Marry Long Aotian

Nether.

Northern Mercy Sword Sect.

As one of the largest cultivating sects in the northern region, the Relentless Sword Sect has a vast territory, and there are many mortal villages and towns below it that enshrine it and receive its protection.

Wangshui Village is such a village, because it is close to Fangshi at the foot of the Relentless Sword School, and far away from the turmoil of the outside world, life is peaceful and leisurely.

Every morning, the young daughter-in-law in the village would go up the mountain to collect firewood, and let the men in the family chop it up and dry it in the sun to maintain the family.There are also some half-grown girls and boys, carrying baskets on their backs, chattering about cutting pigweed.

Whenever this time, the mountains and forests will be very lively.

But recently it has become even more lively.

"Look, look, it's coming again."

"You are so handsome, with thin skin and tender flesh."

After seeing the people coming up from the foot of the mountain, the young wives couldn't help laughing and shoving. You looked at me and I looked at you, with a bit of ridicule in their eyes.The other boys were also a little agitated. They ran away for some reason, but they were reluctant to run too far, so they stuck their heads out from behind the tree in a daze.

The courageous daughter-in-law shouted, "Brother Mo, are you out to collect firewood?"

Mo Yang, who was looking at the road with a basket on his back, looked up, his face was still a little dazed, but his eyes were already focused on the person who called him.

This blunt reaction would look a little dull to others, but the young man is really too beautiful, his flesh and blood are smooth, his lips and cheeks are plump, his eyes are like two pools of condensed pool water, cold and clear, with deep pupils , but it is amber, reminiscent of the evening sun reflected in the pond water.

It is so beautiful that it makes people feel uneasy.

Such a fairy-like figure suddenly came to the village a month ago, causing quite a commotion.

At the beginning, many people thought that Mo Yang had a different appearance, that he was refined by a male fox in the mountains.But it was later discovered that this is not a cunning and beautiful fox, but a foolish lamb!

The daughter-in-law who called him waved to him, then smiled and fought with the others.

But Mo Yang had a slight social fear and was not familiar with these people, so he responded and squatted down to collect firewood.

There are many branches falling from the forest every day. Others pick up thick and dry firewood, and tie them back so that they can be burned for a longer time.What Mo Yang picked up were all thin, and he slowly broke them into small pieces and put them into his back basket.

So others tied up a lot and prepared to go down the mountain, and he just picked up half of the back basket.

"We're going back first, little brother Mo. The sun will get bigger in a while, and you should be careful about heatstroke. Let's go back quickly." A young daughter-in-law reminded him, and then called friends and companions, ready to go home to work and make lunch.

They don't come every day, they come to pick up firewood for six or seven days.

The daughters-in-law chatted while going down the mountain: "Look at what he picked up, is it enough to cook a meal?"

Someone laughed and said: "That's why you come here every day. I see that you have been walking up the mountain frequently recently."

"What nonsense!"

"Okay, let's not talk about it, I don't know which girl will Brother Mo get cheaper in the end?"

"I don't think so. He, he can't even cut firewood. He's confused. He doesn't even have a family business. Which lady would like to marry? It's better to live with the Orion in Beishan. I saw that Orion give him a gift last time." Where's the meat!"

"really?"

Several people hurriedly inquired.

……

And Mo Yang, who was chatted by them, continued to pick up for a while, and saw that the sun had indeed risen, and the skin rubbed by the sackcloth and sweat began to itch and hurt, so he carried half a basket of firewood and went home.

Next time he should come earlier, Mo Yang thought, but he couldn't get up.

Want to stay in bed.

I want to go home even more.

This home is not the thatched hut he lives in now, but the home on earth in his previous life. He takes what he wants to eat in the refrigerator and what he wants to drink.

Instead of the current situation, if he wanted to cook porridge, he had to start by collecting firewood.

Mo Yang looked at his hand that was strangled red by the branches, and couldn't help blowing.After a while, the thatched cottage arrived.

When he came to this world, he had nothing, and the thatched cottage was lent to him by a kind family named Chen in the village, so as to avoid Mo Chao from sleeping in the wild.

However, the thatched hut has been in disrepair for a long time, and it can only barely shelter from the wind and rain, and there is nothing inside.

Before, Mo Yang cleaned it up for a whole day before sweeping it clean, and then according to Aunt Chen's instructions, he hugged dry grass and matted it on the ground, and then covered him with the quilt that Auntie Chen lent him, so he had a warm sleep at night. .

Mo Yang pushed the door open and went in, seeing the scene of a house surrounded by bare walls, he pursed his lips.

He came to the stove, stuffed the firewood he had just picked up, and then rubbed the flint to ignite it. It took a long time for the stove to finally emit green smoke.

Because of sweating, Mo Yang's cheeks were a little red, and his whole body felt uncomfortable.

He struggled for a while between boiling the bath water and cooking lunch, but he chose lunch.

The pottery pot for boiling water was also lent to him by Mrs. Chen, and it conducts heat very slowly. After putting down the last bit of brown rice, Mo Yang stayed by the side, blowing the last bit of wind in the midsummer morning, and prepared to eat the first meal of the day. .

Mo Yang is a time traveler.

In his previous life, he was a salted fish in college, playing a fairy-tale online game called "Nine Heavens" every day.

But these days, everything can become a master, and the server can also become a master. One day, when Mo Yang was staying up late in the morning to play games, he was struck in the head by the thunder of the server, and died on the spot.

As a result, he became the host of this broken server, and escaped to this different world with his soul engulfed by it.

The "Nine Heavens" server also gave itself a new name, called System 996, which means continuous struggle.

According to 996, they came to the world in a book - this book is a group portrait battle text at a certain point, full of bugs, especially suitable for 996's development.

As long as they fight together and steal the protagonist's chance and fate, they will be able to ascend to immortality and be completely free.

Conversely, if Mo Yang does not practice immortality, the system will not be able to receive energy supplements. When his energy is exhausted, they will be detected and wiped out by the Dao of Heaven, and they will be packaged over.

Mo Yang was forced to board a pirate ship, but soon felt the dangers of society.

At that time they had just come to this world, because they were outsiders, Heavenly Dao quickly gathered Jieyun above their heads.

In desperation, the system had no choice but to stuff Mo Yang's soul into the fresh corpse that could be found recently, so that they could escape the catastrophe.

The corpse was also a boy, about 16 years old, of unknown origin, and was bitten to death by a poisonous snake.When Mo Yang woke up in this body, he thought he was of the right gender, at a good age, and not missing an arm or a leg, so he was lucky.

But soon, 996 told him a bad news - this body has no spiritual roots.

……

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Spirit root is the foundation of cultivation.

Immortals and mortals are different. Without spiritual roots, one cannot cultivate.However, 996 has insufficient energy and is already in a super power-saving state. It does not turn on the phone every day, and only talks to him for 3 minutes at night, so it is impossible to change his body.

Mo Yang was already thinking about what kind of flowers to plant on his grave.

Just tomatoes, tomatoes are delicious.

Mo Chao took a branch and drew on the ground, drawing a weeping cat head.After a while, the porridge was ready. He cheered up and drank a bowl of brown rice porridge.

After eating the porridge, Mo Yang took another nap, planning to dig wild vegetables in the afternoon and cook a pot of wild vegetable soup to fill his stomach in the evening.

There are not many edible wild vegetables in midsummer, but there is a dandelion growing on the back hillside, which can be eaten after washing and cooking.

Mo Yang was pulling weeds on the dandelion slope, and because of the sun exposure, he was panting slightly, and his lips were also bright red.Moreover, the eyes are naturally aqua-colored, and when illuminated by the gorgeous skylight, they appear even more compellingly beautiful.

The face of this strange boy is gradually changing into the face of Mo Yang in his previous life.

He has been like this since he was a child. Although it is not enough for people to misidentify his gender, other people will think of the description "beauty" when they see it.

Mo Yang was already used to this appearance, although many people would stare at him, but he had never suffered much since he was a child, when other children swept the floor when he was young, he could just sit quietly and bask in the sun.

That's why Mo Yang's saltiness has been brewed since he was a child. When he arrived at university, he was already the king of salted fish. The tail of salted fish is three meters long and has a strong salty fragrance.

Occasionally, his parents would show worried expressions when they saw him, but Mo Yang didn't know what they were worried about.

He lived happily every day.

One afternoon, Mo Yang finally picked enough for the night, and when he was about to go back, he found a man on the hillside with dogtail grass in his mouth, squatting on a rock and staring at him.

A mouthful of yellow teeth, described as wretched.

Mo Yang felt strange and wanted to avoid it, but he didn't expect that person to chase after him.

"Brother Mo, hey, how about picking vegetables?"

Mo Yang nodded.

"My name is Wu Er. I'm from the east entrance of the village. What's delicious about this wild thing? Come to my house and I'll treat you to chicken." Wu Er hurried up to grab Mo Yang's hand.

Mo Chao was caught off guard by his hand, felt Wu Er's sticky touch on his palm, and finally understood what he wanted to do.

Mo Yang: "What do you see over there?"

Wu Er subconsciously looked in the direction he indicated, but in the next moment, a basket was covered above his head, and Bo Gongying's pole scattered him all over, and then he was pushed down the hillside by Mo Yang forcefully, and rolled several times, oh oh oh cried out.

Mo Yang didn't even look at it, he turned around and ran away.

He had observed just now, there were no rocks on the slope, and there were baskets covering it, no one would die if they rolled down.Moreover, such a hooligan has bullied many girls with this trick, Mo Yang felt that he should be taught a lesson.

After walking a long distance, I could still hear Wu Er's yelling and cursing. Mo Yang put his hands in his pockets and walked briskly.

But after returning, his happiness disappeared.

He picked the dandelions all afternoon and sprinkled them in the basket, so he could only go hungry tonight.

It was getting late, Mo Yang was afraid of wolves outside, so he didn't dare to go out again, so he huddled in the straw pile and sighed quietly.

Stomach growled again, Mo Yang boiled mutton in his mind, and sprinkled a handful of sesame seeds.

The last time he ate meat was more than a month ago when he just crossed over. Because he was wandering in the mountains and forests, he was found by the Orion. The Orion kindly rescued him back, fearing that he would starve to death, and sent him some rice and meat. .

In the morning he had boiled the last bit of rice.

Now he really wants to get rich, and he really wants to eat skewers.

Just when Mo Yang thought about it more and more and became hungry, and was about to be unbearable, a short electronic ringtone rang out of nowhere, and 996, which had not been turned on for most of the day, finally went online:

"Ding—good morning, it's...Zila...at 8:10 Beijing time, 996 is here for you...Zila...service..."

Even though it got stuck on the sound change, it still dutifully finished saying hello.

But Mo Yang wanted to cry even more. I haven't seen him for a few days, and 996 called even more. Now it's night, but it calls early.

But its next sentence made Mo Yang stunned on the spot:

"Zizi... The main character has been detected to fluctuate..."