Chapter 63

When the words "kill him" came out of Fen Xiu's mouth, Xiao Mo's vigilance instantly reached its maximum. It was not until he heard the whole passage and realized that Fen Xiu had no intention of harming Chu Jinglan for the time being that he breathed a sigh of relief.

A talent like Chu Jinglan would be in great danger if he had not been born in a large sect. Even in a large sect, while enjoying the benefits, he still has to guard against all kinds of enemies of the sect. There is no ease at all.

In the upper world, each family has extra protection for their geniuses, because in fact no one can guarantee that they can grow up smoothly. There are many geniuses who fail halfway in the pursuit of the great road.

As for Fen Xiu's wish to find out about Xiao Mo, oh, that is, Mo Lan as he called him, even if he couldn't hear the sound from the jade token opposite him, Xiao Mo knew the result.

Of course there is no news.

Sure enough, he heard Fen Xiu's next words: "Can't find this person?"

Xiao Mo thought to himself that this was natural.

Fen Xiu hesitated for a moment and spoke again: "After further investigation, I think he is very likely not a human."

Xiao Mo, who is really not a human being at the moment: ...Who are you scolding?

But Xiao Mo's face turned cold. Fen Xiu did not see through his identity. But for a man like the Demon Lord, even if he did not find any evidence, as long as he noticed something wrong, it could explain a lot of things.

After Fen Xiu finished giving the instructions, he closed his eyes and rested on the soft couch. Xiao Mo only needed to think about it and disappear on the spot and return to Chu Jinglan's sea of ​​consciousness. Then he walked out of the sea of ​​consciousness and put on his spiritual power disguise skillfully. Then he would be "Mo Lan" beside Chu Jinglan again.

Xiao Mo went to the brothel with his inner demon body, so naturally he couldn't be stained by any scent of cosmetics. The desires of the people there were indeed very fragrant, but Xiao Mo didn't take a single bite and just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

He sighed and sat down next to Chu Jinglan: "I feel like I haven't wanted to read romantic novels for a long time."

It is so well written in the novels, and so beautifully written, but the scenes of many people in the brothels looking for food like hungry tigers... I don't want to think about them, it makes me upset when I think about them.

Before Chu Jinglan could even ask "Are you okay?", Xiao Mo's words silenced him.

"...Does the book you bought contain romantic stories?"

Xiao Mo didn't think there was a problem: "Yes, some books have titles that tell you they are not simple, but they are well written."

Each of them had the right to use their storage device. Sometimes when they were storing things, whoever was more convenient would take it. Xiao Mo still had some story books lying with Chu Jinglan. He said, "It's good to take a look at it occasionally when you take a break. You can also take a look."

Chu Jinglan had never had this hobby in his past life, so he didn't say whether it was good or bad. Of course, Xiao Mo just said it casually, as he had something serious to talk about now.

Xiao Mo sat up straight, with a serious face: "I have confirmed that the demon is a demon lord Fen Xiu who is pretending to be in the Yuan Infant period."

Xiao Mo wanted to tell Chu Jinglan that he should be careful if he met him in the competition, but Chu Jinglan frowned and spoke first: "Does he doubt your identity?"

The Demon Lord sneaked into the Yuntai Competition, and it seemed like he had ulterior motives. This should have been an important event related to the overall situation of the cultivation world, but these two people thought of each other's safety first instead of any conspiracy.

Chu Jinglan was already worried about whether the demon had seen something from Xiao Mo during the day, and now that he knew he was the Demon Lord, he became even more worried.

How could the Demon Lord catch Xiao Mo in the crowd at a glance?

Xiao Mo also nodded calmly: "Yes, but he didn't see through my true nature as a demon."

There is still room for improvement.

Chu Jinglan said: "Okay, I will be careful when I meet him. But if he wanted to cause trouble, he would have done it when Yu Mo showed up with the demon cultivators."

Xiao Mo held the flute in his hand and tapped it lightly: "I thought so too. Yu Mo suddenly changed his mind and became friendly. Maybe he got instructions from Fen Xiu. They may not make any noise in this competition."

However, his expression did not ease: "But if the Demon Lord really wants to go to war with human cultivators in the future, the newly emerged genius among human cultivators will definitely become a thorn in their eyes."

Chu Jinglan was calm and said, "I have realized it. If an enemy comes, I will stop him with my army. If a flood comes, I will block it with earth."

They didn't want to become enemies with dangerous people for no reason, but if he insisted on becoming an enemy, facing a strong enemy, the two would just desperately try to find a solution and would not be afraid to move forward.

With just one look, Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan could tell that each other had the same idea.

Xiao Mo smiled and lay down on the bed, moving to the inside: "No more talking, come and rest. We have competitions during the day these few days, so you should use sleep to recuperate at night, don't replace it with practice."

Chu Jinglan lay on half of the seat he gave up, turned off the lights in the room with a snap of her fingers, and had a dreamless night.

The next day, when Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan appeared, the people around them looked at them very differently.

Not only because they wore the Yingyue Sect's badges, but also because Chu Jinglan's age and experience had spread among the crowd overnight.

The nineteen-year-old Yuan Ying's Dantian was successfully restored after being destroyed. Every detail was a miracle. It was something that countless people dared not even think about, but it was achieved by one person at the same time.

A genius, a genius that only appears once in a thousand years!

As soon as Xiao Mo opened his mind a little, he could smell the strong scent of thoughts - jealousy, envy, etc., which were stronger than the emotions he felt yesterday when Chu Jinglan was taken away by Yingyue Sect.

The smell of jealousy smelled a lot like the fragrant stir-fried pork with chili peppers. Xiao Mo couldn't help but take a few bites to taste it.

The collective emotional outburst of many people is like a happy house to the inner demon. Last night in the brothel, there was a feast everywhere, but because the scene hurt his eyes, Xiao Mo didn't eat a single bite. Today, he smelled the delicious food again, so he had to eat something.

My mind circled around him and then merged into him. Although I didn't move my mouth, I could definitely taste the flavor of fried pork with chili peppers.

Of course, Xiao Mo didn't eat too much to avoid the state of "drunken thoughts".

Someone wanted to come forward and try to get close to him, but when he met Chu Jinglan's eyes, the words of greeting froze in his mouth, and the fake smile he put on instantly became stiff, and he retreated awkwardly.

Some people couldn't help but murmur: "It's strange, his eyes, if you look closely, it doesn't seem to mean anything..."

But for some reason I didn't dare go up.

Someone saw something and said, "It's the sword spirit that refines the heart. This person is actually tempering the sword spirit all the time. The young are really formidable!"

The stronger a sword practitioner's sword intent is, the stronger his strength will be at the same level of cultivation. As time goes by, the perfect sword intent does not necessarily require drawing the sword to be used. Spiritual light and divine light can both become swords. When the sword intent is concentrated, there will be a sword in the eyes.

Those who have no ability but have ulterior motives and try to establish relationships with just a few words should just go to bed early.

So even though everyone's attention was on Chu Jinglan for a while, there was no crowding around the two of them, and there was even some space left.

It was not until Chu Jinglan went on stage to compete that the people around him finally found the right opportunity and rushed forward to surround Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo raised his eyebrows, and Qiuqiu, who was on his shoulder taking a break, was startled. His little eyes immediately became alert, and his fluffy head swayed from side to side, taking a defensive stance.

Qiuqiu: “Chiu!”

Xiao Mo rubbed its head with one finger and soothed it: "It's okay."

One of them took the opportunity to start a conversation: "Daoyou, I think your pet is the cub of the third-level demon beast Gray Bird. It looks so cute!"

Xiao Mo smiled at him and did not refute the fact that Qiuqiu was a third-level monster. Some people in the crowd were dazzled by his smile, while others became even more excited: This little foundation-building beauty looks easy to talk to, what a great opportunity!

The man who thought he had successfully struck up a conversation with the topic of spiritual pets said hurriedly, "I am a beast guardian. I have some experience in the training of spiritual pets. I would like to discuss this with you and Fellow Daoist Chu. Is it convenient?"

Xiao Mo gently stroked Qiuqiu's soft back and kicked the ball out: "Whether it is convenient or not is not my decision."

He even flicked the badge on his waist and said, "Look, I am his attendant, and he makes the decision when something happens."

Hmm? Are they really just subordinates and servants, with no blood relationship at all? They look quite similar...

When they heard that this approach of his was not feasible, many people immediately dispersed with regret. Some people also felt that as long as Xiao Mo was close enough to Chu Jinglan, it didn't matter if he was a servant, as he would at least leave some impression.

But after the crowds had calmed down, someone walked straight towards Xiao Mo and said, "You are just his attendant, so that's easy to talk to."

Xiao Mo's expression remained unchanged as he watched Fen Xiu approach him. However, his vigilance was already fully raised. He pretended to be relaxed and said, "What can I say?"

"Come and be my servant." Fen Xiu Rao looked at him with interest. "What conditions do you want? Tell me."

The people around them gasped. They just wanted to get close to the guy, but this guy was really brave. He just came up and started to undermine the guy. Isn't this offensive?

Before Xiao Mo opened his mouth, another voice came from behind him: "He won't serve as a servant to others."

It was Chu Jinglan.

He had just finished the competition, and the sword spirit in his body had not yet dissipated. The people around him made way for him. Chu Jinglan stood beside Xiao Mo and looked at Fen Xiu coldly.

The "others" that Chu Jinglan mentioned included himself, and Xiao Mo was not his attendant. When Fen Xiu heard this, he naturally understood the meaning as: Xiao Mo would not be an attendant to anyone other than Chu Jinglan.

Fen Xiu crossed his arms: "Are you so sure?"

He raised his chin and nodded: "I can give him eight or ten of the robes he's wearing. If he wants a spiritual pet, I can catch a higher-level one, instead of raising a third-level crappy one."

Qiuqiu was angry: "Chiu!"

You are the ugly one, your whole family is ugly!

"People die for money. If I can offer a better price, why can't he change his master? Or did you make a blood contract with him?"

"I'm sorry, it has nothing to do with this." Xiao Mo finally interrupted his condescending speech, "Chu, the master is right, I can't be a servant to others."

Hearing the word "master", Chu Jinglan's eyes darkened.

It would be fine if Xiao Mo just teased him in private, but he actually didn't want to hear Xiao Mo calling him master in front of everyone.

He didn't want Xiao Mo to be inferior to him in the eyes of the world.

Chu Jinglan clearly didn't care about the world's gaze on him, but he didn't want them to look down on Xiao Mo.

Chu Jinglan's shocked eyes passed over Xiao Mo's white fingers. He remembered the cold but comfortable temperature of those hands. Those hands had fed him medicine when he was too paralyzed to move; those hands had squeezed into his bloody palms when he was struggling in pain.

Chu Jinglan couldn't help but raise his hands——

Before their fingertips touched, he moved his arm upwards, and in the end only held Xiao Mo's wrist.

"Call me by my name." Chu Jinglan held his wrist and repeated, "Just call me by my name."

Xiao Mo was stunned by his tone. Chu Jinglan held his wrist with a force that was neither too strong nor too weak, but with an indescribable solemnity.

Xiao Mo was stunned for only half a second before he smiled and said, "Okay, Chu Jinglan."

This scene was seen by many people. Although they had not yet entered Yingyue Sect, given the level of attention Chu Jinglan was currently receiving, within half a day, the news that he was treating his little servant differently would become known to everyone.

Even Fen Xiu was a little surprised. No matter how interested he was, he would never allow the little things to be on an equal footing with him or even climb over his head.

Many beauties have entered the Demon Palace over the years, but any of them who have had a little bit of delusional dreams have had their graves turned into big trees.

He thought that a genius like Chu Jinglan had some similarities with him, but it seems he was wrong.

Chu Jinglan grabbed Xiao Mo's wrist and took him away from here. The backs of the two of them also fell into the eyes of Su Baimo who was not far away and had not had time to get close.

Su Baimo suddenly understood the difference between caring and not caring.

Once, Chu Jinglan and he agreed to cancel the engagement. He always thought that he could make Chu Jinglan fall in love with him. Every time Chu Jinglan helped him and some people in the tribe looked at him with envy, he would often feel complacent and wonder if Chu Jinglan cared about him a little.

Chu Jinglan never pulled him back once, not even once.

It turns out that helping is just about fulfilling a promise, without any unnecessary emotions. Just a picture of holding hands is enough to break all his delusions.

Dai Zisheng and Mu Jian had just come off the stage. Dai Zisheng said, "Chu Jinglan treated Mo Lan very well. I'm sure it wasn't easy for him to recover his Dantian. Was it Mo Lan who was with him all the time?"

"Perhaps," Mu Jian said, "A friend in need is a friend indeed. Mo Lan's status as a servant is probably just for the convenience of entering Yingyue Sect together."

Su Baimo felt as if something had been stabbed in his heart, and was in so much pain that he could not speak.

Meanwhile, Xiao Mo was pulled far away by Chu Jinglan, and then he smiled and said, "You haven't finished the competition today."

Chu Jinglan suddenly stopped, slowly loosened his grip on Xiao Mo's wrist, and whispered, "Yeah."

"With what happened today, my status as your best friend has been confirmed." Xiao Mo, "You picked the right time."

Chu Jinglan pressed his finger bones lightly. He knew that he did not choose the timing deliberately, but a lot of coincidences and the perfect timing all together led to the result.

At least the results are good.

Did he actually want to... just grab Xiao Mo's hand?

Chu Jinglan felt that the answer was "yes".

He had never had this feeling before, nor had he learned any explanation for it from anywhere. When he was in the Chu family, he had never seen anyone with a special, gentle light in their eyes.

Chu Jinglan's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was filled with turbulence.

He didn't know how to grab the thought from the waves that he had never touched but must have existed.

For some unknown reason, Chu Jinglan thought of the script that Xiao Mo had placed in his storage container.

In addition to the frank love and romance, the story should also include the journey of the two hearts, with many grievances, entanglements, and emotional and rational distinctions, in order to make up a complete story.

...Maybe he could really take a look and maybe find the answer?

Xiao Mo spread out his five fingers and waved them in front of his eyes: "What are you thinking about? You suddenly lost your focus."

"Nothing." Chu Jinglan saw Xiao Mo's face through his five fingers and saw the Taoist seal on his forehead. He looked away without making a sound. "I just suddenly thought that I could read a storybook to relax when I have free time."

The topic jumped a lot, Xiao Mo didn't know how much Chu Jinglan was thinking about, but it didn't matter, the two of them often chatted about all sorts of things, Xiao Mo smoothly replied: "Yeah, at least it's fun for yourself."

But that is something that can only be done in free time. Today's competition has not yet been completed. After a while, Chu Jinglan's name was called and he had to go to the next game.

At night, they stayed in the Yingyue Sect's fairy boat under completely legitimate identities, but tonight, Chu Jinglan was unable to open the storybook.

Xiao Mo even specially recommended a book to him, saying that the emotions were delicately described, the story was unconventional, and it was full of ups and downs, and it was well worth reading.

Chu Jinglan took note of it and placed the script in a prominent place in the storage container.

On the second and third day, Chu Jinglan still didn't open it.

On the tenth day, the Yuntai competition was drawing to a close. The top three in each group had been decided, but Chu Jinglan still hadn't opened a page of the storybook.

Today's competition is over, and it's time for the winners to receive their rewards.

Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan guessed correctly. Fen Xiu had no intention of disrupting the competition. When Chu Jinglan faced him, he even won more easily than when he faced other disciples. Fen Xiu got himself the third place, which was good enough, but not the best.

The top three rankings in the early Yuanying period are: Chu Jinglan, Mu Jian, and Fen Xiu.

The top three people in each group can also choose earth-level magic tools or spiritual herbs, a total of three items, and those with higher rankings can choose first.

Chang Daozi awarded prizes to several people in the early Yuanying stage. When he looked at Chu Jinglan, he couldn't hide the satisfaction in his eyes.

Such an excellent seedling was chosen by their Yingyue Sect without any competition. They should be very proud of themselves.

Three magical instruments, a earth-level sword, a earth-level flute, and a thousand-year-old magical herb.

Chang Daozi thought that since Chu Jinglan already had the Dawn and other collections of the Moon Lord, he probably would not choose a sword, but it would be understandable if he wanted to add another one to his collection; the most likely possibility was still the spiritual herb, which could elevate a person's cultivation level within a certain period of time, and after the medicinal effect wore off and the cultivation level returned to normal, it would not leave any side effects.

It is really a must-have medicine when going out for a fight.

Chang Daozi wouldn't be surprised if he chose either of these two.

However, he guessed none of them correctly.

Because Chu Jinglan picked up the flute.

Chang Daozi was stunned for a moment, and even the audience below the stage turned their eyes to Xiao Mo, who was very close to the platform.

Chu Jinglan doesn't use a flute, but Xiao Mo has a jade flute around his waist.

Could it be that Chu Jinglan picked the flute for Xiao Mo? ?

Although they already knew that Chu Jinglan treated his servants very well, Chu Jinglan once again refreshed everyone's perception: This is too good to be true, a foundation-building cultivator actually uses a ground-level magic weapon, how much power can a foundation-building cultivator exert with this magic weapon?

Is Chu Jinglan still short of servants? They really can!

However, their guess was conservative.

Chu Jinglan wanted to pick a flute for Xiao Mo, but he wanted one of heavenly quality.

Currently, among all the things they have, there is no material suitable for making flutes directly. The higher the level of the required magic weapon, the higher the compatibility requirement between the material and the magic weapon itself. The thousand-year-old ice stone left by the Moon Lord is suitable for forging swords, but not for flutes.

However, they still have a treasure that can be used to refine magical instruments. The jade flute among the prizes is made of very good material, but it is not old enough. It can be refined to become heavenly grade, and it is in no way inferior to a magical instrument that is heavenly grade after being forged.

If this group of envious people knew what Chu Jinglan was thinking at the moment, they would probably line up to ask for the job and would try their best to squeeze into the waiter's position even if it meant breaking their heads.

In modern society, job opportunities are very competitive, and in the world of cultivation, a good position is hard to come by.

After choosing the things, it’s time to choose a school.

Among the top ten in the early Yuanying period, including Fenxiu, there are three demons. After all, the demon population is small, so this ratio is normal. As for the other two demons, one chose a sect in the upper realm of the demon world, and the other chose a demon sect outside the demon world.

Both are good choices.

The selection of a sect starts with the tenth-ranked person, and goes forward in order. When it is Fen Xiu's turn, Xiao Mo silently says in his heart: You can go anywhere, but don't come to Yingyue Sect!

But there is a law called Murphy's Law.

Fen Xiu rushed to the high platform and said directly: "Yingyue Sect."

People in all realms of the Jindan stage have made their choices. Fen Xiu is the first demon to choose someone to establish a sect!

Xiao Mo's scalp suddenly went numb.

It wasn't that he was narcissistic, it was his intuition that was giving him a shrill warning: Fen Xiu might be targeting him, and it was definitely not a good thing.

"System," Xiao Mo said, "explain the characteristics of the demon in detail."

He didn't pay too much attention to it when he read the original novel. He just glanced over it and could barely see some demons that could identify the types of demons. But now he couldn't see through it at a glance, so he didn't take it to heart.

He was relieved too early.

As Xiao Mo listened to the system's detailed explanation, he finally understood where the uneasiness came from.

"After identifying the type of demon, the top-level pure-blooded demon can absorb the other party's cultivation to increase its own strength."

...No wonder even though some demons did not support Fen Xiu's war with human cultivators, no one dared to object.

Now, Fen Xiu is the only Pure-Blooded Demon left.

In the original novel, Fen Xiu used blood contracts to kill demons many times, but he was a threat to the rest of the demons based on his bloodline.

He just kills people for fun in different ways.

Last night he told someone that Xiao Mo was not a human. Perhaps he had already determined in his heart that Xiao Mo was a demon, and took Xiao Mo as his next prey to experience a novel hunting process.

After all, no demon could hide its identity from him. Once Xiao Mo's identity was revealed and he lost interest in it, that would be the time for him to kill him.

On the stage, Chu Jinglan turned his head and glanced at Fen Xiu coldly.

Fen Xiu had no intention of trying to curry favor with this popular figure from the Yingyue Sect, and he looked back at him provocatively.

Fen Xiu was in a good mood and thought that maybe he could play longer this time.

He guessed that Xiao Mo was a demon. If he guessed correctly and found out his identity, he would absorb Xiao Mo's skills and then kill him and Chu Jinglan.

If I guessed wrong, or if I still can't confirm Xiao Mo's identity, I would wait until I get tired of it and then kill them both.

Anyway, no matter what, the word "kill" is always at the end.

He had never considered the possibility that he would fail in the early stage of Yuanying and the stage of building foundation. After all, strength is the rule, and he was born rebellious and did not think there was a problem.

The people from Yingyue Sect interrogated Fenxiu several times. Fenxiu was disguised as Liemo and took the alias of Alie. After the incident of Yuezhu running away with the demon couple, some people in Yingyue Sect felt that the kind-hearted demons should not be treated so harshly, and some people's prejudice against the demons became even stronger.

But according to the rules of the competition, the top ten chose their sect, so they could only accept it for the time being.

Whether to go or stay will be decided later.

Fen Xiu looked at Chu Jinglan jokingly: "You entered the sect earlier than me, and I am older than you. So, who should call whom senior brother?"

Chu Jinglan retracted his gaze and looked straight ahead at the platform, not even looking at Fen Xiu, and said indifferently: "Neither. According to my seniority in Yingyue Sect, you have to call me ancestor."

Fen Xiu:?

Fen Xiu: What the hell? ?