The ancient immortal revived, and ten thousand foxes worshiped me as their teacher.

Chapter 272 Ghost Messenger Surveys the Sky, Sniffing the World, Gene Editing and Immortal Grass Fate Writing
"Try this fried chicken! So crispy!"

The large canteen at the base in the northern suburbs is noisy with people coming and going.

Fang Xiaoyu guarded the stainless steel dinner plate, eating fried chicken nuggets, his eyes shined!

Click!

Bai Mo gnaws open a piece, and after biting through the crispy dough, there is the tenderness of chicken and the fragrance of ginger inside.

"Well, this is not bad."

As for the little golden hoop, the fox apprentice sitting next to him, he was already showing off with a click and a smile on his face.

Foxes love fried chicken by nature!

There are researchers in white coats next to them, holding mobile phones and discussing.

"Did there really be ghosts patrolling the sky last night?"

"There should be.

"Many people have seen it online!
"Over the main city, huge ghost figures are flying in the sky, like dark clouds, coming down from the sky one by one, smelling the scent of the world."

"Could it be a mistake?"

“Not just one person saw it, many people who stayed up late and worked overtime saw it!

"The huge grimace came to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office building.

"And there is more than one grimace, there are everywhere, everywhere, and many people have seen it."

Bai Mo and Fang Xiaoyu, who were eating next to them, were both confused.

Bai Mo was at Fox Mountain last night, completely unaware of this.

Fang Xiaoyu's house was at the scene of the incident, but she slept too hard...

Several doctoral students got together and started crazy gossip mode.

"You think, if the ancient immortal is so rampant, wouldn't the boss of Xizhou be angry?"

"He didn't say anything last night."

"Shouldn't there be a fight?"

"Is there a possibility that he went to practice in a dream?"

"You don't understand this. Even if an immortal magician goes to practice in a dream, his physical body will still remain in this world and he will be aware of dangers.

"The Xizhou boss must have noticed it, but he didn't make a move!"

Bai Mo was even more speechless while eating.

His physical body has really not remained in this world!

What is the so-called "ghost envoys surveying the sky and sniffing the world"?
There is not even a video on the Internet, and they say they can't shoot it, and the picture will be so blurred that he can't see it.

But this matter should not be nonsense, not a rumour... Because the Immortal Committee was afraid that something would happen to the white ink expert, and specially brought him to the base in the northern suburbs to receive stricter protection.

"Next time we meet, let's see what happens."

Bai Mo thought while eating.

Apprentice Xiao Jinguo had already finished eating the food on the plate, so he rushed to the dining window with the tray in his arms.

It sees, there's a lot of nuggets left!

I don't know why, but other people don't like it, so it's impolite!
"Ugh?

"Expert Baimo, Secretary Fang, did you eat these fried chicken nuggets?"

But it was Qu Hailou, sitting opposite with a stainless steel dinner plate.

On her dinner plate, there are scrambled eggs with tomatoes, broccoli, braised pork, ants climbing a tree... except that she doesn't want fried chicken nuggets.

"What's wrong?
“What’s wrong with chicken nuggets?”

But Qu Hailou turned his head, glanced carefully at the cook at the window, leaned forward and lowered his voice.

“We won’t eat these fried chicken nuggets.

"The oil used for frying in the cafeteria is not good."

Bai Mo looked at the fried chicken pieces in his chopsticks and chewed half of them, revealing the tender white chicken.

"Um, why is the oil bad?

"Could it be gutter oil?"

Quhai Tower is mysterious.

"They use...GMO soybean oil! GMO!"

Genes are mysterious codes that contain genetic information.

Genetic modification can change the characteristics of crops and improve crop yields.

But people have a natural distrust of this mysterious code... Gene rewriting makes soybeans produce more oil, but who knows if there are other side effects?Maybe after gene rewriting, there will be some special unknown toxic substances in soybean oil?Who can tell!

Qu Hailou whispered.

"Nowadays, no one eats fried food. The fried food in the canteen is produced and sold in the kitchen.

"Especially those of us who are engaged in scientific research, who are knowledgeable and smart enough, don't eat it!"

She was so proud that she suddenly discovered that at some point, there was a little fat fox on the dining table, holding a large plate full of sharp fried chicken nuggets, ears pricked up, eyes staring, dumbfounded.

Is it toxic?
This chicken nugget is fragrant and crispy, can I still eat it?

What's the matter with eating so much just now?
Bai Mo twitched the corner of his mouth.

Whether there is any problem with genetically modified soybean oil is hard for him to say.

But at least what I ate today is fine.

He looked at his apprentice.

"Don't worry about eating today."

Xiao Jinhuan breathed a sigh of relief.

It only believes in the Master. If the Master says there is no problem, then there is no problem!

It sat on the chair, flicked its big tail, rolled its eyes, and looked at other people in the cafeteria while thinking, and saw that they didn't eat fried chicken nuggets.

It decided that after eating it later, it would pretend to be uncomfortable, and help the fried chicken get the title of "problem".

This way, when it's time for dinner, it can still get a lot of fried chicken that no one eats!

It tilted its head and snickered.

Sure enough, foxes are very cunning!
……

The laboratory building was brightly lit and people were coming and going.

Bai Mo was wearing a white coat, wandering around.

Wearing a white coat of the same style as his master, Xiao Jinhuan followed behind his master, wagging his big tail, with his head held high and his chest held high, triumphantly.

From time to time, I met researchers who greeted Bai Mo with warm smiles.

"Good morning, Baimo expert."

"Are you here?"

"good morning!"

Bai Mo also put on a warm smile and greeted everyone... even though he knew almost no one.

The work of the Xiancao Analysis Center is currently running smoothly, and he is not needed.

Everything went well with Professor Hong Anxi.

He had no choice but to be an idler, a wanderer on the street, wandering around and looking everywhere.

There are quite a lot of people on the first floor of the laboratory building.

The further you go up, the fewer people there are, the more deserted the atmosphere becomes, and the departments listed on both sides of the corridor become more high-end and serious.

The elevators and electronic doors along the way all need to scan the face to verify the authority before opening the door.

Bai Mo led his apprentice all the way up, brushing his face and opening doors one after another, with green lights all the way, without encountering any obstacles.

In this way, all the way to the top floor, this place is even quieter, deserted, deep in the corridor, only a limited number of signs are hung.

The first sign is the newly hung one, "Herbaceous Grass Analysis Center."

When Bai Mo walked in, he saw Qu Hailou, Professor Fang, and a few young people he didn't know, lying on the computer, discussing something in a low voice.

On the cabinet next to it, there are more than a dozen samples of fairy grass.

"Qijuezi, Yunluocao, Huiyinghua..."

They are all fairy grasses that have almost no requirements on soil quality and can grow in this world.

There is only Sequence Nine, but it can be mass-produced in this world.

He quietly left with his apprentice and went to the second listed laboratory on this floor... Xiancao Editing Center.

edit?

Seeing the door open, Bai Mo walked in.

Several people were standing or sitting inside, and when they saw Bai Mo, they all knew him... This is not surprising, after all, Bai Mo expert is famous and handsome!Even those who have never seen Bai Mo's photos or videos know that the person who looks most like a star in the laboratory building must be a Bai Mo expert.

Everyone smiled and greeted.

Then Bai Mo pointed to the information cabinet next to him.

"Here, can I see it?"

Professor Yue, the head of the laboratory, is a middle-aged aunt, smiling all over her face at this moment.

"Of course! You can take a look at it as you like. You are welcome to give us your opinions and help us guide our work."

Bai Mo smiled, stood next to the cabinet, took out the documents, and started to read through them.

After turning a few pages, his eyes lit up!

On the Fox Mountain, there were no clues of any more super immortal grasses in the neural field, nor any records about [Evil Weeds].

He wandered around the laboratory building, hoping to learn something more and maybe find clues about the super fairy grass in the neurological field.

"Maybe the things studied in this laboratory can be somewhat involved?"

This laboratory is researching jelly grass gene sequencing and jelly grass gene editing!
"Genetically modified fairy grass... It's a good thing they figured it out."

Baimo flipped through the document.

The little golden hoop jumped on Master's shoulder and watched with Master.

He read very quickly, reading one after another. After a while, he found out the progress of the work of the Immortal Committee... They almost made no progress.

The genes of grass jelly are more special and more difficult to isolate.

Only a few were isolated, and sequencing was very difficult.

The information sequenced is as vast as a book from heaven, and is completely different from what is already available in the world.

Bai Mo subconsciously looked at Professor Yue and others next to him, and saw that they were guarding the instruments with focused eyes and serious expressions.Determination can be seen from their brows.Just like an ant standing at the foot of the Tianzhu, no matter how high it is, just climb.

"This kind of progress...doesn't help me, nor does it help the Immortal Committee.

"It is estimated that it is a strategic project for long-term investment. It does not require short-term results."

He put the documents back, arranged the cabinet, bid farewell to Professor Yue, and left.

The third laboratory on this floor has a temporary sign... Chazhencao Laboratory.

"Mo Lanyou's laboratory?"

Bai Mo walked forward and saw that the door was closed, so he didn't go in.After walking around, he found the adjacent tea room and lounge, and took his apprentice in to sit down.

"Look at how Mo Lanyou is doing."

His consciousness poked out from between his eyebrows, like a tentacle, passing through the wall!

"Ugh?"

It’s not easy for this spiritual consciousness to pass through the wall?

As if passing through a quagmire, he was greatly hindered.

Bai Mo felt it.

"The formation is set up? Mo Lanyou's laboratory is blocked by the formation that restricts spiritual consciousness?"

With a thought in Bai Mo's mind, his consciousness changed from thick tentacles to thousands of flowing threads, and then he slipped in through the gap of the formation, into Mo Lanyou's laboratory.

In the laboratory with closed doors and windows, the blackout curtains were also pulled down, and the light was cast by the chandelier.

Mo Lanyou sat on the ground, with the pill fire in his palm burning a seed of the formation grass!
What is this for?

But he was staring, without blinking, his forehead was sweating, his body was trembling, and he was performing some kind of very laborious fairy art!
Call ~
The jumping flames of Danhuo suddenly outlined strange runes and flew towards the seeds again!

call……

The fairy technique failed, the flames exploded, and the seeds were burned to a cloud of ashes.

Mo Lanyou bared his teeth, twitched his lips, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, picked up the second seed, rekindled the elixir fire in his palm, and tried this magic again!
……

"Hey!"

Xiao Jinhuan was very surprised. There was actually a snack cabinet in the tea room!There are potato chips, French fries, and biscuits... Take it for free and eat whatever you want!

Bai Mo smiled and said, "There is also a refrigerator here with iced black tea and iced Coke."

The two masters and apprentices went through some shopping, sat on the sofa, watched the potato chips and iced black tea piled on the coffee table, and started eating and drinking.

Little Golden Hoop ate so much that his eyes narrowed, full of joy.

While drinking iced black tea, Bai Mo passed through the wall with his spiritual sense, watching Mo Lanyou burn the pills into runes again and again, and burn the seeds into fly ash time and time again.

"What magic is this?
"I've never seen it?

"It seems interesting!"

He had never seen it before, so it wasn't surprising.

After all, the predecessor of Fox Mountain, Qingyue Dan Palace, was just an ordinary newly established Dan Palace with little foundation.

Back then, all the immortal arts were high-end products, and even the high-end products were not collected completely.

For thousands of years, those incomplete goods were even buried in the soil, broken, weathered, and rotted.

Now the things dug out by Bai Mo are even more incomplete.

At this time, Bai Mo carefully observed this high-end magic.

……

call……

Mo Lanyou patted off the black ash on his palm, stood up, wiped off his sweat, twisted his waist, drank his saliva, and decided to rest for a while.

In his mind, the voice of Ancient Immortal Shishu sounded.

"Otherwise forget it, don't force it.

“This [immortal grass fortune-writing technique] involves a lot and is extremely difficult to operate.

"Even during the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, it would take ten or eight years for the direct disciples of the Holy Land to enter.

"You've only been practicing for a year, why bother forcing yourself?"

Mo Lanyou sat on a chair, drinking hot tea and rubbing his temples.

"If I happen to be successful and change the two leaves of Chazhen grass into three leaves, the yield will directly increase by 50.00%!
"Try again!"

……

Next door, Bai Mo hugged his apprentice, ate cucumber-flavored potato chips, and listened to Mo Lanyou talking to himself.

"The effect of this fairy technique is... two leaves change to three leaves?

"Sounds...so like gene editing?

"His trick is the gene editing of the fairy art version?"

Bai Mo doesn't know if this fairy art is useful for autonomic research, but it seems to be very valuable!

At this time, as he touched his apprentice's fat belly, his consciousness became more focused and turned into flowing threads, which penetrated through the wall and peeked at Mo Lanyou.

Then he saw Mo Lanyou sitting back on the futon on the ground and suddenly sighing for no reason.

"My talent is still too poor.

"If I teach this magic to the boss of Xizhou, how long will it take for him to learn it?"

In the dream, the ancient stone book immortal smiled.

"Writing fortunes with immortal grass is the signature magic that has been passed down, studied and improved from generation to generation in our Holy Land of Bookstores for thousands of years.

"Silk books recording immortal skills fill a large hall.

"No matter how talented you are, you can't learn it in just a few years."

Moran sighed, grabbed a seed and put it in his palm.

Suddenly asked again.

"Master, how long did it take you to learn this trick?"

Shishu Guxian was stunned for a moment.

"I... I'm just a mere person, and I've used it for 12 years."

Mo Lanyou's eyes suddenly lit up!
"Hey, Master, I'm so stupid!
"Why do I have to write my own life for this kind of child?
"Come and help me, won't you?

"You help me write a hundred seeds, and I will let the fairy committee take them to breed.

“One seed will bear hundreds of seeds in one month.

"After a few months, Chazhencao will be enough!"

His master is not a Fallen Immortal, but an Immortal of the Holy Land, who is on the side of human beings.

That can certainly help!
He was so excited that he wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep.

Then I heard the tone of Ancient Immortal Shi Shu being slightly panicked.

"do not!

"I can't help you...this...this..."

Moran You was strange.

The ancient stone book immortal stammered.

After a long while, Shishu Guxian spoke.

"Sleeping for thousands of years, I have forgotten too many things. I can't remember this fairy grass life writing technique!"

Mo Lanyou twitched the corner of his mouth.

real or fake?

　Thanks to Zisha who sells cabinets for the tip~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)