World of Cultivation - Chapter 74

[Chapter 74 Nightmare]

Zuo Mo didn’t feel anything after being ordered to ban alchemy for a month. It was not difficult to choose between being able to escape the catastrophe and alchemy for a month. But when the master told him that he needed to go to Master Xin Yan for a good workout, if Master Xin Yan was not satisfied in the end, the ban on alchemy would be extended indefinitely.

Zuo Mo was completely dumbfounded.

Going to see those Jindan stage masters is one calamity, and accepting the “torture” of Senior Uncle Xin Yan is another calamity. If Zuo Mo is allowed to choose by himself, he will choose the first calamity without hesitation. He was puzzled by the power of those Jindan stage masters, but he had a deep understanding of how terrifying Senior Uncle Xin Yan was.

He now finally knows what it means to be clever but be mistaken by wisdom.

And the master who has always urged him to make alchemy is also uncharacteristic this time, and strictly ordered him to go to Master Xinyan to receive “special training”. Before leaving, he warned him extremely harshly that if he embarrassed her at Master Xin Yan’s, he would “hum” when he came back.

The master’s “hum” is almost as lethal as the second uncle’s terrifying eyes. The master never said what her “Hum” was, but every time she sneered “Hum”, Zuo Mo always shuddered and felt hairy.

With the consciousness of mortal death, Zuo Mo bravely came to Master Xin Yan’s thatched cottage. Along the way, he warned Pu Yao countless times. Pu Yao was definitely someone who held grudges, the second uncle beheaded him, and with this fellow’s chicken belly, he would definitely want to find his way back. Pu Yao is arrogant and arrogant to die to save face, and insists that he will be injured first, and then he will be cut by the second uncle. But Zuo Mo is now very glad that Pu Yao’s injury is not healed, otherwise, he will definitely come out to cause trouble for him again.

Don’t you know that times have changed?

After the Yinzhu incident, Zuo Mo’s fear of Pu Yao disappeared completely. What kind of celestial monster, it is obviously an old antique that was still alive three thousand years ago and completely derailed from the times!

very pitiful!

Sometimes, Zuo Mo couldn’t help sympathizing with Pu Yao. From his point of view, this guy is obviously still living in the imagination of the past, and has always refused to face the cruel reality. Anyone who has been imprisoned for three thousand years will inevitably be like this when they come out, Zuo Mo thought to himself. Moreover, the Yinzhu incident seemed to have a great impact on Pu Yao, and this lady demon had been sullen for several days. Pu Yao later proposed many things that could make money, all of which were sympathetically but firmly rejected by Zuo Mo.

Sympathy is sympathy. In order to avoid trouble, Zuo Mo still warned Pu Yao severely. Zuo Mo first used the second uncle to intimidate, but when he found that it didn’t work, he immediately switched to using spar to intimidate, and it worked immediately. Pu Yao is a big eater of spar, and Zuo Mo doesn’t know how so many spar Pu Yao are used. But obviously, Pu Yao has one more expense for using spar – entering the sword cave. Pu Yao is extremely eager for Yin Qi, and in this area, only Jiandong has it.

Zuo Mo found the feeling of having a pet.

The second time I came to Wangyang Peak, the Sword Intent in the ground around Caolu seemed to recognize him and disappeared.

“Second Master.” He shouted.

“Come in.” Second uncle’s cold words came from behind the wooden door.

Zuo Mo seemed to see the second uncle sitting upright behind the wooden door, as tall as a mountain, and the shadow cast shrouded him. He raised his face weakly and looked up, only to see a pair of eyes shining coldly in the dark shadow above his head, staring at him coldly.

Zuo Mo couldn’t help shivering. He forced himself to put aside his wild thoughts and calmed down. He pushed open the door and mustered up his courage to walk in.

“Sit.” The second uncle didn’t open his eyes. He sat on the futon just like last time. Sunlight fell from a hole in the top of the cottage and sprinkled on him.

Zuo Mo saw the futon in front of the second uncle, and carefully sat down with his head bowed and listened.

“From today onwards, I will teach you.” Senior Uncle Xin Yan was thin, but sitting there with his eyes closed, he had an aura that was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and Zuo Mo could hardly breathe. His voice was not loud, but it fell into Zuo Mo’s ears like thunder.

“Yes.” Zuo Mo replied weakly. He still doesn’t understand why the master and the others suddenly thought of throwing him to the second uncle.

“This sect’s swordsmanship is not heavy on physical fitness, but you are born weak and insufficiency, so you must start with physical fitness.” Senior Uncle Xin Yan did not open his eyes, but with a strong sense of oppression in his light tone, he announced that Zuo Mo was miserable. the beginning of life.

Wukong Mountain is not a steep mountain, but the mountain road is long and winding, and it takes nearly three hours to walk on foot.

The outer disciples of Wukong Jianmen suddenly discovered that Senior Brother Zuo Mo would go up and down the mountain road every day, panting and sweating profusely. A few days later, Senior Brother Zuo Mo had an extra backpack on his back. He was still going up and down. Watching Senior Brother struggling to move on the mountain road, some outside disciples wanted to go forward to show their hospitality, but they were scolded by Senior Brother Zuo Mo. A bloody dog. Outer disciples, monk Zhang Er, are confused. Could it be that senior brother likes to abuse himself?

Zuo Mo had the heart to cry every day, how could he be in the mood to be nice to others.

At the top of the mountain, Master Xin Yan stood against the wind, overlooking and supervising him from a distance, he didn’t dare to be lazy or slippery.

“Such a stupid way, your trashy uncle would actually use such a stupid way.” Pu Yao chattered happily.

Zuo Mo gritted his teeth and raised his legs. He was soaked with sweat, and his bare feet would leave a wet footprint on the stone steps of the mountain road. He ignored Pu Yao, not because he was afraid that the second uncle would find out, but because he didn’t have the strength to speak. Now thinking about the porters who train at Dong Fu’s feet, he just hates himself for not learning how to train? Every step he took, he was clenching his teeth. If he stopped to rest in the middle, then this trip would be half-run, and he would face double the punishment.

The second uncle’s eyes are really terrifying, and he can still see so clearly after such a long distance. Every time he thinks of this, he wailed countless times in his heart, Second Master, you are not so idle, it’s not worth it to guard this little guy every day, isn’t it?

You don’t want to meditate…you don’t want to practice swords…you don’t want to refine weapons…

“Would you like me to teach you a method of body training?” Pu Yao smiled and said, “Speaking of body training, demons are the ancestors. Those of you cultivators who practice body training all learned from other people’s magic, but they have learned a lot. Not like. Tsk tsk, as a senior ally of the devil, I have a profound inheritance of body refinement, including teaching and meeting, benefiting for life, without any side effects…”

Zuo Mo was too lazy to pay attention to him, he gritted his teeth and used all his strength to move up step by step.

Pu Yao laughed even more.

On the top of Dongfeng Peak, Xiaoguo watched as Senior Brother Zuo Mo climbed up step by step in the winding mountain road, full of emotion, clenched his pink fist, and Apple’s face was full of determination.

Senior brother is so powerful and so hardworking, Xiaoguo must also work hard!

She turned back and decided to double her practice today!

If Zuo Mo knew what Xiaoguo was thinking, he would definitely cry out, “Brother was forced!”

In fact, his brain is now blank, and after his physical strength is drained, people’s reactions and thinking will become quite sluggish. The second half of the climb was all subconscious mechanical behavior, and he couldn’t even hear what Pu Yao said.

When he finally climbed to the top of the mountain, the second uncle didn’t say a word, picked him up, and flew to Hengfangyuan.

In the courtyard, a large iron pot stands with a large wooden barrel. The wooden barrel is filled with pitch-black liquid, and the strong smell of medicine can be heard from far and near. Xu Qing stood beside the wooden barrel and saw the second uncle carrying Zuo Mo, and hurriedly lit the stove.

Uncle Xin Yan threw Zuo Mo into the wooden barrel without saying a word, and then left floating.

With a plop, Zuo Mo was thrown into the wooden barrel like a puddle of mud. The hot potion made his pupils widen suddenly, and he let out an ecstasy gasp. Xu Qing first blushed slightly, then said to Zuo Mo sympathetically, “Senior brother, today the potion cost a total of three grades. The spar, the master said, put it on the account and let you pay it in time.”

Zuo Mo nodded grimly – it was too hot!

You have to pay for the liquid medicine every day, which is too much! Isn’t this forcing yourself to owe a debt? But after several days in a row, Zuo Mo also knew that resistance was useless, so he had to grit his teeth and admit it. In addition, the effect of this medicinal liquid is also very significant. Without it, Zuo Mo would definitely not be able to complete the training amount arranged by the second master, and he would definitely face a more terrifying punishment.

Sometimes, Zuo Mo has an illusion, in fact, the second uncle and the master are engaged in activities…

Xu Qing reminded Zuo Mo more sympathetically: “Senior brother, I’m going to add fire!”

Not long after, the screams like killing pigs echoed in the Hengfang Courtyard. The female disciples working in the front yard all looked back sympathetically, looked at each other, and said in unison, “It’s so pitiful!” Then they buried their heads and continued. own work.

After taking the medicinal bath, Zuo Mo returned to the West Wind Courtyard like a sleepwalker. The nightmare of the day was finally over.

He really wanted to fall asleep on his back, and his bones seemed to fall apart, but he still insisted on going to the stone room to meditate. There is nothing outstanding about the recovery of the body, but it has an excellent effect on nourishing the mind and calming the mind.

Zuo Mo was very suspicious that if there was no “Refining the Spirit of Fetal Breath”, he would not have died of exhaustion, but would have been exhausted first.

He entered quickly, and time passed quickly. He opened his eyes, and his body was still sore, but the feeling that his mind was blank was gone, as if his body was under his control again. The medicinal bath is the medicine prepared by the master. It is said that the more tired you are, the more powerful the medicine will nourish the body.

With a bit of nostalgia but helplessly getting up, he now has to get to Wangyang Peak before the sun comes out. If he is late, he will be miserable. At this time, the sky outside was not bright, it was pitch black, and the mountain road was still cold.

Under the darkness, Zuo Mo hurried towards Wangyang Peak, the stars above his head glittering playfully.

Zuo Mo, who was running wildly in the wind, has only one thought now, that is, this nightmare will end soon! He misses the life of farming alchemy in the past, and even practicing swords in the river is far better than this. He is now living with his fingers, and what makes him despair the most is that what the master said before he left, before the second master is satisfied…

Second Master is satisfied…

He has countless reasons to fully believe that, in the eyes of the terrifying second uncle, this is just the beginning.

Just when Zuo Mo was living an extremely miserable life, a shocking event happened in Dongfu, and Dongfu shook!