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After a little magic, the blue silk shone brightly.

Put the black silk into the dew bag, and then take out the high-quality Qingxin wood, rub the fine debris, and stuff it in together.

Pure heart wood, a good thing, resists inner demons, pure heart and righteous way, you can know it is superior by listening to its function.

However, if one is determined to cultivate demons, such extraneous things are naturally useless.

This Qingxin wood was found by Mo Beichen from the secret realm back then, and he spent a lot of effort to get it. He planned to use it to break through by himself.

As a result, he modified the demon halfway, and he no longer needs this thing.

The strand of black silk came from Mo Beichen's body, and it was enchanted. As long as Yi Qingyun wears this sachet, no matter where Yi Qingyun is, Mo Beichen will be able to find him.

After sewing the sachet together, Mo Beichen was very satisfied looking at his finished product.

Look at this craftsmanship is really ingenious and exquisite.

It's just that there is still a lanyard, which can't be settled. The sachet made by Mo Beichen naturally needs to be equipped with the best lanyard.

So Mo Beichen decided to go to Xiaohanshan Temple.

The braided ropes of Xiaohanshan Temple are extremely famous. Every year during the Cold Food Festival, there will be a hundred braided ropes consecrated by the presiding officer, but they are rare and tight, and they also have a calming effect.

In this way, coupled with Qingxinmu, he doesn't have to worry about Yi Qingyun going crazy in the future.

Master Yihe of Xiaohanshan Temple sneezed, and the cold wind was blowing. He looked up and found that the door of the meditation room was not closed, so he got up and closed the door.

He turned around, and saw a young man standing in front of him, who appeared out of nowhere.

"Master Jue Ding, the deity asked you for something." The young man sat on the futon talking to himself, looking very familiar.

This is Zhang Sheng's face, but after listening to the young man's words, Master Yihe knew the young man's identity immediately, after all, there was only one person who dared to show up in his meditation room so disrespectfully and call him "Superior Master".

Extremely well, naturally means bald.

The supreme master naturally means the bald master.

"Mozun Beichen, the tea you took away from the poor monk last time was not bad, what do you want this time?" Master Yihe asked calmly, not annoyed.

"I want one of the braided ropes you consecrated." Mo Beichen said with a smile. Master Yihe is one of the rare people in the righteous way who will not fight when they meet him. "You won't tell me it's gone."

"Of course there is, but I don't know why Your Majesty wants this braided rope?"

"You said that weaving rope is naturally for wearing." Mo Beichen propped his chin and said absently.

"Then I'll take it from my lord." Master Yihe was very easy to talk to, although he still couldn't figure out the use of the weaving rope for this devil king to calm his mind and calm his mind.

Anyway, it's not always used to harm people.

"Master Jueding, you sit well on this futon." Mo Beichen looked down and said, "Speaking of which, you belong to the right way."

"If the poor monk doesn't take it from the venerable, the venerable won't be able to get it?" Master Yihe smiled, and took out a colorful braided rope from a box.

Mo Beichen raised his eyebrows, with a half-smile, he took the braided rope and put the sachet on.

"Your Majesty, this sachet is unique."

"Good eyesight." The corners of Mo Beichen's mouth rose, "After all, it was done by me."

"Oh?" Master Yihe was a little surprised, he couldn't think of anyone who could make this Beichen Demon Venerable obediently sew a sachet.

"Could it be that your lord is going to give it away?"

"Why are you a monk so gossip?" Mo Beichen frowned, "Monks don't tell lies."

"Amitabha, Amitabha, I'm just curious, if you don't say it, it's fine." Master Yihe recited in a low voice, and after a while: "My lord, are you interested in counting a hexagram?"

"No, this deity is not a person who believes in heaven and destiny." Mo Beichen shrugged.

After half a stick of incense time.

"Your Majesty, you can choose which one. You have changed more than a dozen of them over and over again." Master Yihe said helplessly.

He held up the lottery, his hands were sore.

"Okay, okay, just this one. Don't change it, don't change it." While speaking, Mo Beichen changed it three more times.

Master Yihe held the lottery in his hand, "What do you want, Your Majesty?"

"Since I've thought about it, I'm looking for marriage." Mo Beichen said firmly.

Demon Lord Beichen, Mo Beichen, has lived for 180 years. It is shameful to say that he has never tasted the joy of fish and water.

Having held the hands of countless beauties, lying in the soft arms of countless beauties, he has never been to any gentle village in the fourteen cities in the south, and he has seen too much of that Yingyingyanyan.

It's not that he's not beautiful, and it's definitely not that he, Mo Beichen, is bad, he just lacks some feeling.

Can't tell the reason, it's just boring.

Some people say that they are romantic and comfortable, but they are lonely and unbearable in their hearts.

If you want to look for it, you are afraid that you will be bound by the other party; if you don't look for it, in the end you won't even have someone to talk to.

After procrastinating like this, Mo Beichen has reached such an age that other people have great-grandchildren, but he is still alone.

Sometimes in the dead of night, Mo Beichen would think about how beautiful and beautiful his wife will be in the future!It would be miraculous to think that he, Mo Beichen, would stay by her side willingly for the rest of his life.

His wife must be his destiny.

Mo Beichen didn't believe in the destiny, but if the signature from Xiaohanshan Temple was accurate, he might be able to find his destined person.

Even if he can't find it, at least tell him how long he has to wait.

Master Yihe looked at the lottery, a little surprised, hesitated for a moment and said: "Your Majesty must have a sweetheart."

Mo Beichen was also taken aback, and snatched the lottery to take a look. It said, "It's cheap when you meet an opponent, and when you make a decision in a black and white game. We all know that one move determines the world, and you have to teach yourself to make a good progress."

"What do you mean, the person I'm destined for likes to play chess?" Mo Beichen asked puzzled, "I have to win him to get along with him?"

"No, no." Grandmaster Yi He folded his hands together and said, "This sign means that your lord's sweetheart has moved his mind, as long as your lord makes it clear, it will come to fruition."

Mo Beichen curled his lips, and threw the lottery back into the lottery. What kind of song is it, this thing is really unreliable.

It's not just unreliable, it's a thousand miles away.

"Master Jueding, for the sake of giving me something, I will give you a piece of advice." Mo Beichen had disappeared into the meditation room, leaving only his voice.

"Small Hanshan Temple, it's better not to tell people fortune-telling, it's not allowed."

Master Yihe sighed, this great god was finally sent away.

Looking at the empty space on the ground, he didn't know if the signature was approved or not, he only knew that his futon was taken away.

Whoosh whoosh—

The stones hit at a speed that was hard to see with the naked eye. Yi Qingyun was holding a long and thin wooden stick with a dignified expression.

He could only see black shadows, and he could barely judge the direction of these stones.

The body moves slightly to the left, and the wooden stick swings forward.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Three stones were thrown out by the wooden stick, Yi Qingyun frowned slightly, because more stones hit him hard.

"It's too slow! What are you in a daze for? Move!" Nangong Hao sat under a tree, and beside him was a large pile of stones, which were piled up by breaking a huge boulder.

With a piece of grass in his mouth and a handful of stones in his hand, he will instantly send ten stones to attack Yi Qingyun in various strange directions.

Yi Qingyun's forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his stern face had already been scratched by high-speed stones.

Not only his face, but Yi Qingyun's whole set of clothes was already unsightly, scratched and tattered.

Yi Qingyun didn't have time to pay attention to these things at all, because there were ten more stones hitting him in front of him.

No respite at all.

This time he hit five.

"Boy, be more focused, do you want me to be a knife so you can avoid them all?" Nangong Hao scolded mercilessly, "If you were to be on the battlefield, you would already be dead!"

"The bigger the arc of the hand swing, the bigger it is, and you can hit more stones at one time!"

"Are you stupid? You can't catch the stone, you can back up! Go back and catch it! Are you a pillar?"

"Too slow, too slow, the aunts grabbing food in the market are faster than you!"

"Don't stop! Hand and body are one, is your soul still there? Why is it like sleepwalking!"

Yi Qingyun spent the whole morning amidst Nangong Hao's insults and taunts, and he was already in a mess, but his eyes were still clear and energetic, without any slack.

Nangong Hao was appreciative in his heart, this kid was not affected by his abuse at all, and he was still focused as before, which shows that he is a person with a firm heart.

Yi Qingyun would not take Nangong Hao's innocuous words to heart, let alone that he knew that the other party said he was not malicious, and these words were nothing compared to the vicious words of his own family. .

"Take a break and eat your lunch." Mo Beichen came here early in the morning, and watched for a long time.

At this time, he came here in the name of delivering lunch.

"Heh, what a fart, it's still worth eating if you practice like this." Nangong Hao snorted coldly.

In fact, he was already very satisfied with Yi Qingyun in his heart, but on the first day, he always wanted to show him off a bit.

He has to be stricter, which is good for later teaching.

Wouldn't that kid be proud if he had a pleasant face on the first day.

"I said eat." Mo Beichen came to Nangong Hao with the box, and pulled out the grass in his mouth with one hand.

Nangong Hao curled his lips, stopped the movement of his hands, and said unwillingly: "Come here first."

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