Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Tu Junfang ran ahead, and the more he ran, the less sore he felt.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: Brother Cheng, was this also part of your plan?

Cheng Mo didn't think that much when he beat up Tu Junfang. But now, he and Xia He are really treating Tu Junfang like a normal person.

Old Tu ran ahead, while Cheng Mo rode his bicycle with Xia He on the back, slowly following behind.

After running for a while, Cheng Mo suddenly stopped the motorcycle, put it in his bag, and slowly followed behind, holding Xia He's hand.

Feeling the warmth of each other's hands as they strolled through the mountains, a unique kind of romance unfolded between them.

Xia He suddenly scratched Cheng Mo's palm.

Cheng Mo's hand trembled, and he scratched her too.

Xia He chuckled to herself, stopped what she was doing, and wanted to see his reaction.

Cheng Mo said, "Don't stop, it feels good to be scratched, I'll scratch you too."

Xia He: "..."

The enchanting atmosphere vanished instantly.

Ahead, Tu Junfang ran and then stopped hearing any noise. He turned around and saw Cheng Mo and Xia He standing there, looking into the distance.

He shouted, "Don't stop!"

He then turned around and continued running.

After running a couple of steps, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

What about motorcycles?

He turned around and saw Cheng Mo and Xia He riding a motorcycle, Cheng Mo in front and Xia He behind, the motorcycle bouncing back and forth.

Tu Junfang was stunned for a moment.

Are you seeing things?

Perhaps he was beaten too badly today and his mental state was damaged.

He turned around and kept running.

On the motorcycle, Xia He hugged Cheng Mo, resting her head on his shoulder: "How come the crazy uncle didn't notice anything wrong?"

Cheng Mo said thoughtfully, "He's probably been beaten senseless."

夏禾啧啧称奇：「他还让咱们每个月揍一次，会不会最后变白痴呀？」

Cheng Mo chuckled: "You actually took it seriously?"

Xia He said matter-of-factly, "If beating someone up is so satisfying, why not take it seriously?"

Cheng Mo: "...Whatever makes you happy."

Tu Junfang sped along and finally stopped in a mountain hollow.

There's a wooden house here; the wood has changed color a bit, but the house itself is quite intact.

The motorcycle was parked in the open space, and the two people got off.

Xia He looked around and asked, "Crazy old man, when did you build this house here?"

Tu Junfang shook his head: "It's not my house. I just found it by chance. This should be a supply station built by hunters in the past."

Cheng Mo suddenly remembered something: "Old Tu, you should have already contacted the weapon refiner, right? Is it okay to stand him up?"

Tu Junfang smiled and said, "It's okay, there's still plenty of time before the agreed time. I'll just let them know when I get back."

"Oh, then I'm relieved." Cheng Mo nodded. "If I mess it up, you can go back and have someone else fix it for you."

Tu Junfang: "..."

He felt as if he had been hit by an arrow.

Cheng Mo added, "Speaking of which, these bones shouldn't be too hard to find, right?"

Tu Junfang: "..."

He chuckled dryly twice: "Hehe, Brother Cheng, you really know how to joke."

Xia He chimed in from the side, "Crazy uncle, the young Taoist priest isn't joking. This is the first time he's independently forged a weapon, and you're his test subject."

Tu Junfang's heart raced, his blood pressure rose, and various desires surged, about to burst forth—

Cheng Mo suddenly spoke up: "Old Tu, don't listen to her nonsense."

Tu Junfang's surging desires instantly subsided, replaced by anticipation: "Brother Cheng seems to have a plan in mind."

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "Your problem isn't complicated; the success rate is as high as 80%."

Tu Junfang: "..."

His desires had just been cut off again, and his emotions were now very calm, though he was a little speechless.

He took a deep breath: "Brother Cheng, feel free to refine it."

Cheng Mo nodded: "I'm at ease even if you don't tell me."

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As he spoke, he took the bag of bones from Tu Junfang and began to fiddle with it.

Xia He assisted from the side.

It was called assistance, but in reality, it was just watching the show. Xia He couldn't learn the Divine Hundred Refinements at all; all she knew was to follow instructions and give Qi. Now that Cheng Mo could sense and use Qi, he naturally didn't need Xia He's assistance in refining magical artifacts.

The Divine Crafting Technique is incredibly fast, though it consumes a large amount of Qi. Once you have a plan in mind, you can wield it in just three to five seconds.

Tu Junfang's ritual implement was slightly more complicated, but it only took a few minutes.

Tu Junfang saw Cheng Mo continuously taking out bones from the bag. The bones melted and deformed in his hands. Without him making any movements, intricate runes were engraved on the surface of the bones.

In just a few minutes, more than a dozen bones were used up, and a white bone knife with a faint glow appeared in Cheng Mo's hand.

Cheng Mo handed over the knife: "Give it a try."

Tu Junfang took the knife and swallowed hard.

He didn't witness Yuan Tao refining the weapon himself, but he had been guarding outside the refining room the whole time. Judging from the activity inside, it was definitely not as easy as Cheng Mo's, and the time spent was on a completely different level.

Tu Junfang stammered, "Brother Cheng... Brother Cheng, this is too... too..."

Seeing that Tai hadn't responded for a while, Xia He chimed in, "That's amazing, isn't it? This little Taoist's weapon-refining skills are better than the one you hired, right?"

Tu Junfang sighed, "More than that, if I had known, I would have sought out Brother Cheng back then."

"Stop with the flattery. I wouldn't have known either if you'd come to me first," Cheng Mo said with a smile, waving his hand. "Try it out first and see if it works."

Tu Junfang didn't mince words and stirred up the Three Corpses.

lead……

It can't be drawn out.

He was a little embarrassed, but then he became excited again.

The Three Corpses are temporarily hidden and cannot be activated; this is a key point of cultivation recorded in the Three Demon Sect. Previously, it required the sect leader to use a secret technique to temporarily suppress them, but during this period, one can cultivate with peace of mind without worrying about the Three Corpses backfiring.

Tu Junfang's gaze towards Cheng Mo and Xia became quite ardent: "Brother Cheng, Miss Xia, the magic artifact cannot be tested for the time being. However, I have faith in Brother Cheng's abilities."

Cheng Mo nodded, glanced at the sky; it was still early. Chong Tu Junfang said, "Then we'll be going now. See you again sometime."

Tu Junfang quickly said, "Why don't you two rest here for a while? I have some wild game stored here; would you like to try some?"

Xia He's eyes lit up, and she grabbed Cheng Mo's arm: "Little Taoist, since Uncle Crazy is so sincere in inviting us, let's stay for the night. It's New Year's Day today, so let's have something good to eat."

Cheng Mo reminded her, "Aren't you supposed to call Duoduo tonight? There's no signal here."

Tu Junfang quickly said, "It's still early. We can eat first and then go to the city to make a call."

Xia He nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, there's still time."

Cheng Mo reluctantly agreed, "Why are you so greedy?"

Xia He chuckled: "You wouldn't understand the joy of a foodie."

Tu Junfang had collected quite a lot of wild game, which filled almost half of the wooden house.

Several dried wild rabbits and pheasants hung in the corner of the wall, strung together with rope and suspended from the roof beam.

On the wooden shelf next to it were several earthenware jars, their mouths sealed with mud, and it was unclear what they contained for pickling.

There were some mountain products piled on the ground: dried mushrooms, dried wood ear fungus, and dried bamboo shoots, packed in burlap sacks and stacked neatly.

There was also a small jar of honey in the corner, with a thick layer of pine resin on the outside of the jar.

Xia He's mouth was practically watering just looking at it. She tugged at Cheng Mo, urging him to hurry up and prepare it: "Little Taoist priest, quick, quick, I need to eat this right away!"

Tu Junfang, who had originally planned to cook for the two of them himself, was surprised to hear this: "Brother Cheng, you've even studied cooking?"

Xia He answered first: "It's more than just research; it's far superior to his weapon-forging techniques."

Cheng Mo replied modestly, "No, no, she just likes to exaggerate."

As he said this, he had already begun selecting ingredients.

He first took two dried wild rabbits, cut them into small pieces, and soaked them in water to remove the saltiness. Then he grabbed a handful of dried mushrooms from the burlap sack and soaked them in warm water. He also soaked the dried bamboo shoots, which he would use to make soup later.

I'll keep the whole pheasant; I plan to make roast chicken.