Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 281 Mohist School Needs My Magical Powers

The fog incident made Han Yu uncomfortable the whole night.

Firstly, it is impossible to see the elixir clearly, let alone make it, even taking it out is impossible.

Secondly, little Liuli seemed to be blindfolded and kept talking all night. It made a lot of noise all night and insisted on pulling Han Yu to talk to it.

"What should I do? I can't see anymore."

The spirit of the weapon spoke anxiously.

Han Yu couldn't do anything about it! It was Pingzi who did it, not him.

Honestly speaking, although he now holds the power and can decide who owns it at will, his understanding of the bottle is still only partial.

He not only knew that the bottle could produce all kinds of strange and bizarre elixirs, but also could draw various feedback from people taking the elixirs to repair itself and even give back to him.

In fact, no one knows anything, not even the spirit of the weapon itself is clear about its own origins.

One bottle, three kinds of authority, the bottle randomly produces elixirs that are either heaven-defying or have no bottom line.

The Hexi Pill was born on the weapon spirit's body, and it had a terrifying effect that was achieved overnight. It was specifically designed to reduce the upper limit of human power, but it made people enjoy it.

What about yourself?
The dominant power can be in his hands. It would be normal if he could only decide the distribution of power between the bottle and the spirit of the instrument.

But it was a bit strange that the authority could be directly placed on him. The first two people could have various strange effects after obtaining the authority. If the authority was placed on himself, would it also have an effect? ​​Would it also be able to do something strange?

He was thinking about it. He had never thought about it in this regard before, but the more he thought about it now, the more he felt that something was wrong. At least it was not right that the authority could be exerted on him.

"If you can't handle it, then don't sleep."

The incessant chatter of the weapon spirit suddenly interrupted Han Yu's thoughts, causing a commotion in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Han Yu had a terrible headache and said helplessly, "Just bear with it! What if someone really spy on you and Pingzi removes the fog? Who knows what will happen?"

They chattered non-stop all night long until the next morning.

The dog is now yawning and saying he is tired and wants to take a nap.

Han Yu yawned, feeling sleepy and listless.

Leaning against the side of the boat, the morning light was just breaking and I could see the villagers already getting up and walking around on the streets.

"Yo!"

A little deer was running on the waves on the sea. The bright white light was extremely conspicuous in the morning light. It seemed to see Han Yu, raised its head and called out, then rolled its eyes at him, twisted its butt and ran away.

Oh my god, this bastard is turning his back on me.

Han Yu gritted his teeth and spat into the sea. Bah! What the hell?

“What a human nature!”

A voice of praise sounded from behind, and it was Ling Wu Ce who walked over silently.

Han Yu rolled his eyes at him. It seemed that Mu Ling was targeting him alone!

Soon, a silver bell-like laughter came from the sea. It turned out that the deer had found Qingwan from somewhere. At this moment, the little girl was being carried by the deer and having fun on the sea.

At about noon, a ferry stopped above Haishi City. Its huge hull blocked out most of the light, and then monks from the monastery took off into the sky.

Under the command of the monk, the huge ship slowly moved to the sea area and then slowly descended.

The moment it sank into the water, the ship looked like an ordinary cargo ship and there was nothing special about it. Soon, hundreds of monks soared into the sky and flew towards Han Yu.

"Meet Deputy Floor Master Ling!"

The two teams lined up in a row and saluted Ling Wuce one after another.

Among them, the team wearing black monk robes are all from the Ministry of Heavenly Works. It should be here to help Mu Ling and the villagers rebuild their homes.

The other team of people came from the Herb Bureau, all dressed in light green monk robes and carrying medicine baskets.

This old man Ling Wuce is really bold and daring! He really plans to plant spiritual plants on a large scale here.

If Mu Ling really has such magical powers, then the people on the fifth floor will be able to harvest the spiritual herbs like leeks in the future.

In addition to these two teams, two more people came down.

One of them was a burly man with a kind and square face. He seemed to be quite calm. He clasped his fists and bowed. "Hello, Ling... Deputy Ling... Deputy Deputy Building Master... Master!"

My goodness, look at him, he can't even speak straight and he's a stutterer.

Han Yu had a strange look on his face. Was he planning to poison this stutterer and make him mute?
As for the side effects of the Yin Yang Qi Pill, it is no different from poison and muteness.

When the other one came down, Han Yu was quite surprised because he knew him.

"Hello, Deputy Building Master Ling, Brother Han, we meet again."

The visitor laughed loudly, clasped his fists and spoke.

"No, Brother Mo, why are you here?"

Han Yu was extremely surprised. He guessed that since Old Man Ling would be here for a day, he wanted to go back and ask the people on the fifth floor to find a way to get someone out. He didn't care about that.

But what does it mean to ask a Mo family member to come here?

"I want supernatural powers!"

Mo Yang spoke directly, which made Han Yu even more puzzled. He was familiar with the Mo family, a group of people who liked to ponder the way of tools every day. How could they be interested in magical powers?

"The Mohists need me to have magical powers, and I need them too."

Mo Yang chuckled and spoke.

As early as when Han Yu mentioned the Tianxing Banner, he had already been interested in the fusion of magical powers and refining equipment. This time, the Supervisory Office and the Mohist School jointly studied the magic weapons left by the Judge and Niutou, and he threw himself into it.

“To be honest, the Mo family has not made any progress on the things that Brother Han handed over to the Supervisory Department.”

Mo Yang began to explain that because they had always been stuck in the theoretical stage, many things could not be tried. The court did not have its own cultivators with magical powers, and neither did the Mohist school.

Such an important matter is limited to the participation of the Mohist School and the Supervisory Office. Naturally, it is impossible to find monks with magical powers to participate from other channels.

Coincidentally, when Ling Wu Ce sent someone to bring the message back, Gao Feng happened to be in Dengque Tower. As time went by, the Mo family also learned about this matter, so they asked a clan member to come and get the pill.

It can only be said that the turn of things is so bizarre. The Mohist school's research on supernatural powers has been stagnant because they do not have their own supernatural practitioners. Now, such an opportunity is in front of them.

Opportunity? Damn opportunity!
Han Yu didn't think so. He looked at Mo Yang with embarrassment. This man was his cousin's cousin, so it went without saying that he had a close relationship with the Mo family.

"This thing can kill people, do you think it's a good opportunity?"

He looked hesitant and sighed.

In his opinion, whether the Mohists had magical powers or not was not a big deal, and there was no need to make such a big deal about it.

Unfortunately, he was wrong. For the Mohists, failure to make breakthroughs in skills would be a matter of life and death, and it was worth the risk.

"Brother Han, I volunteered. I also know the effects of the pills. Let me give it a try."

Mo Yang said.

Then he pointed in the direction where the ship was docked. About twenty people from the Mo family had flown there, each carrying a large iron box that was seven feet long and two feet wide. Han Yu then discovered that Mo Yang was also carrying one on his back.

"This pill can't change people now. The Mo family paid a huge price and made sufficient preparations for this. The Supervisory Department also gave enough chips. I have to take it."

Mo Yang smiled gently and spoke.

"Hey! What's wrong with your cultivation... What a tricky method, who came up with this?"

Before Han Yu could speak, Ling Wuce was a little surprised and asked in astonishment.

Because he suddenly discovered that Mo Yang's cultivation had fallen to the Divine Bridge Realm, which was almost equivalent to a cultivator who had just started.

"It was the master of the building who came up with the idea, and the Herb Bureau helped me. They used drugs to make my realm drop all the way down."

Mo Yang seemed quite calm about the decline in his cultivation.

This... this is an attempt to use low cultivation to trigger the lowest level of wind and thunder tribulation!
Han Yu quickly understood the plans of the Supervisory Office and the Mohists. It was truly amazing that they could come up with such an idea.

But this alone is not enough. Even if it is the lowest level of disaster, it is still a disaster, let alone Mo Yang's realm has fallen to this state.

"So, the real back-up plan depends on the foundation of our Mo family."

Mo Yang patted the large iron box behind him and spoke confidently.

(End of this chapter)