"Don't forget!"

  "Even in death, I will never forget!"

  ……

  A strange yet familiar voice, as if coming from the depths of the clouds. Repeatedly, echoes drifted away, layered on top of each other, lingering on and on.

  Who?

  Can't forget?

  What can't be forgotten?

  He suddenly woke up. As usual, he was soaked all over, his clothes clinging to his body, feeling very uncomfortable. He sat up straight, the stars above and the dark night reminding him that it was still early before dawn. A gust of night wind blew, cool and refreshing.

  It's this dream again!

  He habitually let out a long sigh, it's still early, might as well sleep some more.

  He lay down again.

  "Brother Mo, remember to water for me. At the beginning of this month, we just signed a contract, and this year's harvest is all up to you."

  Not yet at the mountain pass, from a distance, Lao Mo heard someone shouting. A man who looked about fifty years old, dark and thin, was standing in the field, and if you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't notice that there was a person standing there.

  Old Han is nicknamed Old Black Head, his real name unknown, and he is the oldest among the outer door disciples of the Empty Sword School.

  Zuo Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I won't forget. Don't worry, tomorrow it'll be your turn!"

  He had a body like a bamboo pole, with a cyan-colored outer disciple uniform hanging loosely on his body. In contrast to the smooth tone of his speech was his stiff wooden face, gloomy and somber.

  His zombie-like face was his trademark. At first, everyone kept their distance, but gradually they discovered that apart from his intimidating appearance, he had a great personality and temperament, so people started to interact with him more. Two years passed, and among the outer sect disciples, he unexpectedly became the most popular one.

  Lao Hei Tou's face lit up with joy, and he hastily said: "Great, great! Mo Ge, your special move is unmatched, I've never seen anyone else use it before."

  Zuo Mo's "Cloud Rain Technique" indeed has its merits. The third level of the "Cloud Rain Technique", among the outer sect disciples, is unique. It was precisely by relying on this technique that he almost monopolized all the spiritual plant cultivation and rain summoning tasks in the entire sect.

  【Xiao Yun Yu Jue】is not some profound mantra, everyone can do it, mainly used to give Ling Tian a rain. The first layer only needs three to five days of work to learn. The second layer, with one or two years, can also be easily reached. But from the third layer on, personal enlightenment is needed to practice. In the entire Wu Kong Jian Men outer door disciples, only Zuo Mo was able to successfully comprehend it.

  【Xiao Yunyu Jue】After reaching the third layer, the effect is greatly increased, and the yield of Linggu Valley's spiritual vegetables can be significantly improved. Since then, after he broke through the three products, the status in the door changed dramatically, and the title directly changed from Zombie Xiao Mo to Mo Ge.

  Zuo Mo waved his hand and bid farewell to Lao Hei.

  He shifted his teeth, moved the luggage on his shoulder, and his shoulders ached vaguely. The three hundred kilograms of spiritual valley on his shoulder almost crushed his thin shoulders.

  A frail zombie, carrying a sack of goods several times larger than its own body, struggled to move along the mountain path.

  Carrying three hundred catties of Lingguo, he panted and walked to the mountain gate. As soon as he passed the mountain gate, he threw the cloth bag on his shoulder to the ground, and sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

  After resting for a while, he regained some strength and stood up, carefully taking out a yellowish paper crane from his bosom.

  The paper crane is about the size of a palm, made from yellow rice paper folded into shape, with vermilion sand paintings of talismans on it.

  Input spiritual energy, the paper crane sees wind and becomes larger, its body slightly larger than a real crane. Thin bamboo serves as a frame, on top of which is pasted a layer of yellow grass paper, the entire body painted full of curved vermilion symbols like tadpoles. However, the workmanship is clearly not very good, many bonding places have hairy edges. The grade of the yellow paper is very low, and paper scraps can be seen everywhere.

  Carry the sack of cloth from the ground onto the back of the paper crane.

  Inside the mountain gate, outer sect disciples are forbidden from flying. This rule has been cursed by Zuo Mo countless times in his heart over the past two years.

  Clumsily climbing onto the back of the paper crane, the paper crane suddenly made a creaking sound as the bamboo strips were bent. He froze for a moment, and after a while, seeing that the paper crane did not show any signs of collapse, he let out a sigh of relief.

  "Xiao Huang, Xiao Huang, don't fall apart at this critical moment."

  Zuo Mo patted the paper crane's head, and it swayed back and forth before slowly rising into the air.

  The rustling of the bamboo and paper sounds again, the paper crane flies forward along the mountain road with a strange arc, as if drunk, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes leaning to the left and sometimes tilting to the right.

  Zuo Mo's paper crane was extremely stable, and his experience was rich. This lowest-grade wind-tracing paper crane could withstand a weight of less than four hundred pounds, and the current weight was very dangerous. But this "weak" paper crane still made other outer sect disciples jealous beyond compare.

  Among the outer disciples, he was the first to have a mount. Of course, as for whether the Wind Chaser Paper Crane could be considered a mount or not, that was no longer within Zuo Mo's consideration.

  In the creaking and swaying, after five watches, Zuo Mo's zombie face was somewhat pale, Dong Xuan still a distant sight.

  In the misty and cloudy half sky, Dong floats vaguely visible.

  At that time, Dong Fu Zhenren cut off the mountain peak with one sword and used half of the remaining peak as the base to establish Dong Fu. Five hundred years have passed, and Dong Fu has also developed into one of the thirteen towns in Tianyue Border.

  Three thousand realms, Tianyue Realm is not even ranked, it's just a small realm, and its history is only over 1,500 years old. Over 1,500 years ago, the Tianyue Immortal discovered and took control of this realm, and she named it Tianyue Realm after her own name. The Tianyue Immortal was from Kunlun, so naturally, Tianyue Realm became one of the many realms under the jurisdiction of the Kunlun Territory.

  Later, a number of immortals came to Tianyue Realm one after another to establish their own sects and schools, gradually evolving into the present landscape.

  A paper crane creaked and groaned as it flew laboriously eastward, its shadow falling on the foot of a mountain. Along the way, one could occasionally hear the sound of other people's laughter. A lone, thin ghost sat on a similarly thin, drunken-looking paper crane, making for a comical scene.

  He sat on the left, calm and composed as usual, but in his heart he was drooling at the magnificent steed that had just passed over his head - now that's a real mount!

  The grey body with a red beak is the Fire Beak Goose, its back is wide and soft, sitting on it, you can hardly feel any bumps, it's truly a top-notch experience; that lump trampled underfoot is the Lucky Cloud, treading on clouds as one walks, how free and easy it is; the entire body silver-white floating behind the cultivator's back is the Thunderbolt Wing, lightning flashing, coming and going like electricity, want to experience the thrill of extreme speed?

  He can recite these advertising slogans fluently, but he can only recite advertising slogans.

  The most shocking thing was a thousand-leafed Fuku ship that slowly swept over his head. The whole ship was like a mountain peak, and when it flew over his head, Mo felt a darkness in front of him, and when he looked up, the black hull of the ship blocked out the light, making it faintly visible.

  Luxury is indeed the greatest original sin of the monks!

  Zuo Mo couldn't help but curse again in his heart, however when he saw the other cultivators also fleeing in all directions, his mood suddenly became cheerful.

  Another hour flew by, and the man, the crane, and the pouch finally arrived at the foot of Mount Dongfu. With Xiao Huang's weak flying ability, which could only fly close to the ground, it was a pipe dream to think about flying directly up to Mount Dongfu.

  He climbed down from the paper crane, took off his backpack and put away the paper crane. The surface of the paper crane showed signs of cracking, and Luo Mo sighed in his heart, would he have to buy another one again? This thought made him feel a deep sense of pain.

  He looked up and gazed at the towering Dongfu that pierced the clouds, and the winding stone steps that led up to who-knows-how-many levels. Then he glanced down at the luggage by his feet, and his legs suddenly went weak.

  "Brother, want to help?" Left Mo's eyes dimmed for a moment.

  A half-naked, robust man with a physique like an iron tower approached him.

  "How much?" Zuo Mo asked cautiously, his eyes scanning the surroundings out of the corner. Encouraged by his gaze, several burly men who were sitting on one side stood up.

  Noticing his fellow traveler seemed to be approaching him, the strong man's heart tightened and he hastily said: "San Yipin."

  Three One-Piece is referring to three pieces of One-Piece Crystal Stone.

  "Murder!" Zuo Mo suddenly shouted. Then he said resolutely, "Just two of them, you can do it if you want to, otherwise just forget it." At this time, if someone made a surprised expression, the atmosphere would be perfect, but unfortunately, Zuo Mo's zombie-like face didn't show any change, and the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat eerie.

  "It's too fake!" The strong man curled his lip, but he glanced at the surrounding colleagues who were eager to move, gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay!"

  He finished speaking and his large hands were about to reach for the cloth bag on the ground when Zuo Mo shouted: "Wait!"

  "What's wrong?"

  "First sign the agreement." Zuo Mo took out a jade slip.

  "For just two eggs, what's the point of making a contract?" The sturdy man muttered in disagreement.

  "Just in case, or else I'll be stuck with this board and you'll run off and I won't be able to catch up to you." Zuo Mo's expression remained unchanged, his words still laced with a smile.

  Helpless, the strong man had no choice but to make a deal with Zuo Mo, and only then did the others disperse.

  After doing this, the strong man picked up the luggage on the ground, and the luggage of more than 300 catties was light as nothing in his hands.

  Halfway up the mountain, Mo struggled to climb the stone steps, his whole body drenched in sweat. The strong man looked at him with disdain and said, "Your physical strength is really poor." He then urged, "Can't you go faster? I still want to do two more jobs today! At this speed, it's good if we can arrive before dark."

  Zuo Mo felt like a fish that had been scooped out of the water, almost suffocating. He plopped down on the stone steps, panting heavily, and gasped: "I... I can't take it anymore..."

  "Zhuang Han suddenly became anxious: 'How can this be? Aren't you ruining my business?'"

  Zuo Mo flipped his eyes and expressionlessly said: "You also saw it, I really don't have any strength."

  "Taking your order, I've lost big time today," said the strong man. After finishing speaking, he picked up the luggage with one hand and slung it under his arm, striding quickly along the stone steps.

  "You guys who are good at sports, you're really enviable." Zuo Mo said with a lack of conscience.

  "What's there to envy? Just struggling to make a living. I've only cultivated my Qi to the fifth layer, so I don't have many job opportunities. Once I reach the Foundation Establishment period, I'll have more options. Life isn't easy these days!" The robust man couldn't help but sigh.

  "Ah, life is not easy!" Zuo Mo's heart felt a pang of sympathy. He suddenly thought of the Qian Yu Fu ship he saw on the road and couldn't help but ask: "Hey, where did that Qian Yu Fu ship come from earlier? I've never seen it before."

  "That's Akano Man's mansion, you'd better be careful not to provoke him." The burly man kindly reminded: "You see those women in white clothes and veils, you must keep a respectful distance from them. They are all Akano Man's beauties, with very arrogant temperaments. Many people have offended them and ended up in a terrible situation!"

  Zhuang Han's strength was extremely astonishing. With one hand holding a 300-jin luggage and the other hand holding Zuo Mo, he spoke without any signs of exertion.

  "It's true, we small fries shouldn't go against him, that's asking for trouble." Zuo Mo nodded in agreement.

  Zhuang Han's strides were very large, and his speed was much faster than Xiao Huang. This mountain stone staircase actually only took half a time to climb.

  Zuo Mo quickly paid two top-grade crystal stones, the robust man took the crystal stones and turned around to hastily run down the mountain.

  "Life is not easy!" Zuo Mo gazed at the robust man's back, his face expressionless as he let out a heartfelt sigh.

  Facing east and floating, familiar with the left, shouldering a travel bag, after several turns, I found the place I was looking for.

  This is a store specializing in the purchase of Linggu, a small storefront with a small flag hanging outside the door, on which two characters are written: Linggu. The symbol array on the flag can guarantee that these two characters can be seen from a distance at night.

  Over 300 catties of the two products from Linggu Valley, for a store like this, it's just a small deal. The owner didn't even bother to come out and greet them, only sending an apprentice instead.

  "Thirty pieces of second-grade crystal."

  The fellow didn't have any intention of haggling, and Zuo Mo also knew that he had no room for bargaining, so he nodded very simply.

  The price is a bit low, but it's the same in other stores, unless he can directly provide tens of thousands of kilograms of spiritual grain, he will have the right to bargain. After deducting the quota handed over to the sect, 300 kilograms of spiritual grain is the result of his hard work for a whole year.

  Thirty pieces of second-grade crystal stones were a small fortune for him.

  Carrying thirty second-grade crystal stones, walking on the street, Mo Ze seemed to feel that the eyes of passersby around him were like those of thieves.

  The streets of Dongfu are wide and spacious, with many colorful and peculiarly shaped houses floating in the sky. Those are also shops. However, that is a high-end commercial district, and cultivators without high-grade mounts or flying swords cannot enter. Some high-end shops even resemble small islands floating in mid-air, filled with fragrant flowers and melodious music.

  Those are places where Zuo Mo would never have dared to imagine, he has always only looked at the meat in his own bowl.