Chapter 1427

"She has a clean constitution and excellent spiritual roots. She is expected to become a Jindan friar. It's worthwhile to come to this place outside the country to meet such constitution. Little girl, would you like to follow me to the yuenu sect to practice and pursue the supreme fairyland?" The beautiful woman's voice is sweet and graceful, like the sound of nature falling with the wind, which makes Xiaohua's body vibrate.

In a hurry, she knelt down and kowtowed, respectfully and affirming: "sister fairy, Xiaohua is willing to go to the land of cultivating immortals with you, but Xiaohua has a small request. Can my brother and Uncle Chen Mo also go to yuenu sect, because Xiaohua can't bear them."

Uncle Chen Mo?

At this time, the gorgeous woman noticed the existence of Zhao Hao and Ji'an, but her eyes were cold to the extreme, as if Chen Mo and Ji'an had stained her eyes and flashed the color of disgust.

"He is old and has no chance with Xiantu. Even taking him to zongmen is a waste of food. Moreover, yuenu Zong never raises freeloaders. He has no choice but to wait for death!"

This seems to affirm Chen Mo's mediocrity. Meimu doesn't want to look at Chen Mo more. Then Dai Mei blinks slightly and her eyes fall on Ji'an. Her mind fluctuates 360 times, and her face is filled with disappointment.

"You have a good constitution. You are young, but you have no spiritual roots. You are doomed to have nothing to do with Xiantu in your life. I advise you to read the three books and five classics. You may be able to get ahead."

"Xiaohua, let's go."

The gorgeous woman's jade hand is waving. The sky and the earth are shining. It's over Xiaohua's body, as if it has the power to move mountains and fill the sea. Xiaohua's body flies to the air.

In this scene, Ji'an was envious and angry. The gorgeous woman even said that he had no chance with Xiantu. Reading three books and five classics might make him famous, but what's the use for him.

We should know that in the world of cultivating truth, the force is the most important. Even if the literati read poetry, they are only weak scholars. Compared with those who cultivate truth, the literati are just ants in their eyes.

"Ji'an, don't you like fate?" When Chen Mo saw Ji'an's face flashing crazy, he couldn't help talking. Ji'an clenched his fists and vowed: "Uncle Chen Mo, you told me that as long as people live an ordinary life, it's a blessing, but if everyone thinks so, what's the competition in the world, and what's the meaning of Ji'an's life?"

"Besides, I'm young. Why should I choose to be ordinary?" Ji'an's voice represents the will in his heart, and Chen Mo's body is inspired by his powerful words.

Yes!

If everyone is ordinary, and the people around them go against the current, ordinary people will feel different loneliness. They are not Chen Mo, they are already at the top of the world of cultivation.

For Chen Mo, he is lucky.

For the time being, Chen Mo can be at ease because he has not met a stronger enemy.

However, people's hearts are free.

Chen Mo is no exception. He hopes that everyone around him will live a long life and will not be oppressed by the way of heaven.

For this goal, Chen Mo has been working hard.

In a moment, Chen Mo seems to take away the clouds and see the bright moon, reaching out and patting Ji'an on the shoulder.

"As long as I'm here, one day, you'll be outstanding."

"Uncle Chen Mo, are you telling the truth?" Hearing Chen Mo's words, Ji'an is about to burst into tears. From childhood to adulthood, Chen Mo treats him like a relative. How can he say a few words about his kindness.

All Chen Mo's words will come true. At this time, Ji'an inexplicably believes that Chen Mo won't cheat him.

With Chen Mo, he will be able to make a difference.

"Ha ha... Ridiculous... Ridiculous." All of a sudden, the sky came the ridicule of a gorgeous woman.

"A Yamano Murakami who is waiting for death, a boy who has no spiritual roots, is boasting here. No matter how well you say the truth of life, you have to recognize one fact. If you can't cultivate it, it means that you are a waste all your life."

"In less than a hundred years, even if you are outstanding, you are just a pile of ashes."

Although the ridicule of the gorgeous woman is ugly, her voice is like a silver bell, which makes people unable to feel angry. What she says also has a certain truth.

"Fairy sister, Uncle Chen Mo and brother Ji'an are not rubbish." As soon as Xiaohua heard that Chen Mo and Ji'an were rubbish, she immediately pinched her waist and said seriously, "Uncle Chen Mo taught me a lot of great principles from childhood to adulthood, and knew that to be a man, we should know how to repay our kindness. You say that Uncle Chen Mo, Xiaohua is very sad, and Xiaohua won't go to yuenu sect with you again."

For Chen Mo, Xiaohua thinks he is.

As a result, the gorgeous woman says that Chen Mo is a waste, and Xiaohua will not turn a blind eye to it.

When Xiao Hua said that, the gorgeous woman was too lazy to haggle. She was about to turn around and leave with Xiao Hua in her hand. However, at this time, Chen Mo said coldly, "well said, don't bully the poor youth in 30 years of Hedong and 30 years of Hexi. Today's look down on you will only bring you mouse eyes in the near future. I, Chen Mo, will give you a word here in three years, Ji'an will surely become a monk of the golden elixir. "

"Is it?"

Hearing what Chen Mo said, the gorgeous woman said impatiently, "you want to be a Jindan friar in three years. You're a bit whimsical, and you're just a mortal. You don't even know how to cultivate immortals. Fortunately, I don't put your words in my heart to avoid wasting time."

As soon as the voice fell, the gorgeous woman and the little flower disappeared in the air. Her disdain before she left made Chen Mo very angry. In three years, Chen didn't need three years to cultivate a golden elixir friar, but the other side didn't believe it.

All these make Chen Mo laugh at himself, and then ignore this matter.

However, Ji'an looks up at Chen Mo, and his mouth stops talking.

It seems that I want to ask Chen Mo if he can become a Jindan monk in three years.

Chen Mo stretched out his hand and stroked Ji'an's head, and said with a smile, "man will conquer nature. As long as you work ten times as hard, I believe you can become a Jindan monk in three years."

As soon as Chen Mo said this, Ji'an, who had been wavering, had a strong and incomparable confidence on his face.

He raised his head and looked straight at Chen mo.

"I believe in Uncle Chen Mo, and I believe in myself. In three years, I must become a Jindan friar. At that time, I will have a good look at her. I'm Ji'an."

Since then, Ji'an has a strong heart in his heart. From then on, Ji'an will come to Chen Mo every day, day after day. Six months later, Chen Mo will teach Ji'an some of his skills, but he has not yet stepped into the realm of condensate.

Ji'an would be curious to ask Chen Mo about this question. However, Chen Mo would not talk about it. Ji'an was puzzled, but he believed that Chen Mo could make himself a practitioner.

Ye Fang and Dazhuang also see the days of Ji'an's cultivation. They know that Xiaohua is proud and reluctant to go to the cultivation world. But they are willing to be the practitioners, and they don't want to do nothing in the village like them.

This shows that ordinary people want to be practitioners.