Be a Salted Fish In the Harem Text

Of the three major sects in Kyushu, Tianyan Sect ranks first.

There are two halls and four peaks in the Tianyan Sect. Among them, the Supreme Hall is where the elders live, and the Tianyan Hall is the head of the sect. Ordinary people don't need to think about it. The rest of the four peaks...whether they were disciples from the inner sect or the outer sect, all sharpened their heads and tried to squeeze in. If you can become the personal heir of a certain Taoist monarch, then the future road will be smooth sailing.

After the big competition, Meng Yan succeeded in building a foundation in the arena, and the person who accepted him as his apprentice was one of the four peaks, Master Xue Daojun, the master of Linchuan Fengfeng. As for the "Mu Sheng" recorded in the book, it was dragged in by Meng Yan and became Linchuan Peak's little junior sister who didn't deserve the name.

Mu Sheng frowned and recalled the plot in the book, while the two senior sisters stared at her unmovingly, and the meaning of "Junior Sister Mu is bewitched" in their eyes was even more obvious.

"Junior Sister Mu, half a month ago you told us that you wanted to win the top three!" Luo Changhuai complained.

Mu Sheng stroked his forehead and sighed lightly. If you can't convince the two senior sisters, I'm afraid it will be endless. After thinking for a while, she said seriously: "The way of the sword has failed me, I will abandon the sword." Before Wen Xixue and Luo Changhuai could react, she said again, "I have been swinging the sword for ten years, not only did I not condense the sword I am not good at practicing swords, and I can’t find a way out in the way of swords, so I might as well turn around.” She also pointed to Lingtian outside the door, “Look, this Lingdao responded to me so quickly, which shows that this is my way."

Seeing that the two senior sisters were stunned, with a tendency to be bluffed, Mu Sheng continued to say: "You also know that the energy channel I opened is only low-grade, and the road is basically hopeless. If you find a road that suits you, you may still be able to do it." Get away."

Wen Xixue and Luo Changhuai nodded, their faces still a bit tangled. It seems that there is no way to replace the little junior sister who loves swords into obsessions with the "rice farmers" who are now rolling up their trouser legs and sleeves in Lingtian. They are outer disciples, they have a lot of chores on their bodies, they can't stay at the foot of the mountain for a long time, they gave Mu Sheng thousands of instructions, and finally reluctantly bid farewell and left.

When the figures of the two senior sisters disappeared, Mu Sheng heaved a sigh of relief and collapsed on the chair. She glanced at Lingtian, what about practicing swords and chasing the way, what about **** brothers, whoever wants to go, she just wants to be carefree at the foot of this mountain and save her life. After lying on the chair for a while, she got up again and walked towards the Lingtian.

The spiritual energy on the mountain is dense and the green plants are like waves, while the spiritual fields below the mountain are bare, which is really ugly to look at. Mu Sheng thought about decorating, but just poured out the spirit stones and counted them, and his joyful heart cooled down.

Although the eight spiritual fields at the foot of the mountain were allocated to her, except for the initial spiritual rice seeds that were given by the deacon, the rest of the things she wanted to plant could only be bought by herself. Like Meng Yan, her parents are long gone. As an outer disciple, she doesn't have the cultivation resources like the inner disciple, so if she wants Lingshi, she can only earn it by herself. All the spirit stones she earned were used to cultivate spirit swords, but now that they are poured out, there are not even a few hundred.

Mu Sheng slowly put away the spirit stone, she walked back and forth around the hut, and finally set her eyes on the lush green bamboo in the corner. When she first moved here, there was nothing, maybe when she was taking care of the spiritual field, the spiritual rain spontaneously fell on it. Now the eight spiritual fields are full of spiritual rice, and it is not easy to move around before the harvest, and the only thing that can be tidied up is this small courtyard.

She has been busy cleaning up for seven days, and the small yard has undergone earth-shaking changes, and it looks brand new. White walls and black tiles, green vines climbing, flower shelves on both sides, cute and small green leaves swaying in the wind, revealing pink flowers hidden under the leaves from time to time.

There was a breeze and a bright moon, but the weather was unlucky, Mu Sheng hadn't waited for the first full moon, and it started to rain lightly at night.

These days may be due to being too tired from work. She sleeps very well after nightfall, and she has no such annoying and unspeakable dreams.

What was evil or not was gradually forgotten by Mu Sheng, after all, she had never seen such a scene in the book that revealed her fate, but at this moment she obviously forgot, she did not follow the book. If the plot in the movie goes, the rest of the things will inevitably deviate from the original track.

The lamp flame illuminating the wall is as thin as a thread, and the sound of falling tiles is getting more and more urgent. In the second half of the night, the rain became heavier, and the thunderbolt that exploded in mid-air awakened Mu Sheng from her dream. She squinted her eyes and looked out. Countless majestic purple-red electric lights tore through the sky, like spider webs spread all over, illuminating half of the sky. The huge momentum seemed to annihilate the world, and the strong spiritual energy fluctuations could be vaguely felt.

Is this someone crossing the lightning calamity? who? So brave to survive the catastrophe in the wild? Is this not afraid of being struck to death by lightning? Mu Sheng's thoughts diverged for a while, and she closed the window until there was no gap. She lay back on the couch and turned around, her eyelids drooping, and she covered her ears. When the cultivator reached the Nascent Soul Realm, the catastrophe turned into a thunder catastrophe. With such a great momentum, it was estimated that he was still above the Yuanying True Monarch. What did this have to do with her, a little monk who didn't even build a foundation?

The thunderstorm lasted until the early morning, and the torrential rain had stopped, but the roads on all sides were muddy from the rain.

When Mu Sheng got up, he didn't pay attention to the eight spiritual fields, but carefully inspected his small courtyard. After all, it is an ordinary plant. After being hit by the rain, the ground is full of fallen leaves and withered red. Mu Sheng frowned, pinched his sword and poured spiritual power into the haggard green plant, and he was relieved to see it become vigorous again.

She pinched her sleeves to wipe off her sweat, and only opened twenty qi channels, and the spiritual energy stored in her body was less than that of others, so she didn't care about the spiritual rice outside after giving birth to the yard. Mu Sheng didn't care too much, she was secretly thinking about whether to set up a spirit gathering array in the small courtyard, but she didn't know how many days a single spirit stone could last.

Mu Sheng took a breath, and was about to go back to the house to lie down, when he suddenly heard rustling noises from the side of the kitchen. It is said to be a kitchen, but it is actually a utility room, where everything that is useful and useless is piled up there. A few days ago, Mu Sheng cleaned up some useless things, and the whole room was bright and clean.

Mu Sheng held her breath, and she opened her pulse. What she learned was the basic sword technique "Guiyuan Sword Art" in the sect, but she can't control the sword with Qi, but she is better than ordinary people who don't practice immortality. At this time, when she heard the rustling noise, she immediately became nervous, went back to the house, picked up a piano, and carefully leaned towards the kitchen.

In fact, there was one thing that she lied to the two senior sisters, even the people in the sect didn't know about it. After she was slashed by many sword intents, a sword species had condensed in the sea of ​​consciousness, but so what? Firstly, she doesn't know how to use it, and secondly, she doesn't want to use it anymore. After abandoning the sword, she cut paulownia wood to make a qin with the word "Wuhe" inscribed on it. This will be her future weapon.

Mu Sheng approached the kitchen on tiptoe, and glanced into it quietly. In his field of vision, there was a mass of mixed black and white shadows. It was a monster, whose race could not be identified. Mu Sheng became even more nervous, not even daring to take a breath. The black and white shadow was keenly aware, and suddenly looked towards the door. Mu Sheng was stunned for a moment when he saw its appearance clearly, and the monster ran over while crawling, hugging Mu Sheng's leg and making a "beep" sound.

With black limbs and white body, black round ears and signature dark circles, it looks like a soft sesame glutinous rice ball.

Isn't this the national treasure Gun Gun in the world she was in before? !

Mu Sheng quickly regained consciousness amidst the pitiful cry of "嘤嘤", she stretched out her hand and picked up the little dumpling that didn't reach her knees, and remembered its name in Kyushu, "Iron Eater". This is a powerful and rare type among the monster race, how could it appear here? Xiaotuanzi didn't struggle when she picked it up, but kept making a low humming sound, and Mu Sheng frowned as he looked at it. The hair was a little dirty, stained with blood from nowhere, besides, there were rice husks and rice grains—

Thinking of rice grains, Mu Sheng shuddered, and hurriedly looked into the kitchen. The huge bag of Lingmi had been torn, and two-thirds of the Lingmi inside had been eaten. Rice's evidence! Mu Sheng let out a cold sigh from her nose, and she reached out and put the little iron beast on the ground. And the little guy also knew that he had made a mistake, he hugged his limbs and rolled over, looking at Mu Sheng from time to time, as if he wanted to please her.

Mu Sheng packed up the few Lingmi with a blank expression, and cleaned up the messy kitchen. After finishing her work, she stared at the iron-eater sitting obediently, found a big bucket and threw it whole into it. The splashing water fell into the bucket, and the little iron-eating beast was a little anxious. Its sharp claws clawed at the edge, leaving deep scratches. Mu Sheng ignored its struggle, and after washing it, he lifted it to the door.

Mu Sheng said, "Where did it come from, and where did it go back?" Leaving aside the question of whether it can be raised or not, this is the cub of an iron-eating beast, what if its elder finds it here? I may not be able to find asylum as an outer disciple, so I might as well send the troublesome spirit away early.

"Huh?" The little iron-eating beast seemed to sense Mu Sheng's mood, and instead of leaving, it turned around and grabbed Mu Sheng's leg, its cry became softer and pitiful. It stretched out its paws and pointed to the direction of the thunderstorm last night, and tears quickly filled its eyes.

Mu Sheng quickly thought of the terrifying thunder tribulation, she frowned and said, "Your mother was going through the tribulation last night?"

The little iron beast nodded indiscriminately.

If it is true, then this is a small iron-eating beast. If it is thrown out and lost care, it may not live long. After thinking for a while, she reached out and picked up the iron-eating beast, muttered: "Trouble." Then she turned and went into the house.