When he returned to his residence on Wu Kong Mountain, it was already late at night.
"But Mo ge, don't blame me for not reminding you. There aren't many people that can completely learn the five elemental spells in the ling plant jade stick. " Fu Jin said seriously, "With Mo ge's [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] at the third level, why don't you buy a water spell jade stick? Don't think this little brother is noisy, I've seen a lot in these years. Now I understand a little, one move, eat all over the world. "
In comparison, planting spells were much more practical. Even if he couldn't learn it all, the more he learned, the more he could plant. There wasn't much in the sect, but there were ling fields that no one planted everywhere. With enough spirit fields, he would be able to grow even more spirit grains and obtain even more Jingshi ….
The shop assistant holding the copper bell cast a spell and lightly shook the copper bell. A clear sound instantly spread out from the copper bell: "This shop sells talismans, all kinds, good and cheap. No matter if you are a lianqi apprentice, or a jindan expert, this shop can satisfy your needs … … "
Zuo Mo briskly paid the jingshi.
Two years ago, the sect leader of Wu Kong Sword Sect had picked up the unconscious Zuo Mo on his way back to the sect and brought him back to the sect. From the moment he woke up, he found that his memories were blank. In these two years, he had thought of all the ways he could, but he couldn't find any traces of memories from two years ago.
Even the most beautiful street would have crossroads. Zuo Mo's eyes were dazed. He was lost.
But he didn't do that. What did he want a sword scripture for? To chop wood?
Zuo Mo painfully threw a piece of first-grade jingshi into the air. A flame bird spread its wings as it dove down from the tree, accurately catching the jingshi and swallowing it.
The other was doing it for his own good. He understood that.
Fu Jin was right. It was more realistic to specialize in one skill.
"Of course, of course!" Fu Jin patted his thin chest and snickered, "If your Mo ge wants it, I don't dare to not do my best!"
Zuo Mo wasn't unfamiliar with the bustling town but he still wasn't used to it. He didn't come here often. If he hadn't bought the flying paper crane, it wouldn't have been easy to come to Dong Fu.
He didn't care about beauty. He cared about another matter.
Under the stars, Zuo Mo's entire body ached as he laid on the roof. His fingers held the jade scroll in front of his eyes, his eyes narrowed, his expression unspeakably satisfied.
After buying the jade sticks, Zuo Mo prepared to return to the mountain. Even though it was a bit tiring to travel at night, but if he spent the night in Dong Fu, he would have to spend money.
He patted his head in frustration and pain.
This was the city that never slept, the most important city of Dong Fu!
"Ever since the famous demon expert Ximo Da was killed, the Xi Shang Sword Sect of the Western Business World wanted to refine his Natal Plume into a Flying Sword. Today, the Flying Sword is finally out of the furnace. An expert from an Equipment Refining Sect estimated that this Gold Feather Sword would reach an astonishing Seventh Grade! Western Shang Sword Gate has gained another powerful weapon! "
The Free Bazaar was like a huge Go board, divided into squares, and each square could accommodate ten Nimble Houses placed side by side, back to back.
"Bloody Sky Metropolis Jie once again erupted into a fierce conflict. Twelve xiuzhe camps were simultaneously attacked by yaomo on a large scale. The fatalities were heavy."
Without the ling grains, Xiao Huang seemed to have become much lighter. Carrying Zuo Mo, it flew in the direction of Wu Kong Mountain.
"Do you want to get into the Yi Word Hui Sword Sect? This training center accepts students all year round, teaching all kinds of beginner scriptures. Senior sword xiu of the Yi Word Hui Sword Sect will personally teach. Guaranteed that you will be able to learn and pass on the first test! What are you hesitating for? Hurry up and enroll! Those who enroll right now can enjoy a fifteen percent discount! "
Whenever his mood was restless, he would open the sound tablet and silently listen. His mood would gradually calm down.
Zuo Mo didn't waste words, "Has the thing I wanted arrived?"
More than half of the jingshi he had on him was gone. Zuo Mo didn't feel much pain. He carefully put the jade stick close to his body. This was a treasure.
Under the starlight, Zuo Mo silently listened. When he had just woken up, this crude sound tablet had helped him gradually understand this world.
The sect contribution points that he had exchanged for ling grains could allow him to obtain a pretty good sword scripture.
"Zhou Ding Sword Sect has discovered a new jie. Currently, they have discovered large amounts of jingshi. Reportedly, there are more than fifteen other sects that have sent out high-level xiuzhe. Also, due to the high number of natives in this jie, some xiuzhe have predicted that this could cause the market price of xiu slaves to fall greatly … … "
The jade stick contained five kinds of five element spells. They were all spells related to farming. Among them was [Little Art of Cloud and Rain]. When he saw this, the rock in his heart landed. Worth it! The description of [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] in the jade stick was more comprehensive and profound than what he had comprehended.
The flame bird circled a few times above his head before flapping in one direction.
Dots of red light fell into the air and then quickly disappeared. Walking through the streets lined with lanterns, silently listening to all kinds of hawking, silently watching the illusions change on the two sides of the street. Thinking about his mood when he opened his eyes two years ago, Zuo Mo became silent.
If it was two shops facing each other, it was possible to see the shop assistants of both sides glaring angrily at each other, the copper bells in their hands ringing rapidly, the eight trigrams silver mirrors flashing rapidly.
Twenty pieces of second-grade jingshi was not a small transaction. Fu Jin's mood became much better, smiling as he said, "If Mo ge can really learn it all, ha, when you become a ling plant farmer, that treatment, ha, don't forget to promote this little brother!"
Zuo Mo said seriously, "Many thanks, Little Brother Fu."
In the Sword River Prefecture, there were many people who planted. Like Wu Kong Sword Sect, about seventy percent of the outer sect disciples would choose farming when choosing missions. The sect would also teach some farming spells. [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] was one of them. But the sect only taught the most basic. Wu Kong Sword Sect was a sword sect. They had many sword scriptures, but the other spells were pitifully few.
What was carved into the copper bell was the Clear Sound Incantation. The sound was calm and neutral, not piercing to the ears. After listening for a long time, it wouldn't cause people's minds to be disturbed.
He found his abnormality. That was his face. A face that was as hard as stone. He was unable to make any expression. The sect leader had said that this could be a rare and strange disease. And because of this face, he wasn't liked by the other shixiong at the start and suffered many grievances.
Zuo Mo grinned, expressionlessly raising his hands, "Thank you, Little Brother Fu. Ling plant farmers need to cultivate at least three spells to the third level. It isn't so easy. "
Sitting up, he reached out and touched his face. The muscles on his face were stiff, hard like wood. This was also why it was hard for him to have any other expression.
But Zuo Mo had his own thoughts.
The Free Bazaar was the place that low level xiuzhe visited the most. The so-called Free Bazaar meant that anyone could set up a stall here to sell goods. They only needed to buy a Ling Long House, pay some fees, and then they could freely sell things. The price of a Ling Long House was much lower than a shop. Usually, it was just the size of a palm when put away. It was very convenient to carry around. Many xiuzhe would buy one to take with them. They didn't need to worry about not having a place to stay when they went out.
The two sides of the street were all similar scenes.
Sighing inside, he shook his head as though he wanted to throw these thoughts out of his mind. He casually picked up the sound tablet beside him and channeled ling energy into it.
The clear cry of the flame bird startled him awake. Seeing the Free Bazaar not far away, his mind instantly became alert. The flame bird circled a few times above his head, and with a streak of red light, it turned and left. Zuo Mo waved his hand at the leaving flame bird.
But he didn't dislike this face. This was one of the only two clues he could find. Maybe one day, this wooden face would remind him.
… …
Zhang Xuan sighed in his heart, and a sorrowful emotion filled his heart.
… …
The sound tablet was one of the most popular talismans in the present xiuzhe world. It was made up of a base and a round jade tablet. It was equipped with formations that could listen to the sound transmissions of large formations. Zuo Mo's sound tablet was the simplest first grade. A square base made of cedar wood, holding up a round jade tablet the size of a palm. After channeling ling energy, the surface of the jade tablet flashed, the colors changing. A melodious sound came out from inside.
Blurred like an illusion, the light moving. Dong Fu in the night was as bright as day.
Damn it, he was lost again!
It was also from that time that he formed the habit of listening to the sound tablet every day.
"This store sells all kinds of high level ling herbs. A thousand year old store, quality guaranteed! All of the medicine in this store has passed the high level medicine master certification of the Tian Xin Medicine Academy! Please do not worry and buy! "
"Oh, Mo ge, you've come!" The store owner was a male about twenty seven or eight years old. He had a pointy head and a rat's head, his eyes moving around. He was called Fu Jin. His talent was average and he didn't have much interest in cultivation. Right now, he was only lianqi third level so he decided to start a business. He was skilled in currying favor and had many connections. He basically had everything. No matter if it was low level talismans or spells, he could get them all.
Zuo Mo quickly found his target.
As he thought, Zuo Mo's mind became clearer and his drowsiness disappeared.
But very quickly, Zuo Mo's eyes were attracted by the little thing in Fu Jin's hand. A green jade piece, about the width of a finger, about two knuckles long. It was a jade stick.
Seeing Zuo Mo persist, Fu Jin didn't say more. He handed the jade stick to him: "The price has been said. Twenty pieces of second grade jingshi."
Who am I … … where is my home … …
The things sold here were much cheaper than normal stores but it required time to find them.
The two sides finished the transaction. Everyone was happy.
But he had forgotten everything!
Finishing, he started to search the little cloth bag at his waist. Zuo Mo's eyes were red as he stared at the little cloth bag at Fu Jin's waist. That little cloth bag was not eye-catching but it was a third grade hundred treasures pouch.
Faint starlight spilled over the yard, reflecting bits of silver light like the cold night mist that slowly rose. Sadness floated into the expressionless eyes of Zuo Mo.
The lanterns on the two sides of the street gave off a bright and gentle light. The cries of ling beasts occasionally came from the sky. The light of flying talismans was even more eye-catching than a meteor shower. The cool night didn't decrease the flow of people, but made it even more lively. All the stores were working hard at this time. The shop assistants were all wearing the same uniform, standing on the left and right of the door, one holding a copper bell, one holding a Bagua silver mirror.
"Free market." Zuo Mo shouted.
They were intelligent, able to understand human speech, and skilled in knowing directions. Many cities used them as road signs. However, this wasn't a free service.
Zuo Mo hurriedly followed behind the flame bird. The flame bird didn't fly very fast. The long tail feathers carried dots of red light, very eye-catching in the night.
But if one could learn five kinds of five element spells, and three of them reached the third level, they could become a ling plant farmer. If [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] hadn't reached the third level, he wouldn't have this idea. But he was able to comprehend the third level of [Little Art of Cloud and Rain]. That meant that his talent in five element spells wasn't bad.
Farming was a deep field of study. Having been an outer sect disciple for two years, Zuo Mo had a deep understanding of this.
The other clue was that recurring dream. Whose voice was that? And what was it telling him not to forget?
The night was like water, the sky dotted with stars. A zombie silently sat on the roof, entranced as he listened to the sound tablet.
"Fifth-grade secret paradise, with a ling spring, five hundred square meters, thick ling energy. No matter if it is raising monsters, or growing ling grains and grasses, guaranteed to have a great harvest! Two million five jingshi, tearful sale, this opportunity cannot be missed, it won't come again! "
Helplessly, Zuo Mo walked to a banyan tree on the side of the street. Raising his face, he saw many little red birds standing on the branches. The little birds were completely red, with long bright red tail feathers. When they flew, they seemed to be dragging a trail of fire behind them. They were called flame birds.
The shop assistant holding the Bagua silver mirror cooperated and cast a spell at the same time. The Bagua silver mirror flashed. Above his head, all kinds of talisman illusions instantly appeared, realistic and moving. And as the sound of the copper bell changed, the illusions above his head also changed. This was Art of Sea Mirage, creating illusions to pass off as real.
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