Mo Wuji continued unhurriedly, "I am still a descendant of the Northern Qin Prefecture King. Even if I have not regained my throne, I still have my noble title. You dare to lay your hands on a noble? Hu Fei, let me tell you, tearing your body apart by five horses is already letting you off lightly. Even a thousand cuts and peeling off your skin and tendons would be easy for you. "
Hu Fei's footsteps paused. He suddenly remembered that even the weakest of the Regional Princes would still have the status of a noble even if they were in dire straits. They were not people that a commoner like him could touch.
As for whether Mo Wuji's noble title had been taken away, Hu Fei did not have the right to know. However, there was one thing that Mo Wuji was right about. Tearing one's body apart by five horses was the simplest punishment.
"Your Majesty must be joking. I was only joking with you. How could I lay my hands on you?" Hu Fei said flatteringly as he understood the consequences of attacking Mo Wuji in the shortest time possible.
He was not in a hurry to get rid of this Mo Wuji. He just had to find out whether Mo Wuji still had his noble title. He, Hu Fei, had all the time in the world.
Mo Wuji calmly walked to Hu Fei's side, grabbed the knife that Hu Fei had dropped, and easily pulled it out of his hands.
Good dagger. The moment the dagger was in Mo Wuji's hand, Mo Wuji knew that it was very sharp.
After letting go of the dagger in his hand, Hu Fei subconsciously took a few steps back and looked at Mo Wuji cautiously.
Yan'Er looked at Mo Wuji and Hu Fei nervously. Even though Mo Wuji had taken away Hu Fei's dagger, Yan'Er was still very nervous. As Mo Wuji's servant girl, she naturally knew that Mo Wuji was a commoner and not a noble.
In other words, Mo Wuji had attacked Hu Fei first. If Hu Fei had killed Mo Wuji, Hu Fei would at most be fined a small sum of money.
Mo Wuji looked at the dagger in his hand carefully, then looked at Hu Fei, who was rolling his eyes, and said, "Hu Fei, don't say that I can kill you just because I'm a noble. Even if I'm not a noble, my ancestor was once a prefecture king. If you dare to touch me, I will skin you alive. If you dare to touch a descendant of a prefecture king, wouldn't you be trampling on the dignity of my Cheng Yu State? "
At the end, Mo Wuji snorted coldly.
Hu Fei was still wondering if Mo Wuji was a noble. As long as Mo Wuji was not a noble, even if the blade was in Mo Wuji's hands, he was confident that he could kill Mo Wuji. After hearing Mo Wuji's words, Hu Fei's last thought disappeared without a trace. He immediately said, "Your Majesty, I was just joking."
In his heart, he was also wondering why Mo Wuji had changed so much.
"I'm no longer the king. Scram, don't make me change my mind." Mo Wuji casually stuck Hu Fei's knife into his boot.
"Yes, yes. Young Master Mo, have a safe trip." Hu Fei looked at Mo Wuji with heartache as he kept his dagger before retreating.
He had obtained that sharp knife by chance and kept it close to his body. He did not expect that it would be taken away today. It would be a lie to say that he did not feel heartache.
"Young Master, aren't you …" Seeing Hu Fei walk away, Yan 'Er walked over and asked carefully.
Mo Wuji interrupted Yan 'Er's words, "I know, let's go back first."
Even without Yan 'Er's reminder, Mo Wuji could guess that he was not a noble.
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The room that the two of them stayed in was very small. The two wooden beds were separated by a tattered curtain. There was nothing valuable in the house. Mo Wuji was clear that Yan 'Er had sold off the slightly valuable items in exchange for some cheap candies to trick the children.
In front of his bed, there was a slightly scratched mirror. Mo Wuji looked at himself in the mirror. It was similar to his previous life. His long hair was very dry, but it was neatly combed by Yan 'Er. His face was also slightly pale, but it was much better than Yan 'Er's sallow and emaciated face. Other than his tired eyes, his straight eyebrows and high nose made him look like a handsome guy.
"Young Master, I'll go to Aunt Lu's house to borrow some rice …" Yan 'Er said the moment she entered the house. She also felt that it was a pity for Hu Fei's bag of pig head meat. If it was her, she would definitely not take the knife, but the bag of meat.
"Wait …" Mo Wuji called out to Yan 'Er.
Seeing Yan 'Er turn to look at him in confusion, Mo Wuji asked, "Yan' Er, that Hu Fei seems to know martial arts. He's much stronger than me. He's just a hooligan, where did he learn it from? "
In Mo Wuji's memory, this world was not a place filled with experts. As the descendant of a prefecture king, he did not learn martial arts. What right did a hooligan like Hu Fei have to learn martial arts?
Yan 'Er showed a disdainful expression and said, "That Hu Fei only learned a few moves from others. He's just a mortal root, and can't even open his spirit. How can he be considered to know martial arts? I've heard from the old master that Great Grandfather was a Spirit Building expert. "
"What is opening the spirit?" Mo Wuji asked anxiously. In his memory, other than the restoration of his country, there were no other memories. Could it be that he was wrong? Was this a place where one could cultivate?
As he thought of this, Mo Wuji's heart was filled with passion. If this was a Xianxia world where one could cultivate, he must cultivate like crazy, so that one day he could return to Earth. He wanted to ask her why, in front of her face.
Yan 'Er was not surprised that Mo Wuji did not know about opening the spirit. She was surprised that her young master did not care about these things before, so why was he so anxious now?
She still said what she knew, "Opening the spirit is to help people with spiritual roots to stimulate their spiritual roots and open their spirit channels. Only those who have stimulated their spiritual roots and opened their spirit channels can cultivate. I've heard that the more spirit channels they open, the better the quality of their spiritual roots. "
Mo Wuji immediately heard two problems from Yan 'Er's words. To cultivate, one must first have spiritual roots. Secondly, one must stimulate the spirit channels in one's body.
"Yan 'Er, why didn't the old master let me open the spirit?" Mo Wuji asked with a slightly agitated tone.
Yan 'Er's tone became a little depressed, "Ever since the old master came to Rao Zhou, he has been busy with the succession of the throne. Later on, he found out that it was impossible, so he wanted you to walk the path of cultivation. The old master gathered the money for you to test and open the spirit, and in the end, he found out that you are the same as the old master, with mortal roots. Under normal circumstances, mortal roots cannot open spirit channels, so there is no way to cultivate … "
"What are mortal roots?" Mo Wuji's heart sank, but he still asked.
He had already experienced death, so what else could he not accept?
Yan 'Er could feel Mo Wuji's extreme disappointment, and she sighed in her heart, "I heard the old master say that the quality of cultivation determines one's future achievements in cultivation. Generally speaking, those without spiritual roots are mortal roots, also known as waste roots. All those with mortal roots are mortals.
Only those with Spiritual Roots could cultivate, and those with Spiritual Roots had different levels of Spiritual Roots. They were divided into low-grade, mid-grade, high-grade, and supreme-grade Spirit Roots. I've heard that there are people with spiritual roots that are even better than the supreme grade, but as for what they are, I have no idea. "
"So I only have mortal roots …" Mo Wuji could not bear the disappointment in his heart, and after Yan 'Er finished, he said it in a self-deprecating manner.
Yan 'Er comforted him, "Young master, even in Cheng Yu State, there are very few people with spiritual roots. Most of them are mortals with mortal roots, and if so many mortals can live well, we can definitely live well too. "
Mo Wuji clenched his fist, "Yan 'Er, tomorrow I will find something to do. I want to save up some money, and prepare to open my spirit again. "
"Ah …" Yan 'Er seemed to be shocked by Mo Wuji's decision, but she immediately understood what Mo Wuji meant, and hurriedly advised, "Young master, please don't. Back then, the old master wanted to save up money to help young master open his spirit. Even though young master tested to have mortal roots, the old master still insisted on helping young master open his spirit, but mortal roots cannot open spirit channels. Not long after young master failed to open his spirit, the old master died of illness … "
Yan 'Er's words were vague, but Mo Wuji understood what she meant. Back then, if the old master did not help him open his spirit, even though he was poor, he might not have died of illness. Clearly, the amount of money needed to open the spirit was not a small amount. But Mo Wuji had experienced two lives, and naturally was not as naive as Yan 'Er. Mo Guangyuan did not die early, nor late, he died right after helping him test his spiritual roots, and it might not be as simple as dying of illness. From the looks of it, even if he wanted to open his spirit, he had to be careful.
"Yan 'Er, don't worry, I have confidence in earning money. Don't go to Aunt Lu's house to borrow rice today, from tomorrow onwards, I will take care of you. "Mo Wuji walked to Yan 'Er's side, and reached out to stroke Yan' Er's malnourished, slightly yellow hair.
Yan 'Er was only in her teens, so one could imagine how much she had to pay to take care of the crazy Mo Xinghe after his parents passed away.
Aunt Lu was their landlord, and she had already taken good care of them. Aunt Lu was just a widow, and she did not have a good life either. She often had to borrow rice from her, and to Aunt Lu, this was also a burden.
Mo Wuji was after all a top biologist, and in a place with technology, how could he be stopped by having three meals a day?
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