From the end of the world to the ancient times

Luo Yunchu took out a palm-sized flying boat from the space. This was one of the flying magic weapons left to her by her master.

Luo Yunchu placed the flying boat on the ground and chanted some incantations. The flying boat quickly grew larger, becoming ten feet long and three feet wide.

The flying boat is streamlined, with a faint spiritual light shining on the hull, and a lifelike phoenix with wings spread is carved on the bow. The stern is inlaid with spiritual stones, providing a continuous source of power for the flying boat.

The Luo family and Mo Beichen and his group stared at this awesome flying treasure with their pupils trembling in amazement.

The secret guards looked at their master with admiration, looking at how powerful their master is, single for more than 20 years, but he was able to chase after such a powerful woman like the female master. Master, we all support you to marry into the Luo family, holding Miss Luo's thigh is the most important, we are all willing to give as a dowry, hahahaha.

Mo Beichen: “…”

Luo Yunchu jumped up first, followed by Qingyu and Qingxuan, then Luo's father and the others, and finally Mo Beichen and the ninety-eight secret guards followed up.

As soon as they got on board, everyone was curious and touched here and there. At this time, Luo Yunchu brought Mo Beichen to the stern and briefly introduced to him how to use the flying boat.

"Look here, this is the formation disk that controls the direction of flight. By injecting spiritual power, you can control the direction of the flying boat." Luo Yunchu explained, pointing at the formation disk.

Mo Beichen nodded to show that he understood.

"And here, these spirit stones provide energy. When the energy in the spirit stones is exhausted, we need to replace them with new ones." Luo Yunchu pointed to the spirit stones and said.

Mo Beichen nodded again. He listened carefully to Luo Yunchu's explanation and kept every detail in mind.

"That's about it, you can try it." Luo Yunchu encouraged with a smile.

Mo Beichen took a deep breath, placed his hand on the array disk, and slowly injected spiritual power into it. The flying boat began to vibrate slightly and gradually rose into the air.

Mo Beichen successfully controlled the flying boat to fly in the air, and a sense of accomplishment surged in his heart.

Luo Yunchu watched Mo Beichen skillfully operate the flying boat and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Well done, Brother Chen." Luo Yunchu praised.

Mo Beichen smiled, turned to look at Luo Yunchu, his eyes full of affection, "Thank you, Chu'er."

The two smiled at each other, and the atmosphere became sweet and warm.

At this time, the secret guards Mo Yi and Mo Er were all itching to learn how to fly a flying boat when they saw their masters. They also wanted to learn... But they were embarrassed to disturb their two masters. Their masters were old and no one wanted them. It was not easy for such a good girl to like him, so they couldn't disturb them.

If Mo Beichen knew what the secret guards were thinking, he would definitely say, "I... am old, no one wants me... I thank you for treating me so badly, haha, it seems that you are getting cocky and itching for trouble."

At this time, Luo Yunchu saw them looking at him eagerly and said with a smile: "Mo Yi, Mo Er, come here." Then Mo Yi and Mo Er, as the two captains of the dark guards, came over first to learn how to operate. The other dark guards looked at them with envy.

Luo Yunchu said at this time: "Once you have established your foundation, you can fly with the sword. I have a jade slip for refining weapons, but refining weapons requires fire spirit roots and gold spirit roots."

Mo Er immediately said: "Madam, I only have gold spiritual roots, can I practice it?"

Luo Yunchu added: "You can find a brother with fire spiritual roots to assist you, but this fire also has requirements. If you can get some strange fire or something, the spiritual tools and magic weapons you refine will be more powerful and of a higher level. It's too early to tell you this now."

After that, Luo Yunchu took out an ancient yellowed refining manual and handed it to Mo Erdao: "This is a refining manual, which contains an introduction to the basic knowledge of refining, such as the materials, tools, steps, etc.

It also describes in detail various weapon refining techniques and skills, as well as how to use spiritual power or other forces to control the refining process. In addition, there are some tips on practicing various spiritual weapons. You can take it back and study it first."

Mo Er held it in his arms as if he had found a treasure, and said gratefully, "Thank you, mistress." The secret guards were very discerning, and would call her "girl" in public, but "mistress" in private. After all, the mistress had not yet married the master, and calling her that in public would affect her reputation.

Luo Yunchu said again: "Oh, by the way, there is a furnace here, you can try it first, you can practice with ordinary tools first."

Mo Er nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and then everyone spent the time practicing in the flying boat and thinking about refining equipment.

Back in Qinghe Village, the day after Luo Yunchu left, the villagers discovered that the villa was gone, suddenly disappeared, and many beautiful and precious flowers were left on the vacant land overnight.

There was a note on it, saying that if they had any difficulties, they could sell the flowers. The villagers shed tears. Their gods and immortals had left behind so many beautiful and precious flowers. The immortals left behind these treasures for them.

Looking at the houses made of vines, although simple but very sturdy, the things inside were deliberately kept and not taken away, including brand new bedding, soft quilts, cabinets and so on, the villagers all moved in voluntarily.

These are the houses and supplies left for them by the immortals, and every family cherishes them very much.

It is said that Luo Yunchu and his companions arrived near the capital city at night. Because they did not want to alarm the people inside, they all got off the flying boat.

Mo Beichen left Mo Yi and Mo Er behind, and the rest of the secret guards split up and sneaked back to the Prince's Mansion first. Luo Yunchu took out one or two carriages from the space, and the one pulling the carriages was Zhui Yun.

Mo Yixin said: "No wonder Zhuiyun listens to the mistress so much, it seems he has eaten a lot of good things."

As soon as Zhuiyun saw Luo Yunchu, he rubbed against her to please her and grinned. Then Luo Yunchu fed him spiritual fruits one after another, and Zhuiyun kept wagging his tail. He looked so flattering that it was unbearable to watch.

Mo Yi was jealous. Taking advantage of the fact that the horse didn't understand him, he deliberately said, "Look at you, you're so fat that you don't even look like a horse. Will it be hard for you to find a wife in the future? Can't you find a mare? You're too ugly!"

Then Zhuiyun gave him a direct "he tui", looked down on it with his horse's eyes, and neighed several times.

"This Zhuiyun despises me. This broken horse actually despises me. That cry must be scolding me."

Luo Yunchu kindly helped it translate, "Mo Yi. Zhuiyun can understand what you say. It is already a spiritual horse. It has practiced earlier than you."

"Madam, what did this stupid horse scold me for?" Mo Yi asked anxiously.

"Do you really want to know?" "Yes, I want to see what ivory can come out of its mouth."

"It said you were an idiot, and that it was handsome and the dream horse of all mares. Countless mares wanted to give birth to foals for it, but it didn't care. Unlike you, a single dog who talks too much, you deserve to be unwanted!"

The people around laughed, and Mo Yi's face turned pale and blue. He said angrily, "That's better than you. You can only neigh like a horse, but I can speak human language. Can you?"

Zhuiyun was furious and kept neighing at Luo Yunchu. Luo Yunchu had no choice but to feed it a spiritual pill.

Zhuiyun said something very venomous, "Mo Yi, who are you talking about? You are looking down on me. Your Master Ma is much better than you. You are like a chatterbox old lady at the village entrance."

The others looked at the horse in amazement as he spoke human language. "Why are you all looking at me? If you keep looking at me, I'm still a baby you won't get."

Everyone... This horse is so talkative that I want to slap it in the face, a dramatic horse.