Fairy Citrus

Under the shade of trees, wisps of sunlight hit the slightly damp land.

Mo Fang sat on the boulder under the tree, with his hands on his knees, watching a group of children practicing wooden swords contentedly.

The figures of the children, accompanied by the voice of "Drink! Drink! Ha! Drink!", loomed among the shadows of the trees.

"Ah Huai, relax your hands."

"Ah Zhong, don't move too fast."

"Agu, pay attention to the right side."

Undoubtedly, Mo Mian was teaching these children how to practice knives.

There are two people in this village who teach children martial arts.Mo Mian was one of them, and the other lived not far away and specialized in swordsmanship.

In the world of sword and sword cultivation, the two martial arts of sword and sword are respected.

As we all know, saber techniques and sword techniques each have their own unique features.

The sword has a majestic and fierce breath, and the sword has an agile and elegant shape.And because of the special earth energy in this world, these two spiritual breaths cannot be owned by one person.

That is to say, a martial artist cannot practice swords and swords at the same time, otherwise, if he practices to a certain level, he will lose his internal breath, lose his mind, and even lose his life.Therefore, those who wield swords and those who use swords have not studied together since the enlightenment stage.

But this does not mean that those who practice these two martial arts are hostile to each other.On the contrary, swordsman and swordsman are often excellent partners.According to legend, the world of Sword and Sword Cultivation itself was jointly created by the two gods, Sword Immortal Ancestor and Sword Immortal Venerable.Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the two men fought together with swords and cut through the wilderness, so that all things were born and multiplied endlessly.

"Brother Mo!"

The excitement in the little apprentice's voice made Mo Fang realize something.

He looked up and saw that the little disciples of the master of swordsmanship in the east had already finished school at this time, and they were bouncing towards this side.

Mo Man nodded, and said to the girls and boys who couldn't wait to play, "We'll be here first too."

He let them leave, and then did not move, and continued to sit in a more comfortable position.

The two groups of children gathered together, chattering, playing and playing, and walking towards home at a very slow speed.

"One day, I will break through the sixth level of martial arts!"

"I want to break through the Eighth Realm! Enter the Immortal Realm and create a fairy space!"

"Space of Immortals? You are dreaming!"

The fairy space mentioned by the children is a symbol of breaking through the realm of martial arts, and it means the accompanying space with fairy spirit created by high-level practitioners.

Generally speaking, the higher the person's cultivation level, the greater the space for the immortals born.Those at the sixth level of martial arts can transform into a fairy space the size of a peanut shell.And until breaking through the eighth level of martial arts, the cultivator can create a space larger than a jewelry box.The largest immortal space in the records is the size of a courtyard, and larger ones only exist in legends.

However, no matter what kind of fairy space, it is a bit far away for this group of children.

Historically, there were only two or three people in Brother Town who broke through the sixth stage of martial arts.They are all enshrined in the ancestral hall and worshiped as the glory of the village.For ordinary villagers, such a character is out of reach.

"I'm talented! My relatives say so!"

A group of children bragged about their cowhide and started arguing.

After arguing and arguing, they began to gesture.

"I can create a fairy space right now! See this pear—hey! Ha! The pear is gone!"

"It's really gone!"

"He's a liar! That thing is clearly in his sleeve, I just saw it! This guy not only can't create a fairy space, he can't even do tricks!"

"I'm not lying! I just can!"

Mo Fang tilted his head and looked at the group of noisy children.The little liar who played bad tricks ran forward for fear of being "searched" by his companions.The pear in his sleeve was exposed a little bit, when he suddenly bumped into the oncoming person, it fell out completely, and he fell on his back.

Mo Fang smiled, not because he witnessed the child's stupid behavior, but because he saw the person opposite the child.

That person is He Chengqi.

He Chengqi picked up the pears, pulled up the fallen child, patted the dirt on the latter, and returned the fruit to him.

"Cultivation is not an easy task. You need to be more cautious in the process of practicing to transform into a fairy space." He Chengqi said to the child.

"En... ah, oh!" The child looked up at him, then nodded.

He Chengqi seemed to have magical powers, he said something to the child that was neither a criticism nor a compliment, and the child immediately seemed to wake up, realized, didn't want to run away, stopped bragging, and obediently returned to his companion. between.

When the other children saw He Chengqi and heard what He Chengqi said, they stopped making noise and didn't pursue it.

When He Chengqi walked up to Mo Fang, they were already far away.

He Chengqi stretched out his hand, Mo Fang naturally held his hand and got up.

"You might as well guess, am I here for a drink today, or do I want to 'take it by force'?" He Chengqi asked.

"You want it all." Mo Fang said.

Then, Mo Fang pointed to the stone table in the courtyard and said, "It's a pity that there are none."

On the stone table, there is no wine, but many fresh oranges are piled up.They were bought by Mo Fang at the market this morning.Because he was busy teaching the children, Mo Fang put them there directly.

"But I can let you try something new."

After sitting down at the table, Mo Fang raised his arms slightly, and saw a lot of herb ingredients and cooking tools pulled out of his room and landed firmly on the vacant seat.

Mo Fang started to process the fruit.

His tool for handling fruit is also a knife.

But it is not a knife that existed in the first place, but a small knife made of ice that Mo Fang condensed the clean water around him.

The knife is crystal clear, emitting a soft white air under the sun. When cutting the ingredients, the knife body turns into ice foam little by little, and mixes with the fruit and vanilla juice to form a soft appearance intertwined with light citrus and milk.

A large plate of snow-like ice products was poured into the cup, looking extremely soft and smooth, and smelling very fragrant.

Mo Fang handed the strange thing to He Chengqi.