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When he stabilized his feet and looked inside, the talisman drawn by Qi Mo was floating in the air, the surrounding fire was fierce, and some items in the house were on fire.

The middle-aged man was startled, and hurriedly said: "Fellow Daoist, quickly put out the fire with the freezing talisman."

Qi Mo only drew one picture just now, and when the fire started, the paper on the desk also ignited, leaving only charred ashes.

People around saw it, and rushed to inform the steward on the flying boat. Other immortal cultivators also came over. One of the cultivators with water root roots put and retracted his fingers, and a stream of pure water was poured on the fire.

The fire suddenly became smaller, but it was not completely extinguished. The water spirit root cultivator was stronger than Jindan. When he saw that the fire was still burning, he couldn't hold back his face. "I'm afraid I need a Nascent Soul cultivator to come."

As soon as the words fell, everyone was in an uproar.

Seeing that the fire was about to spread, he quickly reminded: "Young fellow daoist, if everything on this flying boat is damaged, you will lose money. You should quickly put out the fire."

"That's right, the owner of this flying boat is not easy to mess with, lest you be thrown out, do it quickly."

"Just now I saw that you still have the ice talisman, use it quickly."

Qi Mo frowned when he heard the noisy voices around him. He spent a lot of spiritual power to draw that frozen talisman, and he hadn't figured out the regular lines of the talisman yet.

But thinking of the seven spirit stones they had left now, Qi Mo took out the tracing pen, calmed down, and then slowly drew in the air with the pen.

Some people saw that he was still busy doing things, and said anxiously: "The owner of the flying boat is coming soon, why don't you hurry up and play tricks here."

Qi Mo didn't have time to think about him, thinking about the lines of the runes in his mind, but Liu Duye thought he was noisy and gave him a hard look.

"What's the matter?" Suddenly a deep voice came, and a man in a black robe led several people towards Qi Mo.

Seeing the half-burned room, before the anger came up, he saw the actions of Qi Mo's men, and his expression froze, his eyes locked on Qi Mo's body like eagle's eyes.

When Qi Mo stopped moving, he quickly hit the rune into the firelight, the two sides collided, and suddenly a burst of spiritual power spread out, and the firelight in the room finally went out.

When Qi Mo saw it, his whole body went limp, and Liu Duye quickly reached out to support him, "Are you okay?"

Qi Mo shook his head, and glanced towards the man in Xuanyi, "Today's incident was my negligence, so just say how much we need to pay?"

The man in black clothes, that is, Du Ruoyi, became somewhat interested in this steady young man, "Of course it's quite a lot, but..."

He looked at the expressions on the faces of the two teenagers, and wanted to show off, but he wanted to see that the boy who changed his face looked indifferent, and the one holding the sword next to him was eager, his expression changed, and he was a little bored, "If this A little fellow Taoist is willing to be my apprentice, so the compensation is naturally unnecessary."

Liu Duye saw Qi Mo in the direction of his finger, and suddenly felt a sense of responsibility as an elder brother, "How high is your cultivation level, you want to be my brother's master, unless Yuanying."

"How do you know I'm not a Nascent Soul?" Du Ruoyi said with a relaxed expression on his face, and there was something inevitable in his eyes, which Qi Mo could see clearly.

He stretched out his hand and pressed Liu Duye's palm to stop him from saying, "We are disciples of Mingyang Sword Sect, and we have already worshiped as masters, senior forgive me."

A trace of regret suddenly appeared in Du Ruoyi's eyes. He looked at Qi Mo, "Mingyang Sword Sect is a bad-tempered sword cultivator. You have abnormal talent in runes. Don't waste your talent." one time.

Qi Mo's attitude was firm, and Du Ruoyi had no choice but to settle their debts before walking away.

The two changed rooms, and before entering the door, the middle-aged man rushed over, "Fellow Daoist, I will add another fifty talismans to the talismans I made with you."

Qi Mo thought for a while, and decided to get [-] pieces, so the total is [-] pieces. After adding up, there are [-] spirit stones, but they still owe [-] yuan.

After the two people entered the door, those who watched the fun still refused to leave, and they marveled at Qi Mo, "This kid is amazing." He can draw a talisman out of thin air without relying on talisman paper.

Inside the door, Liu Duye looked at Qi Mo with a serious expression, "Qi Mo, you have been lying to me." He said a little angrily: "You obviously have spiritual power, and you obviously have abnormal talents, but you don't show it in front of me. Do you still consider me a friend?"

Qi Mo raised his eyebrows, "Did I say I don't have spiritual power?"

Liu Duye immediately said: "I said so." He thought about the conversation between the two of them along the way, and a little bit of annoyance appeared on his face, "No."

"Then I said I can't do anything?"

"When...of course...not." Without pulling out the evidence of Qi Mo's saying these words from his memory, Liu Duye completely lost the mind to argue, "Then you didn't say you would."

Qi Mo looked at him with a half-smile.

Letting someone younger than him look at him like this, blood rushed to Liu Duye's forehead instantly, and his whole face flushed.

He fanned himself a few times with his hands, looked away, changed the subject and said: "I want to pay one hundred thousand spirit stones, I still have a book of alchemy here, and I will also send it to consignment."

The book given by the system must not be ordinary. Qi Mo took the book he handed over, but he had no intention of selling it.

In the next half month, Qi Mo drew a total of a hundred talismans and sold them all.

Another monk brought his son and asked Qi Mo to teach him for a few days. The reward was a piece of ice marrow, and Qi Mo agreed to him.

Another day, when the flying boat was about to arrive, Qi Mo sent the child out. His father was waiting outside the door. Before leaving, he handed him another piece of ice essence, "Thank you little fellow Daoist, I don't need this ice essence either. I gave it to you together."

Qi Mo didn't refuse. Although the ice marrow is precious, it is only good for the ice root monks, and he also gave the child a dozen amulets.

Sending people away, Qi Mo held the ice marrow and turned around. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the person standing aside, whose eyes were about to catch fire, smiled at him with the corner of his mouth curled up, closed the door and entered the room.

Qu Xuanye was so angry that he almost crushed the bone in his hand. He prepared for several days and wanted to exchange the ice marrow with this monk, but the ice marrow was given to another 14-year-old child in front of him.

Inside the door, Qi Mo looked at the ice marrow that was gradually turning into powder, and felt that the aura in his body was a little more, and the force of the collision in the meridians became more obvious.

In the past half a month, he actually discovered that he has a natural affinity for ice-type heaven, material and earth treasures, and there is always a force rushing against his body, as if looking for an exit.

just now……

Qi Mo endured the bursts of pain coming from his meridians, and guided the aura to circulate in his body, circle by circle, and slowly, the pain on his body decreased a lot.

In the end, he only felt a warm spiritual force wrapping him inside, and he fell into a drowsy sleep in the warmth of his whole body.

When he opened his eyes again, Qi Mo's eyes were filled with blood, the setting sun was setting, and corpses wrapped in blood were scattered all over the jagged mountains.

The faces of the living monsters all showed a dead air, their eyes were empty, some monsters stabbed themselves into their bodies with sharp magic weapons, and some monsters transformed into sharp claws, which pierced straight into the chest cavity, hard Shengsheng pulled out the demon pill.

The stench of blood seeped into the soil, dyeing the entire mountain range bright red.

"Son, mother and your father are going to fetch the backlight mirror and review all this. You have to wait for us obediently."

"If it wasn't for the demons, how could we have lost so badly." Someone's voice was like weeping blood.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the wind roared. Qi Mo stood in place, watching each demon cultivator turn into dust with the wind, but he couldn't cover up the blood red that was about to ooze from his feet.

"Qi Mo."

Qi Mo suddenly opened his eyes, and Liu Duye's face appeared in sight.

He took a deep breath and put his hands on his face.

If the backlight mirror can really go back in time, can he also go back?

"You have drawn too many talismans in the past two days, so you must be very tired." Liu Duye turned his head, "Here, I have prepared meals for you."

Qi Mo looked up at the table, collected himself for a while, and said, "Thank you."

Liu Duye grinned broadly, leaning his hands back on the bed, "You are my friend, so you don't need to thank you for these small things."

Qi Mo took a look at him, walked to the table and sat down, saw that the table was covered with some light food that he liked, and there were many thoughts in his mind for a moment, Liu Duye should regard him as a real friend, and he... Qi Mo smiled ironically.

"Tomorrow we will go to the Northern Continent, and then you will also go to Mingyang Sword Sect?" Liu Duye leaned over and picked up the chopsticks to taste, "It's not very delicious, and a meal costs more than a dozen spirit stones."

Qi Mo is not interested in swordsmanship, but his strength is too low and his spiritual roots are unknown, so the only one he can go to is Mingyang Sword Sect.

"me and you together."

Liu Duye was immediately happy, he smiled and approached Qi Mo, "Now Xiao Qian doesn't know your identity, and you can't say it when you return to the sect."

Qi Mo nodded perfunctorily, feeling Liu Duye getting closer, and raised his eyes suddenly, the two of them met each other's eyes, Liu Duye hurriedly took a step back.

He said a little unnaturally: "On your forehead."

Qi Mo was taken aback.

After washing in the evening, he saw the drop-shaped mark on his forehead in the water, which was more clear than a month ago, and it was a light blue color.

Qi Mo thought of his dream again, and sat in the water in a daze, suddenly felt a chill around him, and he sank into the water, suddenly feeling suffocated.

Qi Mo paddled desperately, but felt himself sinking deeper and deeper.

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