After flying for another two hours, one person, one crane and one bag finally reached the base of Dong Fu Mountain. With Goldie's weak flying ability that could only fly close to the ground, it was a delusion to think of flying directly to Dong Fu.
After that, some zhenren came to Sky Moon Jie to start their own sects, gradually forming the scene today.
What couldn't he forget?
"Just to be safe, otherwise, with my body, if you run away, I won't be able to catch up to you." Zuo Mo was still expressionless, his tone still smiling.
"Brother, do you need help?" Zuo Mo's eyes darkened.
"Don't forget!"
Among the outer sect disciples, he was the first to have a steed. Of course, as to whether or not the flying paper crane counted as a steed, that wasn't within Zuo Mo's consideration.
The man's steps were very long, his speed much faster than Goldie's. It only took him an hour to climb up the winding stone steps.
The man instantly panicked, "How can this be, aren't you ruining my business?"
This dream again!
The man's strength was astounding. One hand carrying the three hundred catty bag, the other hand carrying Zuo Mo, he didn't seem strained at all as he spoke.
Thirty pieces of second-grade jingshi, to him, it was a large sum of money.
Couldn't forget?
The paper crane was the size of a palm, made from folded yellow grass paper. There were cinnabar seals drawn on it.
A man with a bare upper body, as strong as a metal tower, came over.
Of the three thousand jie of xiuzhe, Sky Moon Jie wasn't ranked. It was just a little jie, its history just one thousand five hundred years. One thousand five hundred years ago, Tian Yue xianren discovered and took control of this jie. She named it Sky Moon Jie after herself. Tian Yue xianren came from Kun Lun, so Sky Moon Jie naturally became one of the jie governed by Kun Lun Jie.
His figure was like a bamboo pole, the dark blue outer sect disciple robe hanging loosely on his body. In contrast to the smoothness with which he spoke, his face was hard, wooden, and sombre.
Before they reached the mountain pass, Zuo Mo could hear someone shouting from far away. An old man who looked to be in his fifties, dark and skinny, stood in the field. If one didn't look closely, one wouldn't be able to tell that there was a person standing there.
The one with a gray body and a red beak was the Fire Beak Goose. The goose's back was wide and soft. When sitting on it, one would almost not feel any bumps. It could be said to be a supreme enjoyment. The one under one's feet was the Auspicious Cloud. When walking on the cloud, one would feel very free and unrestrained. The silver-white thing floating on the back of the practitioner was the Thunderbolt Wings. The lightning was flowing, and one could come and go as fast as lightning. Do you want to experience the thrill of extreme speed …
Amidst the creaking sounds, he swayed for ten hours. Zuo Mo's zombie face was slightly pale before Dong Fu appeared in the distance.
Who?
In the sky shrouded in mist, Dong Fu was faintly discernible.
Noticing that his colleague was about to come closer, the burly man's heart tightened. He quickly said, "Three Rank-1."
The shop assistant didn't have any intentions of negotiating. Zuo Mo knew that he didn't have any room to bargain and crisply nodded.
Within the mountain gate, outer sect disciples were forbidden to fly. Zuo Mo had cursed this rule countless times in these two years.
Old Black's face lit up, his mouth hurriedly saying, "Good good good! Mo ge's unique skill, I, Old Black, have never seen anyone else use it. "
More than three hundred catties of second-grade ling grains. For a store like this, it was just a small business. Even the shopkeeper was too lazy to come out and greet him, only sending a shop assistant.
Those were places that Zuo Mo wouldn't even dream about. He usually only looked at the meat in his bowl.
He suddenly woke up. Just like usual, his entire body was soaked. The clothes sticking to his body was very uncomfortable. He straightened his body. The stars above his head and the darkness of the night were reminding him that there was still some time before dawn. A gust of night wind blew over, cold.
The most shocking thing was that a thousand-feathered boat slowly swept past his head. The entire boat was like a mountain peak. When it flew over his head, Zuo Mo felt his vision darken. Raising his head, the light of the jinzhi at the bottom of the boat could barely be seen.
Finishing, his fan-like hand reached for the cloth bag on the ground. Zuo Mo shouted, "Wait!"
Zuo Mo's eyes rolled, his face expressionless, "You can see it too. I really don't have the energy."
The streets of Dong Fu were wide. There were many multi-colored and strangely shaped buildings floating in the sky. Those were also shops. However, that was the high-grade business district. Xiuzhe that didn't have a high-grade mount and couldn't fly on a sword couldn't even enter. Some of the high-grade shops were like little islands floating in the air. The flowers and grass were fragrant, the music was melodious.
Carrying three hundred catties of ling grains, he puffed as he walked to the mountain gate. Just as he passed the mountain gate, he threw the cloth bag on his shoulder onto the ground. His entire body collapsed on the ground, panting for breath.
"That's Chi Ye zhenren's traveling palace. You have to be careful. Don't provoke him." The brawny man kindly reminded, "If you see those women wearing white and veils, you have to stay far away. They are all Chi Ye zhenren's beautiful concubines. Their tempers are very arrogant. Many people have offended them and the outcome is terrible! "
Zuo Mo briskly paid two pieces of first-grade jingshi. The brawny man took the jingshi, turned and hurriedly ran down the mountain.
After [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] reached the third level, its effectiveness increased greatly. It could greatly increase the production of ling grains and ling vegetables. Because of this, after he broke through to third grade, his status in the sect had completely changed. His name went from Little Zombie Mo to Mo ge.
He lifted the cloth bag from the ground onto the back of the paper crane.
He habitually exhaled a long breath. It was still early, let's sleep a bit more.
After resting for a while, his strength slightly recovered. He stood up and carefully took out a yellow paper crane from his bosom.
Zuo Mo's zombie face, it was his trademark. At the beginning, everyone kept a respectful distance. But gradually, everyone found that other than his unapproachable face, his temper and personality were all extremely good. So they started to interact more. Two years had passed. Among the outer sect disciples, he was the most popular.
"What is it?"
"Even if I die, I can't forget!"
"What's there to be envious of? Eat strength to eat. Right now, I'm only lianqi fifth level. I can't take many jobs. When I reach the Foundation Establishment stage, I'll be able to take on a lot of work. These days, life isn't easy! "The brawny man couldn't help but sigh.
… …
A strange yet familiar voice seemed to come from the depths of the clouds. Again and again, the echoes were faint, layered on top of each other, lasting for a long time.
In the past, Dong Fu zhenren had chopped off the mountain peak with one blow. Using the half of the mountain peak as the base, he established Dong Fu. Five hundred years had passed. Dong Fu had developed into one of the thirteen major towns of Sky Moon Jie.
He climbed down from the paper crane, unloaded the bag and put away the paper crane. Cracks appeared on the surface of the paper crane. Zuo Mo sighed inside. Did he have to buy another one? This thought made him feel a deep pain in his heart.
Zuo Mo exclaimed: "Kill!" He then said decisively, "Just two. If you want to do it, then do it. If you don't want to, then don't." At this time, if he made a shocked expression, it would be good. But Zuo Mo's zombie face didn't change at all. The atmosphere instantly became strange.
"Xiao Huang, oh Xiao Huang, don't drop the ball at this time."
Halfway up the mountain, Zuo Mo struggled to climb the stone steps, his entire body soaked in sweat. The brawny man said disdainfully: "Your stamina is really lacking." He then urged: "Can you be faster? I still want to do two more jobs today! Based on this speed, it would be pretty good if we could get here by nightfall. "
The paper crane creaked as it struggled to fly to the base of Dong Fu Mountain. Along the way, it was possible to hear the laughter of other people. A thin zombie, sitting on an equally thin paper crane that seemed to be drunk, the scene was laughable.
"Thirty pieces of second-grade jingshi."
Zuo Mo felt like he was a fish that had been scooped out of the water, almost suffocating. He sat down on the stone steps, panting heavily, unable to catch his breath: "I … … I can't … …"
Raising his head to look at Dong Fu that reached into the clouds, and the countless number of stone steps that snaked up. Looking at the bag by his feet, Zuo Mo's calves instantly shook.
Ling energy was put in. The paper crane grew in the wind, slightly larger than a real crane. Thin bamboo was used as a frame, a layer of yellow papyrus pasted on top. The entire body was covered in curvy, tadpole-like cinnabar seals. But the workmanship clearly wasn't very good. Many places that were glued together had rough edges. The grade of the yellow paper was very low. Bits of grass could be seen everywhere.
"It's too fake!" The brawny man twisted his mouth. But looking at the restless people in the surroundings, he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Fine!"
He bared his teeth and moved the bag on his shoulder. His shoulder was aching. The three hundred catties of ling grains on his shoulder almost broke his thin shoulders.
Zuo Mo sat very steadily. He was very experienced. This lowest grade flying paper crane, the most it could bear wasn't four hundred catties. The weight right now was very dangerous. But it was precisely this' weak 'paper crane that caused the other outer court disciples to be incomparably envious.
This price was slightly low, but it was the same at other stores. Unless he could directly provide ten thousand catties of ling grains, then he would have the right to negotiate the price. Subtracting the amount that had to be paid to the sect, three hundred catties of ling grains was the result of a whole year of hard work.
Finishing, the brawny man picked up the bag on the ground. The three hundred catties of luggage was as light as a feather in his hands.
Carrying thirty pieces of second-grade jingshi, walking on the street, Zuo Mo felt that the gazes of the people around him were very much like thieves.
He could recite these advertising messages fluently. However, he could only recite the advertising messages.
This was a store that specialized in buying ling grains. It was a small store. There was a little flag hanging outside the door. On it were two words: ling grains. The formation on the flag could ensure that these two words could be seen from far away at night.
He lay down again.
[Little Art of Cloud and Rain] wasn't a profound spell. Everyone knew it. It was mainly used to make rain for the ling fields. The first level only needed three to five days to learn. The second level, it could be easily reached in one or two years. But starting from the third level, it required personal comprehension. Of all the outer sect disciples of Wu Kong Sword Sect, only Zuo Mo had successfully comprehended it.
"Mo ge, remember to water me. We just made the agreement at the beginning of the month. This year's harvest is on you. "
Helplessly, the brawny man could only make the agreement with Zuo Mo. The other people finally dispersed.
A thin and weak zombie, carrying a cloth bag multiple times larger than his body, struggled to move on the mountain path.
Zuo Mo patted the head of the paper crane. The paper crane wobbled as it slowly left the ground.
Zuo Mo sat as usual, his expression at ease like a peerless zombie. Inside, he was drooling at the steed that flashed past his head – – that was a true steed!
Three first-grade crystals referred to three pieces of first-grade crystal stones.
Zuo Mo was very familiar with Dong Fu. Carrying the bag, after a few turns, he found the place he was looking for.
"You people who cultivate the body, it really makes one envious." Zuo Mo said heartlessly after taking advantage.
"Just two, do we need to make an agreement?" The brawny man muttered disapprovingly.
He clumsily climbed onto the back of the paper crane. The paper crane instantly made the sound of bamboo being bent. His movements instantly froze. After a while, seeing that the paper crane didn't show any signs of collapsing, he released a breath.
Zuo Mo couldn't help but curse again inside. But when he saw the other xiuzhe were also disheveled and scattered, his mood instantly became good.
Zuo Mo wiped the sweat on his forehead, saying: "Won't forget. Don't rush, it's your turn tomorrow! "
Zuo Mo waved his hand, bidding farewell to Old Black.
"How many?" Zuo Mo asked warily, the corner of his eyes scanning the surroundings. Receiving the encouragement from his gaze, the few brawny men sitting at the side stood up.
The creaking sound of bamboo and paper rang out again. The paper crane seemed to be drunk. It flew in a very strange arc, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right. It flew forward along the mountain path with a 'puchi puchi' sound.
The old man's nickname was Old Black, his real name unknown. He was the oldest of the outer sect disciples of Wu Kong Sword Sect.
"Yes! Life isn't easy! " Zuo Mo's heart was filled with sorrow. He suddenly thought of the Thousand Wing Boat he had seen on the road and couldn't help but ask: "Hey, what was the history of that Thousand Wing Boat? I've never seen it before. "
"Let's first make an agreement." Zuo Mo took out a jade scroll.
The brawny man said with annoyance: "Taking your order, I lost big today." Finishing, he picked up Zuo Mo with one hand and put him under his arm. Striding out, he jogged along the stone steps.
Extravagance was really the greatest sin of xiuzhe!
"Life isn't easy!" Zuo Mo looked at the back of the brawny man, expressionless as he sighed from the bottom of his heart.
"That's right. Us little people, going to touch this, that's seeking death." Zuo Mo agreed.
Zuo Mo's [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] did have its merits. The third level of [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] was unique among the outer sect disciples. Just based on this move, he almost took over the job of making rain for all the ling fields in the sect.
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