In order to hide, I moved in

In a town in Yuanshi County, Tiannan Kingdom, the snow has not yet melted, and the bustling day began early in the morning.

The street has already started to be lively, a steamed stuffed bun shop on the corner has opened its cage, and at some time a white mist accompanied by the strong aroma of steamed stuffed bun spreads throughout the street.

Some people are already swallowing their saliva, ready to buy a few steamed stuffed buns, paired with a bowl of hot Hu spicy soup, which will warm their hearts.

The small table in the steamed stuffed bun shop was full of people.

From time to time, they can still hear their conversation calling for friends loudly.

"Old Li, I heard that the old house of your second master's house has been rented out?" At the dinner table, a person who was eating steamed buns looked at the person who was drinking soup at the next table.

"That's right, Lao Li, your second master's house is not cheap. I heard...you are a foreigner." Other people in the store also became interested, and turned their heads to look at Lao Li.

"I vaguely saw it yesterday, wearing Linluo silk and satin, and spending a lot of money, I don't think it's an ordinary person." The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop also took the time to reply.

Lao Li scratched his head and smiled foolishly, "It seems to be a son from a rich family. He is handsome and has a good temper. He said he came here to stay for a few days."

"What is there to live in in this remote area of ​​ours? After all, they come from rich families." The people who were sitting and eating steamed buns shook their heads, thinking that people from rich families were different.

Everything is fresh.

"Look, they're here." A man pointed sharply at the two slender figures wandering around the street corner.

"Really." These people looked over curiously, they have never seen what a big family looks like.

At the corner of the antique street with blue bricks and green tiles, two figures with extraordinary temperament, Zhilan Yushu gradually walked in, and they looked extraordinary from a distance.

"I heard that one of them is surnamed Ye and the other is Mo." The diners in the steamed stuffed bun shop looked at them curiously and whispered.

The figures of the two gradually disappeared in a restaurant in the center of Erjie, one in front and the other in the back went upstairs under the hospitality of the waiter, and they disappeared.

At this time, Ye Mian and Mo Yan, who had attracted much attention, were sitting on the second floor of the restaurant by the window, and Mo Yan was staring at the bustling street below with interest,

The shop waiter was all smiles, "What do you two young masters want to eat?"

Mo Yan came back to his senses, with curiosity and unconcealable sparkle in his eyes, "I'll have a portion of all your signature dishes."

"Okay!" The waiter in the store lost his eyes with a smile, and hurriedly went to the back kitchen after responding neatly.

These are two distinguished guests.

After the two saw that the waiter had left, Ye Mian casually pinched a soundproof formula, and Mo Yan stared at the crowd passing by with wide eyes, "Is this the world of cultivating immortals you mentioned?"

At this time, 40 years have passed since Father Mo officially became the commander-in-chief of the Interstellar Army. Mo Yan has already graduated and has become Father Mo's right-hand man. However, there are no hostile forces around the interstellar that dare to provoke.

The surrounding area is full of forces that are friendly with Interstellar, and Interstellar is in a stage of rapid development.

During this period, Ye Mian had already told Moyan about her true origin, but in order to restore the dust brocade, Ye Mian had been trying to find a way to return to the realm of comprehension.

Finally, during a breakthrough, Ye Mian vaguely sensed the coordinates of the world of cultivating immortals inside Chenjin, immediately discussed with Moyan, and decided to give it a try, to see if he could return to the world of cultivating immortals.

Unexpectedly...it actually came true.

Ye Mian poured a cup of tea for Moyan, and explained, "This is not the realm of cultivating immortals. This is the jurisdiction of mortals under the Artifact Refining Sect. The people here are ordinary people. Few of them know the news about cultivating immortals."

Mo Yan was a little surprised, "It's still so clearly divided."

Ye Mian put down the teapot, took a sip of tea slowly, and looked at the bustling streets below, "The real world of cultivating immortals is much more cruel."

The two of them spoke a few more words, and the waiter in the shop served the dishes courteously, and said in a courteous voice with laughter, "Young masters, this is our restaurant master's special dish. Try it, you two, you will definitely not be disappointed."

After putting down the food and leaving, Mo Yan took a sip with interest, his eyes lit up, "It's really good."

There is a big gap between the dishes here and Interstellar’s ​​dishes. Most of Interstellar’s ​​dishes are processed and have a cold taste. Many vegetables, meat and poultry cannot grow naturally because Interstellar is in space and lack the necessary growth factors. After various processing the day after tomorrow, it loses its original texture and taste.

If the raw materials are not enough, even the best cook is enough, not to mention the interstellar martial arts, not many people are willing to calm down and delve into cooking a dish, there is not enough time to practice martial arts, how can there be time wasted on these things.

Ye Mian was focused on seeking the truth, and didn't care much about the desire to speak, but Moyan and Ye Mian were different. After taking a bite, she could feel the difference, and unconsciously, she even moved her chopsticks faster.

Ye Mian took a few sips occasionally, more often he drank tea and watched Moyan eat, pouring a cup of tea for Moyan intermittently, with a smile in his eyes.

After Moyan finished eating, Ye Mian smiled and said, "It's so delicious?"

Mo Yan was extremely sorry, "I only now know what kind of rubbish I ate in the past few decades."

"After eating, I'll take you to see the local customs here." After paying the bill, Ye Mian rewarded the waiter with an ingot of gold, and left under the waiter's warm greeting, and went downstairs with Mo Yan. .

Along the way, Moyan looked at the streets with blue bricks and green tiles, as well as the children who were joking and running around playing with windmills. It is a bit uncomfortable to sew and mend clothes with many patches.

Whether it is an adult or a child, frostbite is almost always on the back of the hand.

"The emperor here, don't you care about them?" Mo Yan frowned as he looked at the rotten frostbite in the interstellar space that could not even be found in ancient books.

At this moment, Moyan felt something approaching him, and when he lowered his head, he saw a beggar in ragged clothes and lumpy hair kneeling in front of him, holding a bowl with a corner missing, about seven or eight years old, stop kowtowing,

"Give me some charity, my lord, give me some charity."

And in the corner, there are even more beggars like this. Their expressions are numb, covered with frostbite, and they can hardly see their expressions clearly.

Ye Mian sighed, bought a few meat buns and handed them to the beggar, the two watched the beggar gobble it up without any fear of being hot, and then slowly left.

"I used to be one of them." Ye Mian seemed to recall her childhood, when she was a beggar.

He was beaten by old beggars every day, robbed of money and food, and could only eat grass roots and bark. If he hadn't walked all the way to the place where Jiange accepted apprentices in one breath, he would have starved to death.

Mo Yan held Ye Mian's hand distressedly, "I'm sorry."

Sorry, I couldn't protect you back then.

Ye Mian tapped the ink weir lightly, and shook her head, "It's all happened hundreds of years ago, I've forgotten it long ago."

However, Mo Yan felt more distressed towards Ye Mian, the look in his eyes along the way almost made Ye Mian feel as if he saw Mo's mother, loving and distressed.

Ye Mian and Mo Yan headed north all the way, "According to the map, the Artifact Refining Sect is built on the mountainside. Let's go to the Artifact Sect first and ask them to help. If we need other materials, we are going to collect them."

"Yes." Mo Yan listened to Ye Mian.

Ye Mian and Mo Yan walked out of the city gate all the way, passed by Jianguang, and headed towards the gate of the Artifact Sect with a clear goal.

There is a restriction outside the mountain gate of the Artifact Sect. If you want to enter, you must send a letter of worship.

Ye Mian integrated the greeting card that he had prepared early in the morning into the mountain gate, and soon there were people from the Artifact Sect rushing over. It was two young disciples who received the greeting card and glanced at Ye Mian.

"Senior Ye, please come with us."

The two young disciples couldn't see the cultivation of Ye Mian and Mo Yan, so they didn't dare to be presumptuous, so they respectfully invited them in.

Mo Yan's heart trembled when he followed Ye Mian. As soon as he entered the gate of the Artifact Sect, he felt that there was ample aura here, and even Mo Yan felt that practicing here would definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

And every disciple who passed by had a suppressed and deep aura, much stronger than those students taught by Ye Mian.

Even those two young disciples, who seemed to be no more than ten years old, were still in the foundation building stage.

Ye Mian could tell what Mo Yan was thinking by looking at Moyan's expression, and he sent a voice transmission into the secret way, "For a big mountain gate like the Artifact Refining Sect, each sect has no less than three main spiritual veins, and the sub-spiritual veins are even more important." There are as many as a thousand. Their achievements are naturally very high."

Mo Yan nodded half-understanding.

There are a lot of people who come to the Artifact Refining School to cultivate immortals. The Artifact Refining School has a dedicated artisan who is open to the outside world. As long as there are enough crystals and materials, even half-step immortal weapons can be refined.

The two young disciples brought Ye Mian and Mo Yan into the reception room of the main hall. In the reception room, the guests can specify which craftsman they need, and they can meet with each other after paying a deposit and materials.

If there are refiners who retreat or do not accept, just erase their names.

Ye Mian frowned, he was only at the beginning of the Mahayana period, he pondered for a long time, and chose a refiner of the Mahayana period.

The moment Ye Mian made his choice, a paper crane glowed red, and then disappeared in a flash.

After a while, the paper crane appeared, showing the position of the craftsman designated by Ye Mian at the moment.

Ye Mian and Mo Yan looked at each other. Mo Yan had been casually looking around since he came in. The paper crane in front of Ye Mian became bigger, and the two of them got on the back of the paper crane, and then the paper crane sent them to the refinery. where the instrument master is located.

As soon as Ye Mian and Mo Yan came down, the paper crane flapped its wings and flew away. After they entered, they saw a middle-aged man with a beard looking at them.

After seeing Ye Mian's cultivation, the previously unruly expression subsided instantly, a little surprised,

"Such a young Mahayana period? Which sect's arrogance?"

Ye Mian looked it over, the middle-aged man's cultivation was in the late stage of Mahayana, and his cultivation was extremely profound.

But Ye Mian didn't reveal his background, and the middle-aged man didn't ask, the corners of his lips twitched after taking Ye Mian's brocade,

"It's too broken."

Ye Mian looked at him, "Fellow Daoist, if I want to repair this sword, what do I need?"

The middle-aged man stroked his chin, but did not look at Moyan. In his opinion, Moyan's strength was not worth mentioning. After thinking for a while, he said,

"If fellow daoists want to recover, they may need to bring their own materials. Among them, they need a kind of ore--Xi mine. Do you have any?"

interest mine?

Ye Mian had never heard of it, so she could only shake her head.