With the jade pendant in hand, Zuo Mo safely arrived at the entrance of Cold Mist Valley.

  The valley is shrouded in mist, a vast expanse of white.

  Zuo Mo hesitated for half a day but still couldn't find another way, so he gritted his teeth and headed into the white mist.

  As soon as he entered the fog, the white fog seemed to recognize him and automatically parted, revealing a small path. His spirit was lifted, and he secretly let out a sigh of relief, and in his heart, he couldn't help but greatly admire the sect's methods. If one day, he could also have such magical powers, that would be absolutely wonderful.

  He couldn't help but feel a sense of longing and nostalgia.

  Along the misty path, walked about half a mile, suddenly opened up in front of me.

  About five mu of valley bottom are planted with all kinds of spiritual herbs, which have different colors and shapes. From a distance, it looks like a layer of colorful carpet is laid at the bottom of the valley. Dozens of butterflies with colorful tails fly among them, and yellow-bodied black-striped bees come and go in groups.

  At the foot of the mountain valley, a silver waterfall pours down from the cliff wall, rushing like thunder, carrying a thousand pounds of momentum, crashing into the deep pool, splashing countless sparkling water droplets.

  The fragrance of steam and various spiritual medicines mixed together, taking a deep breath, Zuo Mo only felt an indescribable comfort, he suddenly thought that taking care of the spiritual fields didn't seem as bad as he had imagined.

  Remembering Hao Min's reminder to make it rain once a day, Zuomo hurriedly pinched the spell.

  Water vapor gathered from all sides at a visible speed, gradually forming a white cloud that floated above the medicine field. Zuomo's hand seals changed rapidly, and with a dazzling array of movements, the cloud began to drizzle down small rain, and the floating rain threads moistened the medicine field.

  The light rain lasted for half a time, and the cloud cluster dispersed. Zuo Mo let out a breath of relief, here the water vapor is abundant, and using the "Small Cloud Rain Technique" saves a lot of effort. In his heart, he couldn't help but think that the situation was better than he had imagined, and with some hard work, he could barely complete those already agreed upon contracts.

  He now needs to pray that nothing happens to Yatian, and that he can safely wait for Shifu Hao Min's return.

  No matter what the situation is, it's not something he can solve.

  If he had any illusions before, he now deeply understood the cruelty of reality. He was very sensitive to the density of spiritual energy, and Cold Mist Valley's spiritual energy was quite abundant. Such a treasure land cultivated into a medicine field, it can be imagined that the grade of the spiritual medicine planted would not be low.

  If something really goes wrong in one's own hands, I'm afraid...

  He couldn't help but shudder.

  Although the road was heavily guarded, there were no restrictions in the valley. Luo Mo explored the entire valley. The water pool was bottomless and icy cold, the sound of the waterfall was deafening, and the whole valley echoed with the rumbling sound of the waterfall.

  He crouched into the spiritual field, looking at each spiritual herb one by one, he wanted to remember the characteristics of each spiritual herb firmly in his heart. He had only cultivated Spiritual Valley and knew nothing about spiritual herbs, so he could only use this clumsy method. Now he no longer hoped to get any rewards, but only hoped that there would be no mistakes on his own part.

  Even one of these spiritual herbs is worth more than you could afford to pay for yourself.

  He dares to guarantee that he has never been so careful before.

  It wasn't until the sky had darkened that he dragged his extremely weary body back to the small courtyard. When he saw the courtyard in shambles, with the restrictive spells blown to smithereens, he was so grief-stricken that he felt like crying.

  However, at this time he didn't have the strength to reset the seal, he was exhausted to death, and didn't even have the energy to lift his eyelids.

  He returned to his quiet room, only managed to input a bit of spiritual power into Otoya, before he couldn't hold on any longer, and fell asleep soundly on the futon.

  He woke up in the sound of Angui playing.

  "The 23rd [Trial Sword Conference] qualification selection has been completed, and so far, a total of 4,253 swordsmen have obtained the competition qualification. The rewards for this [Trial Sword Conference] are the richest in history, with the top 100 able to obtain a 4th-grade flying sword, and the top 10 able to obtain a 5th-grade flying sword. The first prize has been determined, named [Dianfeng], which is as high as 7th grade. It is said that this [Trial Sword Conference] has the highest grade of flying sword in history, which has aroused the interest of disciples from major sects including Wudang Sword Sect and Suoluo Sword Sect..."

  "What good stuff! I want it, I want it... No chance, no chance..."

  Zuo Mo climbed up from the couch with a lack of energy and hummed a strange tune.

  He walked out of the quiet room and began to reset the ban, as for the surrounding wall, it would only be rebuilt after a period of time.

  Everywhere can be seen the rubble, he also had to clean up the surroundings, otherwise there is no place to set the seal. With his level of refining Qi seven layers, setting a seal requires many restrictive conditions.

  Humming a tune, he cleaned up the broken walls and rubble. This small courtyard was built for many years, the surrounding wall was old and worn out, now it was completely destroyed by Luo Li Shixiong. Thinking of Luo Li Shixiong's majestic and overbearing momentum when he descended from the sky, Zuo Mo still had some palpitations.

  Huh? Zu Mo suddenly stopped in his tracks and bent down to pick up something.

  A small pink paper crane, much smaller than the white paper crane of Zuo Mo, was extremely delicate. This was a Xiao Qian He, used for transmitting books and messages. However, this thing was not as fast as flying sword transmission, especially when the distance was slightly farther, it was very inconvenient to use, so most users were cultivators below the Golden Dan stage.

  How did you end up here?

  Zuo Mo didn't hesitate and unfolded the pink small thousand cranes, suddenly realizing that it was a wishing small thousand cranes.

  Long ago, cultivators who broke through the void and sought new realms would often encounter danger and be trapped. Trapped cultivators, upon discovering they were unable to escape, would write their wishes and pleas for help on small paper cranes and release them randomly. Since there was no identifying mark, no one knew where these small paper cranes would fly to. However, a cultivator's life is long, and even if trapped, with good fortune, they could hold out for a considerable amount of time.

  When the first example of a wish-fulfilling small thousand cranes being rescued appeared, the wish-fulfilling small thousand cranes immediately became popular among practitioners. As time passed, this also became a game for some female practitioners to dispel their emotions. They would write their emotions on the wish-fulfilling small thousand cranes and release them randomly, but leave marks on them. The finder could rely on the marks on it to let the wish-fulfilling small thousand cranes fly back into their hands.

  What can make a girl's heart beat faster than an unpredictable and indescribable fate?

  Zuo Mo couldn't understand this behavior. In his heart, there was only jingshi, linggu, and cultivation. He didn't have even half a point of romantic luxury.

  Open up the small Thousand Cranes, revealing a few rows of elegant handwriting.

  "How I wish"

  Carrying a backpack

  A person goes drifting

  In an uninhabited place

  Humming song

  Basking in the sun

  He grumbled to himself, his heart cold with discontent. He gave a verdict that he thought was the most accurate. What a pity, wasting such good paper. Although I don't know what kind of paper this is, judging from its texture, it's at least third-rate.

  Using three-ply paper to make a thousand cranes is an outrageous waste.

  After using paper notes, they can't be used again, it's really a pity, I don't know what to say.

  Just as he was about to crumple the handkerchief, he suddenly stopped and tilted his head expressionlessly. After a moment's thought, he ran into the room.

  He rushed into the house, looked around and immediately found what he wanted.

  Vermilion ink, a wolf hair brush.

  Pick up the wolf hair brush, dip it in cinnabar ink, flick the wrist and splash, write down two characters with one breath.

  "Idiot".

  Looking at the two big characters that almost filled the entire red paper, extremely full and ripe, Luo Mo couldn't help but burst into laughter, feeling extremely pleased with himself.

  His life was tense and fulfilling, spent in great hardship, with no time to indulge in sentimentality. He knew the difficulty of survival, around him, everyone was struggling for a living, for family, for the next generation, like Lao Hei Tou. Although it was bitter and tiring, he did not dislike this life, on the contrary, he felt that this was what life was all about.

  Complaining without illness, only those who live a leisurely life and have no motivation to move forward will do so. I despise such people from the bottom of my heart.

  He was in a good mood, humming a tune while refolding the pink paper into small cranes.

  "Who's stupid? Who's stupid? You're stupid! You're stupid..."

  The small crane on top still had its master's mark. After Mo poured spiritual energy into it, he casually tossed it into the air.

  The pink little swallow flapped its small wings and disappeared into the sky.

  Zuo Mo's mood became exceptionally good, he was in high spirits as he cleaned the courtyard, his footsteps lightening by several degrees.

  The prohibition was arranged well, and after noon, he ate something hastily and went to the quiet room to meditate.

  Ordinary outer sect disciples rarely spend so much time on meditation, compared to practicing spells, meditation has no cost-effectiveness in increasing cultivation.

  Zuo Mo persisted in spending two hours every day on meditation. After discovering the spiritual vein, he spent even more time meditating each day. Cultivation is fundamental, this is a principle that every cultivator understands. Having a spiritual vein has its advantages, and although he was cultivating the most ordinary mental method, the effect was quite remarkable.

  The hierarchy of the cultivator world is so strict that he feels deeply. If he can successfully build his foundation, even if he is an outer disciple, Hao Min and Luo Li would not dare to treat him like this. Building a foundation is a watershed, it will directly determine your quality of life.

  To get a better life, one must constantly improve their own strength.

  He sat for three hours, and when he opened his eyes, they were filled with joy.

  Refining Qi Period Eighth Layer!

  Persevering in his cultivation of the Heart Method, he finally reaped the rewards and reached the eighth level!

  The cultivation of the eighth layer of the Refining Qi period can definitely rank among the top three among all the outer door disciples of the Wu Kong Sword Sect.

  He stretched out his fingers, secretly operating the formula, a layer of dense golden energy appeared around his fingertips. His cultivation had taken another step forward, and the operation of the formula was much easier than before. Extremely excited, Zuomo began to release the "Small Cloud Rain Formula".

  As soon as he made a move, he immediately felt the difference. The gathering speed of the water vapor was much faster than before, and the rain threads were like silver threads that continued uninterrupted, some unprecedented experiences that made him savor for a long time.

  He suddenly thought of Yatian, he woke up with a start, hastily got up and rushed out of the yard.

  Ran to Cold Mist Valley in one breath, didn't even have time to catch his breath, and began to release the Small Cloud Rain Technique, until he had rained down on everything once, the stone that was hanging precariously over his head finally fell to the ground.

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