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Mo Beichen changed the topic, "By the way, Tsinghua's grass is treating the symptoms but not the root cause, so Qingyun knows?"

"Yeah." Yi Qingyun nodded, "The root cure requires cloud grass, and I will get it as soon as possible."

"Grass in the clouds?" Mo Beichen had never heard of it.

"This grass is rare and not commonly used. It grows in the depths of the forest on the top of the cloud, and it will show its strength in the middle of my foundation establishment." Yi Qingyun's tone was firm, and he had already planned these arrangements in his heart.

"Hmm." Mo Beichen was thoughtful. He had heard of this forest on the top of the cloud, but it was too reluctant to enter with the strength in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

Jindan's late stage is not necessarily safe.

"Mother's illness is getting worse, there are still two years left." Yi Qingyun whispered, his voice was very soft, as if talking to himself.

"Two years." Mo Beichen said.

Yi Qingyun's heart warmed, and Mo Chen would always trust him.

Since that day, Yi Qingyun has been living like an ascetic monk, and his daily schedule is so meticulous that there is no gap.

Apart from the time of studying on weekdays, he practiced sword during the day and meditated at night, and he never neglected for a while.

This extreme way of cultivation, supplemented by Qingyun's own pure Yang body aptitude, the middle stage of agility is a matter of course.

"Qingyun, congratulations." Yi Qingyun opened the door and saw Mo Chen waiting for him outside.

"Thank you." Yi Qingyun's complexion was also rarely relaxed, and he finally caught up with the gap with other disciples.

"Let's take a rest today. The so-called relaxation is the way of civil and martial arts. Don't stretch yourself too tightly." Mo Beichen said.

To be honest, Mo Beichen wished that Yi Qingyun's cultivation base would rise faster, but the other party's almost desperate cultivation was a bit too much, and it would not be beautiful if it hurt the foundation.

"En. Mo Chen, can you explain the morality to me?" Yi Qingyun's tone was very sincere.

"This..." Mo Beichen was a little hesitant. He is also a demon cultivator. Although he also has experience in cultivating Taoism, if he said something wrong...

"I sincerely ask for advice." Yi Qingyun was afraid that the other party would think he was joking, "Mo Chen has a deep understanding of morality, so..."

"I see." Mo Beichen agreed after thinking for a while, "It's okay to ask each other for advice."

"Then let's start now." Yi Qingyun said.

Mo Beichen frowned, "Wait, didn't you say you're going to rest today?"

"Isn't this just a rest?" In Yi Qingyun's mind, he was resting except for sword practice.

What a cultivator.

Mo Beichen thought he might not need a hundred years.

The two sat in the main hall, saying they were asking each other for advice, but in fact it was Mo Beichen who was talking and Yi Qingyun was listening.

Mo Beichen had experienced many things, he was well-informed, and his explanations were simple and simple, and the examples he gave were not as blunt and difficult to understand as the masters in the sect.

Often a few words can make Yi Qingyun suddenly see the light.

"Mo Chen, why don't you practice?" After the discussion, Yi Qingyun couldn't help asking.

Obviously have such a deep insight, why not practice longevity?

Mo Beichen was stunned for a moment, he couldn't say that he cultivated like a demon.

"This is determined by the way of heaven, I can't decide." Mo Beichen deliberately said it mysteriously, as if he had something to hide.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong." Yi Qingyun's expression darkened, he thought it simple, and he didn't cultivate immortality because his spiritual body was not good enough. He asked this question as if he was deliberately poking someone's pain.

"Hey, it's okay. Everyone has their own ambitions. It's like Qingyun is born with a pure Yang body. There is no one in ten thousand. Naturally, he should devote himself to cultivation and explore the way." Mo Beichen comforted the kid when he saw that the boy was giving up his mind again.

"The way of heaven is unfair. Mo Chen clearly understands and understands, but..."

Mo Beichen hastily interrupted Yi Qingyun, what was he thinking?

Injustice?What the hell?This is the argument of Moxiu!

Mo Beichen was in a hurry, how could you, a cultivator, think about this!

"Qingyun, the arrangement of the Dao of Heaven is farther ahead than you and me. Maybe I won't be as comfortable as I am now after practicing." Mo Beichen thought of a way to make Yi Qingyun throw those dangerous thoughts.

"Strength is the most important thing. There is no comfort at all without cultivation." Yi Qingyun obviously disagrees with this point of view.

Why is this kid talking all about demonic ways? How old is he? What he says is terribly realistic.

"That's not necessarily the case. If I practice, I may not meet Qingyun." Mo Beichen said.

Yi Qingyun was at a loss for words for a moment, and he couldn't refute this.

Seeing that it was effective, Mo Beichen hit the iron while the iron was hot and said, "I am very comfortable being around Qingyun now. I think in the future with Qingyun's strength, no one will bully me."

The second half of the sentence is Mo Beichen's joke, and I want Yi Qingyun to stop delving into the "injustice of heaven" kind of crazy thoughts.

But what he didn't expect was that his casual words were deeply embedded in Yi Qingyun's heart.

Yi Qingyun hummed lightly, only he himself knew that he took this sentence as a permanent promise.

"Let's go see Mrs. Yi Xiao in a few days." Mo Beichen said.

He was a little bored with the sect today, because he had really calmed down recently.

"Okay." Seeing that Mo Beichen really didn't mind what happened before, Yi Qingyun was finally relieved.

"I'll go prepare some Tsinghua grass." Mo Beichen licked his lower lip, which was an excuse to smoke a pipe.

Speaking of Tsinghua Grass, Yi Qingyun thought about the matter of testing Mo Chen before, after thinking about it, he decided to let the other party talk.

Listening to Yi Qingyun's words, Mo Beichen was surprised that this kid had played such a trick.

I thought he was a fool before, but I didn't expect to test others.

He really didn't expect it.

"I'm sorry, Mo Chen, I shouldn't have tested you like this." Yi Qingyun apologized.

"It's because I didn't explain. I saved the spirit stone, and I thought it would be used for the next purchase. I was careless." Mo Beichen was very quick to adapt, and immediately thought of a reason for himself.

It turned out to be like this, Yi Qingyun's body was no longer tense, and Mo Chen was not that kind of person.

If even Mo Chen can't be trusted, just thinking about Yi Qingyun makes his heart twitch.

"Yeah. I went to buy it." Feeling the trusting gaze of the other party, Mo Beichen was a little bit vain.

This time, Mo Beichen obediently went to the Lingcao shop at the foot of the mountain to buy it.

"It's really ten low-grade spirit stones per plant." The young man muttered while holding ten plants of Tsinghua grass.

After a few steps, Mo Beichen slowed down a bit, and someone was following him.

Deliberately walking into a remote and dark alley, the boy walked very slowly.

This was a dead end, the boy scratched his head and turned around seeing that there was no way ahead of him.

He saw four men in black standing in front of him.

"Everyone, what advice do you have?" The young man said calmly, holding the medicinal materials in his hand, "Jie wealth? Or sex?"

The men in black frowned. Is this boy a fool?

"Take your life." The man in black said.

"Why?" The young man took out a tobacco rod from somewhere, and asked casually while filling some tobacco into the mouthpiece.

"I offended someone who shouldn't be offended." The man in black said with a frown.

The boy's behavior was strangely sophisticated.

"Huh?" Breathing out the mist, her lips parted slightly, with an indescribable demeanor, "I can't afford to offend you? Let me think about it."

Some of the men in black couldn't help swallowing, feeling their heart beating extremely fast.

"Hey, I can't figure it out." The boy breathed out a puff of smoke and couldn't speak out.

The headed man in black felt more and more that something was wrong, and without any further delay, he fired more than a dozen hidden weapons in his hand, directly attacking the boy's face.

The boy flickered and disappeared.

The people in black were shocked.

At this time, they heard a childish voice saying in their ears, like a ghost: "I advise you not to move, you will die if you move."

This boy appeared behind them at some point!

The leading man in black let out a low cry, and was about to stab him with a dagger, but he fell to the ground before reaching the young man.

The other three immediately didn't dare to make any other moves.

"Why do you always disobey people?" The boy squatted down and poked the fallen man with a cigarette stick.

He took out a small bottle out of thin air in his hand.

storage ring?

The three men in black have already set off a storm in their hearts. Didn't they say that the target is a country boy!

How could a country boy have such means and possess such a treasure as a storage ring.

The boy opened the bottle with one hand, and a pungent smell filled the air.

Pour a few drops of the liquid in the bottle on the fallen person.

Thorn~ Sis——

A faint stench poured into the nostrils of the other three.

Their companions were gradually corroded right in front of their eyes, their flesh slowly turned into bones, and finally turned into a mass of black marks on the ground.

And the three of them didn't even dare to tremble.

"I forgot to mention that this person didn't die just now, and he still has five senses." The young man said calmly, but in the eyes of the three men in black, he seemed to see a rakshasa from the underworld.

"Do you want to be like him?" The boy stood up, "Tell me, who did I offend?"

The three did not speak.

No matter how they speak, they haven't forgotten that they will die if they move.

"Well, it seems that you don't know." The boy shrugged and waved his hand lightly, and the three of them immediately fell to the ground.

The eyes of the three were unbelievable, and the death was much more sudden than they imagined.

"Don't you even have the consciousness to die in this line of work?" Mo Beichen clicked his lips and dripped a few drops of corpse water on each of the three.

The boy came out of the narrow alley. There were many people on the street, but no one knew that three people just disappeared from the world not far from them.

It is not difficult to guess who is behind the scenes. Mo Beichen has offended many people, but there are not many who would send such a low-level person to assassinate him.

Mo Beichen walked back like a normal person.

Coincidentally, I ran into Yi Liancheng on this road.

What a rare visitor, Yi Liancheng doesn't live here.

Yi Liancheng never expected to meet Mo Beichen.

His whole body froze, and the faces of the servants beside him also had disbelief written on their faces.

"Master Yi, what are you doing here?" Yi Qingyun smiled kindly, but gave the two people a creepy feeling.

Yi Liancheng coughed softly, and scolded, "What do I need to tell you, a servant?"

"I'll just ask what Mr. Yi said." Mo Beichen said.

"What is your identity! Young Master didn't ask, is there anything you talk about?" The servant next to Yi Liancheng said boldly.

"Why are you so angry? This is my son's yard, so I just opened my mouth." Mo Beichen narrowed his eyes slightly, "Could it be that Mr. Yi felt that his apology was not sincere enough last time, so he came to apologize?"

Yi Liancheng immediately wanted to step on the cat's tail, pointed at Mo Beichen and angrily said, "Kneel down for me, you daring thing!"

Mo Beichen stood there with playful eyes.

"Don't kneel? Okay! I'll kneel for you!" Yi Liancheng's body was covered with a thin layer of spiritual energy, and the servant beside him was also glowing with spiritual energy.

"Who dares to touch him?" Someone said in a cold voice at this time.

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