How many times the group portrait is spring

Mo Lingyun didn't start planning the itinerary until he had completely entered the southern border. At that time, when Jing Rong asked him to take samples for him, Mo Lingyun was very confused. After calming down, it is natural to plan the route to Changchuanze.

"Master, do you know the way to Changchuan Ze?"

"...I don't know." Jing Rong said that he just said casually at that time that he wanted his apprentice to go out for a walk to relax. Now that the two of them have calmed down, he realized that it was easy for him to go to Changchuan Ze , is just the distance of a magic weapon, but Mo Lingyun is a monk who doesn't even have a foundation, so how dangerous is it to let him go to Changchuan Ze by himself?

"Why don't we go to the other talent station to buy a map first." Mo Lingyun remembered what he had learned in the general studies class, and weighed his package again, "But I heard that the sky is quite dark, so it's not too late. You know if the silver I bring is enough."

"It doesn't matter, your master's storage space is here, there shouldn't be enough." Jing Rong handed him a pendant, and seeing Mo Lingyun took it, he added: "Come in with some spiritual energy and you can open it."

This jade pendant looked average in color, but it was really a magic weapon that carried the storage space. Mo Lingyun was quite curious, and according to Jing Rongyi, he let in a little spiritual energy, so his eyes gradually changed from normal size to squinting. His eyes widened in disbelief.

He thought that the money that Jing Rong had prepared for him was at most a thousand taels of silver, but what the hell are these mountain-like treasures of heaven and earth and gold and silver bars? !

"Isn't that enough?" Seeing Mo Lingyun's delay in speaking, Jing Rong couldn't help wondering if he had picked up the wrong jade pendant. It should be right. Although he only scratched part of the main pendant, he bought a map of the mortal world. Should be no problem, right?

"Master... Did you give me all your wealth?" Mo Lingyun, who had never seen so much money before, trembled. It always shines with the brilliance of money? !

"No..." Jing Rong pursed his lips slightly. He didn't know much about the circulation of money in the world, and he basically didn't use it in places where money was usually used. He threw things from others and the peak master's salary into the storage space casually. Come to think of it, Accumulated over the past few decades, the number should be quite a lot.

Therefore, it is normal for him not to realize that what he allocated is approximately equal to a small sect's savings for many years.

Mo Lingyun, who had suddenly become rich, felt that he now had the confidence to enter a gold-selling cave like Biantiantian. The map of Four Realms and One Ze?Not to mention one, he would buy ten without any pretense.

Facts have proved that don't talk big words, the shopkeeper at Bianyangtian is very good at selling, Mo Lingyun was fooled by him into buying a bunch of messy magic weapons and still thought it made sense, Jing Rong is a man who does not touch common things , also without the slightest sense of being cheated.

After the two of them left the elegantly decorated small building, the young master who was shaking the fan came down from the upstairs. If Mo Lingyun and the others walked later, they would find that they had met this person at the apprenticeship ceremony.

"Master." The shopkeeper bowed respectfully.

"It's done well, I'll give you extra money this month." Shu Huayan closed his fan and smiled. As a black business leader, making money is really a great hobby in his life, and the people under him have also learned well. Look at the level of sales, praise It is not an exaggeration to say that the tongue is brilliant.

However, isn't the one who just came here the eldest disciple of Daoist Rong Xie?

With a detailed map, it is much more convenient for Mo Lingyun to form a plan. The Biantiantian is so expensive that it is worth it. The risk of breaking into the monster's lair.

"It's still going west through southern Xinjiang...it's so far away..." Mo Lingyun thought about the route, and felt that he would not be able to reach the border of southern border after half a year, let alone Changchuanze, who still had to go west.

"You can come back to the sect with me now." Jing Rong said silently.

"No, Master, I really want to go to Changchuan Lake." Mo Lingyun grinned. He knew that Jingrong was for his own good, but Changchuan Lake is a water body, and Changchuan Academy stands on it. It is the real front line of monster control, and it is also the yearning place for many monks to practice and practice.

Mo Lingyun has done a lot of good deeds along the way, repairing plows for farmers in the outskirts of the city, and chasing out a stray dog ​​for an aunt in the east of the city.

Along the way, the lives of ordinary people are very comfortable, and they don’t have the trouble of being attacked by monsters; if it weren’t for Jing Rong’s side, or if the sword in his hand was not heavy, he would have almost forgotten that he is a monk .

"Master, if I don't become a monk, I'll become a knight." Mo Lingyun pulled two pieces of grass by the side of the road to weave grasshoppers, muttering about the impossible.

"Warriors should practice swordsmanship more diligently." Jing Rong didn't directly pour cold water on him. He urged Mo Lingyun to practice swords along the way. Given the condition of Mo Lingyun's meridians, no matter how much spiritual energy he cultivated, it would flow out like a funnel. , but the swordsmanship is different, his is his.

"Master! Here it is for you!" Mo Lingyun wove the grasshopper and stuffed it into Jing Rong's hand, "Next time I'll weave a bamboo dragonfly for you."

With a three-point smile in her clear eyes, she glanced at the scene and then looked to the south, muttering: "As the saying goes, spring rain is as expensive as oil. Looking at the sky, I guess it will rain at night. Hurry up and find an inn to stay."

Jing Rong looked at the grasshopper in his hand, and sincerely admired: "It's really delicate."

"That's not true." Mo Lingyun grinned, "Master, let me tell you, these grasshoppers are easy to sell, three pennies, if you sell them for a dozen, I can provide three meals a day."

"Three meals a day?"

"Well, in the past, if there were more people who bought steamed buns and steamed buns, they could also eat noodles with an egg." Mo Lingyun was full of smiles, without any hint of reminiscing bitterness and sweetness. Perhaps in his eyes, what The way of life is alive.

The journey of the two of them was smooth sailing, and Jing Rong taught him sword skills from time to time. The paper figurine of the sub-soul was not much different from the deity. The biggest problem was that although the sub-soul had the cultivation level of the original Nascent Soul Dzogchen, it did not have the actual ability of the deity. ability to use.

Except for the ability sealed by Jing Rong that can resist Mo Lingyun's catastrophe, this soul paper man is no different from ordinary people; to put it simply, if the theory is perfect, it will be useless if you get started.

In addition, his identity cannot be discovered by ordinary monks, so the two made an appointment. If there are other monks above Gold Core, they will be called friends, not mentors and apprentices.

"There are not many monks who have seen me in this world." Jing Rong pondered.

"What if we are unlucky enough to meet him?" Mo Lingyun gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun and spoke vaguely.

"Look at the good fortune." There are not many people who have seen his true face, and Jing Rong's hat has never been taken off in the presence of others, so it is not so easy to find out his identity.

In the south where the night rain was approaching, even the air was hot and dry. Before Mo Lingyun could find a shop to stay, the drizzle began to fall, casting a layer of haze on the vast world.

Most of the opened umbrellas were tilted towards Jing Rong, and Mo Lingyun walked forward without looking sideways, "This year, the rain is good and there is enough rain, so the farm's harvest will be better."

Jing Rong listened quietly, silently feeling Mo Lingyun's excitement.

Their Xuantianzong is in charge of farming is Wangui Peak, he rarely interacts with that uncle, but in his impression that uncle is proud and precious when he mentions his crops, most of the main and secondary peaks of Wangui Peak are idle The land is planted with crops.

"Do you like crops?" Jing Rong asked.

"I like a good harvest." Mo Lingyun replied.

"Harvest?"

"That way everyone won't have to go hungry."

Jing Rong was silent, he was trapped in the Xuantian sect and he was raised too well. He didn't eat five grains, didn't get involved in the secular world, and stayed with the green mountains and rivers all day long. What he did year after year and day after day was cultivation. The incomparably precious treasures of heaven and earth to others have long since become ordinary to him.

His master taught him to defend the righteous way of the world for the sake of the common people, but he never seems to have integrated into this world.

Mo Lingyun also moved closer to him at this moment as the wind carrying the water vapor blew up the bamboo hat and veil, "Master, be careful of the rain."

"I'm not afraid of fire and water." Jing Rong subconsciously refused.

"But I don't want you to get wet."

The two of them had just found the inn where they were staying, when the rain suddenly became heavier outside the house. Mo Lingyun was all thankful: "Fortunately, it started to rain after we found the inn."

The sound of rain outside the house was noisy, and the lights inside the house were dim. Jing Rong took off his bamboo hat and unconsciously became dazed. His true self is currently in confinement in the Xuantian Sect's forbidden area. Many things about Mo Lingyun have been passed back intermittently. After all, cultivation requires concentration Meditation, Jing Rong's double-mindedness may not be without the danger of going crazy.

However, he has suppressed his own cultivation since he entered the Nascent Soul, and the cultivation that has been suppressed for decades is not so easily shaken.

Jing Rong was distracted here, but Mo Lingyun in the next room had already fallen asleep with the thin quilt in his arms.

Mo Lingyun's breakfast consisted of two steamed buns and a bowl of plain noodles, and he touched a copper coin for a bowl of soy milk. Jing Rong just sat and waited for him to finish eating; Ling Yun responded with a smile: "My master, he has bigu, so he won't eat it."

"Oh, that's it, it turns out to be the fairy head." The shopkeeper cupped his hands at Jing Rong, and continued to make food for other diners.

Living monks are rare, and people respect monks very much. The Dao League jointly established by various cultivation sects and families maintains the order of the world and protects the safety of ordinary people. In addition to the city lord and mayor chosen by itself in each town, the Dao League will also send monks to take care of it. Responsible for the safety of ordinary people.

Monster races spread all over the four realms, and only monks can check and balance them. At the same time, Nanjiang, Changchuanze, and Xuantianzong resisted most of the monster races outside the border. The latter two are the righteous ways that ordinary people can't help but boast about. The backbone is also one of the most powerful forces in the cultivation world.

As for southern Xinjiang?Don't mention it.

When Mo Lingyun was full, he packed some buns and steamed buns, carried them in his hands and walked out of the city with Jing Rong, without directly stuffing them into the storage space.

Although Jing Rong gave him the storage space freely, but Mo Lingyun is aware of the value of the storage artifacts. The storage artifacts with half the building space are equivalent to a small city, and ordinary monks may not necessarily see them in their entire lives. A magic weapon for storing things; even a disciple of a big sect like Jing Rong can easily give him this magic weapon for storing things that is priceless.