The villain is ill

Chu Mo left the Fairy Trail Forest and went to Chutianhe to get a stone from under his pillow. It was just an ordinary stone with a better color, not a precious stone. After leaving a note, he rushed back to Tianxuanmen all the way.

Compared with when he came out, although the realm had not changed, Chu Mo's footsteps were more than twice as fast, and he arrived at the gate of Tianxuanmen in just one day.

Today, there are two fresh faces on duty, not the two disciples when they left the sect, but they obviously recognize Chu Mo and greet him from a distance.

The two saluted together, "I have met Senior Brother Qingmo."

Chu Mo nodded, "You don't have to be so polite."

The two disciples followed Chu Mo, and while walking towards the teleportation array at the foot of the mountain, they asked, "Brother, is this mission going well?"

"It's going well, is the mission hall still open?" Chu Mo asked.

A disciple looked at the sky, "There is still half an hour to close the peak, and there is still time for senior brother to go there."

"Thank you," Chu Mo thanked, and stepped into the teleportation formation, "I'll go to the mission hall to report back, and the two juniors will meet again."

The two hurriedly laughed and said: "Okay, brother, you are polite, brother, go slowly."

After Chu Mo disappeared in the teleportation array, the two disciples continued to talk.

"Senior brother Qingmo is really easy-going, completely different from that one."

"I've heard that he has a good temper, and I saw him today. He is so good-looking. No wonder it was rumored that senior brother Ying and senior sister all like him. I don't know what kind of Taoist partner he would like?"

"Where did you hear that nonsense? Senior Sister Ying has been in love with senior senior brother for a day or two, how could she like... Cough, it's not impossible, just now I saw senior brother Qingmo look over, and now my heart is still pounding Jumping around."

Ling Jingfeng.

Because it is close to the closed peak, there is no one to come and go at this time on weekdays, and the two guide disciples, one fat and one thin, are a little slack, hiding aside and chatting.

"A senior brother went to Lingcheng to do a mission the day before yesterday, and brought me a bag of melon seeds, and I will share half with you when I return to the house later."

"Did you bring peach blossom cakes? I heard that there is a famous peach blossom cake over there a few years ago, but I haven't tried it yet."

"You mean the Liji dim sum shop in Beicheng? It seems to have been closed for several years."

"Really? That's really a pity."

"Which way is the mission hall going?"

The two of them were having a lively chat, when they suddenly heard someone asking, they quickly corrected their appearance and looked around, only to find that it was a strange young man in red, it was Chu Mo.

The skinny disciple was stunned for a moment, then he quickly replied with a smile: "Brother, you are here to hand in the task? The task hall goes straight to the end from the east road, just turn the corner."

Chu Mo nodded, "Thank you."

"Brother, you're welcome."

After Chu Mo left, the thin disciple looked at the fat disciple. Seeing that he was still in a daze, he stomped on his feet, "Wake up, wipe your drool."

The fat disciple let out an "ouch" in pain, and subconsciously raised his hand to wipe his mouth. As expected, his hand was wet, and he laughed awkwardly, "Why is this senior brother so awkward?"

"You pig just remember to eat." The skinny disciple said disgustedly.

The fat disciple subconsciously wanted to refute, but quickly endured it, pulled the skinny disciple's arm, and said: "Good brother, just tell me."

The skinny disciple was also unambiguous, and said directly: "You forgot that half a year ago you threw ten spirit stones at someone, betting that he would not be able to complete the task."

"You say this is Senior Brother Qingmo?" Hearing this, the fat disciple beat his chest and stamped his feet, "Oh, if I had known Senior Brother Qingmo was like this, how could I bet that he would not be able to complete the task? It's all rumors that hurt me!"

Skinny disciple: "..." This guy Ganqing judges his strength by his face.

Chu Mo didn't hear the conversation between the two. He walked straight through the forest road to the east. At the end, he turned left and saw a monument with the word Ling Jingfeng engraved on it. Behind it was a small square. The plaque on the door of his house reads "Ling Xing Tang".

It turns out that the mission hall is called Lingxing hall, but the sect is used to calling it the mission hall, and there are few people called Lingxing hall.

At the moment, there was no one else in the mission hall, only four or five director disciples were chatting and counting the jade slips. As soon as Chu Mo came in, the relaxed atmosphere in the room froze for an instant, and it was the oldest disciple who seemed to be the first to react first. He hurriedly put down the jade slip in his hand and came up to him, "It's Senior Brother Qingmo, right? I'm Qinghang, the head of Xingling Hall. Are you back today?"

"Well, I'll hand in the task." Chu Mo took out a storage bag and put it on the table.

Seeing that Qinghang took the lead, the rest of the disciples were jealous, but they could only secretly hate themselves for being slow, and continued to count the jade slips under him.

The spiritual sense penetrated into the storage bag, and seeing so many inner alchemy, Qinghang let out a wow in surprise, then realized that he had overreacted, and glared at the disciples who had looked over together, "Clean up quickly." Then he turned to Chu Mo smiled, "Senior Brother Qingmo, the number is a bit large, and it may take a while to count. Sit down and have a cup of tea first."

Chu Mo sat down on the chair at the side according to his words, and said: "It's okay, you count slowly."

About half an hour later, Qinghang stood up and said, "Exactly three thousand, Senior Brother Qingmo has worked hard. This is your reward."

Chu Mo took the small box Qinghang handed over, "Thank you."

After Chu Mo left the task hall, all the disciples rushed up.

"Is it true? That's three thousand monsters!"

"How long has it been, but half a year? My God."

"It's really worthy of being that disciple."

"Hurry up and tell Senior Brother Qingyang to go, I won!"

The last disciple who spoke seemed to bet that Chu Mo could complete the task that day.

Qing Hang said displeased: "What are you making all the fuss about? Have you finished counting the tasks?"

These few disciples have lost their souls since Chu Mo came in. How can they remember the counting tasks, and even the counting tasks before were disrupted.

Everything in Linxiao Peak was as usual, and the snow was heavier than usual. As soon as Chu Mo stepped out of the teleportation formation, he saw Chi Wushang standing with his back to the snow, smiling at him and opening his arms, "Welcome back."

Chu Mo threw himself into Chi Wushang's arms, and said with a smile, "I'm back, Master."

Chi Wushang patted Chu Mo on the back, and joked: "You are so grown up, you still need to be hugged by Master."

Hearing this, Chu Mo refused, "Obviously you opened your hand first."

"Yes, yes, I'm thinking about my apprentice for the sake of my master. It's getting dark, let's go home."

The two master and apprentice walked into the wind and snow side by side, talking and laughing all the way, but they didn't seem deserted.

Back in the room, Chu Mo showed Chi Wushang the task reward that Qinghang gave him, "Master, what is this?"

Chi Wushang replied: "Open it and have a look."

Chu Mo didn't move, and looked up at Chi Wushang, "But isn't this Master's thing? I want you to tell me."

Seeing that Chu Mo guessed that it was his own task, Chi Wushang smiled, and pressed Chu Mo's forehead, "Little cunning, figure it out on your own."

Chu Mo was not annoyed by Chi Wushang's refusal. He was just confirming whether the task was really placed in the task hall by Chi Wushang, and he didn't really want him to explain the contents of the box.

He looked at the contents of the box after he got it, and it was a stone.More specifically, it was a sword intent engraved on the stone.

If you talk about what is the most important thing for a sword cultivator, it is undoubtedly the sword intent. Just by looking at the sword intent, you can know what kind of Tao this sword cultivator is cultivating.

It's also thanks to the fact that no one knows what the reward for this mission is, otherwise there would be too many people to accept the mission, and even if no one completes the mission, then Chu Mo might not be able to find so many monsters to kill on the outskirts of the Fairy Trail Forest.

Thinking of this, Chu Mo laughed.

Chi Wushang asked: "What are you thinking? It's so funny."

Chu Mo smiled and said, "I think Master is a narrow-minded ghost."

"Say it again." Chi Wushang raised his hand to hit him.

Chu Mo was not afraid, and repeated with a grin, "I said Master is a narrow-minded ghost, and everyone in the sect has been teased by you."

"What does it have to do with me if they can't complete the task?" Chi Wushang didn't slap the slap in the end, he pinched the soft flesh of Chu Mo's cheek helplessly, and said with a smile, "Go and rest."

After washing, Chu Mo just remembered the bunch of red fruits from the Fairy Zonglin. Seeing that it was getting late, he took it out and put it on the table, planning to ask Chi Wushang tomorrow.

Sitting on the bed, Chu Mo opened the box again, and the palm-sized stone was nothing special, except for a shallow sword mark on it.

The sword marks are very shallow, and at first glance, it seems that they were accidentally scratched, and there is nothing special about them.

Chu Mo held the stone in his palm and looked at it intently. At this glance, it was as if a huge sharp sword was slashing at him head-on. It was a feeling of facing death.

He subconsciously closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, it was just an ordinary dusty little stone.

Rubbing his throbbing temples, Chu Mo put away the stone. He is only practicing Qi cultivation now, and it is not the time to comprehend this sword intent. The most urgent thing is to raise the realm first.

The news of Chu Mo's return to the sect suddenly spread throughout the sect, especially those who participated in the gambling game, it was even more lively and lamented everywhere.

As a banker, Qingyang, who was originally relatively wealthy, became very rich in an instant, and the few people who bet on Chu Mo's ability to complete the task were also full of money and beaming.

Most of the disciples who can enter Tianxuanmen are good-natured, and the game is purely for entertainment, but no one blames Chu Mo, knowing that his vision is not enough, and he underestimated Chu Mo.

It's just that some rumors are unavoidable, regardless of the rumors of ordinary disciples, at this moment in a secret room in Zhuo Xingfeng, several people gathered together, Huang Ying and Yuan Qing were among them, and there were also two inner disciples and one Personal disciples, five people sat in a circle.

An inner disciple said: "Let me say it first, I don't think the villain is original, he may also be a time traveler."

Another direct disciple nodded, "I once heard from Master that in order to reshape the spiritual root of the protagonist, the Supreme Elder fell to at least two small realms."

Huang Ying looked at Yuan Qing, "What do you think?"

Yuan Qing pondered, shook his head and said: "I have been with the protagonist at close range before, and I have listened to him. My understanding is contrary to yours. I think there is nothing wrong with the Supreme Elder. The problem is the protagonist."

Several people looked at Yuan Qing, "What do you say?"

Yuan Qing continued: "He is too smart, he can always avoid the important and ignore the important information, and he doesn't reveal any important information. He doesn't look like a kid in his teens at all."

Huang Ying shook her head and retorted, "I get along with Mo Mo a lot, so I can say that I watched him grow up. He is absolutely fine, but he has suffered too much when he was a child, and he is more mature than ordinary people, so he cannot be a time traveler."

"What about rebirth?" Someone suggested another possibility.

Huang Ying denied this conjecture, "No, I tested him when he was young, and he has no memory of his previous life." She asked Yuan Qing, "Why do you think the Supreme Elder is fine?"