Chapter 7

The reason why Xiao Mo cares about accumulation and cultivation is because his sea of ​​consciousness is now only night, and he feels that staying in a dark place for a long time is not good for his physical and mental health.

Otherwise, he would probably be more relaxed and not bother to hang around in front of Chu Jinglan.

The system displays the points Xiao Mo has earned so far. There is good news and bad news.

The good news is that 300 points seems like a lot;

The bad news is that the cultivation level can only be increased a little bit by redeeming it.

If the advancement of cultivation is likened to an exam, Xiao Mo is still 100 points away from the Yuanying period. If he redeems all the points he has accumulated, his score on the paper will be - Xi +3.

Yes, add three points.

Even Xiao Mo couldn't help but say, "I knew it wouldn't be much, but isn't it too little?!"

It is equivalent to 100:1. This exchange rate is simply killing the working people.

System: "That's right. Or you can add magic practice to truly feel the energy flow of the cultivation world. Not only can it be converted by points, but it can also be of greater help to your integration into the world."

Okay, okay, Xiao Mo discovered that he could only slack off intermittently and make continuous efforts. Before he traveled through the book, he was in the test-oriented education, and after he traveled through the book, he couldn't completely lie down.

It turns out that no matter which world you go to, life is never simple.

Xiao Mo was exhausted: "But I don't see any secret manuals in the mall, how can I practice it?"

The system raised its tone and immediately promoted itself: "I can directly copy all the secrets and skills of this world to you, without spending any points!"

He had an extremely proud and flattering attitude. Xiao Mo clapped his hands expressionlessly, "Great! Can you recommend me?"

The system immediately displayed several books.

He actively introduced them to Xiao Mo: "This is the cultivation manual of the strongest inner demon in the past, this is the most popular among the inner demons, and this one..."

The system introduced them one by one, and there were many excellent skills that the outside world was fighting for, but the system copied them easily. It has to be said that this assistant is still very strong.

Xiao Mo noticed that the inner demon's secrets were basically all related to consciousness and mental spells, and there was nothing related to body refining in the mainstream secrets, such as sword and palm techniques.

Every young man in the East has dreamed of becoming a swordsman who travels the world with a sword. Xiao Mo asked: "Is it impossible for a person with inner demons to become a swordsman?"

"The sword intent and the inner demon's mental method are not compatible. For a cultivator, the combat skills must be matched with his own mental method. Otherwise, it is a small matter to fail to exert his true strength, but it is a big matter to go astray and become possessed by the devil."

Xiao Mo hummed. Judging from these techniques, most of the inner demons follow the path of music cultivation or magic cultivation. He weighed them and finally picked up the secret book that was said to have been practiced by the strongest inner demon. The mental method and the technique were matched, and it was called "The Demonic Sound Book".

This magic attack is divided into nine levels. It refines one's mind internally and seduces people's minds externally. It relies on music and eye techniques to achieve different effects of mental control at different stages, and can also produce direct killing power.

The after-sales service of the system is very complete: "If you plan to practice the Magic Sound Book, you need to choose a musical instrument first. The mall has a basic version, and you can spend some points to redeem it."

The basic magic weapon only required one point, but Xiao Mo was used to being frugal. With limited resources, he still hoped to save as much as possible: "Can't I just create a fake magic weapon in the Sea of ​​Consciousness World and practice first?"

"You have not yet controlled a real magic weapon. If you only transform it into an illusion and fail to use it properly, it will become an obstacle to your future cultivation." The system advised earnestly, "You will escape from Chu Jinglan sooner or later. You can lay a good foundation for cultivation now. The demons transform spiritual energy into their own magic power, so I suggest you go abroad to cultivate."

The suggestion was sincere, but Xiao Mo had to remind the system that he might have overlooked a key question: "Do you still remember that I am just a ball without hands and feet in the outside world?"

How is he going to operate musical instruments in the outside world? Is he going to play drums and dance on the spot?

The system was not panicked at all: "Use your black mist! Concentrate your breath and sing, or extend a few strands of mist air to play. I believe you can do it!"

Xiao Mo: ...Then thank you so much.

Although he thought that cultivation might be difficult, he didn't expect it to be so difficult. Considering his environment, race, and most importantly, his physical shape, he was half-disabled, so he had to find another way to cultivate.

Xiao Mo opened the mall page and looked at the basic, cheap musical instrument-type instruments.

Pipa, qin, guzheng, flute...

Xiao Mo's gaze stopped on the flute.

He has good grades and learns quickly, but he has little leisure time and can't play any musical instruments.

Even I learned how to swim while working part-time.

The school Xiao Mo attended since childhood never paid attention to the development of music and art. When he was still living with his relatives, no one would pay for him to go to the Children's Palace and other places to learn two talents.

For Xiao Mo, the flute had left an unforgettable impression in his childhood.

At that time, there was a cousin who was learning to play the flute at the relative's house where he was staying. Xiao Mo was very envious of him, but he knew that he was not popular, so he just envied him from afar and did not dare to go up to take a closer look.

Until one day, the young boy couldn't bear it any longer, so he mustered up his courage and hesitantly stood in front of his cousin.

Xiao Mo clenched his fingers behind his back and begged, "Cousin, can I see your flute book?"

He didn't even dare to ask to touch the flute, he just hoped to read a book.

Xiao Mo's literacy level is far beyond that of elementary school students of the same age. He knows that it is impossible for him to learn to play the flute now, so he hopes to memorize the knowledge in the books in case he can have his own flute in the future...

What if?

However, his expectations were ruthlessly shattered on the spot.

"What? Why should I show it to you?"

His cousin seemed to be reading something dirty, disgusted and disgusted, but the little brat was full of superiority. He imitated his parents, pointed at Xiao Mo's nose and scolded: "Who do you think you are? You have no father or mother, and you dare to make demands on me? If you want to read books, go find them. Get out of my house as soon as possible. It's annoying to look at you!"

Little Xiao Mo's eyes widened, the color drained away from his face in an instant, and he turned pale. The shattered hopes and the shame of being pointed at made him feel ashamed. The courage he had mustered with great difficulty was worthless in the eyes of his cousin and was shattered to pieces.

Little Xiao Mo was only a few years old and he could endure so many grievances in his daily life, but this time tears welled up in his eyes. He finally rushed out of his "home" as if escaping. The strong wind blew across the corners of his eyes, and the child vaguely understood what self-esteem was.

He also realized more clearly that this was someone else's home, not his.

No matter how obedient and well-behaved he was, he was still an outsider who could be bullied at will.

Later, Xiao Mo was found by the police. He looked numb and hopeless as he listened to his relatives accusing him in front of the police, saying that the child was disobedient and ran away from home, and only caused trouble for them.

If a passerby hadn't seen the missing child and called the police, his relatives would have probably hoped that he would have just gotten lost.

After that, Xiao Mo no longer had any expectations for these people.

Xiao Mo looked at the flute instruments in the mall. Although they were only elementary instruments, they were emerald green in color and looked pretty good.

"I choose this one." Xiao Mo said.

System: "Flute is good! The flute is good! Host, can you play the flute?"

Xiao Mo exchanged a flute from the mall. A little light flashed, and the emerald green bamboo flute fell into his hands. It was smooth and delicate. Xiao Mo stroked it gently and said, "No."

The pain of the past had long been buried with memories. He was a vengeful person, but not one who could not get along with himself. When the night was quiet, he never tortured himself with the past. The frost and snow that could not destroy him would become nourishment for him to move forward.

Later, Xiao Mo grew up and worked hard to pay for his studies. If he really wanted to buy a flute, he could have saved the money, but he had a new goal and decided to get into a good university first. Whenever he passed by Lehang occasionally, he would no longer look at it with overly envy as he did as a child.

Xiao Mo touched the flute again. He didn't expect that what he had not been able to do in his previous life, he could continue in this life.

He also has his own flute.

System: "You still need music scores and tutorials. I'll check them right away. Wait a moment!"

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Chu Jinglan is very talented, but he never slacks off in his cultivation. He gets up early every day, rain or shine.

Very curly.

Originally, he was very peaceful around him, but ever since he had more inner demons, his time for meditation alone every day was severely reduced. Fortunately, only his meditation time in the morning had not been disturbed.

After all, the inner demon is very lazy and can't get up in the morning. He hopes that the inner demon can continue this bad habit.

But this happiness was broken this morning.

After Chu Jinglan practiced swordplay on the sword field in the bamboo forest for about half an hour, he saw the inner demon mist slowly flying out.

Much earlier than usual.

Chu Jinglan's sword suddenly stopped and he was stunned for a while. Suddenly he had a bad feeling.

The premonition quickly came true.

The black mist ball became a little bigger, and there seemed to be something wrapped inside, but it was not clear. Chu Jinglan looked at the small ball of inner demon resting on the tip of the leaf in shock and suspicion, and became alert all over.

After one breath, two breaths, and three breaths, a short and trembling whistle sounded from the black mist.

He was trembling and shaking, with shortness of breath and weakness, and the ending sound was lost, making no sense.

Chu Jinglan was shocked: “?”

He held the sword without relaxing his grip. After all, any change in his inner demons would not be good for him.

After that low, almost inaudible opening sound, the entire fog seemed to suddenly exert force, and in an instant, a long and miserable sound successfully broke the tranquility of the early morning, chasing people's ears and screaming, not for money, but for life, frightening people to the point of being at a loss and terrified!

Chu Jinglan was caught off guard and his ears were filled with the horrifying sound that pierced his ears and vigilance. The incident happened suddenly and he had no time to prepare. Chu Jinglan suffered a head-on blow with extremely destructive power, and the sword in his hand was almost thrown out.

...Flute, flute?

How could someone play the flute so badly?

Even for a novice, it is rare to produce such a stunning effect!

Xiao Mo also stopped after this sound, and the whole fog shook. It was obvious that he himself was also disturbed by the sound and was stunned in disbelief.

Chu was stunned for a moment, and after a long time, he finally found his soul that was scattered by the flute sound, and he gathered his strength and gritted his teeth, "Inner demon, what do you want to do now?"

For the person playing the instrument, the lethality was not that exaggerated, but Xiao Mo was also aware that it was far from pleasant to listen to. For the first time, he felt a little insecure in front of Chu Jinglan and coughed twice: "Practice, cough, not, practice music theory."

After he finished speaking, he realized that as a demon in his heart, how could he retreat and show weakness in front of Chu Jinglan? The mist ball swelled up, and he immediately changed to a voice that was not justified but strong: "As you can see, cultivation."

Although he tried his best to maintain his tone, it still didn't sound as firm as usual, and was mixed with guilt and embarrassment.

Xiao Mo: Help is too ugly to hear, and Chu Jinglan even heard it!!

Hearing the word "cultivation", Chu Jinglan's frightened expression subsided, and defense crept into his eyes again. He said coldly: "You can't take me away now."

Is there any other tricks if you are in such a hurry to cultivate?

Xiao Mo gritted his teeth and continued to play the role of the inner demon: "Make plans early. You are so hardworking, I can't lose. Come on, everyone."

Chu Jinglan's dark eyes were filled with ice and sword-like gleams, piercing Xiao Mo with coldness and sharpness. Xiao Mo did not dodge, but took a stance to look back - even though there were no eyes on the mist.

After a moment of stalemate between the man and the mist, Chu Jinglan closed his eyes in shock, his chest heaving violently, and turned away.

He walked to the other end of the sword field, away from his inner demons. Chu Jinglan picked up the sword and continued, each move becoming more murderous, as if he wanted to split something in half.

Without Chu Jinglan's glare, Xiao Wutuanzi could no longer be tough. He was like a deflated ball, wilting.

The bamboo flute was wrapped in a cloud of mist, and he blew it with the help of his breath and spiritual energy. Even though he acted like a demon in front of Chu Jinglan, he actually... he also had some dignity to keep.

After practicing just now, he already knew that his flute playing was not good at the moment...well, it was very bad.

If possible, he would also like to practice alone.

but!

There is spiritual energy only in the outside world, and he cannot leave the area within fifty meters of Chu Jinglan!

Xiao Mo's flute was wrapped in a mist, and no one knew that his expression changed back and forth, jumping back and forth between cloudy and rainy.

"System, is there any other way?"

The system, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up. For some reason, its electronic voice changed into two different tones: "No, host. I'm sorry, but I believe in your learning ability. Come on, you can do it!"

After inflating and refueling the host, the system cautiously pleaded, "By the way, host, please inform me before you practice the flute. I will temporarily block the receiver function. When you need it, you can directly call 'system' and contact me again."

"I don't mean anything special, really! It's just that your flute is surprisingly powerful, and it might not be good for my voice function."

Xiao Mo: “…”

There's no need to be so tactful. You can just say it directly if it's unpleasant. Although he is narrow-minded, he doesn't bear grudges blindly.

Xiao Mo looked at Chu Jinglan who was practicing sword not far away, and began to worry: Chu Jinglan's improved cultivation would also be good for him, so Xiao Mo actually didn't want to disturb Chu Jinglan's practice.

So when should I practice the flute?

Although the system has turned off voice input, it has not turned off output. Ding Ding prompted: "Mental attack successful, points +30!"

Xiao Mo: …

No way, just because of the flute sound just now?

He spun around with the flute in his arms, and suddenly his mind was enlightened. From the rising points, he realized what time period he should practice.

Chu was shocked and uneasy, his sword was too sharp, and his mind was in a mess: starting from today, his daily practice will definitely be a mess. What a vicious inner demon. When he was practicing, he was always ringing his ears with the devil's voice. Maybe his blood was boiling and his mind was unstable. If he accidentally went astray, he wouldn't even need the inner demon to take over.

The more he thought about it, the stronger Chu Jinglan's murderous aura became.

But when the bamboo leaves in front of him were chopped to pieces, Chu Jinglan was shocked to find that the expected noise did not appear.

The only sounds in the bamboo forest were the sword's energy breaking through the air and his heavy breathing. Chu Jinglan put away his sword in surprise, raised his head and looked around, only to find that his inner demon had disappeared at some point.

Chu Jinglan had already learned from books that the inner demon could not be too far away from him. If he could not see it, there were only two possibilities: hiding in some corner or returning to the sea of ​​consciousness.

There is nowhere to hide in Jianping.

Returned to the sea of ​​consciousness? Didn't bother him?

Chu Jinglan's expression went blank after he was furious.

What on earth is the inner demon trying to do!

Although he couldn't figure it out, he didn't get upset. Before lunch, he asked the kitchen to prepare a few dishes.

Pork slices cooked in spicy oil, squirrel mandarin fish, and sweet and sour pork tenderloin were all dishes that he thought the inner demon would like to eat.

When lunch came, the delicious dishes were served one by one, and the inner demon of never missing meals reappeared.

Chu Jinglan looked at him in amazement and uttered clearly, "Huh."

Then he leisurely picked up his chopsticks and prepared to eat his lunch slowly, so that the lazy and greedy demon in his heart could see him but not eat him, thus prolonging the torture time.

When his chopsticks just touched the edge of the meat, a hoarse and sad flute sound suddenly exploded in the room!

In an instant, the red oil was fried into oblivion, the fragrant meat slices became tasteless, and the head of the squirrel mandarin fish turned hideous in the sound of the flute, as if it was screaming its death!

The rice is no longer fragrant, the water is no longer sweet, and the vegetables can be cooled.

Chu Jinglan was shocked: "..."

With a snap, he broke the silver chopsticks in his hand.

Xiao Mo responded to Chu Jinglan very clearly: "Haha."

As expected, he would never let go of any grudge. He even scolded him more seriously!

Xiao Mo, who could only watch but not eat, finally regained the upper hand at mealtime and could now feel proud: It's just hurting each other, who wouldn't do that? Let's fight!

The author has something to say:

Xiao Mo·Seventeen Years Old: I have experienced the ups and downs of life, I have seen the evil of people, I am mature, I am stable 0-0

Chu Jinglan, 17 years old: I am used to intrigues and I understand that people’s hearts are unfaithful. I am calm and composed =-=

Until two seventeen-year-olds met——

Hey, look at my cat paws scratching each other!