Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 154 The Great Elder Who Came to the Door

"Look at how embarrassed you are."

Little Liuli rolled left and right in his sea of ​​consciousness and laughed.

Han Yu had a dark face and flapped his wings silently as he flew away. After leaving the city, he chose to gallop all the way to the east.

It was obvious at first glance that Zhao Yulin was not a person with good elixir skills.

If I change my mind, I will definitely come to him. Instead of waiting for him to come, it is better to leave.

Wang Xiaoer’s final outcome will definitely not be seen. There are still six days left, and Zhao Yulin cannot allow himself to stay in Zhanzhou Prefecture for so long before taking the medicine.

Not to mention after taking the medicine.

Ling Wu Ce’s meaning was very clear. The court was an important place and no cultivator was allowed to disrupt order.

Isn't it a bad thing to maintain good relations with the court?

These were Ling Wu Ce’s exact words at the time.

Naturally, what was not made clear was that it would not be a good thing to confront the court.

Judging from what Ling Wuce revealed, the power of the court has not only extended into the world of cultivators, but it has probably already formed a force of its own.

Perhaps by the time it truly comes to the fore, there will be few sects in the entire monastic world that will be able to shake it.

With his mind in a mess, after flying for an hour, Han Yu paused slightly and slowly landed.

After stepping on the ground again, a sense of security arises spontaneously, not only from his own feeling, but also from the affinity between the Earth God and the earth beneath his feet.

This affinity has existed ever since Pingzi broke through a level in his earth-based magical power during the catastrophe.

Affinity not only allows him to be closely connected with the earth beneath his feet, but he can even sense the conditions on the ground in a small area.

"Why is it that my magical powers have been improved, but you and the bottle haven't changed at all?"

Han Yu suddenly muttered something. A lot of the power of heaven and earth contained in the calamity fire was absorbed. Logically speaking, the bottle and the spirit of the weapon should have benefited greatly from it.

Why is there no movement at all?

"Most of the energy is given to you!"

Little Liuli pouted and spoke in a muffled voice.

The situation was so critical at that time. The spirit of the weapon opened its mouth and the bottle moved its hands. The wills of the two parties were rarely unified, and huge amounts of energy were all released into Han Yu's sea of ​​consciousness.

Not only did he expand his sea of ​​consciousness in one fell swoop, he also advanced his earth-related magical powers, which brought Han Yu back from the brink of death.

No wonder little Liuli didn’t shout or make a fuss this time.

"Don't mention this matter in front of me again, or I'll get angry and it'll be a disaster for me."

Little Liuli rolled her eyes at Han Yu, then bared her teeth in dissatisfaction as if she was going to bite someone.

Han Yu was silent for a while after hearing this, and then he felt a little touched.

"I'm not touched at all. Let's move to another place. At this slow rate, the recovery of Pingzi and I will be a long way off."

"In the next place, I must meet eight or ten lucky people. I want to make my money back in one go."

Little Liuli became more and more excited as she spoke, and finally she jumped up on the dragon blood stone, laughing.

Wishes are beautiful, but reality cannot be achieved directly.

I have only met a few lucky people along the way, and it seems that there is only one, Young Master Xiao, and Lu Dayou cannot be counted as one.

God knows how long this guy worked with the support of the court to accumulate such a little luck, and it was all taken away in an instant.

It seems that people who are blessed with great fortune are extremely rare.

It is really not as practical as finding someone with supernatural powers from heaven. At least there is still some hope.

I really don’t know what such a harsh recovery method will look like in the end.

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The Great Elder was sitting in the Mo Clan's meeting hall at this moment, his chest heaving as if he was suppressing his anger.

He had been sitting there for nearly half an hour. It would have been fine if this group of ignorant youngsters didn't even have a cup of tea, but why did they send the head of the family to deal with them?

Even though Mo Yushu was the patriarch of the Mo family, in his eyes he was still not qualified to talk to him.

We have to let those old ghosts from the Mohist school come out to be qualified.

Unfortunately, those old ghosts from the Mohist School had no interest in paying attention to him.

After a while, a Mohist disciple with a bruised face and nose ran in, looking sad and aggrieved.

He was the most unlucky. The great elder of Wushuang Tower came to his house for no reason and threatened to find the great-grandfather of the clan. He had run back and forth several times, and every time he went there, he had to bite the bullet and interrupt the great-grandfather's research. At first, he was scolded at most, but this time he was directly taught a lesson.

After arriving at the meeting hall, the bruised and swollen young man looked at Mo Yushu eagerly and spoke.

"My great-grandparents told him to go and have fun. He has nothing to do all day long and is just idle. He has no ambition to make progress at his age."

At an old age? No ambition?
The corners of Mo Yushu's mouth twitched slightly, and he forced himself to hold back his smile.

This was naturally a joke made by the older generation. The Mo family was well-known in the world of cultivators for its mechanical devices. In addition to practicing, the Mo family members were obsessed with mechanical devices, and this was most vividly reflected in the elders of the family.

There are almost no major events and they don't show up at all.

Most of the other eight old-generation cultivators will serve as elders of the sect. On the one hand, they can gradually assist the sect master, and on the other hand, they can help the sect train some extremely talented seedlings to become the next elders.

It is unfair to be idle and have no desire to make progress.

Mo Yushu then looked helplessly at the grand elder of Wushuang Tower, and the Mo family disciples below added.

"My great-grandfather told me to convey this message word for word."

Upon hearing this, the Great Elder clenched his fists and his face turned ashen.

These old guys have never lost their ability to talk.

But what could he do? If he were meeting people of the same generation in person, he could scold them to death, but Mo Yushu was of the younger generation.

You still have to save face.

Although the two groups do not get along, they still have to maintain the proper respect for each other.

So he could only suppress the anger in his heart and stare at Mo Yushu with an unpleasant expression.

"Mo family boy, does the matter of King Shen have anything to do with your Mo family?"

Mo Yushu was calm and composed at this moment, and responded calmly.

"If you said that the ginseng king has a mechanism, then it might be from the Mohist school. But if you want to turn a living person into a ginseng king, do you think the Mohist school can do it?"

The Great Elder had an uncertain expression. Although this statement was tenable, the actions of the Mohist school were still too suspicious.

"When the Ginseng King was first discovered, the elders of the other sects were all interested, but your Mohist sect was the only one that said nothing. This is unacceptable."

No matter how I think about it, I feel that there must be something wrong.

Otherwise, the Great Elder would not have directly caught up with the Mohist Shenji Academy.

Mo Yushu had already prepared for this, and he just chuckled in response when he heard it.

"Senior, you know how deep the mind of the elders in my family is. It is still unclear whether a ginseng king can have any effect. It is difficult to impress them."

"Really?"

The Great Elder had an expression of disbelief on his face, this excuse was too far-fetched, things have come to this point, if it weren't for the sake of saving your life, why would you still want to play tricks?

But Mo Yushu insisted on dying for this reason, and he could do nothing about it.

Everything is just suspicion, but we cannot accuse the Mo family of not being involved in this matter.

After all, there was no evidence that the Mohist School had anything to do with the matter of King Shen, so after asking for a while, he could only leave in disappointment...

After Mo Xingzhi and others left, he poked his head in. Mo Yushu's eyebrows moved when he saw the people coming.

"How about it?"

Mo Xingzhi gave him a reassuring look, found a place to sit down, and then spoke slowly.

"I have informed the Supervisory Department that the Mo Clan's messenger birds will be 20% cheaper in the future, but they have to help hide the traces of the Mo Clan in Mo Yun Mansion."

At this point, Mo Xingzhi's face was filled with pain. Bastard, he asked for 20% right away. If he didn't agree, the clues would be exposed sooner or later.

If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have bothered to help hide it.

It's too late to confess now.

Now those old guys have eaten my scalp and drank my bath water, and we don’t know if they have done anything even more disgusting. It’s a bit scary when they get angry and embarrassed!

After thinking about it, he looked up and added.

"Han Yu can't be kept secret. The Supervisory Department said that the Eight Sects must get a result. It would be a bit contrived to hide Han Yu."

The Eight Sects are not fools and they have their own channels. If after searching around, the Ginseng King appears out of nowhere, then it could be fake.

"Then don't tell Xiu Wen about this. Let's leave it at that for now!"

Mo Yushu felt a bit of a headache after thinking about it, so he could only wave his hand and give instructions.

(End of this chapter)