fox repair

Mo Chen always thought that the chances of human cultivators having spiritual roots or demonic roots were about the same, so the number of demonic cultivators and immortal cultivators in the world was about the same, and they could play Mortal Kombat once in a while.Who knew after reading this jade slip that people who are born with demonic roots are rare, and it is difficult to produce one in tens of thousands of years. Once born, they will be demon kings who can overturn the world, far from those ordinary demonic cultivators. Compare.According to legend, the head of the extreme sect was born with no talent for cultivating Taoism. He forcibly planted magic roots in his body because of taking the magic cultivation grass, and unified the Kyushu magic way in ten years.The magic root produced by taking the nurturing magic grass is a fake magic root, which already has such power, not to mention the innate real magic root.

So, what is this man trying to do?

Mo Chen scratched his scalp, wondering if the man was seriously ill, or he had been stimulated by something before.She is born with a demonic root that others envy and cannot envy, but she insists on embarrassing herself, running to cultivate some kind of immortality, and she can really do it.

"Why do you want to cultivate immortals instead of demons?" This was the first time Mo Chen asked a man.

The man looked at him with helpless eyes, saying it was helpless, but in fact this was Mo Chen's beautification of himself. It should be said that the man looked at him with an idiot's eyes, as if to say, do you still need to ask this question? ?

Yes, do you still need to ask?Those who cultivate the Tao have a dream of becoming a fairy.What is becoming a demon, isn't it to become a monster?There is a folk word called Daguai, but I have never heard of anyone who wants to fight immortals.

Once you become a fairy, you can ride the clouds and ride the fog, and you will be full of fairy spirit. Wherever you go, you will kneel down and worship, enjoying the offerings of the world.As a demon, as soon as he went out, he heard howls all over the mountains and valleys—thunder, rain, and man-eating monsters were coming.It's quite boring to think about it this way.

So Mo Chen didn't ask any more questions, and dragged the man to double practice in the pillow space after eating and drinking.

In fact, most of the time, their dual cultivation is very serious and pure. The two of them meditate facing each other, introduce the aura of space into their bodies, and then open the channels of each other's meridians, so that the aura can complete a large cycle in the two bodies. Benefiting from one another, one yin and one yang complement each other in the kung fu, and the cultivation base naturally improves by leaps and bounds.

Reading more books can help you think. This is what the man told him. Mo Chen felt that after reading a lot recently, it is really easy to think about things, and there are a lot of problems in his head. For example, at this moment, he suddenly reacted to something thing.

Since a man only has magic roots, that is, he can only absorb magic energy, then how did he double cultivate with himself in the space of the mandarin duck pillow?There is not even a trace of magic energy there.Every time the two of them practice together, Mo Chen can feel the strong spiritual power from the man flowing into his body in a steady stream, helping him to correct the spiritual energy that has entered a fork in the body, and warming the demon pill to temper his muscles and bones.If he can't absorb spiritual power from the outside world, isn't it just a matter of internal friction for a man to do so?

Mo Chen couldn't help being suspicious, thinking that this man must be fooling him, could it be that he lied about having magic roots just to make himself look cool?Otherwise it doesn't make sense at all.

So Mo Chen asked the man: "What is the attribute of your spiritual root?"

This is also the way of speaking that Mo Chen learned from books. If you want to find out something, don't ask directly, but make a detour and ask deeper questions.For example, if you want to know if the other party has a good friend, you can ask your good friend if he likes to eat chicken meat, and the other party may be unprepared and say something wrong.

The man opened his eyes, "Didn't I say that I don't have spiritual roots, only demon roots."

He didn't get hit!

Mo Chen pretended to be puzzled and said "Hey", "But there is no magic energy in this spiritual space, how do you cultivate?"

"My cultivation base is in the late stage of Golden Core, and now I have hit a bottleneck, and I still can't break through. No matter how much magic energy I absorb, I can't transform it into spiritual power. Why don't I stay here with you and warm up your demon core."

It means that he didn't want to use double cultivation to improve himself at all, but he was willing to be a training partner for him?

Is it worth it?

Mo Chen curled his lips, "Don't you feel bad?"

The man lowered his eyes and pinched the fox's white paw in his palm, as if he was really weighing it up: "Well, it seems to be a bit of a loss."

Mo Chen couldn't hear it, he drew back his paw, and said sourly: "So for you, this is a waste of time."

The man nodded, "Well, it seems like a waste of time."

So who begged you to be selfless and compromise here?Mo Chen snorted and was about to kick the man and leave, but he was grabbed by his ankle and dragged down on the bed.

"What are you doing, go away!" Mo Chen kicked his legs back and forth.

The man took advantage of the opportunity to separate his legs and put them around his waist.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"I lost money, so I want to get it back."

Mo Chen: "..."

Mo Chen felt that today's man was not serious from the very beginning, with hands and feet, and a seductive look in his eyes, but why is he always the one who is oppressed?So he forgot all his cultivation and skills, turned over with all his strength, rushed over, and rode on the man.

The man's low-pitched smile was like a lingering stream, brushing past Mo Chen's heart, warm and gentle.

"Look, so you're not at a loss. How can you say it's a waste of time when you have such a beautiful young master to warm your bed?" Mo Chen said proudly.

"Well, that's why I want to waste my life." The man said.

Mo Chen blushed.

Then it was taken advantage of.

"Then, if you had to choose between me and Chengxian, what would you choose?" The fox who had been sneaked in began to use the magic of entanglement.

"Can you only choose one?"

"You can only choose one."

"Immortal."

Mo Chen: "..."

"If you become a fairy, you can waste time on you forever."

oops.Why are you so talkative.Mo Chen covered his face.

Everyone said that the sweet words on the bed were untrustworthy, but Mo Chen's heart was still beating wildly, and his face was even redder than before.

Because the jade bed was too small, and the two of them put in too much effort, they inadvertently bumped into Mo Chen's storage bag restraint, a burst of sunlight flickered, and a pile of jade slips fell down with a crackle.

"what are these?"

Mo Chen frantically put the jade slip back into the storage bag, "It's nothing, it's the storybook and erotic pictures left by the cat monsters and the others. It's inconvenient to carry them on the road, so let me help keep them."

Borrowed a lot of jade slips from the old man, Mo Chen kept this matter from the man, just to study secretly where he can't see, and scare him to death when he becomes more knowledgeable later.

Fortunately, the man just took a look and didn't ask any further questions. After Mo Chen put away Yu Jian, he dragged him to the bed and continued to finish the unfinished business.

A few days later, Mo Chen read all the jade slips, went to the old man's bookstore to return the jade slips, and wanted to borrow some new ones to read.

Holding the storage bag and counting in front of the old man: "One piece, five yuan, 12 yuan..." Oh, why is one piece missing?

Mo Chen blinked at the old man.

The old man stared at him, as if if he dared to say that he had lost his precious book collection, he would jump up and peck at the pair of fox tricks with his beak.

"Let me go back and look for it, it may have fallen under my bed!"

Mo Chenfeng ran away, thinking that he might have left the jade slips in the space that night, but he couldn't enter the space without a man, so he had to wait for the man to come back from the Jinyu Tower, and then hurriedly pulled him in, and searched all over the hut. In every corner, the lost jade slips were still not found.

First he beat him up, and then he lost his treasured jade slips, no matter how thick-skinned Mo Chen was, this time he was really embarrassed to go to that weird old man's bookstore again, and he walked around for more than a month.But after a long time, he also forgot about this matter, but calmed down, and made a lot of progress in his cultivation.

In the evening of this day, the strange old man in the bookstore sat in the sun in the chair with his eyes closed and leaning on a cane as he did every day.

Suddenly, the front was covered by a shadow.

"You're here." The old man opened his eyes with a calm expression, but he was not surprised by the visitor.

"Return it to you. Thank you very much." The visitor stretched out his hand, holding a piece of jade slip in his white and slender palm.

"I've already found the formation map you asked me to pay attention to. It came out of the palace." The old man took back the jade slip. A month ago, a fox felt guilty because of this jade slip.

The other party wanted to leave, but upon hearing what the old man said, he took out a storage bag full of magic beads and handed it to him, "Thanks for your hard work."

The strange old man took out a black jade slip from his storage bag and handed it to the visitor. The visitor poked into his consciousness and looked at it, frowning slightly.

"This formation is a bit more complete than it was three months ago, but unfortunately, it is still far from a complete formation." The old man said.

The visitor looked dignified and was about to leave when the old man stopped him and pushed the storage bag full of magic beads back to him.

"No charge this time." The old man said, staring at the visitor with a pair of sharp old eyes. "As long as you can answer me a question."

The visitor smiled, and pushed the magic beads back, "Sorry, I'm afraid I can't answer."

"I recognize that magic circle!"

The old man stopped drinking, making the visitor stop, stood up tremblingly and limped to the visitor, his eyes were full of pain from memories, "I remember this magic circle... Buzhou Mountain... the magic circle of the master of Tianji sect .” The old man was trembling, as if he had been tortured deeply into his soul by some kind of pain.

"I can't understand what you are talking about."

"Although I didn't see the whole picture at the beginning, I can be sure that many runes of this broken formation are similar to the magic formation of the extreme sect master that day." The old man closed his eyes, his mind full of nightmares.

"You should get some rest."

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm just a guy who's interested in the law."

"No, what is the relationship between you and the master of Tianji sect? How could such a coincidence be possible? You are a person with magic roots, and the master of the extreme sect was also a person with magic roots that day..."

The visitor turned around and looked at the old man, "So you think I'm the master of that day's extreme sect?"

The old man froze for a moment, then shook his head slowly, "No, how could the head of the extreme sect be like you that day. If he could live to this day, he would have already become the leader of the devil world, why bother to be like you..."

"Senior, what would you do if the master of the extreme sect was still alive that day?" the visitor asked, but his eyes were lightly looking out of the window.

"What can I do? Of course I can't wait for him to die! Without him, how could the Yaozu be defeated? How could His Majesty Zui Qingfeng die? How could my Lord Yuhua of the Feather Clan be murdered by that villainous Jinwu?!" Thinking Those brothers who fought side by side with him all those years ago died of injustice, the old man's eyes were red, as if he wished he could immediately pounce on Tian Ji sect master and tear him apart.

The moment the old man roared out of control, the visitor flicked his sleeves and put a silencing spell on the entire bookshop to prevent people outside from hearing the old man's voice.

Venting out the emotions that had been suppressed for many years, the old man also realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, as if he had exhausted all his strength and fell back to the grand master's chair.It seems that people have protected themselves, and they can't help being grateful.

"Kill the master of Tianji Sect, so what?" After a long silence, the visitor said, "Dead people cannot be resurrected, and the undead who died in vain cannot return. There are very few survivors from the old Yuhua Department back then. After escaping from birth, remember to be cautious in your words and deeds in the future, if someone finds out your identity, you may lose your life for nothing."

"How can I be reconciled to thinking that the evil devil may still be at large!"

"Everything has a cause and effect. That day, the master of the extreme sect will get the punishment he deserves. But if there is something wrong with the senior, wouldn't there be one less person who mourns the dead in this world?"

The old man let out a long sigh, and felt that he would go to extremes after all if he escaped from reality and slept in hatred.He glanced at the jade slip that was returned, and thought of the brat who always came to make him angry, and said to the man: "If possible, let that fox come and sit often, and he can also accompany me, an old man." say something."

The visitor smiled and nodded in agreement.

Before leaving the door, the old man said another sentence without beginning and end: "Why don't you let him know?"

The visitor's answer was also incomprehensible, "Why bother to let him know?"

"How great would it be if the head of the extreme sect had your mind and insight back then?"

The visitor smiled without saying a word, and a faint figure from his back gradually drifted away in the narrow alley.

The old man shook his head and sighed, it's a pity, it's a pity, he opened the jade slip that was returned, and found the chapter about people cultivating the magic root, and his eyes fell on a sentence: The person with the magic root forcibly tempers the spirit with immortal skills Body, Yuanshou is no more than forty, cultivation is no more than Jindan, and it will suffer from bone-shattering pain, day and night without rest, until death.