Marry Long Aotian

After apprenticeship, Mo Yangxi got a sea view room.

This sea is still the sea of ​​clouds.

There were many vacant houses on Xunxian Temple, and Mo Yang lived in a small courtyard, not far from the main hall, on a high terrain, also located on the edge of the cliff of Xunxian Peak, the scenery is extremely magnificent.

There are three rooms in the small courtyard. The entrance is a small garden, planted with many exotic flowers and grasses, and a small pond. There is a colorful fish in the pond. When Mo Yang arrived, it was opening its mouth to eat petals. It saw someone Come, also not afraid at all, leisurely wagging his tail.

Next to it was a black turtle the size of a palm, lying on a rock basking in the sun, also ignoring Mo Yang.

"Hello," Mo Chao greeted politely, "Old Yu, Old Turtle."

Generally, the small animals in this kind of treasure land are big brothers, and it is always right to have a good relationship.

The black turtle stretched out its neck, observed Mo Yang with its two small eyes, and spat out a black seed on the stone.

Mo Yang put the black seed in the palm of his hand very face-saving: "Is this a seed?"

The black turtle nodded slowly.

This time, Mo Chao suddenly heard a voice transmission from the Immortal Venerable: "This is the Wishing Turtle. It has a lifespan of 80 years. It devours countless rare treasures and stores them in its shell. You can make a wish to him every day, and if he If you are pleasing to the eye, a treasure will be randomly spit out."

Mo Yang was taken aback, and asked softly, "Master, are you there?"

"En." Wang Chan said lightly.

Mo Yang was a little guilty, not quite used to the feeling of being stared at by the head teacher 24 hours a day.

But his attention was quickly diverted by the wishing turtle. After writing about the turtle, Mo Chao happily collected the seeds, decided to find a flower pot to plant, and then came to shake a handful every day.

Delicate blue round stones are paved on the snow, winding all the way from the courtyard gate to the main hall in the middle.

A beautiful glazed lamp was hung in front of the house, when Mo Yang touched it, a barrier was triggered, covering the entire courtyard, blocking all the wind and snow outside.

Touch it again, and the barrier will be retracted.

so amazing.

Mo Yang poked him a few more times before leaving contentedly.

The main room is neither too big nor too small, just suitable for Mo Yang to live alone.The front hall can be used for banquets, and behind the screen is a small tea hall, with simple and natural layout, sitting by the window, with a framed view of the snow peak and sea of ​​clouds, on the cliff.

An old pine grows from the cliff, and the top of the tree rises out of the window, which is lush and green. There is also a little squirrel holding a pine nut and dangling on the branch.

Hearing the sound, the little squirrel quickly ran away.

The room on the left is a quiet room, furnished with futons, desks, and many cabinets, and the cabinets are full of jade slips, which can be read after Mo Yang has cultivated himself.

The room on the right is the bedroom. There is simply a large carved wooden bed, a bamboo mat on the floor, light curtains, and good lighting. The whole room is flooded by the snowy sun.

Go down the steps and lift up the bamboo curtain. The bathroom in the cubicle is a small indoor hot spring, which is steaming all year round. You can see the slope from the window next to it, and there are layers of peach blossom forests planted on it. You can soak and lie down at the same time. At the window, drink tea and enjoy.

Broom followed to the new home and was promoted to housekeeper.

This is where Mo Yang will live in the future, he no longer needs to wander like before, coming in the wind and going in the rain, he always feels like a passerby.

So Mo Yang sat happily all afternoon.

One month before reshaping the spiritual root, Mo Yang didn't need to sweep the snow anymore, but he had to take a medicinal bath.

Reshaping the spiritual root is not an easy and pleasant thing, on the contrary, the process will be very painful. If you can't bear it and stay awake, all your previous efforts will be in vain.

After a year of exercise, Mo Yang's body has become much healthier, but his potential still needs to be stimulated by the power of medicine.

The daily medicated bath is carried out in the indoor Lingquan.

All kinds of spirit grass and fairy medicine have been ground in advance, and the broom will bring back a large bunch every day.Wang Chan did not prepare it himself, but asked Mo Yang to do it himself, memorize the prescription, and sprinkle it according to the amount.

Mo Chao remembered very seriously, although the first deployment was slow, there was no mistake.

Immediately felt a sense of accomplishment.

He soaked in the pool in his underwear and soon got soaked. Mo Yang sank his legs under the water and sat quietly in the corner.

For the first half an hour, Mo Yang felt very comfortable and his whole body was warm, but the further he got to the back, the hotter his body felt, as if something had crept in between the cracks in his bones, which made him both scared and sensitive.

Mo Yang couldn't help trembling and let out a soft hum.

His body was getting hotter and hotter, hot to the point of scalding, the water temperature in Xuefeng, which seemed very warm, gradually became unbearable for him, Mo Yang wanted to climb out of the pool, but was knocked back by a force.

At this time, he knew that Xianzun's spiritual consciousness had been paying attention to this place.

He flinched back.

……

In the last quarter of an hour, Mo Chao was like a small fish, rolling around in the pool, the steam was steaming, his skin and cheeks were reddened, his arms were resting on the edge of the pool, trembling slightly, and making noises.

His whole body was itchy and painful, and Mo Yang felt that what he was soaking in was not the potion, but a thousand small fishes. The little fishes were all kissing him, and flicked his tails collectively after the kisses, and some of them were sharp-mouthed. Biting open his flesh, drilling into his bones.

Finally, the torture-like medicinal bath was over, and Mo Yang soaked for two full hours on the first day.

As time went by, the medicine package became more and more complicated. After the middle of the month, the broom brought back a bottle of green liquid, dripping down, and Mo Chao didn't feel anything, but the flower carp in the small garden wagged its tail restlessly.

It was also the beginning of the day, and when Mo Yang ended, he basically passed out in the pool.

At this time, the force in the air would lift him up, cast a spell to remove the water droplets, and put him on the bed.

So every time Mo Yang woke up, he was neat and tidy.

Sleep well too.

Although it was uncomfortable to soak in the medicated bath, after taking the bath, I felt as light as a swallow and felt refreshed.Mo Yang's movements were always a little clumsy and heavy before, but now, this body seems to have lost the last sluggishness. He has never felt his breathing, heartbeat, and the opening and closing of his heart so clearly.

The days are not far away from reshaping the spiritual roots.

Mo Yang was ready, but on the eve of remodeling, he asked Master to lift the ban on 996.

Wang Chan did as he wished.

After Mo Yang returned to the room, he called 996 softly: "996, 996?"

Although the ban on 996 was lifted, it seemed as if it had suffered a major blow. It only kept dripping and the current was disordered.

Mo Chao: "Tong'er, if you don't want to be bound with me, you can escape now, take your energy away, and find a new owner."

He knew that it was an accident that 996 chose him as the host. They escaped to this world together, and after going through the most difficult time, the system no longer needed him.

If Mo Yang dies, it can escape at any time and parasitize another person.

After 996, he still stayed with him, most likely because he stayed with Yan Lingyun, which was more hopeful.

But now, the Immortal Venerable wants to completely turn it into his magic weapon. Although the consciousness can still be preserved, if Mo Yang dies, it will be torn into pieces by the rules.

Mo Yang has always understood, but he often forgets these facts, and only remembers that 996 was very kind to him and accompanied him through difficulties.

It's still the essence of his favorite game.

The whistling electricity stopped, and Mo Yang waited quietly without speaking.

Finally, at a certain moment, an electronic voice sounded in Mo Yang's mind: "Zi Zi... 996 will only have the player Mo Yang as a host... Facts cannot be changed Zi Zi..."

Mo Yang: "You can change it if you want."

"Don't change Zizi..."

These words brightened Mo Yang's mood instantly: "Good!"

996: "Zizi."

Mo Chao thought for a while and added: "I will start to practice soon, and you can eat as many spirit stones as you want."

996 just ordered a good day, and the magic sound fills the ears, which is its ultimate aesthetic.

So Mo Yang spent his last night as a mortal happily.In the middle of the night, he fell into a deep sleep, not noticing that the light cluster of 996 had turned bright red, and a sentence was stuck in a weak current sound:

[Zizi... The world line changes... The protagonist's calculation failed... Unable to accurately locate... Re-introduce the character Wang Chan... Zizi...]

The next day is the day to reshape the spiritual roots.

As soon as Maoshi arrived, as soon as Mo Wei opened his eyes, he heard a sound transmission.

He hurriedly got up to wash up, changed his clothes, packed everything, and went to the small yard.

Before the light of day came out, there was already a person standing in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, his back to Mo Yang.

His graying hair was casually tied in half with a wooden hairpin, his Taoist robe fell to the ground, and he was covered with a smoky gray veil, tall and majestic.

It is Xianzun.

Mo Chao greeted obediently: "Master, good morning."

"En." Wang Chan's voice was not as ethereal as before, like a fairy who had fallen to the ground, with a trace of human vitality.

The fact is indeed the case, this is not Wang Chan's main body, but a clone.

But Mo Hao didn't know, he just felt that Master was a little easy to talk about today, and the tension in his heart relaxed a little bit.

But only a little bit.

Wang Chan flicked his sleeves, and Mo Yang's eyes blurred. When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer in the garden of the other courtyard, but came to the top of a high mountain.

I don't know how high this mountain is, but there is no sea of ​​clouds on the edge, but a golden orange light rushing, the wind whistling, the light and shadow changing, everything is dazzling and warm, really like a fairyland.

And in front of them, there is a pool of Linghu that almost covers the entire mountaintop. It is as blue as a fairy stone bracelet on the wrist of a fairy. It is moist and clear, and it is as beautiful as water.

In the center of Linghu Lake, there is a cyan lotus in full bloom, with mighty spiritual power surging, inheriting the essence of heaven and earth.

"After reshaping the spiritual root, you will practice here, and you will not be allowed to return to the peak until you build a foundation."

Wang Chan raised his hand and flicked his sleeves, and Mo Yang was carried by the wind to the center of the lake, his clothes were completely stripped off, and his body was exposed between the sky and the earth.

Wang Chan looked at him with iron-gray eyes, and naturally saw everything, but everything was like snow in his eyes, not to mention a young and fresh body, human beings are no different from other living beings.

He conjured up the five-element treasures that he had already prepared, which were clear water and lotus heart, wood flower and profound frost, phaseless Buddha bone, star sand and earth, and inexhaustible fire, which belonged to water, wood, gold, earth and fire.Although not comparable to the five essences, they complement each other, and the combination is by no means inferior to the five essences.

Mo Cai is his disciple, so he naturally wants to inherit his mantle.

The perfection of the five spirits is orthodox.