Misty World: Become an Immortal Level Refiner at the Start

Chapter 398 Strong Smell of Blood

Chapter 398 Strong Smell of Blood

At the gate of the courtyard, after the crowd dispersed, only the yamen runners and the young man were left.

The young man looked at the structure of the courtyard.

For some reason, he had a feeling that this house should be reserved for himself.

Shaking his head, the young man felt puzzled.

What’s going on? Why do I have such a strange idea?

"Come on, sir. I'll continue taking you to see houses." said the bailiff.

at the same time.

In the yard, Yaya noticed Mo Fan's gaze and her eyes fell on the young man.

Without Mo Fan's reminder, Yaya immediately knew that the young man in front of her was the so-called destined man.

"No need. The yard next to this one seems to be vacant."

"This place is pretty good. How much is the yard next to it?" The young man refused the bailiff and pointed to the yard next to him.

"The environment here is very nice, I like it here." The young man smiled again.

Mo Fan brought out a pot of tea from the room, placed the cups on the stone table under the tree, and brewed the tea.

"Good taste."

"So we'll be neighbors from now on?" Mo Fan said with a smile.

Seeing the invitation, the young man did not refuse. Instead, he handed a bag of silver and stones to the yamen runner and asked him to go and handle the formalities.

"Brother, you are so elegant. This is your wife, right?"

"Brother, your life is really enviable."

The young man sat down with a smile on his face.

At this time, Yaya narrowed her beautiful eyes and looked at this so-called destined person.

Before this, the people she met as destined ones were all young children.

This was the first time she had seen someone of her age, so she couldn't help but feel curious.

"You saw it just now. This place is not peaceful. Why do you still want to settle here?" Mo Fan said after taking a sip of tea.

In fact, everyone who is destined to be a god has his or her own extraordinary qualities.

Mo Fan knew exactly what this young man was capable of.

However, these words can help Yaya better understand what destiny is.

The young man did not directly answer Mo Fan’s question, but introduced himself first: “I have not asked your name yet.”

"I am just a scholar, my name is Wu Cheng. Don't be offended by my name, brother. Although I am called Wu Cheng, I don't know any martial arts."

"Mo Fan."

"As for my wife..."

"Ya Ya."

"What a good name. Mo Fan, Mo Fan, don't be ordinary."

"Brother, this name really makes me think deeply."

“Let’s not joke about it. You said you don’t know how to use martial arts, but I see that you have a noble demeanor. How could you not know how to use martial arts?” Mo Fan said.

"Besides, if you really don't understand, I'm afraid that the messy scene before would make you avoid it. How can you still settle here?"

Mo Fan said bluntly.

Seeing Mo Fan say this, Wu Cheng smiled and said, "Brother Mo Fan, you seem to be extraordinary as well."

"You saw through it."

"But I'm telling the truth. I really don't understand the power of force."

"But even though I don't understand martial arts, as a scholar, I vaguely see another different path of martial arts, that is the path of literature."

Having said that, Wu Cheng took a deep breath.

In fact, he has shared this philosophy with many people, even his mentor.

However, those people’s reaction is always that maybe they have read too much and their brains have become stupid.

Literary?

What truth can literature convey?

Martial arts can strengthen the body and even move mountains and fill the sea.

What else can one do with reading and writing besides managing a dynasty?

Wen Dao is just a fantastic idea.

"Wen Dao?" Yaya on the side showed a strange look.

There is actually another benefit to living in an apartment.

That is, one has a particularly deep understanding of Tao.

As Yaya exclaimed, Wu Cheng looked over, with a smile mixed with a hint of bitterness: "Madam, do you think Wen Dao is also a whimsical idea?"

"A wild idea? No." Yaya said.

"It's just that I didn't expect..."

Before she finished her words, Mo Fan understood what Yaya was thinking.

I just didn't expect that in this small Luanshan Mountain.

There is such an unfamiliar text.

Mo Fan took over Yaya's words: "She just didn't expect that now that the cultivation method is flourishing, you have embarked on a different path."

"what?"

Mo Fan’s words surprised Wu Cheng.

After all, when Mo Fan spoke, he did not have the strange look on his face that his mentor and others had before.

instead……

Still curious about Wen Dao?

"Brother Mo Fan, don't you think Wen Dao is very fanciful?" Wu Cheng said.

Mo Fan shook his head.

“All the ways in the world can be taught.”

"What is the difference."

"But, Wen Dao, you have to fight through this alone."

"Can all the ways in the world be taught?"

Mo Fan's words shocked Wu Cheng slightly.

As a man of literature and virtue, he could understand the grandeur of this sentence.

"Brother Mo Fan, what you said..."

"Oh my god, Brother Mo Fan, aren't you also practicing literature?" Wu Cheng said in shock.

He has seen many people who practice cultivation.

These people can be said to be very powerful, but their understanding of the Tao is very limited.

All they know is to constantly absorb the power of the mountains and then arm themselves.

And at this moment, Mo Fan.

She actually said something that made him feel refreshed.

Looking at the shocked Wu Cheng, Mo Fan smiled.

Yaya, who was standing by, also covered her face and teased: "Wen Dao, how is that possible?"

"We haven't practiced anything, so we are just ordinary people."

"Madam, please don't lie to me. How could you two be mortals?"

"Although I haven't yet entered the realm of literature, my perception is still good. Although you two don't have the tingling sensation that is unique to those practitioners, I seem to see the world through you two."

“It was an extremely magnificent and vast world that seemed to be able to accommodate everything.”

"With this feeling, how can you two be mortals?"

Wu Cheng took a sip of tea and continued, "Mortal."

"Seven emotions and six desires surround us. As long as we are close to them, we will feel irritated."

"Constantly irritable and complaining, this is what mortals are like."

"And you two, the feeling of being speechless and alone is too heavy."

Yaya said: "No desires? Then you are wrong..."

"In fact, we are not without desires."

"I have something to ask for."

Yaya glanced at Mo Fan.

Yes, they have something to ask for. Not only Yaya, but Mo Fan also has something to ask for.

Seeing Yaya say this, Wu Cheng smiled. Since the other party was unwilling to admit it, it would be better for him to just know everything.

Turning around, Wu Cheng looked at the tree beside him.

“Come to think of it, don’t you two find this tree a little strange?” Wu Cheng said.

"What's so strange about that?"

Yaya also looked at the trees.

At the same time, Mo Fan’s words appeared in his mind.

This tree can be cut down today and replaced with the peach tree you want to plant.

Wu Cheng's eyes moved, and he said, "A tree is a tree, but..."

"This tree is an extraordinary tree. It can actually give me a tingling sensation."

"And, besides that, under this tree..."

"There's a strong smell of blood."