MTL - Immortal Mortal-Chapter 3 Just Fangen
Mo Wuji continued to say, "I am also a member of the Northern Qin Dynasty King, even if the throne has not been taken back, my noble title is still there. Do you dare to do a nobleman? Hu Fei, I tell you, five horses That's cheaper for you, and it's also a matter of slashing and crusting."
Hu Fei’s footsteps are one of them. He suddenly remembered even the weakest county king. He fell to the extreme and also had a noble identity. It’s definitely not the city’s ants.
As for the unscrupulous aristocratic identity is not deprived, he Hu Fei is not qualified to know. But there is a little bit of no mistakes, no mistakes, the hands of the nobility, the five horses are also the simplest punishment.
"Wang Shang said with a smile, I just made a joke with you, I can do it for you." Hu Fei understood the consequences of Mo Wuji in the shortest time, a little flattering.
It is not anxious to kill this surname. When he investigates that the other’s title is still not there, he has time.
Mo Wuji did not panic and walked to Hu Fei's side, pinching the sharp knife that Hu Fei had already hanged, and took it in his hands with ease.
A good knife, the knife is in the hands of Mo Wuji, Mo Wuji knows that this knife is very sharp.
After releasing the knife in his hand, Hu Fei subconsciously stepped back a few steps, and this was carefully watched Mo Wuji.
The smoker looked nervously at Mo Wuji and Hu Fei. Even if Mo Wuji took away the knife in the hands of Hu Fei, the smoke was still nervous. As a prostitute around Mo Wuji, she is naturally clear that she is now a civilian, and she is not a nobleman at all.
In other words, Mo Wuji first started Hu Fei, and if Hu Fei killed Mo Wuji, Hu Fei only punishes at most a little money.
Mo Wuji carefully looked at the knife in his hand, and then he looked at Hu Fei, who looked at the eyeballs. "Hu Fei, don't say that I am the identity of the nobility, crushing you. Even if I am not a nobleman, I am The ancestors used to be the status of the king of the county. You dare to move me, and it is enough for you to peel and cramp. You also dare to move the descendants of a county king. Would you not want to take the dignity of my inheritance country under your feet?"
In the end, Mo Wuji is a cold cry.
Hu Fei is thinking about whether Mo Wuji is not a noble, as long as Mo Wuji is not a noble, even if the knife is in the hands of Mo Wuji, he also has a full grasp to kill Mo Wuji. After hearing the words of Mo Wuji, Hu Fei’s thoughts disappeared without a trace, and immediately said, “Wang, the villain really made a joke.”
His heart is also wondering why Mo Wuji has changed so much.
"I am not the king now, let's go, don't let me change my mind." Mo Wuji immediately put Hu Fei's sharp knife in the boot.
"Yes, yes, Mo Shaoye is good." Hu Fei looked at the sharp knife that he had no choice but to take away, and then he retired.
The sharp knife was also accidentally obtained by him. He had been personally attached to it. He did not expect to be taken away today. He said that it is not a pain.
"Young Master, you are not now..." Seeing Hu Fei walking away, the smoker came over and said carefully.
Mo Wuji interrupted the words of the smoker. "I know, let's go back and talk."
The smoke does not remind, Mo Wuji can also guess that he should not be a noble.
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The grocery room where the two lived was very small, and there was only one worn curtain in the middle of the two wooden beds. There is nothing worthwhile at home, and it is clear that there are some valuable things that have been sold by the smokers and replaced with cheap candy to swindle the children.
There was a scratched mirror in front of his bed, and Mo Wuji saw his appearance from the mirror. It is similar to the previous life. The long hair is very dry, but it is neatly packed by the smoke. His face is also slightly pale, much better than the yellow face of the smoke. In addition to a bit tired, the eyebrows and the tall nose make him look like a handsome guy.
"Young Master, I went to the Lujiao to borrow some rice..." As soon as I entered the house, the smoke said. She still has some unfortunate Hu Fei's package of pig's head meat. If it is her, she will definitely not want the sharp knife, but will bring the meat to come over.
"Wait..." Mo Wuji stopped the smoke.
Seeing the smoker looking back at his doubts, Mo Wuji asked, "Smoke, that Hu Fei seems to be martial, much stronger than me. He is a gangster, from where?"
In the memory of Mo Wuji, this world does not seem to be a place where masters fly. He did not study martial arts as a descendant of the county king. Then Hu Fei was a gangster. Why should he learn martial arts?
The smoker’s disdainful expression said, “Thu Fei just learned a few tricks from others. A Fangen, even Kai Ling can’t, what would be martial. I occasionally heard the master say that the grandfather was a builder. Strong."
"What is Kailing?" Mo Wuji eagerly asked, in his memory, in addition to the restoration of the country or the restoration of the country, there is no other memory. Do you think you are wrong? Is this still a place to practice?
When I think of it, Mo Wuyi is eager to get rid of it. If it is really a world of Xian Xia that can be cultivated, he must practice madly and return to the earth one day. He wants to ask her face and why, why.
The smoker is not surprised that he does not know how to open the spirit. She was surprised that the young master did not care about this at all. Why is it so urgent now?
She still said what she knew. "Kingling is to help people with spiritual roots to inspire spiritual roots and open up spiritual networks. Only those who have inspired the roots and opened up the spiritual network can cultivate. I heard that the first time I opened up. The more the network, the better the Linggen qualification."
Mo Wuji immediately heard two questions from the words of the child. To practice first, there must be a spiritual root. Second, we must also inspire the spirituality that we have.
"Smoke, why didn't the lord let me go to open the spirit?" Mo Wuzhi said with some excitement.
The tone of the smoked child is somewhat low. "After the lord came to Raozhou, he had been inherited from the throne of the rushing horse. Later, he knew that things could not be done, and this wanted to let you take the path of cultivation. The master got together to let you measure and open." The money of the spirit, finally detected that you and the lord are the same. Everyone in general can't open up the spirit, and there is no way to cultivate it..."
"What is Fangen?" Mo Wuzhi sinks in his heart and still asks.
Everything about death has been experienced. What else can make him unacceptable?
The smoker can feel the extreme loss of Mo Wuji. She sighed and said, "I heard the master say that the qualification of cultivation determines the achievements of cultivation in the future. Generally speaking, there is no root, it is called root. Waste roots. All Vangen owners are mortal.
Talented people can cultivate, and people with spiritual roots have different levels of spiritual roots. It is divided into low-quality roots, middle-quality roots, high-quality roots and the best spiritual roots. I heard that there are still people whose roots are better than the best. As for what it is, I don’t know. ”
"I turned out to be Fangen..." Mo Wuji couldn't bear the loss of his heart after all. After the child said it, he said it himself.
The smoker comforted, "The young master, even if it is the lord of Chengyu, there are very few people who have the roots. Most people are mortals with only roots, so many mortals can pass very well, we can definitely Very good."
Mo Wuji clenched his fist. "Smoke, I will go find something to do tomorrow. I will save some money and prepare to open the spirit again."
"Ah..." The smoke seemed to be shocked by the decision of Mo Wuji, and then he understood what it means to be unscrupulous. He quickly advised, "Young master, don't want it. The lord was to help the young master to save money." Ling, even if the young master tests it is Fangen, the master still insists on opening the spirit for the young master~www.novelbuddy.com~It’s just that the roots are not open to the spirit. After the failure of the young master’s failure, the master will be sick...”
The smoker said it was very concealed, and Wu Wuji also understood the meaning of the smoke child. If the lord did not want to help him to open the spirit, although he was poor, he might not be sick. It can be seen that the money needed to open a spirit is not a small amount. But Mo Wuji experienced two generations, naturally it is not so simple. Mo Guangyuan did not die early, but he helped him detect the roots and died. It is not necessarily because of illness. It seems that he is going to open the spirit, but also be careful.
"Smoke, you can rest assured, I am sure to make money. Today, you should not go to the road to borrow rice, and tomorrow, I will come to raise you." Mo Wuji went to the side of the smoker and reached out to caress the smoke. Malnourished hair with slightly yellow hair.
The smoke is only a teenager, it is imaginable. When the parents of Mo Xinghe died, how much did she pay for the crazy Mo Xinghe?
Luke is their landlord, and Luke is very caring for them. Lucy is just a widow, and her own life is not very good. I often have to find her to borrow rice, which is also a burden for Lu Ling.
He is also a top biologist. In a place where there is technology, can you be stopped by three meals a day?
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