Immortal Immortal

Although Li Mo still couldn't figure out the magic cultivator's methods, after guessing the opponent's purpose, he also realized the next best countermeasure.

Just wait.

The demon cultivator will definitely select four people with superior qualifications among the scholars to teach them the techniques, and Li Mo can just cut off his hair when the time comes.

In fact, if he pretends to be a scholar, it will be easier to obtain the magic cultivation technique.

But Li Mo's talent is too terrifying, and the Six Paths Body may scare the demon cultivators behind the scenes to death, and even alarm the Jiantongue Sect thousands of miles away.

Of course, in the real situation, the devil cultivator will probably give up the idea of ​​accepting a disciple immediately.

Treat Li Mo as a cauldron.

"Oh, if you can't fight, you can't hide. If you can't, just use the close magic circle to escape."

Li Mo felt that even if he had no chance of winning against the Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivator, he would not be without the power to fight back, and he would be somewhat sure of escaping.

Normally during the Nascent Soul stage, one would not deliberately reveal the Nascent Soul, for fear of damaging the foundation, so one would usually only focus on three points.

Li Mo rented a dilapidated and simple courtyard in a remote residential area.

He still maintains his official identity as a herbal collector, and does a small business of buying and selling in Qing Town according to the rules of mortals.

To ensure there are no flaws.

Li Mo inadvertently performed surgery to make subtle changes to his facial features.

His temperament suddenly changed completely, not that it was more conspicuous, but that it became more and more ordinary.

There are extra crow's feet at the corners of the eyes; the back is slightly arched; there are obvious calluses on the palms; the movements are slightly stiff when walking...

No matter how you look at it, Li Mo is just a market collector.

He secretly inquired about the imperial examination and learned that the upcoming imperial examination was called the "rural examination", which was similar to the ancient times in his previous life.

The rural examination is not only held in Qingzhen, to be precise, it will be held every thirty years or so in the towns within the Jianyu Sect.

It's probably similar to asking for one's inner thoughts, or maybe it's an introductory trial.

Li Mo still has four years until he returns to Qingzhen to take the exam.

Four years is not a short time, but if you can successfully obtain the skills, you still have some patience. Anyway, it is difficult to improve your spiritual power.

Moreover, studying spiritual patterns on a daily basis is also practice.

If Li Mo remembered correctly, the provincial examinations and the imperial examinations should be the provincial examinations and palace examinations, which were probably the outer sect competition and the inner sect competition respectively.

The Sword Tongue Sect is indeed interesting, but after all, it belongs to the Tianjian Sect, and Li Mo doesn't want to offend a group of sword cultivators because of the demonic cultivation techniques.

Anyway, in the ancient world of immortal cultivation, most sword cultivators were single-minded and crazy.

At that time, the Tianjian Sect was divided into inner sword cultivators and outer sword cultivators. Even if there were no external enemies, they were constantly fighting among themselves.

The Sword Tongue Sect is just a subsidiary, but it is somewhat related to the Tianjian Sect.

Li Mo soon fell into a boring life, spending time at two o'clock every day, and the purchased medicinal materials were dried on the wall of the courtyard.

Half a year later, he had eliminated all external traces of himself, dressed in linen clothes, and became one of the common people in Qing Town.

If Han Cai stood in front of Li Mo, he might not be able to recognize him.

Li Mo was not worried about being discovered by the Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivator, and simply regarded being in Qingzhen as a practice to hone his mental state.

Early in the morning, he walked towards the morning market in the south of the city in the morning light.

There were only scattered passers-by on the streets, but the morning market was already overcrowded, and traders could still see mountain goods bought in the villages.

"Turmeric is good. It has medicinal properties of thirteen or four years. How much money is it?"

Li Mo stopped in front of a stall. The old man smoked pungent dry tobacco. The cotton and linen cloth in front of him were filled with herbs of varying quality.

"Three ounces, Heizi, you are really untouchable."

"Eating for a living."

Li Mo knelt down to pick and choose. Many people around him saw him and greeted him with a kind attitude.

"Old man Liu, I took the herbs."

Li Mo selected a handful of herbs, seemed to be in need, took out the money bag from his arms, and used the scattered coins to pay off Old Man Liu's herbs.

"Heizi, come and take a look at my herbs. I'll sell them to you cheaper."

"The space at home is small, and we can't handle too many herbs there. Let's go tomorrow, Brother Xu."

"okay."

Li Mo looked at Old Man Liu and pointed to several herbs on the stall with his right hand.

"Old man Liu, I see that your face is red and your tongue is black. You need to stop smoking. Take the medicine I just prescribed and take it for three years..."

Old Man Liu crossed his legs, and the joints of his legs were already exposed. "No, half of your body is rotten. How can you be afraid of some stubborn disease?"

Li Mo shook his head and responded: "In a hundred days at most, Old Man Liu's throat will be completely broken. If you still want to speak, just be careful."

Old man Liu opened his mouth wide.

He subconsciously wanted to take a puff of dry cigarette, but he still took back the old cigarette rod with a smile and touched his throat slightly depressed.

The people around him couldn't help laughing and looked at him with gloating eyes.

Li Mo's consultation skills were already well-known in the morning market. If Old Liu's throat was rotten for a hundred days, it wouldn't be half a day's difference.

It is also his superb medical skills that make him popular in the morning market.

However, in the eyes of others, Li Mo's taste in selecting medicinal materials was quite different, and he would often charge high prices for no apparent reason.

Old Man Liu and others did not take advantage of him. After collecting more money, they gave away a few extra plants.

But little did they know that Li Mo's view of the value of medicinal materials was not the efficacy, but the degree of cherishment of the herbs. If there were no similar medicinal materials in the corpse mountain, they would be worth thousands of gold to him.

You know, ordinary plants and trees planted in the corpse mountain may transform into spiritual materials.

Not only does it enrich the ecological circle of the small world of Corpse Mountain, the variety of spiritual materials is also conducive to the cultivation of methods through the magical power of the Seven Souls.

Li Mo chose the job of a herbal medicine seller because most of the people in the morning market lived in villages outside the town.

They obviously have nothing to do with demon cultivators.

The permanent residents are just the opposite. They are indeed normal in all aspects, but a bit too normal, and their daily behavior is very routine.

The demon cultivator deliberately maintains order in Qingzhen and will not do anything that deviates from the track.

Of course, Li Mo was looking at it from the perspective of foresight. Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to notice anything strange.

The monks don't care about mortals anymore, causing the demonic cultivators to become more and more unscrupulous.

As for whether the people were transformed into puppets, Li Mo couldn't tell. He probably had to wait until he mastered the magic skills to get a glimpse.

Li Mo sold the medicinal materials that he had dried yesterday to various pharmacies in the town. On the surface, he took a sum of money with satisfaction and prepared to return home.

In fact, when he contacted the clerks and shopkeepers at the drug store, he felt like he was facing dummies.

It's hard to avoid being a little bored.

After Li Mo finished his business in the herbal medicine business, it was already dark. Candles were lit everywhere in Qingzhen, and smoke was rising from the kitchen.

Regardless of whether it is true or false in the eyes, the fireworks of the mortal world have indeed not been seen for a long time.

Li Mo's mood was slightly touched, but after walking along the Green River for about a hundred meters, he noticed four scholars in the pavilion by the river out of the corner of his eye, and all distracting thoughts disappeared.

The scholar was practicing his calligraphy, making a creepy noise.

"Woooooooo..."

I saw the scholars writing one stroke at a time on the surface of the rice paper. The style of their writing was extremely sharp, revealing an indescribable sword intent.

From the willow tree next to the pavilion, tiny leaves are falling slowly.

If it's just a copybook, that's it.

But the problem is that every scholar has a weird posture with his head raised, and his upper and lower jaws are open at a very exaggerated angle.

They wrote slowly, as if they were holding a heavy weight in their hands.

The death disease on the exposed skin continued to corrode their flesh and blood, and pus dripped down the arms and onto the tip of the brush, turning into ink when writing.

The scholar was in pain and tried desperately to squeeze out a cry from between his teeth.

But their mouths have been sewn shut, and the situation inside the mouths cannot be clearly seen, as if something is about to come out of them.

Completed the one-word post.

The scholars were lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment, and their shrunken bodies had lost at least ten kilograms.

"Why do I feel that animal cultivators are the most normal?"

Li Mo took a breath, why is the sword cultivator's system so evil? Or is it that the paths of the Sword Tongue Sect and the Tianjian Sect are different?

He saw that the method of sealing the scholar's mouth and nose was a special method that could hide the characteristics of the Taoist body and prevent the breath from leaking out.

Before the provincial examination begins, the seal of the scholar should not be broken.

Li Mo expressed deep suspicion that the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator might not teach Taoism until the provincial examination, and Qingcheng would be in chaos by then.

The four subordinate idol disciples recruited by the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator might also be pawns.

"Shangxian..."

"He is an immortal from the Sword Tongue Sect."

"I haven't seen you in a hundred years. We mortals are old and decayed, but the immortal's appearance remains unchanged."

The crowd on the street became restless. Li Mo took a few steps back and saw an old man with a fairy-like attitude walking towards the riverside courtyard with a smile.

The old man's name was "Jackdaw" and he was a foundation-building sword cultivator sent to Qing Town by the Sword Tongue Sect. He was followed by several wealthy businessmen with attentive faces.

The jackdaw is tall, with its limbs in unusual proportions. The exposed wounds reveal a metal structure that is black and oozing with pus.

"Hey, I'll be around for a long time, please remember."

Countless eyes of reverence were cast towards Jackdaw.

Li Mo couldn't help but linger on Jackdaw's face for a few breaths.

The jackdaw's upper and lower jaws have been stretched to the extreme, and a tongue that is more than half a meter long is exposed in the mouth, and the tongue is glowing with a little metallic luster.

"The Tongue Sword is indeed a Tongue Sword."

Li Mo did not stay by the river any longer. He found that as long as the jackdaws were present, the dull minds of the people became more active.

It can be seen that the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator’s attention has always been on the Sword Cultivator.

The entire Qingzhen is like a ridiculous drama, but Jackdaw is immersed in it and seems to be very affected by the actions of the residents.

Li Mo might as well go back to the courtyard and meditate, which can deepen his understanding of the spiritual patterns in disguise.

In the days that followed, he continued the boring business of buying and selling herbs.

In order to prevent the Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivator from attacking him, Li Mo would occasionally go out to Qingzhen, pretending to pick herbs from the wilderness.

The Nascent Soul demon cultivator remained calm while Jackdaw had been preparing for the provincial examination.

The external perception of the scourge of gray disease seemed to have disappeared overnight.

Only Li Mo noticed that when the local examination was approaching, the Tutu Temple suddenly received a large amount of money donated by wealthy businessmen and began to expand its scale.

【Excuse me】