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  "You two, don't you have your own flying devices? Why do you need to squeeze in here with me?" Mo Qingchen looked at the four limbs splayed out and completely ungraceful Mei Liao Luo who was leaning against the side of her large bowl, and Duan Qingge who was leaning against the wall with a faint smile, and asked speechlessly.

  Mo Ling fell silent for a moment, then looked at her with a smile: "Our flying sword is just an ordinary toy, how can it compare to your comfort, nestled in the bowl, where the wind cannot blow and the sun cannot shine? Isn't that right, Duan Shijie?"

  Duan Qing smiled and said: "Yes, Qingchen Shimei, to be honest with you, when I stood on that flying sword, I always felt dizzy and was afraid of falling off."

  Mo Qingchen curled up the corner of his mouth: "You're all talking nonsense, I don't believe that as a true disciple of Ruoxue, you can't even take out a decent magic weapon."

  Mo Lian's eyes fell and he said with a hint of sadness, "Yes, but it's not a flying device. This one is good though, it can both fly and defend. Is this the gift that Guang Zhenren gave you as a meeting present?"

  Mo Qingchen paused for a moment and then nodded, although this greeting was a bit early.

  "Huh? That's not right, Qingchen Shimei. I remember you already had this artifact to defend against enemies when you went to the secret realm back then?" Duan Qingge interjected.

  Mo Qingchen hesitated for a moment, and under the inquiry of the two, he simply told about his acquaintance with He Guang Zhenren in his early years.

  "No wonder Hei Guang Zhen Ren accepted you as a disciple, it turns out that they knew each other long ago. It's really fate that brought you two together!" Mo Tuo Luo said in disbelief.

  Mo Lian's words were originally unintentional, but when they fell into Mo Qingchen's ears, his face turned red.

  Duan Qingge, who had been listening with a faint smile, suddenly froze. She and Mo Qingchen were deeply acquainted, but she had never seen her reveal such a daughterly attitude before. Could it be...

  Thinking of her and Kazuma's master-disciple relationship, she was shocked in her heart.

  The three of them were traveling out and didn't have any specific goals. They simply let the big bowl float aimlessly in mid-air, anyway, there was a transparent protective cover on the mouth of the bowl, from which they could see outside. But from the outside, no one could see what was going on inside.

  Traveling, the three of them sat in a bowl exchanging and cultivating their experiences. They talked about some girl's heart matters, except for Mo Qingchen who needed to control flying instruments. The other two could still meditate and cultivate, and in the blink of an eye more than ten days had passed.

  "Qingchen Shimei, there's a small town over there, why don't we go take a look?" Duan Qingge said, his head popping out from behind the bowl.

  "Good." Mo Qingchen said as he manipulated the Qinghua porcelain bowl to descend.

  Mo Lian hurriedly said: "Wait a minute, aren't you going to change clothes?"

  Mo Qingchu and the other person lowered their heads to look at the blue Taoist robes they were wearing.

  "With this getup, anyone can tell we're from the Yao Guang Sect at a glance. Since we're traveling outside, why not dress as wandering cultivators instead?" Mo Liu said.

  She said as she changed into a red skirt and took off her green robe, then untied her hair knot and tied it up high, hanging a red agate on her earlobe, in an instant the whole person became bright and beautiful.

  Mo Lian was originally that kind of beauty, as beautiful as a peach blossom and as cold as frost. On ordinary days, she wore a green robe and didn't feel anything special, but now with this dress, although it's just a simple red skirt, from head to toe, except for the earrings, there is no extra ornament, yet it gives people a kind of charm that can move even the most unfeeling person.

  Duan Qingge also changed into a blue skirt and altered her Daoist headdress to the ordinary hairstyle of a female cultivator.

  Jianmo Qingchen was motionless, suspended in mid-air. The two of them looked over.

  Mo Qingchen wiped the sweat from her face and said: "I don't have any other clothes."

  Mo Lian fell into a stunned silence: "You actually only have a Daoist robe! You... are you really a woman?"

  Mo Qingchen rolled her eyes and said, "I'm not as lucky as you guys. It's said that every year, the Si Yi Fang will send new clothes to female cultivators above the foundation-building stage of Ruoshui Peak."

  Seeing her so confident and self-righteous, Mo Lian couldn't help but shake his head. He looked her up and down a few times before pulling out a set of clothes from his storage bag: "Hurry up and change."

  This is a white skirt shirt, but the hem is embroidered with sparse green bamboo, instantly adding some elegance and reducing a few points of plainness.

  Mo Qingchen spent his days with bamboo as his companion, and when he saw it, he liked it and changed into it directly.

  Mo Lian fell into laughter and said, "I was saying that this attire I'm wearing is too celestial, not matching at all. Now it seems, Qing Chen Shifu you're wearing it is quite fitting."

  Mo Qingchen swept his thick bangs in front of his forehead, and just as he was about to speak, Mo Qingchen preempted him by saying: "Mister Mo's sister, let's leave it at that, hurry up and go down."

  She hastily braided her long hair into a braid, then jumped down first, thinking to herself that indeed too many women together would only discuss clothes and spend so much time on it.

  In fact, she was wronged by Mo Liuluo. Compared to most female cultivators, she didn't pay much attention to this aspect, but it had been too long since she changed her clothes and was in front of someone with a discerning eye, so she showed a bit more feminine charm.

  Outside the village, several monks saw a large celadon bowl slowly descending from the air, and their faces changed color as they looked up in curiosity and awe.

  To know that at least a Foundation Establishment cultivator can control flying artifacts, but it's rare to see a Foundation Establishment cultivator walking outside.

  Then these people found that three women jumped out of the bowl, extremely young, among whom a white-shirted woman who looked like she was only seventeen or eighteen years old raised her hand and put away the magic weapon.

  Mo Qingchu and the other two looked around, and the invisible pressure of the foundation-building cultivators came.

  Everyone's face changed, and they all bowed down, saying: "We've seen the senior."

  Mo Qing dust nodded slightly, Duan Qing Ge smiled faintly, while Mo Liao Luo walked straight past with an unchanged expression, as if those people were invisible.

  Mo Qingchen knew that this ink artist sister was usually very good to her fellow sisters, but she was particularly cold and distant towards men.

  Until the three of them entered the town, those people had not dispersed and were discussing it in an uproar.

  "What's with those three women? They're all at the Foundation Establishment stage!" one of them said.

  Another person followed and said: "Yes, so young and beautiful, tsk tsk."

  Suddenly a stern voice shouted: "Still not shutting your mouth, are you looking to die?!"

  "Brother Li, what's wrong with you all of a sudden?" the other person asked in puzzlement.

  The man known as Li Brother cursed, "You really don't know how to appreciate things! Those three women are not just looking young, they are indeed very young, especially the one in white clothes, she's probably not even thirty years old!"

  "Ah!" The people around gasped in unison. Book lovers also like to read:

  One of them said: "Can't be, if you don't reach the foundation before thirty, wouldn't that make you a genius? Isn't it said that female cultivators usually take Beauty Retention Pills?"

  The person known as Li Brother sneered, "As expected, your vision is shallow. Among us loose cultivators, those who built their foundation before the age of thirty are rare, but in those famous sects, they're not uncommon. Moreover, although we cultivators age slowly and have the Rejuvenating Pellet to consume, our true age can't be hidden just by appearance. In any case, those three women aren't people we can afford to offend, so be more careful with your words."

  Several people had not yet dispersed when they suddenly saw several colorful lights flashing across the horizon, followed by a few female cultivators jumping down. As they looked around, it turned out that each and every one of them was also at the foundation-building stage.

  As these several female cultivators entered the small town, one of the cultivators suddenly shouted: "I know! They must be female cultivators from the Huixiang Sect!"

  As soon as this was said, several people looked at each other and quietly left without even entering the town.

  Later, several female cultivators entered the town, all of whom were dusty and exhausted. One of them, a woman in purple clothes, said: "There is a hidden contact point of our sect here, let's go there to take the transmission array, as long as we return to the sect it will be fine, you guys hold on a bit, oh right, don't let this girl run away!"

  "Got it, Senior Sister." The other three female cultivators also nodded in agreement.

  If one observes carefully, it will be discovered that the colorful-clothed woman who has not spoken up yet actually has her hands tied behind her back.

  Mo Qingchu and the other two walked through the small town, which was entirely composed of cultivators. Cultivators could be seen coming and going everywhere, dressed in different attire, with most of them being in the Qi Refining stage or later stages. Occasionally, a Foundation Building cultivator could be spotted.

  On both sides of the road were various shops, all selling things that cultivators needed. The three of them strolled around casually and found some items that weren't expensive but were rare in the Yao Guang Sect, so they bought them on a whim.

  It just so happened that all three of them were women and all in their foundational period, which caused the people around them to keep stealing glances.

  "Two senior sisters, let's leave instead, book fans still like to read:" Mo Qingchen said in a low voice.

  She spent most of her time in quiet cultivation, not like Mo Yu who was a disciple of the Dan Sect from the very beginning, and was highly respected within the sect. Nor was she like Duan Qingge, who had been pursued by countless male cultivators after returning from the Secret Realm of Worry-Free Valley, and had long been accustomed to people's attention.

  "Hmm." The two replied, this was just an ordinary small town, and apart from buying some local specialties, it didn't seem necessary to linger.

  Mo Liao swept a glance at the map and said, "This town is thousands of miles south of the Fang Zhu mountain range. If we go further forward, it will be within the sphere of influence of the He Huan sect. I have never had a good impression of that school. Why don't we head southeast instead? That place is close to the Eastern Ten Continents, and who knows what kind of resources we might need."

  Mo Qingchen has never had a sense of direction, so he naturally doesn't have an opinion.

  Three people made a decision and wanted to leave, Mo Qingchen's eyes narrowed, and five female cultivators walked towards them. Each of them had built their foundation, which was not surprising, but the colorful-clothed woman in the middle, supported by several female cultivators, turned out to be Liu Lingzhi!

  At this reminder, Mo Qingchen suddenly realized the situation, and Liu Lingzhi's icy expression was tinged with despair and numbness, and she was actually tied up by them!

  The few women who came over were also stunned when they saw Mo Qingchen and the other two, after all, in a small town like this, it was rare to see so many female cultivators at the foundation-building stage.

  Liu Lingzhi seemed not to have seen him, her face still with that expression.

  At this moment, several spiritual power fluctuations came over, and the purple-robed female cultivator's face changed suddenly. She threw an object at Mo Qingchen and the others, saying: "Three fellow sisters, take the thing and leave quickly, we'll hold off the enemy!"

  After they finished speaking, the few women ran in one direction. Mo Qingchen's divine sense passed over them, but he felt that the original spiritual power fluctuations were approaching their direction.

  Looking at the storage bag in her hand, Mo Qingchen's face turned cold. She wasn't a fool, of course she knew she was being framed!