With the jade pendant in his hand, Zuo Mo arrived at the mouth of the Cold Mist Valley safe and sound.

The mouth of the valley was shrouded in fog, and it was white.

Zuo Mo hesitated for a long time, but still didn't find another way, so he had to walk towards the white mist.

As soon as he entered the mist, the white mist seemed to recognize him, and it parted automatically, revealing a path. He perked up and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and he couldn't help but envy these methods of the sect in his heart. If one day, I can have such magical powers, it will be cool to death.

He couldn't help but be fascinated.

After walking along the misty trail for about half a mile, my eyes suddenly opened up.

The valley floor of about five acres is planted with all kinds of elixirs, they have different colors, and the shapes are also strange, looking from afar, it is like laying a colorful carpet at the bottom of the valley. Dozens of colorful swallowtail butterflies flutter in the meantime, and bees with yellow bodies and black stripes swarm back and forth.

At the bottom of the valley, a silver waterfall poured down from the cliff, rushing like thunder, carrying a thousand momentum, smashing into the deep pool, splashing countless crystal water droplets.

The water vapor and the aroma of various elixirs were mixed together, taking a deep breath, Zuo Mo only felt indescribably comfortable, and he suddenly felt that taking care of Lingtian here did not seem to be as bad as he imagined.

Thinking of Hao Min's advice to rain once a day, Zuo Mo hurriedly pinched the magic trick.

The water vapor pooled from all sides at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually forming a cloud that floated above the medicine field. The magic technique in Zuo Mo's hand changed rapidly, and with a dazzling movement, the clouds began to rain lightly, and the fluttering rain moistened into the medicine field.

The light rain lasted for half an hour before the clouds dissipated. Zuo Mo breathed a sigh of relief, there was plenty of water and gas here, and it saved a lot of effort. He couldn't help but think in his heart, the situation was better than he imagined, and if he worked hard, he could still barely complete the agreements that had been made.

What he needs to pray now is that nothing happens to Yao Tian and that he will wait for Senior Sister Hao Min to come back safely.

Whatever the situation, it is not something he can solve.

If he said that he still had some fantasies before, but at this time he had deeply understood the cruelty of the facts. He is very sensitive to the concentration of aura, and the aura in Cold Mist Valley is quite abundant. With such a treasure land cultivated into a medicinal field, it is conceivable that the level of the elixir planted must not be low.

If something really goes wrong in your hands, I'm afraid ......

He couldn't help but shudder.

Although there were strict prohibitions along the way, there were no prohibitions in the valley, and Zuo Mo explored all the valleys. The waterhole is bottomless, the water is cold to the bone, the sound of the waterfall rushing is really a bit loud, and the sound of the rumbling waterfall echoes throughout the valley.

He squatted into the spiritual field, looking at the elixir one by one, and he had to keep in mind the characteristics of each elixir. He had only planted the Spirit Valley, and he didn't know anything about the elixir, so he could only use the stupid method he was using at the moment. He didn't expect any rewards now, he just hoped that nothing would go wrong in his hands.

There is a random elixir in it, and I can't afford to lose it if I sell it.

He was sure he had never been so attentive.

It wasn't until it was getting dark that he dragged his tired body back to the courtyard. When he saw that the courtyard was in a mess all around, and it was so shattered that he even had the heart to cry.

But at this time, he didn't have the strength to reset the ban, he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to lift his eyelids.

Back in the quiet room, he only had time to inject a little spiritual power into Chaoyin Gui, and he couldn't hold back any longer, so he planted his head on the futon and fell into a deep sleep.

He woke up to the sound played by Oto-kyu.

"The selection for the twenty-third qualifying tournament has been completed, and so far, a total of four thousand two hundred and fifty-three sword cultivators have qualified for the competition. The richness of this reward is the crown of the previous editions, the top 100 will be able to get the four-grade flying sword, and the top ten will be able to get the five-grade flying sword, and the prize for the first place has been determined, named, up to the seven-pin. It is reported that this flying sword, which is the highest-grade flying sword in history, has aroused the interest of the disciples of the Great Gate Sect, including the Peerless Sword Sect and the Solo Sword Sect......"

"Good things, good things, I want it, I want it, I don't have a chance, I don't have a chance, I don't have a chance......"

Zuo Mo got up from the futon heartlessly and hummed a strange tune.

Walking out of the ashram, he began to re-establish the ban, and as for the wall, it would only be rebuilt after a while.

There were smashed bricks everywhere, and he had to clean up the surroundings, otherwise there would be no place to set up a ban. At the level of his seventh level of qi refining, there were many restrictions required to set up a prohibition.

Humming a ditty, he cleared the ruins. This small courtyard was built a long time ago, and the walls were dilapidated, and now they were completely destroyed by Senior Brother Luo Li. Thinking about Senior Brother Luo Li's domineering momentum descending from the sky, Zuo Mo still has some heart palpitations.

Hey, Zuo Mo suddenly stopped and leaned over to pick up something.

A small pink paper crane is much smaller than Zuo Mo's white paper crane, which is very delicate. This is Xiao Qianhe, which is used to pass on the message. However, this thing is not as fast as the flying sword to pass the book, especially if it is a little farther away, it is very inconvenient to use, so most of the users are cultivators below the Jindan stage.

How did you get here?

Zuo Mo unceremoniously dismantled the pink little crane, and then suddenly realized that this was a wishing little crane.

Once upon a time, when cultivators were breaking through the void and searching for the New Realm, they often encountered danger and were trapped. When the trapped cultivators find themselves unable to escape, they will write their wishes and messages for help on Chizuru and let them fly at will. Since there are no imprint markings, no one knows where these little cranes will fly. But the life of a cultivator is long, and even if he is trapped, if he is lucky, he can last a long time.

When the first case of being rescued for making a wish, the wish-making little crane immediately swept the cultivator world. Over time, this has also become a game for some female nuns to distract themselves. They would write their feelings on the wish-making little Chizuru and let them fly out at will, but they left a mark on it. The pickers can rely on the mark on it to make the wish-making Chizuru fly back into their hands.

What is more exciting than an unpredictable and indescribable fate?

Zuo Mo couldn't understand this kind of behavior, in his heart, there were only spars, spirit valleys, and cultivation, and he didn't have any illusory extravagant things like romance.

Dismantled the little crane, revealing several rows of handwriting.

"How hopeful

Carrying a bag

A person goes wandering

In a no-man's land

Hum song

Basking in the sun"

Moaning without illness, Zuo Mo snorted coldly in his heart, and gave a comment that he thought was the most accurate. It's a pity that such a good piece of paper was wasted. Although I don't know what kind of paper this is, but looking at the texture, it is at least not less than three grades.

It is an outrageous waste to use Sanpin paper to make a small thousand cranes.

After the paper is used, it can no longer be used, which is a pity, Zuo Mo thought.

Just as he was about to crumple the powder paper in his hand, he suddenly stopped his movements and tilted his head expressionlessly. After thinking about it, he ran towards the room.

Rushing into the house, looking around, he immediately found what he was looking for.

Bright red thick cinnabar, a wolf's hair.

Mention the wolf's hair, full of cinnabar, shake your wrists, and write down two words in one go.

- "Idiot".

Looking at the bright red dripping that occupied almost the entire powder paper, and the two big characters that were extremely full, Zuo Mohaha laughed, and his heart was full of pride.

His life was intense and fulfilling, and he had no time for sentimentality. He knows the difficulty of survival, and around him, everyone is working hard to survive, for the family, and for the next generation, like an old black head. Although it was very hard and tiring, he did not hate this kind of life, on the contrary, he felt that this was life.

Moaning without illness is only available to those who live a leisurely life and have no motivation to move forward, and Zuo Mo despises this kind of person from the bottom of his heart.

In a happy mood, he hummed a small tune while folding the pink paper into a small crane again.

"Who's stupid, who's stupid, you're stupid, you're stupid......"

Xiao Qianhe left the mark of his master, and after Zuo Mo instilled spiritual power into it, he threw it into the air casually.

The little pink crane flapped its tiny wings and disappeared into the sky.

Zuo Mo's mood became surprisingly good, and he cleaned up the courtyard with great interest, and his feet were a little lighter.

The prohibition was arranged, and it was already past noon, so he ate something indiscriminately and went to the ashram to meditate.

Ordinary outer disciples rarely spend so much time on meditation, and compared to practicing the Dharma, meditation increases cultivation without cost-effectiveness.

Zuo Mo insisted on spending two hours a day on meditation. After discovering the spiritual veins of the ashram, he spent more time meditating each day. Cultivation is fundamental, and this is a truth that every cultivator understands. I have the advantage of spiritual veins, although I am practicing the most ordinary mental method, but the effect is also quite outstanding.

He felt how strict the hierarchy of the cultivator realm was. If he could build a successful foundation, even if he was an outer disciple, Hao Min and Luo Li would definitely not dare to treat themselves like this. Building a foundation is a watershed moment that will directly determine your quality of life.

If you want to get a good life, you can only constantly improve your strength.

He sat for three hours, and when he opened his eyes, his eyes were full of joy.

The eighth layer of the Qi Refining Period!

His unremitting cultivation of the Mind Method finally paid off for him, and he cultivated to the eighth level!

The cultivation of the eighth layer of the Qi Refining Period, looking at the disciples of the entire Outer Sect of the Voidless Sword Sect, would definitely be able to enter the top three.

He stretched out his finger, and a layer of Gengjin aura appeared around his finger. The cultivation has reached a higher level, and the use of the magic method is much easier than before. Zuo Mo, who was very excited, began to release.

As soon as he cast it, he immediately felt the difference. The water vapor gathered much faster than before, and the rain was like a silver thread, and some experiences that he had never experienced before made him savor for a long time.

Suddenly thinking of Yaotian, he woke up suddenly, quickly got up, and rushed out of the yard.

Running to the Cold Mist Valley in one breath, he didn't have time to breathe, so he began to release it, until all the rain was applied once, and the stone hanging in his heart fell to the ground.