Chapter 40

Xiao Mo flew back from Jing Lei's house, and on the way he told Chu Jing Lan what he had just seen through telepathy.

"Jing Lei should have a Dantian repair method that can be used by others, but the process must be difficult. I wonder if there are other restrictions." Xiao Mo Tiao analyzed, "I felt his cultivation level. His aura is weaker than that of ordinary golden elixirs. He can't improve his cultivation level in a short period of time."

In other words, the thunder method may have serious flaws.

Chu Jinglan would not be satisfied with staying at the Golden Elixir stage in this life and being unable to make any further progress, but no matter what, he had to know the method first.

Xiao Mo hurried back to the shabby wooden house. After landing, he gave himself spiritual power to reveal his true form and molded his aura into a foundation.

"What expression should we use later?" Xiao Mo was eager to try, "Of course, the performance will depend on you."

"I have a few scripts here for your reference." Xiao Mo cleared his throat, "It is pitiful to bear humiliation and bear heavy burdens, and don't bully the poor young people, and -"

Chu Jinglan looked very surprised: "...Are these the things in the book you are reading?"

Xiao Mo exclaimed: "How do you know I read a storybook?"

Chu Jinglan was shocked: "Your books have piled up in my storage ring."

"Ah," Xiao Mo tapped the flute with his fingers, "sometimes I just let it go without noticing."

He asked, "So what story are you going to act in?"

Chu Jinglan said calmly: "No acting."

Xiao Mo snapped his fingers and said, "I understand. I will act in my true colors."

Regardless of whether he had found out in advance what the Yushan Sect was going to do, Chu Jinglan would not be too upset about those who came to cause trouble. The only difference would be his attitude afterwards. He knew that they did not really want to bully people, so he would not create a grudge and would not settle scores later.

I have to say, Jinglei's idea is really not a good one. No wonder Songxuan wants him to change it. It can be seen that Jinglei not only has a voice like a bull, but also has a stubborn temper.

Xiao Mo looked at the dilapidated house and said, "Then let's go at our own pace. First of all, should we renovate this house?"

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The three disciples of Yushan Sect received Songxuan's order. They first sighed and complained about Uncle Jinglei's train of thought, and then acted like bullies and walked towards the broken wooden house with their heads held high.

The three of them walking together somehow looked quite impressive, but when they arrived in front of the house, they were stunned by the scene in front of them.

I saw two young men standing on the roof. One of them was standing on tiptoe on a small long beam, holding a wooden board in his hand. I don't know if he was practicing martial arts or because he had no place to put his feet. The other one had no expression on his face, rolled up his sword sleeves, sat on half of the roof, and was repairing the roof by nailing the wooden boards together.

The first reaction of the three was: God bless you, Senior Brother Songxuan didn’t lie, he is so damn handsome!

Second reaction: Where did the wooden boards and nails come from?

The nails and hammers were found in the house. Although they were rusty, they could still be used. As for the wooden boards, they were dismantled from a broken wooden barrel at the back of the house. It didn't look like it could hold water anyway, so I decided to make the best use of it.

When the two men on the roof saw them coming, they put down their work and jumped down from the roof. One of them danced gracefully, while the other calmly stopped and bowed to them. "Are you the brothers from Yushan Sect who are here to deliver the message?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's you guys... ahem, no! That's right, it's us!"

Almost being seduced by the beauty and neglecting his work, the leading disciple pinched himself, his expression twisted in pain into a ferocious one: "You knew we were coming, but you didn't come out to greet us earlier!"

Xiao Mo was not frightened by him and blinked: "We have been outside the house, so we came out a long time ago."

Uh, that makes sense.

No, he couldn't be led astray. He said angrily, "How dare you talk back!"

Xiao Mo lowered his eyelashes gently, raised his hand and saluted: "I dare not, please give me some advice, senior brother."

Hiss... Several people pressed their chests and looked at how well-behaved other people's children were. They felt so guilty!

This is not the first time they have been caught and forced to act, but no matter how many times, they still can't get used to it. After all, they are not arrogant or domineering people by nature, and they will feel guilty for three days after acting once.

Xiao Mo opened his mind, smelled the emotions of these people, discerned their feelings clearly, and tried hard to hold back the corners of his mouth so as not to laugh.

He could also sense that Song Xuan was hiding behind a tree not far away, probably observing them.

"Here are your disciple cards."

A man threw the disciple card to Chu Jinglan without any hesitation. Chu Jinglan had good eyesight and reaction time, so he raised his hand and took it steadily. The man continued, "Every day at 1:15 a.m., you must go to the Office Hall to do your chores. The Office Hall is in the east. Why should I tell you where it is? Anyway, those who are late will be punished. You can ask where the disciple restaurant is."

He almost let the cat out of the bag several times, but he bit his tongue and forced himself to change his mind.

The leader followed the characteristics given by Song Xuan and looked at Chu Jinglan: "Your Dantian is destroyed?"

Chu Jinglan: "Yes."

The disciple pinched his palms, prepared himself, and grinned: "How many useless people have tried to ask Uncle Master for help, but all have returned empty-handed. I advise you not to waste your efforts!"

Chu Jinglan's eyes remained motionless: "Thank you for letting me know."

The main theme is to be calm and relaxed, neither humble nor overbearing.

The other disciples immediately found it strange.

In the past when acting, those who were angry would start quarreling with them. Even those who didn't want to cause trouble would clench their fists, with a look of forbearance and anger. This was the first time they met someone as calm as Chu Jinglan, who didn't make any waves at all.

And the young man next to him also looked like "whatever you say is what it is".

Ah, now, they don’t quarrel or cause trouble, so how should they act next? Or is it time to stop?

The disciple was just hesitating, wondering if he could just leave, but he heard Song Xuan's secret voice in his ear and stopped in his tracks.

"cough!"

He coughed, causing the two disciples beside him to look over, attracting everyone's attention. Then he looked Chu Jinglan up and down with a look of disdain: "I think you don't know how powerful you are. What do you think you can do now? It's good enough to do odd jobs. Do you still think of yourself as a cultivator?"

"As your senior brother, I need to make you realize your own identity." He said, pulling out his sword. "Today, I will teach you a lesson. No need to use spiritual power, lest you accuse me of bullying. Show me your magic weapon!"

Although the other disciples didn't know how he had suddenly progressed to this point, they immediately echoed loudly: "Yes, that's right!"

Xiao Mo pointed and commented: What a stiff line.

Chu Jinglan raised his eyes and summoned the newly acquired Xuanjie Spirit Sword. He was not afraid and asked: "Do you want me to teach you alone, or do you want all the brothers to teach you?"

Facing the provocation, although he still looked indifferent, the sword spirit and aura were already faintly emanating from him. The young man stood with the sword in hand, tall and straight as a pine tree. He did not show arrogance, but he already had a proud character.

The disciples who were facing him with swords were all stunned: "Alone or together? Uh, this..."

Song Xuan's voice transmission instruction came again: "Group fight, go ahead."

The disciple immediately said, "Of course we all need guidance! We are all senior brothers, you two should also bring out your own magic weapons and come with me."

The other two disciples took out their magic weapons and whispered to each other: "It's really bad for a group of people to bully two of us, right?"

No, it's a group of people bullying one person.

Because Xiao Mo had his hands behind his back, he turned lightly and walked to the side, making room for them.

As Chu Jinglan's companion, the Yushan Sect disciples all thought that he would stand with Chu Jinglan, draw their weapons in anger, and fight against them together with Chu Jinglan. However, unexpectedly, Xiao Mo actually walked leisurely to the side to watch the show, and he was just short of having some melon seeds and candied fruit in his hand.

The three people's eyes were directed at him at the same time.

"Aren't you joining us?" asked the Yushan Sect disciple.

Xiao Mo put his hands behind his back, his dense crow feathers fluttering gently, and said in a pitiful tone: "No, I practice the path of compassion that cannot harm lives."

The disciple of Yushan Sect who was stirring up trouble: "..."

Song Xuan who was secretly observing from the dark: "..."

What the hell???

Song Xuan was stunned for a long while. Most of those who entered the path of compassion were Buddhist practitioners, but even the compassionate Buddhist practitioners had to chant scriptures while physically saving the souls of evil spirits. If you say you won't kill, you can find a few such people in the world, but you say you won't hurt lives?

Even saints wouldn't dare to brag like that.

Song Xuan came back to his senses from his daze, squinted his eyes and looked at Xiao Mo, thinking that this boy must have a bit of a cat-like streak.

Xiao Xinmo shamelessly maintained his saintly persona and sat on the sidelines with peace of mind. Chu Jinglan looked at him in amazement, as if he was used to it and accepted it as it was.

The disciples of Yushan Sect were full of questions. Is there really such a path of compassion? Also, are the two of them really close friends who have shared weal and woe?

But the words have been spoken, the weapons have been displayed, and there is nothing we can do but go ahead.

Three of them beat one, and their Dantian was still destroyed. They all thought they were so shameless.

But since we are talking about not moving spiritual power, what we are comparing is the moves and body skills, which has nothing to do with Dantian.

When three people attacked at the same time, Chu Jinglan turned the sword slightly, his eyes sunk into the sea, and he finally moved until the spiritual weapons were close to his eyes.

The sword is like a swimming dragon, startling the flying swan in the frost.

With just one sword, he simultaneously deflected the attacks of three people. The harmonious sword intent was like a shocking wave. Its power was not noticeable when the sea was calm, but when the huge waves hit him head on, one realized how powerful it was and how unstoppable it was.

One sword made Song Xuan's eyes light up.

The three men were shocked and took two steps back. They had originally attacked very casually and without any care, but were caught off guard by such a move and were all surprised.

Chu Jinglan did not press on to attack, but raised his hand and tilted the sword, preparing for another move: "Please teach me."

He is both capable and a gentleman.

The three people who just wanted to act casually finally became serious and got ready again.

Xiao Mo watched with a smile on his face. Amid the flashes of swords and shadows, Chu Jinglan stood firm and the sword in his hand drew out afterimages. Even without spiritual power, he was still as graceful and elegant as ever, without a trace of despair.

He is worthy of being the person who attracted Xiao Mo at first sight in the book.

Xiao Mo couldn't take his eyes away, and he wanted more and more in his heart that he must make Chu Jinglan stay away from love affairs and follow the path of the powerful Long Aotian.

As long as there is no melodrama and Chu Jinglan's character remains intact, he will always be the original brilliant and talented proud son of heaven.

Song Xuan appeared beside Xiao Mo at some point, crossed his arms and said quietly, "I thought you didn't help because your relationship was just average. Now it seems that you are extra confident in him?"

He was able to handle a one-on-three situation with ease, and was gradually gaining the upper hand.

Xiao Mo pretended not to know that Song Xuan was here, and said in surprise: "Brother, when did you come? I didn't even notice you."

His eyes were still on Chu Jinglan, not paying any attention to others, and he said, "Your sect is really warm-hearted. I have just joined the sect and I have received earnest guidance from several senior brothers. It can be seen that the spirit of the sect is upright and the fellow disciples cherish each other."

Song Xuan: “…”

He tilted his head and rubbed his sore teeth: "Junior brother, why do I feel like you are scolding us in a roundabout way?"

Xiao Mo's tone was extremely obedient: "How could that be possible?"

Songxuan touched his chin: Oh, I thought it was a little white rabbit, but it turned out to be a fox just like him.

He stood closer and asked, "Are you really practicing the path of compassion that does not harm lives?"

Xiao Mo lied with his eyes open: "Yes."

Song Xuan pursed his lips and said nothing, silently looking him up and down for a moment, and then suddenly slapped Xiao Mo without warning!

Xiao Mo tilted his head, his eyes met Song Xuan's palm directly, and then... he didn't move.

Song Xuan's palm brought up a strong wind and stopped abruptly three inches away from Xiao Mo's nose. The wind blew up Xiao Mo's dark hair, which then fluttered down gently.

Xiao Mo stood still, looking at Song Xuan's slowly withdrawing hand without changing his expression: "Brother, do you want to give me some pointers too?"

Song Xuan took his hand back and put one hand on his waist, as if he was not the one who attacked just now. He looked very unserious: "No, I see that you are practicing the law of music. We are on different paths, so I can't give you any guidance."

Xiao Mo had a white jade flute on his waist, which was a magical instrument, so his identity as a music practitioner was very obvious.

Xiao Mo held the flute in his hand and pretended to be surprised: "You reminded me. Actually, I can still help."

Song Xuan looked at him trying to play the flute and raised his eyebrows: "We agreed not to use spiritual power. If you use magic, you will break the rules."

Xiao Mo was confident: "No need for spiritual power."

Song Xuan became interested. He wanted to see how the sound cultivator who didn't use spiritual power could help.

Xiao Mo's recent practice repertoire includes more than just Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. He thought Chu Jinglan's song that day was really nice, so he asked Chu Jinglan to write down half of the song first and included it in his deluxe practice package.

The piece of music is a bit difficult, but when I played it, the effect was much better than Twinkle Twinkle Little Star which I had practiced for months.

What effect? ​​A painful effect.

Xiao Mo held the flute in front of him, and blew a breath of air under Song Xuan's leisurely gaze.

“Beep! Zip, beep, beep—!”

Songxuan was standing too close, and was caught off guard by the sharp flute sound piercing his eardrums. He screamed subconsciously and quickly raised his hands to cover his ears, but it was still a little too late. The piercing flute sound did not spare any of his senses, making his ears buzz with the devilish sound lingering around, miserable and endless.

In the woods behind the shabby house, a flock of birds flapped their wings desperately and flew away screaming. The three disciples who were fighting against Chu Jinglan were caught off guard, and their passionate momentum was suddenly torn apart by the sound of the flute.

The man who was attacking Chu Jinglan from below staggered and fell forward. Chu Jinglan raised his foot and kicked him away, sending him out. Then, without stopping, Yan Zi turned around and swept with her backhand, directly picking up the magic weapons in the hands of the remaining two people.

The two men were so frightened by the sound of Xiao Mo's flute that their hands began to tremble. They almost lost their grasp of the magic weapon. Chu Jinglan did not miss any opportunity, and the duel ended in the blink of an eye.

Chu Jinglan calmly put away his sword and said, "Thank you for your guidance, brothers."

The duel ended, Xiao Mo stopped playing the flute and smiled brightly: "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother."

Three disciples and Song Xuan: "..."

They were stunned and couldn't recover for a long time.

Originally, even without Xiao Mo's flute, the three of them would have already seen the defeat, but they were all prepared to calm down and stop the fight, and had thought about how to end it. However, they were unexpectedly thrown into disarray and defeated miserably.

Although they came here on orders, they have already said harsh words and taken action, and now they want to exit gracefully. Isn't that inappropriate?

Song Xuan rubbed his ears in pain: "You don't consider this an injury!?"

Xiao Mo argued confidently: "You just don't have enough self-control."

He obviously tried to make the flute sound worse on purpose. This was easy for Xiao Mo to explain. After all, his flute playing skills were not good to begin with. As long as he was not serious, he could throw away the half-honed skills and play as badly as he wanted.

"You see, he is not affected by my flute playing."

Song Xuan and the others all looked at Chu Jinglan. Song Xuan couldn't believe it: "Junior Brother Chu, may I ask if your hearing is impaired?"

Chu Jinglan raised her eyelids in surprise: "Thank you for your concern, no problem."

Xiao Mo had evidence in hand and said confidently: "So if you were startled, it must be your problem, not mine."

He was only hurt by the unpleasant sound of the flute, and the laws of the world did not consider it as an injury, and did not retaliate, so Xiao Mo was fearless.

He stood beside Chu Jinglan, holding his flute, and asked with a smile, "Brothers, do you have any other advice?"

Song Xuan glanced at the two of them, and suddenly his face brightened and he laughed out loud.

"Haha, interesting, really interesting. It's been a long time since we have such an interesting newcomer in our small sect."

Song Xuan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "That's all for today. I look forward to your performance in the future. Don't forget to start working tomorrow, my two junior brothers."

Song Xuan waved his hand and left with the three losing disciples. When they were far away, Xiao Mo turned his head to look at Chu Jinglan and asked him, "Does it hurt?"

Even if he didn't use his spiritual power, the momentum from the fight would affect his damaged meridians. Chu Jinglan said in surprise: "It doesn't hurt."

His hand holding the sword was still shaking a little, but it wasn't because of the pain. It was just that he hadn't wielded the sword to his heart's content for a long time. After the exciting competition, his body was still filled with uncontrollable excitement.

The sword and the body were both clamoring, but Chu Jinglan knew that this was not enough.

Today, the disciples of Yushan Sect were giving in to him and no one used spiritual power. If they had used spiritual power, no matter how exquisite Chu Jinglan's sword moves were, it would have been like an ant trying to shake a tree and would not be able to overestimate his own abilities.

Chu Jinglan pressed his fingers and said, "We need to make Jing Lei let go as soon as possible."

He wants to take back what belongs to him.

"Well, let's perform well and find out what he's thinking. But before that--" Xiao Mo put the wooden hammer that he had just put on the ground into Chu Jinglan's hand, "Let's go and finish repairing the house first."

You can't really live in a leaky house, so you might as well set up a tent.

The two of them finished knocking on the roof and then repaired the door. Materials were limited and the carpentry work was very rough. It was already late, so they just had to put up with it for one night and wait and see what work they would be assigned tomorrow. If they could spare some time, they would find some more materials to renovate the house.

There were two beds in the room. After performing the cleansing spell, Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan took out some cloth from the storage container and spread them on the beds. There were no beddings, so Xiao Mo wrapped Chu Jinglan with a layer of spiritual power to prevent her from getting cold at night.

Chu Jinglan looked around the house and suddenly said, "You should go back to Shihai tonight."

Xiao Mo once said that he divided up a plot of land in his own mind and built a three-story attic, which was well furnished and much more comfortable than this place.

Xiao Mo made the bed and turned around: "Hmm? No, what if they raid at night?" He patted the bed and said, "I will meditate here. You just have to bear with it tonight. We will go find some pillows and bedding later."

Chu Jinglan lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "It's okay with me."

I don't know if Xiao Mo saw what he was thinking, but Xiao Mo smiled and said, "Well, it doesn't matter to me."

Chu Jinglan: "...Okay."

To Chu Jinglan, he could tolerate a place more shabby than this one, but seeing Xiao Mo, dressed in silk and satin, standing in such a shabby house, seemed so out of place.

I didn't notice it when I was sleeping in the open air, but when I had to live under someone's roof, I suddenly felt something different.

It may be that houses always easily evoke the idea of ​​home in people.

Such a shabby house is not worthy of Xiao Mo.

Chu Jinglan thought to himself: Let's find some soft bedding tomorrow.