Chapter 1 Tea Talk

Yangzhou is prosperous, and Mo Shoucheng has heard Sikonglan and Yan Chi Xing many times on the way. But at this time, walking on the street, watching the people around him, the hawkers shouting, and the variety of restaurants, tea rooms and chess clubs, dazzling, so that I can feel it.

At this time, he and Sikonglan slowed down and only dispersed their spiritual knowledge as a warning. In the eyes of ordinary people, it's just a noble man traveling side by side with a beautiful teenager. They never thought that they were "fairy people" in their eyes.

The two walked and stopped, and toured at various stalls, but they were also free. Sikong Lan was born in Xuantian Pavilion and was less involved in China, but his interest was higher than Mo Shoucheng. At this time, the two walked on a stone bridge, and under the stone bridge was an idle market, where they did not sell goods, but various handicrafts.

"Look at the old man's face, it's vivid."

Mo Shoucheng followed Sikonglan's fingers. Sure enough, under the bridge, an old man with crane hair and a childlike face was pinching a dough in his hand. Although he is old, his fingers are very flexible, and he has made the prototype of a small man between three or two times.

The two stopped their pace and stood in the middle of the bridge, but Sikong Lan had already looked elsewhere and was no longer interested in this person. However, Mo Shoucheng looked at the old man's stall sticking with bamboo sticks and several finished products inserted for decoration.

I don't know any of those finished people, Mo Shoucheng. He has been involved in the magic gate since he was a child, and then worshipped the Qingyun Taoist gate, which has always supported him, that is, cultivation. Practice, practice, and then become stronger and stronger - in order to avenge the demon called the urgent ancestor!

It should have been right.

Mo Shoucheng looked at the several faces, two of whom were two, a man and a woman. Under the skillful hands of the old man, the facial details are vivid. The two little people smiled. The man smiled boldly and the woman smiled gently.

Although it is not like the parents in his memory at all, looking at the couple, Mo Shoucheng just remembered.

But it is because he remembered that he is even more confused now - he knows that he must live, no matter how difficult it is, he must live, revenge must revenge on that demon!

However, life in Qingyun Taoist Gate seems to soften his heart little by little. And Feiyun Zhenren's teachings seem to have become his belief.

Don't do small things for good, and don't do small things for evil. It's easy to say, but it's hard to do! In a trance, Mo Shoucheng remembered all kinds of experiences after going down the mountain.

First, in order to save the butterfly leaf blue and the demon Panniw evil fairy, knowing that the other party's cultivation in the cloud period, his ability at that time was only to hit the stone with eggs, which was no different from death, and he still rushed up.

When he was trapped in the channel by the "water poverty cloud rise truth secret" of the practitioner called Zaifuchang, in order to gain the trust of the other party, he voluntarily exchanged the trust of the other party with his body.

And not long ago... In the face of the fierce Quyan spirit beast, he also rushed out to protect something.

It's too difficult to do good deeds!

Mo Shoucheng shook his head with a wry smile and withdrew his thoughts. But there is still doubt in my heart - deep in my heart, there seems to be a voice questioning: for various reasons, you have repeatedly sent yourself into danger. Do you still remember the deep blood feud?! Don't you cherish your life so much?!

At present, he can't give an answer that can satisfy himself.

"You can't just stand by." He subconsciously muttered to himself, but he didn't want to be heard by Sikonglan beside him. He asked curiously, "Mo Xiaoxianyou, what are you talking about?"

As asked by the people around him, Mo Shoucheng came to his senses, touched his nose awkwardly, waved his hand and said, "No, no, I just remembered some trivial things."

For good, Sikong Lan didn't care. He didn't delve into it, but pointed to a winery teahouse in front of him and said, "How about taking a break there for a while? I suddenly became interested and wanted to drink some wine.

There is nothing to do now, and there is no objection to Mo Shoucheng. He just waved his hand with a wry smile and said, "Just drink some tea below. One of the wine is not loved." Although he refused, he did not lie, although it was okay to drink too much wine with his cultivation. But being able to drink and loving to drink are two different things.

Sikonglan laughed loudly: "Mo Xiaoxianyou, do you know that the men who play with the sea in the giant whales are all good men who drink happily? If you want to deal with them, how can you not be ready to drink happily?" His words were just a joke, but it was not reluctant. The two walked side by side and walked into the teahouse of the winery. Under the guidance of the shopkeeper, they casually found a table and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, someone came up to serve tea.

But when he looked at it, he was very surprised. It turned out that the person who served tea was not a second child in the shop, but a man. The man in this organ is still wearing clothes, although his workmanship is not good, and his actions are not flexible. Far from being compared with the organ puppets used to fight in the fairy and demon way, but in this secular way, it is also a rare boutique.

The man held the tea tray in one hand and stretched out the other hand, making bursts of gear bite, but the action was extremely fast and accurately placed the two cups of tea placed on the tea tray on the table. Next, he bowed to the two of them before retreating.

At this time, the shopkeeper who led the two people to sit down came forward and asked, "Two guests, what do you want?"

Mo Shoucheng stared at the organ person and said nothing, but Sikong Lan looked familiar and didn't care about the organ person. At this time, he said to the second child of the shop, "Give me a pot of Qionghualu. Well, just have some seasonal fruits." As he spoke, he gently raised the folding fan in his hand, opened the fan, and tapped it on the table. But there was a tinkling sound, and when he put away the folding fan again, there was an extra dollar on the table.

The shopkeeper was dumbfounded and only felt that the other party was playing tricks. Almost all of them were worried about whether the silver dollar had been changed by some magic. Although he submissively reached out and took it, he couldn't help but pressed his finger twice. Sikonglan looked at the other party's small movements with a smile, but she was not angry.

"Why do Lan Shangxian tease these ordinary people in the secular Tao?" The second child of the store received silver dollars and retreated. Mo Shoucheng shook his head with a wry smile and said, "It's just that I didn't expect that the fan you used to fold the fan all the way was actually a magic weapon for storage."

Sikonglan smiled and said, "No, I spent a lot of effort to refine this magic weapon." He was handsome and dressed in a romantic posture. At this time, he shook the folding fan in his hand, which was really elegant.

What he wants doesn't need much preparation. At this time, it has been sent by the previous authority, and there is still change in the tray. How could such an immortal cultivater care about it? He only waved his hand to make him retreat.

"I looked at you staring at that organ before. Did Mo Xiaoxian's friend also study hard together with the organ?" At this time, he drank by himself, but he looked like he was happy. Mo Shoucheng shook his head and said modestly, "I can't say intensive research or anything, but I'm a little interested since I was a child."

He picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, and then sighed, "Although I knew that the art of the world had been popularized, I didn't expect that I could see its application in this teahouse winery in Yangzhou City."

Sikonglan reached out to take a red fruit and played with it in his hand, but shook his head and said, "The art of mechanism originated in the secular Taoism and was improved and developed by the people in our fairy and demon way, which is the scene now. It's just that you know that it's not my immortals and demons who really push the machine skills into the world.

Within waiting for Mo Shoucheng to speak, he has already said by himself: "The mechanism has originated from the secular Tao to the hands of the immortals and demons. Although it has opened up new cultivation methods and added a new way to become immortals in the world. But it completely lost the original intention of the machine art. The practitioner of the imperial sword period said here, and his words were full of bitterness: "Of course, I didn't realize this by myself, but was mentioned by my master's old man after drinking."

"It's just that I walked out of the city of the sky, came to this mainland of China, and confirmed my master's words with my own eyes." Sikonglan shook his head and said, "For the people in the immortal and demon way, the organ armor is a new practice method, and the machine art, the machine beast and the organ puppet are props for struggle. But I never remember the original use of the machine to benefit the people on this divine state.

"If you lose your legs, put on your legs, and you can walk as usual."

"If you don't have arms, you can put on your arm, and you can also do agricultural business."

"There are also wooden cattle and flowing horses, and all kinds of organs and props, which were originally made for the convenience of the people." Sikonglan said, and his eyes gradually flashed: "It's just people in the fairy and demon way, but most practitioners have forgotten this matter. They study how to make more flexible organ beasts, try to integrate all kinds of magic array prohibition into organ art, make organ creations sharper, and find treasures of heaven and earth, just to make organ creations stronger..."

"Lan Shangxian..." Mo Shoucheng looked at the man in front of him in a dain. He didn't expect that such words would come from a true man who was not a cultivation organ Yuanjia.

Hearing Mo Shoucheng's call, Sikonglan saved that what she wanted to say at first was not the end. She laughed and said, "Sorry, I'm rude. I complained for a while."

He picked up the glass and drank all the wine in one gulp, and immediately returned to normal color. But the tone seemed a little excited: "Although that place is no longer there. But Mo Xiaoxian, you must remember, remember this place, remember the people who once lived in this place.

That name, Mo Shoucheng already knows in his heart, is a name connected to his flesh and blood.

He desperately resisted the trembling of his body and quietly waited for the other party to say the name.

That name is...

Mojiazhuang!