Mysterious World Tour

The boat hasn't started yet. The little princess said that the boat will set sail in the evening.

The two played Cuju for a while, and their tired little faces were red and full of sweat. They sat on the ground with their backs against each other. They didn't mind each other's sweat. They looked up at the sun that was about to set in the sky.

The yellow-red afterglow covered the sky, and the clouds were like waves, forming a spectacular scene of fire clouds.

"Little Muyu, where is the Cuju?" After a while, the little princess suddenly spoke from behind Tan Mo.

"I don't know. I kicked it to you in the end, but you didn't catch it. Maybe it flew away by itself." Tan Mo answered casually. At this moment, he was a little distracted when looking at the fire clouds in the sky.

This natural beauty is really extraordinary. In his two lives, this is the first time he has felt this beauty.

"How can it fly away? Look, it's right there, Muyu, go pick it up." The little princess hummed, and then gently poked Tan Mo's back with her elbow, signaling him to pick it up.

Tan Mo was indifferent.

So the little princess poked again.

Tan Mo stretched out his hand, raised his hand and gently grabbed the Cuju that had already run away, and it slowly floated up, and then flew all the way to Tan Mo's side.

Blood is very magical, and the main manifestation of Tan Mo's blood power is this control of objects. Although the weight of the objects that Tan Mo can control has not increased during this period, the changes in means are more and more.

Tan Mo thinks that when his power to control objects is strong enough, he can make himself fly.

"Wow, little Muyu, you are so amazing, how did you do it?" The little princess immediately became interested, turned around and approached Tan Mo to grab the Cuju that ran over, and then asked with her little face sideways.

Tan Mo looked at her, and suddenly a sense of evil taste appeared in his heart.

So, he put his hands together and said with a wooden face: "Princess, do you know why the junior brothers call me Muyu?"

"Because you are stupid?" The little princess answered seriously.

Tan Mo suddenly felt itchy, but he forced himself to hold it back. He continued with a wooden face: "Little princess, why do you think Muyu is related to stupidity?"

"Muyu looks stupid!"

Tan Mo raised his head and said mysteriously: "The junior brothers call me Muyu because they respect me. Muyu is one of the common instruments for monks. It is a treasure that they think about day and night. At the same time, this wooden fish is also a musical instrument!"

"Musical instrument?" The little princess tilted her head, as if she couldn't understand.

"It's a musical instrument. It's a simple and easy to learn, classical and elegant instrument." Tan Mo said with a wooden face.

"Really?"

"Namo Amitabha, monks don't tell lies."

The little princess rolled her eyes, and then suddenly said: "But why do I feel that it's Muyu that you can't make up anymore?"

Tan Mo: "..."

When did this poor student become so smart?

So Tan Mo said seriously: "I never do such things."

"But Xiao Muyu, don't you love to lie the most?" The little princess was suspicious.

Looking at the little princess who argued with him to the end, Tan Mo felt a little tired and unloved. This poor student has become smart and is not easy to deceive...

"Hehe, you see, I got you right, right? I knew that when you said that monks don't tell lies, you must be ready to tell lies." The little princess snorted, her face full of pride.

Tan Mo: "..."

He said that monks don't tell lies to make himself more powerful, okay? How did it become that he was ready to tell lies and bullshit when he said this?

Monks bullshit, can that be called bullshit?

This is called playing with wit.

"Xiao Muyu, you haven't told me how you did it?" the little princess asked.

Tan Mo glanced at her. He didn't know whether it was her bloodline, her spiritual root, or both.

"The time has not come yet. Once the time comes, you can do it, princess." Tan Mo put his hands together and said so.

He really wasn't perfunctory to the little princess.

Bloodline talent, in addition to having the real eye that can distinguish between people and ghosts, different talents have different magical powers. For example, Tan Mo is a master of objects, while his senior brother Master Lianhua's bloodline talent is ten times the combat power.

Spiritual roots do not have magical powers, but they have extraordinary uses. For example, the more common fire spiritual roots can be cultivated to a certain degree, or they can be used for health preservation to achieve longevity, or they can be transformed into spiritual flames with great lethality.

Another example is the rare earth and wood spiritual roots. This kind of spiritual root can dissolve the pain caused by the spiritual energy entering the body during cultivation. Therefore, people with earth and wood spiritual roots can cultivate very quickly, which can be said to be ten times faster than ordinary people.

Talent and true spiritual roots are inherited through blood.

The two are clearly distinct, but they have the same goal.

The princess is so mysterious, and she comes from a family in the spiritual world. As her daughter, the blood in the little princess' body must be extraordinary.

Upon hearing what Tan Mo said, the little princess's face was tangled, and then she frowned and looked at Tan Mo and said, "But I don't want to shave my head! How ugly is it to shave your head?"

As she said that, she reached out and touched Tan Mo's bald head.

Then she patted it gently, as if to listen to see if the melon was ripe.

Tan Mo: "..."

After thinking about it, Tan Mo couldn't help but reached out and patted away the thief's hand that was touching her head.

The little princess looked at Tan Mo and couldn't help laughing.

The laughter sounded like a silver bell.

Very nice.

Tan Mo ignored her.

The little princess hugged Tan Mo from behind, lay on his back, and asked in his ear: "Xiao Muyu, are you angry?"

"No, little monk."

"real."

"Monks don't fight..." Tan Mo said subconsciously, but suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly shut up.

But the one lying on his back was laughing like crazy.

"Hehe, little wooden fish, I call you little wooden fish, you can also call me something else."

Tan Mo glanced at her, "What did you call me?"

"What is an elegant, classical and easy-to-learn musical instrument like the wooden fish?" asked the little princess.

Tan Mo thought for a moment and said, "Bell."

"Really?"

"Really, real money and silver."

"Then you call me and listen?"

"Bell?"

"No, let me call you that, and you call me." The little princess shook her head.

"Little bell?"

"Yeah." The little princess nodded her head like a rattle.

At this time, a maid came over and said: "Princess, the queen said that dinner is about to be served, and asked the princess to take a bath."

"What's for dinner?" the little princess asked the maid.

"The empress has given orders. These are your favorite foods, Princess. There are sweet and sour fish, and sour plum soup with ice."

"Goodbye, little wooden fish."

"Princess, take your leave." After the little princess left with the maid, Tan Mo also got up and went back to the room. He went to get some hot water, mixed it with cold water, wiped it with a towel, and it was considered a bath.

He is not a little princess. He has a special bathing place and servants to serve him.

Not long after washing, a maid brought a steamed bun and an egg. This was Tan Mo's dinner today.

"Thank you so much, donor." Tan Mo clasped his hands together and thanked him seriously.

"You don't have to be polite, little master, this is what a slave should do."