Xiantu

Aunt Ding then wanted to say something, but Lu Wu suddenly walked in, she respectfully blessed Aunt Ding, and then said to Song Mo: "Master, madam ordered Sister Bi Zhu to bring lotus soup, It is said that it is boiled with a century-old lotus flower, do you want to see the young master?"

Hearing this, Aunt Ding frowned slightly, but Lu Wu didn't seem to see her expression, looking at her nose and heart, as if waiting for Song Mo's order.

Seeing the demeanor of the two of them, Song Mo was thoughtful. This Luwu seems to have a different heart with Aunt Ding. Could it be that he belongs to the aunt Wang's family?

"Of course I want to see you, Luwu, let her in." Song Moke directly ordered, regardless of the detours among the women in the backyard.

The one who came in was a girl in a blue long gown, she lived up to her name, she was holding a food box in her hand, she saluted, and said in a crisp voice: "Master, after knowing that you were injured, madam was very anxious and worried. I'm disturbing your rest, so it's inconvenient to come here in person. I specially asked the dining room to make a soup from a hundred-year-old lotus flower, and ordered my servant to bring it."

Now that you have pretended to be mentally ill, you have to pretend to the end.Song Mo said a few words of gratitude feebly, and asked Luwu to reward him, and then asked Bi Zhu to step down.

Aunt Ding was also considerate. Seeing that Song Mo was indeed out of energy to speak, she gave a few gentle instructions, asking Song Mo to recover from his wounds in peace of mind before leaving.

After confirming that he was the only one left in the room, Song Mo pondered for a moment, then sat up cross-legged suddenly, slowly emptied his mind, and entered a state of no distracting thoughts.

I don't know how long it took, Song Mo only felt that his eyes went dark, and after a burst of dizziness in his mind, he was in a foggy space.

Song Mo had entered this space countless times, so he didn't panic.The space is about seventy to eighty cubic meters in size, and the edge is covered with a layer of white mist.On one of the foggy walls, some golden words faintly flowed, which looked extremely mysterious.

Unexpectedly, this space also traveled with him, but he didn't know if his time travel had something to do with it, Song Mo thought.

Song Mo had never learned the writing on the fog wall, but he was able to understand the meaning of it as if he was born with it.

An exercise was recorded on the Wubi, called "Kong Ming Jue".

It is recorded in the opening chapter of "Kong Ming Jue" that this is a skill that can make people cultivate the truth and become a fairy, and it directly points to the Dao.The journey of cultivating immortals is divided into the five realms of nourishing qi, cultivating foundation, returning alchemy, purple mansion, and transforming spirit.

This space is hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness between Song Mo's brows, and he bumped into it by mistake in a sleep.At the beginning, he was ecstatic, but after several years of practicing according to the exercises, he realized that he could not cultivate the spiritual power mentioned in the exercises. Maybe there is no spiritual energy on the earth, so he could not cultivate successfully.

In the space, time is completely static, and every time he enters the space for 5 minutes, he will be automatically ejected, and only his consciousness enters, and the body remains outside.

This was the biggest secret of Song Mo's previous life. He didn't dare to reveal it to anyone, so he could only explore it slowly by himself.

Five minutes later, Song Mo's consciousness automatically withdrew from the space.The space can only be entered once a day, if you want to continue entering, you can only wait until tomorrow.

Song Mo closed his eyes and began to practice according to the exercises. Maybe this world can practice.

In the next few days, Aunt Ding came again several times.To Song Mo, Aunt Ding was just a stranger who had just become acquainted. He had seen too much about the warmth and warmth of people in the previous life, and he didn't have much closeness and trust for her.After seeing her twice, she didn't feel too bothered, so she ordered Lvwu to block her, saying that she wanted to recover from her injuries and not see anyone.Although Luwu was strange, he obeyed orders.

Fortunately, the original Song Mo had a leftist temper, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sneak out of the city to hunt alone. Aunt Ding only thought that Song Mo was unhappy, and didn't think about it.

As for Song Mo, he gradually understood his position in the City Lord's Mansion in the past few days.The only son of the current city lord, the sure successor of the city lord.His aunt, Wang Shi, has only one daughter under her knees, and she has been married two years ago.As for the concubines born to other concubines in the backyard, they were all married when they reached the age, and they basically had no sense of existence.Although Aunt Ding has no children, relying on her own relationship, her status is better than those aunts who have given birth, and she has a part of the right in the backyard.

Song Mo is not interested in these intrigues in the back house, and he doesn't bother to get involved. Anyway, he is "healing his wounds" now, and it makes sense that he doesn't want to see people.

morning after 20 days.

Song Mo sat cross-legged on the bed, exhaling and inhaling according to a strange melody. After practicing these days, although he still didn't produce the qi mechanism mentioned in the exercises, his spirit has improved a lot, which inspired Song Mo a lot.

"Young master, the city lord wants you to come over." The voice of the maid Lu Wu came from outside the door.

"Okay, I got it." After stopping his practice, Song Mo still had a good impression of this cheap father who loved his son.After thinking about it for such a long time, it is time to ask for Ann.

Walking on the cobbled path, servants would stop to greet Song Mo from time to time.Song Mo nodded casually, looking at the surrounding scenery casually.The City Lord's Mansion covers a very large area, with a size of a hundred acres. Fortunately, Song Mo's courtyard is not far from his father's residence, and it takes only half a stick of incense to get there.

Song Hui's personal attendant, Zhang Ying, was already waiting outside the courtyard. When she saw Song Mo, she stepped forward to salute respectfully: "Master Mo, the city lord is already waiting for you at Yazhuju."

Song Mo was slightly surprised, Yazhuju was Song Hui's usual place to entertain distinguished guests, so he was asked to go there for some reason.Song Mo followed Zhang Ying, passed through two hanging flower doors, and came to a half-closed door.

The voice inside came out clearly.

"...This time, the Palace Master excused that Young Master Mo's martial arts cultivation is not high enough to convince the public, and shelved your document to make Young Master Mo his son. I don't know who is behind the scenes." It was the voice of a stranger.

Song Mo stopped in his tracks, hesitating whether to knock on the door and enter.

The father's familiar voice has already sounded: "The successor of the city lord has always been determined by each family. This is a rule that has been passed down for hundreds of years. If Palace Master Qin dares to intervene rashly, he will challenge the bottom line of countless families. He will not I don't understand the serious relationship between them. I'm afraid the matter this time is not so simple."

Today is the world of the Yin family. Twelve Jiedu envoys are entrusted to guard the various places. Each envoy governs ten prefectures, and each prefecture governs ten cities.According to the size of the fief, each city lord manages land ranging from a hundred to hundreds of miles.

"I'm afraid it's also because of the wealth that touches people's hearts. The various mineral resources in Yuecheng are really rich. Over the years, the yearly tribute handed in by the city lord has been top-notch. Some people have long been jealous. This time, I just used the matter of Young Master Mo to test things out. That's all." The voice said again.

Song Hui snorted coldly: "I, Song, am not a person without foundation, how can I let others slaughter me. My visit to Beijing once every ten years is coming soon, and this time I am going to take Mo'er with me. Over here at the City Lord's Mansion Brother Lau Luo took care of it. As for Palace Master Qin, he ordered someone to present him with a heavy gift first, and asked his confidantes to inquire about the ins and outs of the matter. As for the rest, everything will wait for me to return from the capital. Say it again."

The word "Brother Luo" caught his ears, and Song Mo knew who it was.Luo Shijie is the chief manager of the City Lord's Mansion and a master in the middle stage of the Houtian Realm.Song Hui treated him very politely, usually calling him his elder brother.

Only Luo Shijie sighed: "It's a pity that Young Master Mo doesn't have much martial arts talent, otherwise, if he can reach the mid-body tempering stage before the age of 14, it is not hopeless to enter the Houtian realm, and Palace Master Qin will not be so unscrupulous." At the age of fifteen, he sighed like this.

Song Hui said: "The change of the city lord has always been a private matter of each family, and martial arts cultivation is not the most important thing, otherwise the world will be in chaos immediately. Well, let's not talk about these, today the dining room has a new batch of purple-patterned fish, Brother Luo Stay here and try something new." Then he raised his voice and said, "Mo'er, come in quickly."

Song Mo was not surprised that his father knew that he was right outside the door. With the strength of the mid-stage Heaven Realm in the future, they might be able to hear even a bug flying outside the door.

Gently pushing open the door, it was a rather spacious living room. Luo Shijie and Song Hui sat facing each other behind a long wooden low table, with a cup of tea in hand.

Ever since Song Mo entered the door, Luo Shijie had been observing him silently. Seeing that his face was a little pale, but his expression was calm, as if he was not affected by the conversation just now, he nodded secretly approvingly.

Song Mo first saluted to Song Hui: "Father." Then he turned to Luo Shijie: "Uncle Luo."

Luo Shijie hastily turned to avoid it: "Young Master Mo, don't hurt me." Although the father and son of the Song family were very respectful to Luo Shijie, Luo Shijie always guarded his duty as master and servant.He is a person with clear grievances and grievances. Song Hui once saved his life, and he sold his own life to the Song family long ago.

Song Mo sat down on the side, and soon a maid brought up the dishes like water,

Among them was a purple fish, the meat was tender and soft, with a faint fragrance, which whetted the appetite just by looking at it.

Luo Shijie took a chopstick, chewed it for a while, and praised repeatedly: "It's really delicious. The last time I ate this purple fish was five years ago. This time, I really got the honor of the city lord."

Song Hui smiled and said: "This purple-striped fish only lives in the cold pools deep in the mountains. It is extremely difficult to catch, and it is often priced but not sold. This time it is also a coincidence. When the dining room went out to purchase, it came across a batch and quickly sent it to the mansion. .”

Seeing what the two said, Song Mo also became curious, and took a slice with chopsticks. The purple-striped fish was so tender that it melted in the mouth. As soon as it entered the stomach, a gust of heat surged up and spread to the limbs and bones. .