Chapter 0210: Recruit Mo Lihuo 2
"Yes!" Brother Sharp responded with full confidence, and a trace of ferociousness flashed on his face and thought, "Now that my strength has improved, do you dare to be arrogant?" Last time, he personally recruited a second-stream quasi-refiner master named Mo Lihuo, and he was left alone, but he returned in confusion. He has always been worried about this and wants to regain face.
"Mo Lihuo, I will go out in person." Looking at the sharp brother's expression, Hao Ren knew what he was thinking and simply interrupted his revenge.
"Yes!" Brother Sharp never objected to Haoren's decision.
Haoren saw that Brother Sharp's mouths were slightly closed, and he wanted to stop talking. Obviously, he had something to say. He smiled and said, "If you have something to say, don't hold it in your stomach."
"The big boss is the head, and the head has the majesty of the head. There is no need to see a small Mo Lihuo." Brother Sharp whispered. This also represents Hao Fuqi's idea. It should be noted that they live on the soul-light planet, and the hierarchical and insurmountable idea of the world of cultivation has long been deeply rooted and unshakable in their hearts. In addition, the head is related to the overall situation and can't be casually involved in danger.
Haoren is extremely supportive of this idea. It can't be achieved without rules, not to mention that it is conducive to his rule.
"Brother Sharp, you have just survived the disaster and are in urgent need of time to retreat and understand the subtleties of the realm of the Yuanying period, do you understand? Besides, I also want to go out for a walk. Haoren said his true thoughts frankly.
Closed cultivation is equivalent to raising flowers in a greenhouse. Although the cultivated flowers look delicate and tender, they can't withstand the storm. Therefore, the appropriate practice is to spend a small part of the time in isolation and spend most of the time out to practice to improve your knowledge. Only when you have more knowledge and a broad vision can you be stable and ensure the steady improvement of cultivation.
When practicing, one relaxation and one gallop is the king's way.
What's more, Haoren has another idea to see what the world of cultivation is today. Although information is constantly being sent from all over the world, simple reading knows that it is completely different from what you can see and understand when you go to the scene. For example, everyone knows that the Dafengzong Mountain Gate is similar to the Great Wind God Bird, the White Tiger Sect Mountain Gate is like the White Tiger, and the Qinglongzong Mountain Gate is a vivid dragon, but that's all, it will not be considered in depth.
But Hao has a hunch that it is not the mountain gate, but a real big wind god bird, white tiger and dragon. Especially when he accidentally saw the huge and blood-red eyes of the white tiger mountain gate blinked, he was more firm in this idea. In the past, I was limited to low strength and had no power to protect myself, so I didn't dare to explore deeply. But now there is a soft attachment around the fingers. The ordinary Yuanying period is not the opponent of Hao people at all. In addition, there are two splits to help practice and go out for a walk. What's the right way?
"Okay, be careful." Seeing that Hao's heart had been decided, Brother Sharp couldn't help reminding him and called out Mo Lihuo's information to Haoren.
Mo Lihuo, female, entered the Fire Palace at the age of 18 and successfully survived the disaster at the age of 124. She was promoted to the Yuanying period and became a semi-immortal body. She is known as the most talented disciple in the Fire Palace for thousands of years. The level of refinery is second only to the head of the Fire Palace. At the age of 314, Mo Lihuo, despite the opposition of the teacher, decided to live with mortals, and regardless of his physical weakness, forcibly gave birth to Mo Xiaowu. After that, his cultivation declined and he was expelled from the fire palace. At present, Mo Lihuo is at the beginning of the heartbeat period, and his daughter Mo Xiaowu will be exhausted...
Looking down from the air, there is a big comma, inverted comma at the southwest end of the Eryi mainland. Looking closer, it is an island formed by a volcanic eruption hundreds of millions of years ago. The wild virgin forest covers the whole island, and hundreds of hot springs rise with a faint water mist all the time, winding among the towering giant trees, adding some emptiness to the whole island.
There is a small isolated fishing village by the sea. Local residents have been fishing for generations, living a pastoral life at sunrise and sunset. 100 meters north of the fishing village, there is a winding sheep intestine path among the towering trees. At the end of the path is a steep cliff towering into the clouds.
Under the cliff, a small bamboo house is faintly seen. Around the bamboo house, it is as flat as a mirror, extremely clean, and there are no leaves. Late at night, the silver moon hung high, sprinkled a soft light, and fell on Mo Lihuo and Mo Xiaowu in front of the window through the window of the bamboo house.
Mo Lihuo looks in his fifties, with a short figure, a peaceful face and a quiet expression, as kind as his grandmother next door. But if you look carefully, there is a blue and white light in her eyes from time to time, which is already the realm of fire. Although Mo Xiaowu is a daughter, she looks many times older than her mother. Her whole body is dry and fleshless, leaving only skin and bones, and her face is full of age spots. She looks like a candle in the wind. As long as the wind is strong, the breath of life will disappear at any time.
This is the sadness of the broken soul. They can't act against the sky and pursue the realm of immortality. Once Shouyuan is coming, there is only one way to die.
"Mom, do you think that man in white will still come?" Mo Xiaowu tried to open her mouth, revealing her empty and toothless mouth, and asked without worry. Although she is so old that she can't remember the specific time, she still remembers Sharp Brother. After all, the scene that day was so scary that she still has a lingering fear when she thinks about it.
Brother Sharp holds the panda army and controls the intelligence system of the White Tiger Empire. He has always acted without scruples. He must obey the fire in one mouth, otherwise he will be arrogant to kill. Mo Lihuo practiced the fire secret, which was a natural explosive barrel. Seeing a hairy boy dared to be arrogant in front of her, he suddenly jumped like thunder and fought without saying anything...
Although Mo Xiaowu has no teeth in her mouth and is old enough to speak and speak clearly, Mo Lihuo can still understand her meaning, gently stroked Mo Xiaowu's dark white hair, and said softly, "Don't worry, my mother beat him seriously. In the short term, he will not come..." Feeling the roughness of his daughter, With dry hair, Mo Lihuo was gloomy and said to himself: He will come again, but you may not have a chance to see him again...
Mo Lihuo, who has been honed for a long time, knew that the white clothes were very popular and powerful between his hands and feet. He knew at a glance that he was a high-ranking and powerful man who killed countless people. How can such a person be seriously injured by himself? How can he give up? It must be bloody revenge.
Leave? It's impossible. Xiaowu is so old that her body is so weak that she can't help tossing at all. What's more, if you can't find the hot spring overflowing from the fire of the earth to warm up Xiaowu in a short period of time, you will never see Xiaowu in a month. If it weren't for this reason, how could Mo Lihuo stay in a place with thin aura for more than ten years!
Don't leave? When the man in white came again, both of them were dead...
They all say that maternal love is great and selfless. That's right. Between his daughter's one-month life and the two may die at any time, Mo Lihuo chose the latter. While stroking his daughter's white hair and comforting her softly, Mo Lihuo secretly decided that the man in white wanted to recruit me, and he would come again. When I come back, I will definitely talk to him well and let him show mercy and let Xiaowu spend the last period of his life at ease...
Just as Mo Li was fighting, his subordinate Mo Xiaowu's body suddenly shook, as if he had seen a ghost. He raised his right hand slightly, pointed out of the window, and was powerless to hang down. He shouted in shock: "He...he...he..."
Mo Lihuo suddenly looked up, and the blue-white light in his eyes shot and threw it out of the window.
Outside the yard, a handsome scholar in white was tearing the void with a pair of white jade-like hands and floated out. With just one step, he crossed dozens of meters to the fence gate of the yard. The scholar in white is young, in his early twenties, with a gentle smile that can dissolve thousands of years of icebergs. With his hands and feet raised, he showed the nobility, elegance and the momentum of the superior from his bones.
Du Du, the scholar in white slowly raised his hand, gently knocked on the fence door, and asked in a clear voice, "Elder Mo, can I come in?" Haoren's voice was not loud, but it sounded in Mo Lihuo's ear, which was extremely clear, pleasant and refreshing.
I can't see through his strength. Today, I must make a choice to die or be recruited... Mo Lihuo's face is solemn, his heart is tight, his mouth is astringent, and his violent breath comes out, covering his whole body and his daughter, unwilling to show weakness and laughing loudly: "Come in." She looked at Mo Xiaowu dotingly and said to herself, "Xiaowu, my mother can't continue to protect you, but on Huangquan Road, you and I are not lonely. If there is an afterlife, I will be your mother again.
There is no need to look more. At a glance, Mo Lihuo knows that the white-clothed scholar belongs to the same force as the previous people in white, and their temperament is extremely similar. They are all star-like, warm as jade, and white clothes are floating. The only difference is that if the previous man in white is a king, strong and domineering, conquering people by force, then the scholar in white is a born emperor, moistening things silently, spring breeze and rain, making people involuntarily fall in love with him.