Retrograde fairy way

"Okay, Liu Lushan, go and inform those people, tell them, let their master come to discuss with me, and I will leave soon!"

Wang Mo slightly waved his hand, stopping the two who were hesitant to speak.

"Yes, junior, let's do it now!"

Liu Lushan hesitated for a moment, but he didn't dare to say any more, bowed his head and went out.

Yu Miaohan was going to go with her, but unexpectedly Wang Mo glanced at her, turned his eyes and said, "A certain family has a message, would you like to listen to it?"

"The juniors are willing to listen!"

Yu Miaohan's beautiful eyes lit up, and she bowed without hesitation.

"Although a certain family has been in seclusion for many years, looking at the current situation in the mainland, I am afraid that there will be some chaos again. The matter of demonic cultivation will inevitably not be eliminated, but Palace Master Feng has successfully sacrificed his life to define the general trend for cultivating immortals. In the future, the cultivators will definitely have the upper hand. There are only a handful of alchemy masters in your Yu family, if you want to develop, go inland!"

Wang Mo took a breath and said lightly.

"This... Miaohan thanked senior for the suggestion!"

The joy on Yu Miaohan's face faded slightly, and she thanked her in a somewhat lonely way.

"Go, there are enough things in it for you to grow outside of your home!"

With a flash in Wang Mo's eyes, he reached into his bosom and took out a ring, and popped it out with his fingers.

"Thank you for your generosity, senior, this junior will go back and gather the clansmen!"

Yu Miaohan showed gratitude, and after bowing again, she got up and hurried out.

"I hope you can make the right choice!"

Looking at the empty lobby, Wang Mo suddenly sighed silently.

Liu Lushan has been in charge of the Fifth Mining Mansion in the Wuling Mountains for nearly 20 years, and the Liu family has also risen with the tide, and its momentum is growing day by day.

Although Wang Mo didn't ask any more questions, it can be guessed from the clues that Liu Lushan has many precautions against Miaohan's family. He continued to be the hands-off shopkeeper.

Don't you know that if you haven't stepped into the realm of Yuanying, you don't know what the saint is looking for, let alone Wang Mo doesn't care about this resource at all.

As far as the family is concerned, Wang Mo had an old relationship with Wang Mo back then, and Wang Mo would take more care of him out of affection and reason.

But no matter what, he wouldn't take it with him, or live in one place.

Before taking his family out of Hou Yunchang's subordinates, and then giving them resources for the future development of his family, this time it is already cutting off the cause and effect of the front.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Mo cleared away the messy thoughts, and suddenly a cold light shot out between his eyes opening and closing: "Feng Wuyou, what did you do back then to let Senior Feng make this choice? No matter what your cultivation level is, 200 In the next year, I will definitely meet you, Huashen Daxiu!"

Time flies, and several months have passed in a flash.

Suddenly, several obscure lights flashed above Wuling Mountain, and after a little detour, they fell into the Fifth Mining Mansion.

Half a year after that, in Wuling Mountain, it was suddenly reported that four Nascent Soul Saints were sitting in the township, and the leader of them was the Lord of Juefeng Ridge, Juefeng Saint, and his power belonged to the Loose Cultivation Alliance.

The Four Yuanying Saints are in charge of Wuling Mountain. As soon as the news spread, it attracted countless casual practitioners to gather, and it became a place that casual practitioners yearn for for a while.

As we all know, if the Wuling Mountain vein alone supplies one Nascent Soul Saint, it may be enough, but it is obvious that the four Saints sit together for another purpose.

Over the years, the Loose Cultivation Alliance has developed tremendously. Originally, Wuling Mountain belonged to Zong Xiu. The purpose of Lu Juefeng and his four saints doing this is self-evident.

Although the Wuling Mountain mine vein is not as important as before, it is still a place that can be used by the alchemy master to practice. Naturally, the several sects headed by the Yunxia Sect will not give up just because of this.

It's just that in the years of struggle in the future, due to various reasons, I had to give up. Of course, these are things for later.

And the instigator of all this - Wang Mo, has disappeared at this time.

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Whoosh!

A fierce air-breaking explosion swelled above the sky, and the turbulent surrounding clouds suddenly rolled back to both sides. The sound was not transmitted to the bottom until the astonishingly fast Qinghong went away.

A group of monks rushing down below noticed the voice, and stopped in shock to look up, but they only saw a blue rainbow, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Just as everyone was discussing, the owner of Qinghong had already appeared outside a majestic giant city.

"Stop those who come, report your name!"

Not waiting for Wang Mo to lower his cloud head and enter the city, suddenly there was a shout like the clanging of gold and iron, and another tyrannical golden mans shot out from the city and greeted him head-on.

"My lord, Wang Mo, is a monk of the human race, and he is here to help Tianlang City!"

The figure in the green light paused for a moment, lost its brilliance, revealing Wang Mo's figure, bowed his hands to the golden light that was coming at a high speed, and said in a loud voice.

"Hey, it's you, little guy!"

In an instant, the golden light approached, and the glaring brilliance faded away, revealing a thin figure of no more than three feet inside. It looked like a dwarf with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek and a face full of golden hair. A black iron rod twice as long as his own wrist was looking at Wang Mo jokingly, and said with a smile.

This person is none other than the fourth-order demon cultivator golden-haired monkey that Wang Mo met when he went to steal wine in the Gulong Mountains.

The iron rod in his hand was exactly what Wang Mo used in exchange for wine when he was discovered stealing wine. It was called Qingtian stick.

"Hehe, it turns out to be Fellow Daoist Jin, how have you been recently?"

Seeing that it was him, Wang Mo's mouth turned up slightly, and he smiled lightly.

"Of course it is... Hey, you have stepped into the realm of Nascent Soul, and... hiss... you are in the middle stage of Nascent Soul!"

The golden-haired monkey grinned a slightly ferocious smile, and greeted him kindly. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly looked at Wang Mo in surprise, but in an instant, the golden light in his eyes flashed like As if he had found something, he suddenly exclaimed, looking at him in disbelief and saying.

With his experience of living for so many years, he can naturally notice Wang Mo's abnormality, but if he just stepped into the realm of Nascent Soul, maybe he wouldn't be so horrified.

After all, Wang Mo was already in the late stage of alchemy back then, and the baby has not yet appeared in the past hundred years.

But at this moment, Wang Mo was already a mid-Yuanying monk, which shocked him extremely.

"Hehe, isn't Fellow Daoist also entering the middle stage of the fourth order?"

Wang Mo's figure flickered, and he came up to him and smiled.

"Oddly...it's amazing, this great sage has been here for so many years, this is the first time I've seen someone break through two ranks in the Nascent Soul Realm in just a hundred years, it's really amazing!"

The golden-haired monkey seemed still astonished, scratching its ears and scratching its cheeks and looking up and down at Wang Mo, as if trying to see something, bursts of golden brilliance radiated from its eyes.

Two skinny palms pinched eastward and westward on Wang Mo's arms, looking quite curious, and then his eyes fell on the bloody clothes on Wang Mo's shoulders, even shivering , pointing at him stuttering as if he had seen a ghost: "This... this... how is this possible?"

"It's just a chance, how did fellow Taoist get here?"

Wang Mo shook his head and smiled wryly, then changed the subject and asked casually.

"Hey, it's not that the group of demon cubs don't stop, the great sage came with the two ancestors, but didn't want to arrange a guardian rule for them, what a bad luck!"

Only then did the golden-haired monkey look away, smiled, and held a stick flower in a slightly dejected manner, quite dissatisfied.

"Ha ha!"

Wang Mo raised his head and smiled, but didn't say much.

"Okay, okay, go down and drink!"

The golden-haired monkey seemed to hit it off with Wang Mo, so he pulled his arm without hesitation, and then fell towards the city below.

As for the several flashes of light rushing from a distance, he didn't seem to pay any attention to it.

When the two touched the restriction above the city, they naturally shone with brilliance, and fell freely into one of the rather luxurious restaurants.

As soon as the two appeared in the restaurant, a middle-aged monk with a big belly came forward and said respectfully with a smile on his face: "I have seen the two seniors..."

Judging by his words, it is obvious that he knows the golden hair monkey.

"Seniors are not seniors, hurry up and bring out your best wine, this great sage wants to greet his brothers!"

The golden-haired monkey waved its stick, rolled its golden strange eyes and shouted.

"Yes, yes, junior, let's go!"

Naturally, the fat monk didn't dare to say anything more, and went obediently with a suppressed smile.

"Forget it, there is no need for drinks, just prepare a few more dishes!"

Wang Mo shook his head and smiled wryly. He didn't know when he became his brother, but he still had a good impression of the golden monkey's willfulness, so he couldn't help telling the fat monk.

"This……"

The fat monk paused, and looked at the golden-haired monkey with a perplexed and apprehensive face, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"Go, go, go, my brother said, you just do it, why are you dawdling?"

The golden-haired monkey waved his hand unceremoniously, then turned his head, looked at Wang Mo with a happy face and said, "Little...brother Wang, do you still have Qingtian wine?"

The fat monk naturally didn't dare to say anything, so he hurriedly turned around and prepared to go.

"I asked for some Jasper Blue Sky wine from you back then. Now that a hundred years have passed, how can I still have it?"

Wang Mo shook his head slightly, spread his hands, and said bluntly.

Just like what he said, the monkey wine that was stolen back then was Jasper and Qingtian wine. Not only Wang Mo drank a lot, but also gave it to others and Qingpi to drink, and he had already drank it all.

"Hey, I haven't been back for so many years, and I've run out of stock. The wine made by the human race is not very palatable. If you have decent wine, hurry up and satisfy your hunger!"

Hearing this, the golden-haired monkey sighed a little dejectedly, as if not having a drink made him more uncomfortable than not having a fight, and he lost his previous excitement, and said casually.

"Ha ha!"

Wang Mo didn't care, he walked into the prepared private room and sat down, waved casually to the table.

When the green light flashed by, looking at the empty table, there were already two huge wine jars.

"Whoa!"

As soon as the wine jar appeared, the golden-haired monkey's upturned nose suddenly smacked twice, and then took a few breaths. The golden light in its eyes was wide open, and it suddenly opened its long arms, and without hesitation, put the two jars of wine together. in my arms.

The next moment, the golden glow flashed by, and with a scurrying sound, he ran to a corner of the room, squatted on the tea table, bit the seal with his mouth full of saliva, and stuck his head into the wine jar as if to bury it, gurgling drank up.

The corner of Wang Mo's mouth twitched, he glanced helplessly at the empty front, shook his head slightly, and took out another altar, and then took out a verdant jasper sea bowl.

He raised the wine jar, and grabbed the seal engraved with a special formation on the mouth of the jar with one hand, and a cyan-colored but shimmering red wine liquid flowed out of it.