in the dim light, "Are you good at dealing with children?"

"Not really." Xiao Mo said, "It's all human nature. If you understand it, you'll know what words and actions are most appropriate."

Chu Jinglan seemed to be just saying it casually, with no intention of asking further questions.

Yan Chun had just been eager to show his usefulness, but if Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan wanted to earn more money in a short period of time by relying on their cultivation, their methods would definitely not be very gentle, and there was indeed no way Yan Chun could help at the moment.

As for the specific method, we will have to enter Lin'an City and then adapt to local conditions.