Chapter 30

Because the Lin'an Academy is about to start a sermon, the city of Lin'an has been bustling with people and traffic in recent days, as if it is preparing to welcome a grand event, and the atmosphere is extremely lively.

The main structure of the lower world is thirty-six main cities, and the middle world is twenty-four prefectures. There are countless large and small cities under it. Lin'an Academy is located in Guangdu Prefecture, and the nearest city was renamed after the academy, and it benefited from the academy's reputation.

However, Lin'an City was originally within the jurisdiction of the academy, so the academy did not mind it using its name.

There are far fewer mortals in the middle realm than in the lower realm. Although many people can only stay in the Qi training stage throughout their lives, they have at least reached the threshold of cultivators and can prolong their lives. People in the Qi training stage can usually live to around 180 years old, which is much longer than that of mortals.

In this context, a similar power division structure was formed in the Middle Realm and the Upper Realm. The powerful sects protected the small sects and towns and villages where low-level cultivators gathered, and used this as a symbol to distinguish their respective territories. They brought the spiritual veins, jungles, strange mountains, etc. within the range under their own control and sent people to manage them.

Not only can it provide resources for cultivation for one's own people, but it can also spread one's reputation and make continuous use of it to make the sect bigger and stronger.

The closer we got to Lin'an City, the more types of flying swords and flying boats we saw in the sky. We even saw flying monsters, swooping down from the clouds in the distance. It really gave us the feeling of being an immortal soaring through the clouds and mist.

The three children went from being dazzled by the noise to gradually becoming calm, and now they are completely accustomed to it and are no longer startled.

It may have something to do with the fact that the little beggar, who was in tattered clothes and unkempt appearance not long ago, now had small flames coming out of his fingertips.

For them, cultivation went from being a distant legend to a reality before their eyes.

There are city protection restrictions outside Lin'an City. Except for some large sects that have registered their seals with Lin'an City and can enter and exit freely, everyone else, whether you are armed with a sword or on a flying boat, must get off and pass through the city gate honestly.

The mark of a large sect will be on the disciple cards and the sect’s flying boats and chariots, which are completely different from the cheap wooden cards of the five people from the Du’e Sect.

Many people were queuing at the city gate, and Xiao Mochu was surprised that their small carriage was still very conspicuous.

Conspicuously shabby.

Ahead of them was a caravan of carriages, pulled by black-maned precious horses with mixed beast blood. They were lean and powerful, pitch black in color, and looked very majestic. The carriages were arranged in a row of six, all made of gold-lacquered fragrant wood, with brocade curtains, and the seams of the wheels exuded the sweetness of money.

Behind them was a team of disciples from a small or medium-sized sect. They landed on the ground with their swords clad in neat and uniform sect uniforms, looking quite impressive.

No matter how tall, short, fat or thin a person is, as long as there are a few more of them and they wear the same clothes, their momentum will inexplicably rise.

The gray carriage was sandwiched between the two groups of people. The stark contrast made the already shabby atmosphere even more elegant.

The team was too long and moved slowly. The disciples standing behind Xiao Mo and his companions had badges on their waists that read "Xiao Qing Men". The leader was a Jin Dan who had a young face but was actually over a hundred years old. They followed the team and slowly moved forward. Gradually, some of the disciples became a little bored of waiting.

The others just grumbled a few times, in a normal mood, but a young man with a defiant expression stepped forward and said to the leader Jin Dan: "Uncle Master, how long will it take to line up?"

Jindan's perception and vision were naturally better than his. The man called Uncle Master said, "It will be very quick. I estimate it will only take two quarters of an hour."

Two quarters of an hour passed, which was almost half an hour. The young man curled his lips, obviously dissatisfied: "Didn't we say that we have a good relationship with the academy? Why haven't our disciple seals been recorded by Lin'an City? Why can't we directly enter the city?"

Master Jindan knew that he had been spoiled since he was a child. Everyone in the sect followed his lead, so he felt that he should be the center of attention when he went out. He glanced at him calmly and said, "Zi Jiao, Xiaoqing Sect does not have the strength to dominate the Middle Realm. When you go out, you should control your temper."

Zi Jiao snorted: "Uncle Master, why do you have to boost others' ambitions and destroy your own prestige?"

Uncle Jindan frowned. If this kid wasn't his senior brother's only son, he wouldn't want to bring him up at all, as he was used to his bad habits.

Look at the other disciples, who are also queuing up. Even if they look a little impatient, they are not as impatient as him.

The team moved forward again. Zi Jiao became more and more agitated and started to pick on other disciples. The others either couldn't afford to offend him or could avoid him, so they ignored him. He became more and more unhappy, and he began to dislike the broken carriage in front of him more and more.

Where did this poor jerk come from to be worthy of standing in front of them?

With his uncle around, he couldn't argue too much with his own disciples directly, but he couldn't vent his anger on outsiders. It was a broken carriage, and the person who came was definitely not a child of a noble family or a wealthy cultivator, but a poor person with no talent and no money, who came to the academy to give lectures.

When the Lin'an Academy opened its doors to the public, it said that there was no distinction between the classes and that anyone could go and listen, even if demons came. However, demon cultivators were not allowed to do so. Demons are born that way, while demon cultivators are those who have fallen into depravity or practiced evil dharma, and are therefore rejected by righteous people.

Zi Jiao thought that the people in the carriage ahead must be those who wanted to take the opportunity to go to the academy to show off their reputation.

Don't be afraid of hitting a brick wall.

He walked forward, and before Master Jindan could stop him, he kicked the carriage with his leg: "You poor bastard in front, switch places with us!"

Master Jindan was a step slower and said angrily: "You——"

He paused before he finished speaking, and suddenly had a bad feeling: the carriage, which would have definitely been knocked forward by the kick, was actually still standing there, not moving at all.

Zi Jiao's kick clearly landed firmly, and there was a very loud "bang".

If Ma Chesi had not been startled, he would have hit some barrier without even noticing the fluctuation of spiritual energy.

Zi Jiao also realized something was wrong, and Jin Dan pulled him back, but it was too late. With the carriage as the center, a powerful force with an air flow suddenly pressed towards them and knocked Zi Jiao over on the spot. Jin Dan was unable to hold him and watched him roll twice on the ground like a ball and finally stopped in a panic with his legs spread out.

Jindan's pupils shrank: At least it's a Yuan baby!

Who could have expected that there was such a powerful person sitting in the shabby carriage!

Along with the breath came a deep voice, unhurried and concise: "Get lost."

Zi Jiao got up in disbelief. He hurriedly trotted to the side of his uncle master. Before he could say anything, his uncle Jindan pressed his head down and said loudly, "Senior, please calm down. This kid is ignorant. I will teach him a lesson right away and make room for him."

There was no more human voice coming from the carriage, so Jindan assumed that the cultivators inside didn't care. He immediately dragged Zijiao and the disciples of Xiaoqing Sect to retreat, giving up five seats in succession before stopping.

Zi Jiao felt the pressure just now and his legs went weak, but he was more incredulous than frightened. He had never been out to train since he was a child. Apart from his father, this was the first time someone dared to bully him directly with pressure!

Zi Jiao: "Uncle Master, he——"

"I told you to tone it down!"

Jin Dan really wanted to slap him in the face: "Your parents never let you go out to gain experience. They let you come because they thought it would be safer to go to the academy. The world outside is full of cruel people. If you still act as arrogant and domineering as you do at home, you'll lose your life!"

Zi Jiao moved his lips, feeling very dissatisfied. He noticed that someone was looking at him. Eyes from all directions fell on him, and there was even laughter from the crowd. It was obvious that the movement just now attracted the attention of people nearby.

Everyone was bored waiting in line, so they just had fun watching him and laughing at his ignorance.

When these sounds reached his ears, Zi Jiao's face turned red and white, but he knew that he could not beat the people in the carriage, and it was impossible for him to argue with his uncle at the moment. He just made a grudge in his heart and prepared to go back and complain.

If it was his father who led the team, he would never feel so aggrieved. His father had the cultivation level of a Yuanying, and his uncle was just a Jindan. Humph, wait for him to go back and complain to his father and teach this incompetent good uncle a lesson.

Zi Jiao secretly clenched his fists.

And in the carriage that he kicked, some people were trembling with anger.

Mo Zhi screamed: "Who is he? Fuck his grandma's legs!"

He finished speaking angrily, then realized that he had sworn again. He covered his mouth fiercely, looked at the others with his eyes, and after a moment he put down his hand and scratched his head: "I didn't mean to swear, I was just too angry."

Chuxia's little face was also wrinkled, and Yanchun clenched his fists, fortunately he did not correct Mo Zhi's dirty words.

Xiao Mo found it interesting that the three kids were so angry, but no one suggested rushing out to beat anyone up, and no one even lifted the car curtain to look outside.

Xiao Mo asked tentatively: "Don't you want to teach him a lesson?"

Mo Zhi clenched his fists and said, "I heard their voices just now. There are quite a few of them. I definitely can't beat them. I've known since I was a child that if you can't beat them, you have to endure it. You never know when you will have a chance."

He had seen a beggar being beaten to death before. The scene was so tragic that it was deeply engraved in his mind. Therefore, he knew that there was something clever in him. You could say he was stupid, but sometimes he could be cunning.

Just because he became a monk and could light a small flame on his hand, he didn't become arrogant and forget his place in the world.

He knew that he couldn't defeat the enemy because they had more people than him. Yan Chun and Chu Xia knew even better that once they came to the middle realm, there would be people everywhere who could fly by stepping on swords. They were unarmed, so how could they teach anyone a lesson?

Most importantly,

Yanchun held Chuxia's hand and said, "We can't cause trouble for our master and senior brother."

Chuxia also nodded obediently.

So even if they could take advantage of the power of others, they would not do it.

Xiao Mo sighed, "Good boy."

No wonder he was able to achieve great things in the future. He must have been tempering his character since he was young. A person's character and choices can really determine his destiny. For example, the guy who kicked the car just now might get into trouble with someone he shouldn't have and die outside at any time.

Just now, Xiao Mo was attached to Chu Jinglan, and the pressure he exerted was so great that the three children were already used to him disappearing and reappearing from time to time. After what happened just now, the others also knew that there was at least one Yuanying monk in the small shabby car, so no one came to cause trouble again.

The carriage moved slowly along with the procession. After a while, Xiao Mo saw that the children were drowsy, so he took out his flute and said, "It must be boring to wait for so long. How about I play a song for you to relieve your boredom?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the quiet carriage suddenly became noisy with noise!

The ping-pong sound was when Chuxia's hand shook and the teacup fell. Yanchun reached out to catch it but missed. The chaos was when Mozhi screamed in surprise and jumped up in the carriage. The bang was when he bumped into Yanchun who was reaching out to catch the cup. Both of them screamed and covered their foreheads.

Xiao Mo took in all their movements, narrowed his eyes, and stretched out his voice: "——Hmm?"

"I, I," Mo Zhi covered his forehead and casually grabbed a piece of paper, "I want to learn calligraphy, Master, can we not listen first?"

Yan Chun was almost knocked to tears by Mo Zhi's iron head. He endured the pain and said: "I will teach him to study, brother, we have something to do and we are not bored."

Chu Xia shrank back to the car door in panic, trying to seek help from someone more powerful than them: "Master, Master."

Along the way, in addition to the fact that the relationships among people became closer and Mo Zhi became a monk, another important thing that must be mentioned is that the three children experienced the lethality of Xiao Mo's flute.

After the shock and system, a new victim finally arrived.

When Xiao Mo appeared, he played the flute, and the sound of the flute could be heard. When he played the flute for the first time, Yan Chun Chuxia and Mo Zhi surrounded him with eager eyes, waiting for the heavenly sound.

Xiao Mo blew away the next breath amid the expectation of thousands of people——

But in the end, it failed to live up to their expectations.

All the birds in the mountains had flown away. The birds in the woods were awakened one after another and fled in groups, screaming and flapping their wings. A large number of them swept over their heads, fearing that they would be caught up and eaten by the devil. However, they could escape, but the three children could not.

Their ears were just stunned by the shock, and their eyes were stunned by the birds flying all over the sky. They almost thought it was the birds' warning of a disaster. But apart from the sound of Xiao Mo's flute, there was indeed no other danger approaching.

Mo Zhi subconsciously covered his ears; Yan Chun was stunned, wanting to say something but stopping himself; Chu Xia looked at Chu Jinglan tremblingly, but saw that Chu Jinglan, who was meditating, was as still as a mountain and as steady as a stone statue.

Good, so strong, you really are worthy of being the master!

After Xiao Mo finished his song, he gracefully put down his flute, brushed his sleeves and sat down: "I know my flute is not very good."

The three children's ears were still buzzing when they heard Xiao Mo's next sentence: "But you have made great progress and are now able to listen to it. I believe that in a short time, you will be able to enjoy a complete and tuneless song."

A little self-aware, but not much.

The children were shocked for a whole year: Is this the sound of the flute after great improvement?

So what was so shocking before?

Xiao Mo saw that they were opening their mouths, and pointed at them with his flute: "If you don't believe me, ask him."

Chu Jinglan, who was named, opened his eyes in surprise and replied calmly: "Yes, there is progress."

Then the three children were tormented by the very advanced flute sound all the way.

Even Mo Zhi, who knew nothing about music, had to struggle against the out-of-tune flute sound and howl: It really doesn't sound good!

At this moment, in the carriage, at the city gate, where did Xiao Mo get the courage to play the flute! ?

As the most sensible child in the sect, Yan Chun was not worried about anything else but whether Xiao Mo would arouse public anger and be attacked by outsiders if he really boasted.

After all, every night, the frightened birds in the forest would cry angry and frightened words as they passed over their heads, like curses.

I don’t know if Xiao Mo heard it or not, but they heard it clearly anyway.

Chu Jinglan was sitting outside the carriage, wearing an iron beast mask on his face. He tilted his head towards the inside of the carriage and said, "We're almost there."

Just three words, life-saving words.

Because Xiao Mo said, "Oh, I won't do that."

Crisis resolved!

Mo Zhi covered his face with a piece of paper to avoid being seen smiling too wildly. Yan Chun breathed a sigh of relief, while Chu Xia whispered in her heart, "Wow, the master is still amazing."

When entering the city gate, everyone has to be checked, mainly to see if they have any evil spirits.

It is natural for demons to be able to use demonic energy, which can be considered a pure aura to some extent. However, since the skills of demon cultivators are all evil, their aura is not pure. If they are found to be demon cultivators, the righteous cultivators can kill them on the spot.

However, the conflicts between human monks and demons have become bigger in recent years. If the lectures were not held in the academy but in other righteous places, the demons might also be stopped.

This is all because the current Demon Lord is a bloodthirsty madman who openly absorbs evil demons into the Demon Realm and has done many horrifying and brutal things, which seems to be intended to disrupt the balance and provoke a large-scale conflict between the Demon Realm and human cultivators.

Before getting off the car, Xiao Mo also covered his face with a mask.

Just like his clothes, his mask is also conjured up, and the styles are provided by the system, with a variety of styles for you to choose from.

White fingertips poked out from the car curtain, and then slowly opened like a scroll, and a handsome young man walked out of the painting.

Xiao Mo's face was covered with a silver-thread mask with delicate winding honeysuckle patterns on it. The flowers were not flowers, but vines that seemed to be blooming directly on his face, strange and gorgeous. The vines seemed to follow the beautiful jawline and hook straight into people's hearts, but they were silver and pure like the moon, so unattainable.

It is a poisonous flower that frightens people, and it is also a pure lotus on the snow-capped mountains.

Contradictory and harmonious.

Chu Jinglan looked at Xiao Mo through the iron mask. Although his face was covered, the beauty of his inner demon was not diminished at all.

To Chu Jinglan, the pair of peach blossom eyes revealed after Xiao Mo's face was covered were even more eye-catching, as if the facial features under Xiao Mo's mask were no longer similar to his own, but a different face.

Chu Jinglan couldn't describe what her face looked like for the moment, but it must be extremely gorgeous, radiant, and unrestrainedly beautiful.

Furthermore, he discovered that the inner demon was probably a bit vain.

On weekdays, he was wearing different clothes every time he was seen, and Chu Jinglan had not noticed it yet. But today, even the mask was so exquisite down to every detail, and Chu Jinglan finally understood it.

Maybe the inner demon is naturally concerned about appearance and dress?

The three children couldn't help but secretly look at Xiao Mo's mask. Chu Xia's face turned red. She didn't know if she was stunned by his beauty or if she just loved beauty and wanted to try it on herself.

Mo Zhi also stared at Xiao Mo's shiny mask for a while, but in the end he quietly rubbed against Chu Jinglan's side and said, "Master, if I had to choose, your mask would still be the most suitable."

"Scary, domineering, very powerful, powerful, what--" I don't know many words, so I got stuck and just glossed over it, raising my thumb, "Anyway, it's domineering!"

Chu Jinglan was noncommittal.

If someone says the mask is scary, only those who are familiar with it will realize that he is exaggerating.

They all got off the carriage and looked from behind. The children's figures were just blocked by the carriage. Xiao Mochu was shocked and noticed a certain sight and turned around at the same time.

It was the people from Xiaoqingmen who were looking at them through the queue.

The advantage of Chu Jinglan's iron mask came out at this time. The ferocious beast pattern turned coldly to the side, and half of the face scared Zi Jiao. He almost thought it was some ugly monster, until the whole face turned around, and then he found out that it was half a ferocious beast mask.

When Master Jindan was discovered, he was startled and lowered his head hastily to show that he meant no offense.

Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan did not want to argue with them. After all, this world would teach ignorant people how to behave. They turned away indifferently, checked everything, and took the children and the carriage into the city.

*

With so many people coming and going, they thought the inn would be crowded and difficult to stay in, so they prepared for the worst. However, they found that there were plenty of rooms available when they arrived.

And cheaper than expected.

The waiter at the inn heard their doubts, smiled, and said enthusiastically: "This is your first time to listen to the lecture at Lin'an Academy. Our city is still five miles away from the academy. Most of the independent cultivators and small and medium-sized sects who come here just stop to rest for a while, and then go to the academy early to grab a seat."

When the teacher in the academy gives a sermon, he will use his spiritual power to transmit his voice, covering an area of ​​two or three miles. Anyone within this range can listen to the lecture, but if you are too far away, you will not be able to appear in front of the teacher. For many monks, opportunities must be fought for by themselves. If they can really appear in front of the teacher and gain his favor, even if they cannot rise to the top, at least their hard days will be over.

"As for the leaders of the big sects, they are never in a hurry. They send people here just to maintain the relationship with the academy."

Chu Jinglan was shocked: "The competition for position is fierce?"

The first-come, first-served principle is for gentlemen, not for villains.

Waiter: "Of course not! When the academy first started giving lectures, people often died in the fight for positions. It was very chaotic, and it was useless to send more disciples to maintain order. Later, the academy came up with a solution. You can buy a temporary academy sign for a low-grade spirit stone. When you buy it, you register the number of people, and then find a place. The sign will generate a barrier that can protect the registered number of people."

"If someone comes to grab the land, it would be a disrespect to the academy. You can use the sign to send a message to the academy disciples and someone will come over to deal with it immediately."

Xiao Mo was curious: "If I bring a hundred people, do I only need one sign?"

The waiter laughed and said, "Yes, even some small sects only give a low-grade spirit stone when they come with their entire family."

Lin'an Academy is not trying to make money. Accepting such a stone means they are accepting money. If a big sect bullies others, they can just blame themselves: You are picking on the academy.

Although it is still not comprehensive enough and cannot prevent all situations, it has done a good job.

Chu Jinglan nodded and took out six spirit stones: "One room."

The waiter blinked. Two teenagers and three children, one room?

Judging from her clothes, she didn't look like she was short of money. He tried to test her with a non-offensive remark: "We have plenty of rooms here."

Chu Jinglan just said "hmm" and didn't change his words.

The waiter was tactful. He did not ask any more questions and took the spirit stone calmly: "Okay, one room. Here is your key. Please take it. By the way, sir, add one spirit stone for three meals a day. Although they are not delicacies, they are enough to fill you up. There are steamed buns, rice, noodles, and some side dishes. Do you need any?"

Although they had five people crammed into one room, the simple meals were not worth much money, so it was definitely not a loss to let them eat as much as they wanted.

Chu Jinglan nodded and put some spirit stones on it: "Take some now and use them."

Waiter: “Okay!”

They sat down in the lobby of the inn. The nearby teahouses and restaurants were packed with people, and business was booming, but the inn was not doing so well. The waiter quickly picked up a layer of steamed buns, six bowls of vegetarian noodles, and three or four side dishes, one of which contained shredded pork, which was considered a delicacy.

They have been camping outdoors recently, and from time to time they would catch pheasants and rabbits, or fish to improve their diet. The food is not bad, but it has been a long time since they sat at the table and had a good meal. The three children held their bowls and ate with relish.

Xiao Mo didn't need to eat anything, so he pushed his bowl of noodles out for the children to share. There were no other visitors in the hall for the time being, so Xiao Mo waved to the waiter, who came up with a spirit stone stuffed in his hand.

"Tell me, if I want to settle down in Lin'an City and make some money, where is a good place to go?"

Although Xiao Mo was frugal and managed his household well, he also knew where to spend money.

The waiter took the spirit stone, smiling and eagerly said, "You asked the right person. There are many ways to make money, but which one do you want to ask? I am not good at seeing your level of cultivation. If you need a way to make money from a powerful cultivator, I know a thing or two. If it is a small job that anyone can do, I also know something about it."

Xiao Er is a Qigong practitioner. He knows that he is only in the initial stage of Qigong practice in his life and he does not have any big ambitions. He just wants to make a living.

Xiao Mo thought this person had a good EQ and could say anything without offending anyone: "Tell me about ways to make money that are suitable for monks."

The waiter really knows everything about the big and small things in Lin'an City.

"There is a corner tower of the Immortal Alliance in the city. They will give out some missions that only cultivators can do. How much you earn depends on the difficulty of the mission. What missions you get depends on your luck. Good missions will be snatched up as soon as they come out."

There was no one else in the lobby, but the waiter still lowered his voice: "Two streets away from the corner tower is the Blood Rain Pavilion. They take jobs as assassins and guards. They are all exchanging their lives for money. They earn a lot, but it's hard work."

He spoke very carefully, as if he was quite scared. He regained his voice after he finished speaking and threw out one last solution: "But you all came at the right time. If you have reached the foundation-building stage, there is a ready-made job you can try."

"Three days ago, twenty miles outside Lin'an City, a beast tide was triggered by the fluctuation of the spirit veins in the black forest. The Immortal Alliance has sent people to surround it and recruit people to help. Anyone above the foundation-building stage can go. You can exchange beast pills for spirit stones. Of course, you can also keep the beast pills for yourself."

The waiter smiled and said, "I don't know how to redeem the beast pills. You can go outside the forest and ask."

The foundation-building period can kill at most level 2 monsters. Level 2 beast pills are not worth the money. This is to attract people to work cheaply. The cultivation requirements are so low. It seems that the beast tide may be large in number and diverse, but there are not many high-level monsters? Otherwise, they would not let people in generously.

After the waiter gave the message, he returned to his seat to wait for the guests. Xiao Mo thought: "The work of Blood Rain Pavilion will take a lot of time for both the killer and the guard. Why don't we go to Black Forest first? If it's not suitable, we can go to the corner tower of the Immortal Alliance to sweep the mission."

Chu Jinglan thought so too.

The remaining question is how to place these three children.

Chu Jinglan stood up and went to the waiter to pay another five days of spirit stones. Now only a dozen or so were left of the one hundred spirit stones they brought from the lower world.

Chu Jinglan said: "In the next few days, a few of us will be concentrating on cultivation in the room. Please send food to them at mealtime. If I haven't returned after the room fee is used up, please give me a few days' grace period and I will definitely come back to pick them up."

The waiter patted his chest and said, "The owner of the inn is my uncle. I can take charge of this small matter. Don't worry!"

After bringing the children to the room, Xiao Mo spread a black fog outside the house that was invisible to outsiders, put marks on the three children, closed the door, and gave them instructions.

"Don't go out until we come back, and don't open the door to anyone except the waiter."

Although the bustling streets outside the window were attractive, the three children were sensible and nodded their heads in agreement.

Still feeling a little uneasy, Chu Xia whispered, "Will you be gone for a long time?"

Xiao Mo patted her head and said, "There are still ten days before the lecture starts at the academy. We will definitely come back before then."

He said, and the children believed.

The room of the inn is neither too big nor too small. There is a bed and a low couch in the room. It can accommodate three children aged eight or nine. There is a screen to separate the space when needed to prevent the girls and boys from feeling inconvenienced at certain times.

All three of them have lived through hard times and are not conceited.

Chu Jinglan also left a small package for each of the three children. After making the arrangements, he and Xiao Mo pushed the door and left.

The waiter was in the lobby and saw that the only person going downstairs was the man wearing the iron mask. He thought that the man wearing the silver mask and the three children had stayed in the room and that he was the only one going out to make money, so he smiled and said to him, "Goodbye, sir!"

Little did they know that Xiao Mo was following Chu Jinglan at this moment, but his figure was hidden.

Only Chu Jinglan's body can be used for killing. When he wants to show his cultivation to the outside world, it is safer to let others only see his figure.

What's more, the waiter will think that there are still four of them left in the room, and there is a teenager who seems to be in charge, so he will be less afraid that they will run away without paying.

After asking about the way to the Black Forest, Xiao Mo controlled Chu Jinglan's body. This time Chu Jinglan didn't have a fever or was not sick, so he could go directly there.

Twenty miles seems very slow when walking, but it feels so fast when flying. It was the first time for Chu Jinglan to feel the feeling of walking with the wind, and it was indeed an indescribable joy.

The inner demon is controlling his body, and he is also sensing and understanding it.

When the black forest was about to arrive, Xiao Mo suddenly remembered something, took Chu Jinglan down, and then freed himself from the possession and appeared beside Chu Jinglan.

Chu Jinglan:?

"I almost forgot." Xiao Mo took out a mask, "Use this to replace the iron mask."

What Xiao Mo held in his hand was not an illusion, but a real low-level magic weapon that he had obtained from the system mall. It could block some of the prying eyes of others. It was more useful than the iron mask that Chu Jinglan had now, and also... better looking.

The golden mask has a pattern of birds chasing auspicious clouds, and the lines are carved smoothly, just like a real bird spreading its feathers, so lifelike.

Just like Xiao Mo's flute, it is a magical instrument that appeared from nowhere.

Since Chu Jinglan did not inquire about the origin of the flute, he would not ask about the origin of the mask at this moment.

He took off the iron mask on his face and gently put on the golden mask.

Some people look tacky when wearing gold, while some people look noble when wearing gold.

The mask changed slightly in size, fitting the lines of Chu Jinglan's face and covering his handsome face. His pair of dark eyes became even deeper, making people dare not look directly at him.

People can't do it, but the demons in their hearts can.

Xiao Mo's comment: "Well, not bad, much better looking."

Chu Jinglan paused as he put the iron mask into the storage container.

It's not possible that Xiao Mo asked him to change his mask because he thought it was ugly?

...Is it really that ugly?

"Alright, alright," Xiao Mo returned to his body, "Let's continue on our way."

Chu Jinglan withdrew his thoughts and controlled his consciousness to give way: "Yes."

After a while, they landed outside the dark forest.

It was surprisingly lively outside the dense forest at this moment. In addition to the Immortal Alliance members wearing purple disciple uniforms, there were also many independent cultivators and disciples from other sects.

There are some acquaintances here, including Xiaoqingmen who kicked their car at the city gate.

The Jindan uncle who led the team was saying, "Someone has already gone to reserve a seat for us outside the academy. You should take this opportunity to come out and gain more experience. After you enter the forest, follow my arrangements."

Disciples: "Yes!"

Only Zi Jiao listened absent-mindedly. In fact, he was very tired and didn't want to kill any more monsters. He just wanted to find a good place to rest for a while. He kicked the stones under his feet, raised his head and looked around boredly. His peripheral vision just happened to catch a glimpse of someone turning sideways, who seemed to be wearing a mask on his face.

The three words "masked man" were his pain point today. He couldn't help but look over, but he saw that it was a golden mask, not the iron or silver mask he saw at the city gate.

He snorted, turned around and saw another masked man.

Zi Jiao: “…”

It’s so annoying. Why are there so many people wearing masks deliberately coming in front of him today?

Xiao Mo used Chu Jinglan's body to walk to the entrance guarded by the disciples of the Immortal Alliance, and said in his mind: "More people is good, and we can reserve a seat in advance."

Chu Jinglan's mind moved, but he didn't say anything. Xiao Mo just said it casually, and there was no need for him to respond.

The Immortal Alliance disciple did not test his cultivation level, but only handed him a Qiankun bag: "The Black Forest is now divided into three layers. We have used powder and formations to drive away and restrict the monsters. The first layer contains level one and two monsters, the second layer contains level three monsters, and the last layer contains level four monsters. People in the Foundation Establishment Stage cannot go to the second layer. If you insist on going, you will bear the consequences of your own actions."

No wonder there is no need to test your cultivation level. You can only kill level one and two monsters in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Anyway, I have given you a clear reminder. If you seek death yourself, you can't blame others.

"For a first-level monster, two beast pills are exchanged for one low-grade spirit stone; for a second-level monster, one is exchanged for ten low-grade spirit stones, and for a third-level monster, one is exchanged for one hundred low-grade spirit stones."

Immortal Alliance disciple: "A fourth-level monster beast, one beast pill and ten middle-grade spirit stones."

Xiao Mo's eyes lit up instantly.

Money, it’s all money.

It was nothing to the disciples of the Immortal Alliance, but it was too much to the poor people who had just come up from the lower world.

The disciple handed him the Qiankun bag and said, "After you collect the demon pills, come out and exchange them with us. It's fine if you want to keep it for yourself."

Xiao Mo was in a good mood and politely said "Thank you" when he took the Qiankun bag.

The Immortal Alliance disciple was stunned: "Uh, you're welcome?"

Xiao Mo, who was wearing the shell of "Chu Jinglan", took the Qiankun bag and stepped into the black forest. Outside the black forest was a layer of protective array that was invisible to the naked eye. Only when he entered did ripples appear in the air, taking his figure in.

As soon as he entered the dark forest, Xiao Mo swiftly dodged to the side and easily avoided a freshly bleeding corpse of a monster.

The man who killed the monster was only three steps away. He hurried forward and looked at Xiao Mo warily, fearing that he would steal his spoils.

Xiao Mo had no intention of stealing his things, so he walked away leisurely.

He scanned the area with his spiritual sense and knew that the first floor was indeed overrun with monsters. There were many small-sized monsters of the first and second levels, such as rabbits and mice, as well as some small bird monsters flying in the sky, and even insects.

Xiao Mo's spiritual consciousness scanned two swarms of insects and could only say that it was very unfriendly to people with trypophobia.

No wonder the Immortal Alliance is willing to let outsiders help with the cleanup; this is indeed a troublesome job and can only be done with strength in numbers.

Xiao Mo prepared to go straight to the last level. A fourth-level monster was worth ten middle-grade spirit stones, a huge sum of money. It was obvious that the number of fourth-level monsters must be limited, so he went for the big one first.

There was a barrier in the sky above the black forest, so it was not suitable to fly too high. Xiao Mo simply tapped the top of a tree and jumped up. On the way, he also dealt with four or five monsters that bumped into him and put their demon cores into his Qiankun bag.

Although there were many monsters on the first level, the competition was fierce because some monsters were difficult to catch, so everyone would kill the easy ones first. When Xiao Mo reached the boundary of the second level, he unexpectedly saw another group of familiar faces.

Xiao Mo couldn't help but stop at the top of the tree, tilted his head, and looked at the people arguing below.

Disciples of the Huanjian Sect, Dai Zisheng and...Su Baimo.

They are here too?

Su Baimo wore the disciple uniform of Huanjian Sect and followed Dai Zisheng. After not seeing each other for a while, Su Baimo broke through the gate of foundation building period and finally reached foundation building from the late stage of Qi training.

For Huanjianmen, it is not difficult to push a person in the late stage of Qi training to the stage of foundation building without leaving any sequelae. Considering the young master's identity as his savior, Huanjianmen will not be stingy with such a small amount of resources.

The one who was arguing with Dai Zisheng was a disciple of the Huanjian Sect who was at the peak of the Jindan stage.

Dai Zisheng was a little anxious: "Senior Brother Mu Jian, I can protect him!"

Mu Jian did not give in: "You are almost at the Golden Core stage, but you haven't formed the elixir yet. It will be very difficult to kill a third-level monster. But with us in the lineup, it can be considered as a practice in advance. However, Su Baimo has just established his foundation, so it is not suitable for him to go to the second level."

There are six people from Huanjian Sect, four of them have golden elixirs, one is Dai Zisheng who is fast in golden elixir, and one is Su Baimo who has just established his foundation.

In the secret realm of Mushan, Chu Jinglan was able to defeat many third-tier monsters with just one golden elixir, and he also protected more than ten lives after seven days. The current configuration of the Fantasy Sword Gate is completely a deluxe version, and it is definitely more than enough for him to visit the second floor.

If you really can't defeat the enemy, you can always run back to the first level, which is different from the desperate situation of the Dusk Mountain Secret Realm where the sky collapses and the earth breaks.

But it was obvious that Mu Jian didn't want to protect Su Baimo.

Ah, Xiao Mo matched the character: one of the eight cornerstone characters, the eldest brother of the Fantasy Sword Sect, Mu Jian.

The two direct disciples of the younger generation of Huanjian Sect both fell for Su Baimo, and a rift between the brothers developed.

Speaking of Mu Jian's love scenes, they are all forced and melodramatic. He was not interested in Su Baimo at first because he found that his junior fellow apprentice spent too much time on Su Baimo and neglected his own practice. He became a little anxious and even advised Dai Zisheng.

But during one of his trips, unfortunately, he was drugged by some kind of prostitute.

And then, Su Baimo was the only one by his side, so the original novel began to contain several thousand words of content that would definitely not pass the censorship if put here.

It is a basic operation to write Mu Jian, who is self-disciplined and respectful, as a beast who has lost his mind. Anyway, he must be made to be insane and not know what he is doing. Leaving out those erotic contents, there is a core idea in this sudden incident:

That is, Su Baimo sacrificed himself and volunteered to help Mu Jian remove the effects of the drug.

In short, he is a kind-hearted man. He had no choice but to do it and he did good things.

The original novel first wrote that Su Baimo was frightened by Mu Jian, but after a while, he accepted it smoothly.

He said something specifically to Mu Jian: Senior Brother, I am willing to save you.

All the readers saw it. Originally everyone was expecting his first scene to be with Dai Zisheng, but he was unexpectedly intercepted by Mu Jian halfway. However, the bloody plot has already emerged, so it doesn't seem to be a bad idea.

There is no other way. Su Baimo had no choice but to do this when faced with such a situation. He is very clear about the righteousness of the matter.

Because of his noble character, Mu Jian came to his senses later and wanted to kill himself.

He fell in love with his junior fellow student's sweetheart, but Su Baimo was right, Su Baimo saved him, and the only one who was wrong was Mu Jian.

Mu Jian had very high moral standards. Obviously, only he and Su Baimo knew about this matter, but he took the initiative to confess to Dai Zisheng and was hit with two slaps by Dai Zisheng.

Dai Zisheng was furious.

To him, it was like being betrayed by two people close to him at the same time, a double stab.

But it seemed like they all had no choice. Mu Jian lost his mind, Su Baimo saved people, neither of them was wrong, only he was a poor insect.

Su Baimo was still standing between the two of them, trying to dissuade them with grief.

From then on, Su Baimo felt more at ease in Huanjianmen. Even Mu Jian started to treat him nicely, thinking that he had to take responsibility. However, the relationship between Mu Jian and Dai Zisheng became strained.

Even though they both accepted that Su Baimo loved many people and had to share his love with many people, there was always a thorn between the two brothers.

It is Mu Jian's self-blame and guilt, and Dai Zisheng's sadness.

Even if the relationship has eased, too much time has passed and it is difficult to restore it to the way it was before.

Xiao Mo narrowed his eyes.

He thought that it would take a long time for Chu Jinglan and Su Baimo to meet again, at least until Chu Jinglan's cultivation level recovered.

But I didn't expect to see him again so soon.

Xiao Mo stroked the flute in his hand: How many surprises are there that he doesn't know about?

The author has something to say:

I made a minor revision to the original plot. I originally thought that putting the "original bloody" part here would be very eye-catching, and it would make people feel the shocking original story. However, I saw that everyone seemed to be overly shocked 2333, so I changed the description method, but the plot content remained unchanged. If you are really curious about how shocking it is, I put the previous version here (forewarning!) Let's go:

But during one of his trips, unfortunately, he was drugged by some kind of prostitute.

Then, Su Baimo was the only one beside him. The original book describes it like this:

[Mu Jian, who was usually self-disciplined and polite, was like a wild beast that had lost its mind, with bloodshot eyes. He rushed forward and pushed Su Baimo down. Su Baimo struggled uncontrollably, and heard the sound of clothes being torn, and met Mu Jian's eyes.

He looked miserable.

Su Baimo gradually loosened his clenched fingers and stopped struggling. He closed his eyes willingly and said softly, "Brother, let me save you."