Mo Chao continued to live in Wuming Peak like this.
Three months passed in a blink of an eye.
Except for Wu Yu who visits him once a month, there is no living creature on the Wuming Peak who can talk to him, and his nominal master, the Immortal Venerable, has never come down.
Life on the mountain was very bitter, Mo Yang had never experienced such hardship.
He was sweeping snow every day, and his ten fingers had swollen into radishes, both because of being frozen and being beaten with a broom. After suffering enough, he finally formed a biological clock at mao shi and was able to get up on time.
But it took him a whole day to sweep up and down the more than 2,000 meters of stairs. It was already dusk after the sweep, and he was so tired that he almost fell apart. He took a Qingchen Pill to remove the dust on his body, then fell into bed groggily, and slept until the next day. morning.
Then I got up and saw a thick snowy road again.
No matter how clean he swept the day before, the snow on the stone steps would pile up to his calves the next day, and he would never finish sweeping.
There was nothing to eat on the Wuming Peak, only Bigu Dan. At first, Mo Chao was so greedy that he would taste the snow. After finding it a bit sweet, he would use wooden bowls to hold the snow after sweeping the floor every evening. Use the quilt to warm some snow water and drink it.
At this time, when the evening sun falls on Xuefeng, Xuefeng will be shrouded in snow fog and become blurred and blood red. Mo Yang was lying on the window looking outside, always feeling that something would appear in the snow and mist.
But nothing happened until the sun went down completely.
Sometimes Mo Chao would go to bed late, cheer up, light the oil lamp, and write letters carefully on the wooden table.
There is nothing on Wuming Peak except daily necessities, not even letters. However, there is paper and pen, which have been here for a long time. I don’t know how many years I haven’t used them, but I can still write.
Mo Chao used this to write a letter to Yan Lingyun. He wrote more than forty pages. His handwriting was terrible, and his handwriting was missing arms and legs. After reading it, he thought it was ugly.
But writing was already difficult, so Mo Yang didn't rewrite it, but stacked it neatly.
In the fourth month, when Wu Yu came to visit him and deliver supplies, Mo Chao begged him to send a letter for him.
Mo Yang didn't need to sweep snow this day, so he had already made preparations.
He looked at Wu Yu anxiously, afraid that he would refuse, but Wu Yu did not refuse, but said with a smile: "Junior brother, do you know how far it is from Dongzhou?"
Mo Chao shook his head.
Wu Yu: "Even for a Mahayana monk, it would take a day to tear apart space and travel. If it were to be replaced by an ordinary spirit boat, it might take more than ten years."
Mo Chao was stunned, clutching the letter, and didn't speak for a long time.
Wu Yu added: "However, junior brother can go to seek help from the Immortal Lord in the future. For the Lord, going to Dongzhou is just a thought."
But Mo Yang didn't know when he would see the Immortal Venerable. The Immortal Venerable said he was his master, but it was like a fake, he had never seen him before. Even if he saw it, would he deliver the letter for him?
Xianzun even sealed his 996, and he has nothing left.
Mo Chao's sad expression was so obvious that Wu Yu could even see it.
Wu Yu: "Junior brother, to cultivate immortality, you must first meditate. If the mind is not calm, inner demons will gradually arise, so how can we talk about the great road? Your Majesty asked you to clear the snow, just to clear away distracting thoughts."
After sending Wu Yu away, Mo Chao was left alone in a daze.
In the evening, he still couldn't help but write a letter as usual, but this time, tears fell on the letter paper, blurring a piece of writing.
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Dongzhou.
Zixiao Immortal Sect.
The March deadline has expired, and all entrance examinations have ended.
The number of talents in this assessment was extremely exciting, the most in thousands of years, and the person who defeated Qin Kai in the third round and won the championship by a hair, turned out to be a nobody!
For a time, countless people remembered the name Yan Lingyun, and in the Yunhua Palace, this son even caused several elders from the main peak to compete for it, making all the Zixiao Immortal Sect disciples look excited.
In the end, Yan Lingyun was accepted by Xumi Peak, the main peak of Zixiao Xianzong, and merged into Fenghua Building, and became the chief of the new disciples.
Xumi Peak is not a mountain peak, but a mountain range with top-level spiritual veins entrenched at the bottom. The conditions are quite competitive among the twenty-four main peaks. The person who accepted Yan Lingyun was Geng Rui, the supreme elder of Xumi Peak. He was a swordsman in the Mahayana period. He was the same deputy sect master and was the master of the Fa Pavilion. He had a good personal relationship with the sect master and had a high status in the sect.
There are countless people who want to join his sect, but Geng Rui has always been resolute and demanding, and he never accepts disciples except for occasionally teaching the disciples of his clan.
This time it was rare for him to ask for it, and since his disciple was willing, the sect leader could only act like a man.
Geng Rui liked this new disciple very much and was about to take him to a retreat to preach.
Yan Lingyun declined politely. The court master was very dignified and needed three days to resolve the secular affairs.
Geng Rui understood him: "It's for the Taoist companion you mentioned before. As long as he complies with the rules of the Immortal Sect and is neither a demon cultivator nor an ordinary person, you can take him to live in Xumi Peak."
Yan Lingyun: "Thank you, Master."
"What are you doing, Mr. Xie?" Geng Rui waved his sleeves indifferently, "You can win the first place on your own, so go ahead."
After Yan Lingyun said goodbye, he used his sword to go to the nearest teleportation array within the sect and teleport directly out of the sect.
Ye Qiushui also followed him. She also missed Mo Chao. Now that she has also worshiped the main peak, her future is bright, and she no longer has the depression of being in the Mercy Sword Sect.
I just feel that the sky is high and far away, and I wish I could travel to the five continents.
Thinking of the hardships along the way, Ye Qiushui thought that when they received Mo Jing, they would have a good time drinking and drinking for three days and three nights.
Yan Lingyun was more eager than she was. She just wanted to return to the inn immediately, bring Mo Chao to the Immortal Sect, and hold him to see Zixiao with tenderness and intimacy.
Thinking of her wedding three months ago, Yan Lingyun felt her heart burning hot.
After saying that he was rude, he went to the teleportation formation first with Ye Qiushui to leave the sect, but when he returned to the inn, what he saw was not the fresh and lively young Taoist monk.
But a letter covered in dust.
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When Ye Qiushui came to the inn one step later, what he saw was Yan Lingyun's back standing alone at the table.
As the sun was setting, Zixiao City was still noisy and noisy. This time the immortal sect's list of recruited disciples came out, and many casual cultivators came to watch the excitement. Boiling human voices came into the room, making it even more silent in the room.
Ye Qiushui felt bad when he didn't see Mo Chao.
"Senior brother..."
"He's gone." Yan Lingyun said calmly.
Ye Qiushui saw the letter in his hand, and Yan Lingyun didn't stop it, so she read it with a single glance.
The content of the letter made Ye Qiu Shui's pupils shrink. Mo Chao was actually a mortal?
The strangeness he showed along the way made her have no doubt that he was a monk. If he was not a monk, how could he get such a heaven-defying opportunity. It can avoid the Nascent Soul to detect the map, can summon things out of thin air, and there are all kinds of unreasonable spells.
But he is indeed, and he is still gone.
Ye Qiushui subconsciously looked at Yan Lingyun.
"He wants a magic weapon, and I will give him a magic weapon." Yan Lingyun rubbed the letter paper.
It's not that he doesn't eat fireworks in the world. Mo Yang wrote clearly the cause and effect in the letter paper, and he already understood.
Yan Lingyun doesn't like power because it has become a stumbling block for him, but if those respected positions can help him practice and become a means to achieve his goals, he doesn't mind holding on to them.
The Mercy Sword Sect is too small and the Zixiao Immortal Sect is too big.
He needs spirit stones, magic weapons, accumulation of a lot of resources, and people to always pay attention to Mo Chao's traces. Mo Chao can travel, but he must know where he is and whether there is any danger.
How could he bear to scold him harshly.
Although the blood and tear stains on the letter paper had dried, they made the letter paper crumpled. Yan Lingyun brushed it with his fingers, and his expression was blurred for a moment.
Fuxiangqiu, what happened.
Yan Lingyun collected the letter, turned around and went downstairs.
He gave the owner of the inn a lot of spirit stones, so that he had information, and immediately sent a message to Zixiao Xianzong.
The owner of the inn smiled happily, but when he saw Yan Lingyun's expression, he flinched with a smile.
What a powerful force.
Yan Lingyun returned to the clan with his sword and rushed straight to the outer gate to find the person in charge of Fuxiangqiu's recruitment.
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After months of clearing snow in the cold wind, Mo Chao finally developed a fever.
He lay in bed drowsily, but when the o'clock came, he woke up on time, thinking about sweeping the floor.
When Mo Chao was a child, he saw Sun Wukong, and it took many years for Monkey to row a boat. This impressed Patriarch Bodhi and taught him a skill. So Mo Chao knew from an early age that Master didn't like lazy disciples.
He vaguely thought of getting up, but before he could get up, the broom held him down.
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Mo Chao remembered this emoticon inexplicably and blinked his eyes under the quilt, his cheeks turning red from the heat.
The broom stood upright on the quilt, like a person standing.
It would have been better if his broom hadn't hit Mo Chao's chin.
Mo Chao was obedient and didn't move. He just licked his lips because he was thirsty.
Then he saw the broom jump up and down, lift up his wooden bowl, fall on the snow, cover the bowl with snow, and then with a very skillful pry from the tail, lift off the wooden bowl and put it on top again. on the broom handle.
The bowl filled with snow was placed next to Mo Chao's bed, and it quickly warmed up. Mo Chao touched the wooden bowl with his face and felt that it was cool and comfortable.
After holding it for a while, he started to drink it in small sips.
The broom opened the cabinet again and gave him a bottle of Qi Nourishing Pill.
Mo Chao rarely eats this because Wu Yu said that he can't eat more of it now. If he eats too much, he will explode and die.
Mo Chao had no one to guide him, so he couldn't figure out how much it was, so he didn't dare to eat it.
But now let him eat the broom.
Mo Chao poured one pill out, mixed it with snow water and drank it.
The broom nodded with satisfaction and pressed him back again, preventing him from getting up.
Mo Chao covered the quilt up to his chin, indicating that he would not get up and sleep well.
The broom no longer pressed against his chin, but jumped out of bed again and jumped to the door. He looked around and found a suitable place to stick it to serve as a door coffin. The door blown open by the snow is firmly closed, like a heroic and silent guardian angel.
Mo Chao suddenly felt that Broomstick was pretty and handsome.
My body doesn't feel so uncomfortable anymore.
Mo Chi's head was dizzy from the fever, and he soon couldn't hold it any longer. Listening to the increasingly louder sound of wind and snow outside, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.