fox repair

It's hard to sleep soundly, dreaming into a dream.

Mo Chen felt like there were two weights hanging on his eyelids, and he couldn't open them no matter what.

He slept very sweetly this time, every bone in his body was soft and addictive, as if soaked in old wine, he just wanted to be intoxicated.

With a dream groan in great enjoyment, Mo Chen stretched his arms and kicked his legs, ready to turn over on his nine-foot long and wide [-]-year-old white jade bed, but he just moved to the side twice when his body suddenly fell into the air, and his whole body was gnawed face down. on the ground.

Mo Chen: "..."

"Ouch! Puppy!" The door opened with a creak, and there was a shout of fuss.

Mo Chen felt that there must be something wrong with his ears... What the hell is that puppy!

"Puppy! You finally woke up! You scared me to death, I've been asleep for three days and three nights!" A force pulled Mo Chen's arm and lifted him from the ground, and slipped back onto the bed easily.

The moment Mo Chen came to grab his arm, a gloomy look flashed between his brows, his body reacted before his brain, his right hand gathered Qi and closed his palm, and slammed down on the opponent's Tianling Gai!

However, the expected brain burst did not happen.

The palm that should have transformed into a fierce and monster aura did not give birth to a trace of strangeness.

His hand, his hand that had been stained with so much blood, was limply grasped by a mortal peasant woman.

Mo Chen was shocked, and immediately flipped his palms to make a formula!But the palm still didn't change.He felt bad, subconsciously touched his lower abdomen, and suddenly his eyes widened in fright!

The dantian was actually empty!

His cultivation!The nine foxes in the body are really angry!

"Puppy? Puppy?" Seeing that Mo Chen was silent, the visitor barked a few more times.

Mo Chen rolled his eyes, and finally looked seriously at the person in front of him.The shirt made of brown-yellow homemade cloth was tightly bound around the body, revealing a large trembling chest. There were a few patches on the sleeves and hem of the sleeves, and against a dark yellow round face, it looked more shabby and rustic. .Accustomed to seeing all kinds of graceful and coquettish fairies, Mo Chen couldn't digest such a long face.

On the broken table beside the grass bed was a simple wooden cup.Mo Chen reached out and brought the cup to his face, and glanced inside.

The brown liquid of clear soup and little water smelled like medicine, reflecting the face of a strange young man: bland facial features, piled together blandly, dry and black, like a piece of burnt coarse grain bread.

"Are you thirsty?" asked the woman in brown.

Mo Chen put the water glass back to its original place calmly, blinked his eyes twice, and nodded obediently.

"It's okay, it's okay, I can understand the words, and I'm not stupid!" The woman patted her big breasts exaggeratedly, as if her heart had finally returned to her stomach.But he didn't rush to fetch water for Mo Chen, but sat down on the side of the straw bed with his butt tilted, took Mo Chen's shoulders, opened his big mouth and started talking.

"Little dog, listen to what my aunt said. My aunt and your uncle decided to send you to Qingluan Mountain because they had no other choice. The family is so poor that they can't get rid of it. In order to take care of your mother's funeral, I owe you a lot of money. I heard that Luanshan is a very powerful sect. Going there to eat and drink is not better than being poor at home with us? Why do you think you can’t think about it and want to climb the roof to mess around? Fortunately, you have nothing to do now. This is going to be a mess, how can your uncle and I explain to your dead parents?"

Qingluan Mountain...

Hearing this, Mo Chen frowned slightly.

He doesn't know much about the world of human cultivation, but he knows a little about Qingluan Mountain.

Because 500 years ago, not long after his transformation, he happened to stroll around there and flattened their seven demon-suppressing towers.

This Qingluan Mountain is one of the five sects of cultivating immortals in the world of human cultivators, and it recruits inner sect disciples every five years.Mo Chen had some doubts in his heart, he knew that Qingluan Mountain had extremely strict requirements on the disciple's spiritual roots, but he could feel that the child's body didn't have spiritual roots, so how could it be possible for him to get into Qingluan Mountain's eyes?But soon Mo Chen understood again, and glanced at the woman who was still spitting, with a bit of coldness in his eyes.

I'm afraid that the owner of this body was not recruited by Qingluan Mountain to be a disciple, but bought to be a servant.

"Seeing that you are tired too, Auntie won't tell you any more, have a good rest!" The woman dried her mouth, and saw that Mo Chen was listless and didn't make a sound. go out.Until the end, he never thought of getting a glass of water for the injured and thirsty nephew.

As soon as the woman left, Mo Chen's eyes shone slightly, and he immediately sat cross-legged on the straw bed with his eyes closed.He wanted to use his spiritual sense to look inside his body, but after trying several exercises, he couldn't feel a trace of true energy in his body.

Mo Chen's face turned pale.

In the end what happened?Has he been taken away from the majestic Lord Qingqiu Mountain to a mortal boy without any bones of cultivating immortality overnight?Or was he caught in some enchanted magic?Thinking about it carefully, I feel that it is impossible.With his cultivation in the late stage of concentration stage, in this world, who can calm him down so silently?

Mo Chen moved his eyes out of the window. At this time, the sunset was approaching, and the smoke from the farmers' houses on the rice paddies was like a light veil, covering this small village, peaceful and peaceful.He rarely comes to the secular world of human beings, but for some reason, the scene in front of him makes him feel familiar...

Mo Chen slept on his slap-wide broken grass bed for three days. On the fourth morning, he was dragged to the side of the dirt road at the entrance of the village by this fat woman who called herself her aunt.

The woman stretched her neck and looked towards the end of the gray dirt road with an anxious expression on her face. "Why don't you come, why don't you come?" She muttered, wiping the sweat from her forehead with her sleeves, occasionally looking down at Mo Chen, she felt that this little nephew looked fairer than before A lot, and no crying, it seems... not so annoying.

After waiting like this for about half an hour, there was a sudden sound of wheels rolling in the distance.The woman's spirit was shaken, and she stretched her neck longer.At the end of the small dirt road, a khaki-yellow car hood finally emerged, shaking and creaking, and it was close in the blink of an eye, revealing the entire carriage.

"Here we come! We're here!" The woman shouted excitedly, pulled Mo Chen and hurriedly walked towards the khaki-colored carriage.

A thin middle-aged man got out of the carriage, wearing a long gown like a gray Taoist robe, with two mustaches, a scorched complexion and jagged teeth, he looked like a tuberculosis patient, but his eyes were stark and restrained.When he saw the woman coming up to say hello with a flattering face, he didn't show any good looks, but said impatiently: "Hurry up, man."

Obviously we have been waiting for you for a long time!The woman couldn't help but slander, but she still had a smile on her face and didn't dare to show any disrespect.Who in the nearby villages doesn't know the name of this Immortal Wang!Not only can it summon wind and rain, light fire and drive away ghosts, but the pills he prepared can bring people back to life with just a single pill!Such a fairy is not something that a little peasant woman like her can offend.

The woman led Mo Chen to Immortal Wang, with a respectful and courteous face: "Immortal Wang, this is this little baby, my nephew. Don't look at him being thin and small, he is very sensible and able to endure hardships!"

Mo Chen was pushed in front of Immortal Wang by the woman, raised his eyes slightly, and quietly glanced at him.With just one glance, he retracted his gaze and lowered his head to stare at the inch of ground beneath his feet.However, the corner of his mouth hooked slightly imperceptibly.

This is an immortal cultivator, or a low-level cultivator in the Qi refining period.

Wang Xianren originally had a casual expression on his face, but at the moment when he met the dark eyes of the child in front of him, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine!My legs were so weak that I almost knelt down!

"Immortal? Immortal Wang?" The woman saw that Immortal Wang's expression changed slightly, and she looked down at her nephew without saying a word, feeling a little uneasy, for fear that something might go wrong and he would regret it.

Wang Xianren felt the icy numbness on his scalp linger on for a long time, as if struck by lightning, he finally recovered after a while, hurriedly fixed his eyes, and looked Mo Chen carefully from head to toe!

An unremarkable country boy, just an ordinary person without spiritual roots, nothing unusual.What the hell, when he made eye contact with this child just now, he actually felt an unusual coercion, as if his whole body had been seen through from the inside to the outside.This is clearly the feeling only when being watched by senior monks above the golden core stage!

Immortal Wang was puzzled, took out a piece of broken silver from his bosom and threw it to the woman, raised his chin at Mo Chen: "Let's go, get in the car."

The woman took the money with a happy face, and seeing Mo Chen obediently got into the carriage, the stone hanging in her heart finally fell to the ground, and she went home happily with the money she got, but looked at the carriage that was gone forever. Didn't even look at it again.

The wheels rolled slowly and creaked, stirring up smoke and dust on the dirt road.

Wang Xianren, who was driving the car in front, suddenly remembered something, and threatened the child in the car: "Don't think about running, little boy, if you can't run away, you will be whipped if you catch it back."

Mo Chen was sitting in the carriage with his eyes closed, his body swaying slightly with the carriage. Hearing Wang Xianren's words, he opened his eyes, his lips, which were blood-colored due to malnutrition, moved lightly, and actually evoked a smile.That smile swayed away little by little, and swayed into the deep and dark eyes, the more evil the smile became, the more charming the smile became.It's just such a smile that actually made his demeanor look like a different person.

Alas, in the world of cultivating immortals, no matter whether it is a human, a demon, a ghost or a devil, no one has dared to speak to him in such a tone for a long time...

Mo Chen actually had a good impression of this Immortal Wang, because this man proved one thing for him: Just now he was only a boy and a mortal, but he could see through the opponent's cultivation, which meant that he was a demon cultivator in the concentration period. Yuanshen is still there.This removed a lot of the cloud that had been entrenched in Mo Chen's heart for several days.

Although he still doesn't know the reason for the loss of cultivation base, but as long as the true essence is intact, it means that the bottleneck of advancement does not exist. It is not difficult to restore the cultivation base as soon as possible, it just takes some time.

Mo Chen is a pragmatic fox, since what has happened can no longer be changed, instead of racking his brains to figure out why he ended up in a situation where his primordial spirit left his body and lost his cultivation, it is better to focus on something useful , After recovering the self-protection ability, I will slowly investigate the ins and outs of all this.At that time, if he is to find out who is doing the tricks, he will definitely not be able to survive, nor will he be able to die.

As soon as he thinks of catching the traitors and extracting their souls, and hearing their horrifying screams, Mo Chen's eyes light up with excitement, and even the corners of his lips deepen a bit: Hehe, you little bastards who don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, I am waiting for this deity to love you.