Chapter 194 Practice

"Wang Mo, this woman..."

After Fazhilin left, Xiaolong came to his head and whispered, fearing that the woman could hear everything with the wind.

"This woman's temper is a little strange, but the means seem to be superb."

"Super?" Xiaolong blinked his eyes and was very dissatisfied, "What's wrong with this woman? I don't think her magic is special at all. Her strength is just in the late stage of Lianding. It's much worse than those immortals!"

Wang Mo shook his head and said, "Little guy, you don't understand! I think this woman seems to have some kind of powerful power in her body, which is far from what I can understand. Her strength is in the late stage of Lianding, but it doesn't mean that it must be in the late stage of Lianding.

"What?" Xiaolong's mouth opened into an O-shaped shape and stared at Wang Mo incredibly. He felt that Wang Mo was joking with him, but looking at him so seriously, it was definitely not a joke.

Wang Mo shook his head and continued, "Don't you find it? In our chat just now, she was able to break through the divine consciousness to perceive. What kind of means is that? I dare say that those immortal-level figures on that day were not so capable, but she did. Does she have this kind of talent or her cultivation? Xiaolong, which of these two do you think you will believe?

Xiaolong pulled his forehead, thought hard, and whined, "The latter is more reliable. I am also a talented and magical family, but I don't have a glimpse of the mind. This magic is very strange and a taboo. It can never be possessed among practitioners at the bottom stage. This is also a law!"

"Yes, so I dare say that this woman is far from as simple as it seems."

Wang Mo meditated.

Suddenly, he stood up, stretched out his confinement, and said lightly, "Forget, what are you thinking about? I just need to complete my task."

Xiaolong blinked and said, "Wang Mo, do you think your task has been completed? Looking at her now, you have to practice here. I'm afraid it's very difficult to go out.

Wang Mo was stunned and immediately shook his head helplessly: "You're right. It's really not easy to leave here and go to Chuxian Pavilion."

"What are you going to do in Chuxian Pavilion?"

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded from behind. Wang Mo was shocked and quickly turned around and arched his hand and said, "Disciple, meet Master."

This made Wang Mo depressed. Fa Zhilin just left, why did she turn back?

Now she heard her words, and I don't know what trouble will happen.

Fa Zhilin glanced at Wang Mo and Xiaolong and said coldly, "Although I recognize you as a disciple, I don't allow anyone to do something shady under my eyes. Do you understand? Don't make me angry!"

As she spoke, she snorted coldly and immediately turned into a virtual shadow and disappeared. It was really traceless and unpredictable.

"Wow..." He exhaled sullenly, and Wang Mo could only sit down cross-legged and practice quietly.

The sign was discovered by Fa Zhilin. He must keep himself in peace these days and resolutely must not have any accidents, otherwise he will die. This kind of person who can't even explain his strength is really terrible.

So, under this lesson, Wang Mo began to practice peacefully. At least he felt that the realm of his early days of god cultivation has been much more stable, and even if he continues to practice, he can be promoted to the middle period of god cultivation, which is absolutely good for him. Things.

At the same time, Wang Mo also went to her every day according to Fa Zhilin's intention, but to his surprise that Wang Mo found that Fa Zhilin was basically not practicing, and he didn't know how she practiced every time she appeared. Fa Zhilin tasted tea, looked at paintings in the bamboo house, and sometimes painted a few paintings.

Although Wang Mo was curious, he did not ask, but the market moved more to her. Today, Fajilin is making flower arrangements.

A flower of different colors constantly changes its shape and style in her hand and puts it in the flower pot, forming a cluster of colorful flower pot landscapes, which is very eye-catching.

Wang Mo saw the flower pot on the left at first glance. In the middle are several lilies, and there are some blue roses on the edge, surrounded by a circle of green branches, and a little white jasmine is inlaid in it, which is very eye-catching, setting off the lily blue rose in the middle, giving people infinite reverie.

These Wang Mo find it incredible.

Curious, Wang Mo didn't look at it more. He is not interested in flowers and plants, which are mostly things that women like. He bowed and said, "My disciple came to say good to the master."

Fazhilin was still in Tao Teng's own flowers and ignored Wang Mo. Wang Mo didn't say anything. He still maintained that posture and stood, which made the little dragon on Wang Mo's shoulder a little dissatisfied. However, Wang Mo didn't say anything. He was just noisy and dared not speak. After all, the last conversation made him feel the law. Zhilin is terrible.

It lasted half an hour before Fa Zhilin put away the flowers in her hand, slowly got up, and walked to Wang Mo: "Yes, I have a good heart. Let's get up!"

After half a month of conversation, the relationship between Wang Mo and Fa Zhilin is also slightly harmonious. Wang Mo feels that although this Fa Zhilin is strict, she has unique opinions in some aspects of practice. Sometimes she has questions, but she is not as stingy as some elders. She doesn't like to speak bluntly and always hides it. What is hidden? She is directly and secreted. As for how much you can understand, it depends on your creation.

Fazhilin's personality is very suitable for Wang Mo, so he gradually respects Fazhilin.

Fai Zhilin said slowly, "Actually, I used to have a disciple, but he couldn't stand my temper and left. Ha ha, I didn't expect that there was finally someone who could stand me.

Fazhilin said, looking a little haggard, which made Wang Mo, who had always thought she was very tricky and strange, feel incredible.

"What on earth is this woman trying to say?"

Wang Mo was curious, but he heard Fa Zhilin continue to say, "At first, I was not optimistic about you, because your cultivation was really low, but now, I look at you with new eyes. It's okay to have a low cultivation. You can practice, but a bad mood is a terrible thing.

Wang Mo's heart moved, listened carefully, and his expression moved slightly. The other party said that her cultivation was too low, but she was only in the late stage. It seems that this woman's cultivation has been hidden all the time.

"You have come here these days to say good. You must have seen a lot of things. Do you know why I want to arrange flowers and trees?"

"Disciples don't know."

Fazhilin smiled and said, "This is a way to cultivate the mood. Improving the mood is of great benefit to your cultivation. The mood has improved, and many levels of practice can be solved easily. Do you understand?"

"Master, do you test me like this to exercise my mood?"

Wang Mo's heart moved and seemed to understand what Fa Zhilin had done to him.

"You are much smarter than those old men."

Fazhilin smiled, turned back to her room and said quietly, "Go back. You don't have to come to me for the next three days."

The figure was like a dream and gradually disappeared into Wang Mo's eyes.

"This woman also seems to have opened up a space for nothingness to practice, otherwise how can she not disturb a plant by practicing here with her cultivation?"

So he dared to conclude that this woman must have opened up a dojo.

What can open up the Taoist temple for cultivation is at least the cultivation of the fairy level. In this woman's opinion, it seems to be more than the fairy level.

After Fa Zhilin's figure completely disappeared, Wang Mo also returned to his place where he practiced.

This is the bottom of a huge mountain valley, full of strong fairy spirit, flowers and lush grass, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

Wang Mo sat down cross-legged, settled down, and realized some of the truths that Fa Zhilin told him.

"The state of mind is the key, which is true. If the state of mind is poor, cultivation will go crazy and eventually lead to the silence of the soul. If the state of mind is clear and ethereal, it will be of great benefit to cultivation."

aside, Xiaolong didn't know what Wang Mo was doing. He closed his eyes and felt bored without saying a word, so he hurried away. He went to play somewhere else.

Wang Mo saw Xiaolong's behavior and said to himself that he was the only one here anyway. Xiaolong would definitely be fine, so he let him go. This little guy couldn't stop his heart, which was really a headache.

"What is the state of mind, and how to cultivate the state of mind?"

Wang Mo sat cross-legged, and his mind was completely integrated with the flowers and plants in the whole valley. He saw a little heart of heaven and earth in his eyebrows emitting a faint light, as if he wanted to integrate with the whole world.

state of mind, state of mind...

Wang Mo is shouting in his heart, as if he wants to break through his own confinement and feel the feeling of the state of mind that is integrated with the world.

The light in Wang Mo's eyebrows gradually expanded and shrouded his head. Wang Mo's head was covered by white light. Then, these white lights penetrated down and began to spread, as if to cover his whole body.

Wang Mo felt that his body had become light, as if he had flown into the sky, as if to break through the imprisonment of the world, and all the laws were invalid for him.

His mood was suddenly enlightened and clear, and a breath of the spirit of heaven and earth followed his magic formula, quickly gathered around the world, and finally approached Wang Mo.

Wang Mo's heart moved, opened his mouth and sucked. In an instant, the thick aura of heaven and earth poured wildly, as if he was desperate. With a bang, this aura directly penetrated from the top of his head and entered his body.

Wang Mo's body bloomed with a brilliant brilliance, and the silver light flashed. Unexpectedly, his body was elevated to the silver realm!

However, Wang Mo did not feel anything. His mind was still immersed in practice, and his state of mind was gradually becoming clear.