Along the way, Chen Mo walked quickly and quickly arrived at Yunfeng Square with his surge in cultivation.

In front of him is still the streets paved with bluestone that he is familiar with, and the Yunfeng Market is as lively and prosperous as ever.

Along the bluestone steps, Chen Mo looked at the shops on both sides and finally stopped in front of a shop called "Beast Palace".

At this time, two people walked out of the beast palace with a crane. The black-clothed cultivator said to the blue-clothed cultivator: "Fellow up, please come to this pavilion in the future."

The young cultivator nodded lightly and flew up. The white crane flapped its wings, and the crane roared long, carrying the young cultivator away.

Seeing the young man leaving, the middle-aged man wanted to return to the pavilion. Chen Mo quickly stepped forward and clasped his fists slightly, saying slowly, "I have seen fellow Taoist, but I don't know if my friend is the manager of this beast palace?"

Seeing that the boy in front of him was decently behaved, the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel a little fond. He also put his fists and replied, "You are kind to you, fellow Taoist, I'm the manager of the Beast Control Pavilion, please speak inside." After making a gesture of invitation, the middle-aged cultivator introduced Chen Mo to the "Beast Control Pavilion".

Chen Mo stopped talking, and after entering the inner hall, he went straight to the point and said, "I will go five thousand miles this time, I'll be asking fellow Taoists to recommend it to you." As he said that, he added: "There are not many spirit stones."

The middle-aged man smiled and said politely: "It is better to be a flying spirit beast with fifty spirit stones, fifty spirit stones, fellow Taoist thinks it is feasible?"

"Fifty spirit stones are really not available." Chen Mo said bluntly that there were not enough spirit stones. Although he felt embarrassed, he could not help but complain: "Why is this spirit beast so expensive?"

"Then, I suggest that fellow Taoists choose a first-level medium-grade red feather blood beast, which can travel 800 miles a day, and the spirit stones they use are not expensive.

If the travel time is short, you can calculate it according to the number of days, three cents of low-grade spirit stones a day.

If the time is longer, it can be calculated on a monthly basis. If there are six low-grade spirit stones per month, if there are more than three cents of low-grade spirit stones per day."

Chen Mo thought it was appropriate to be per month, but one month was also six lower-grade spirit stones, and one month was also required to be eighteen spirit stones.

But in the past six months, he has been practicing wholeheartedly, and the spirit stones are only costly, no entry, and only seven or eight spirit stones are hollowed out on his body.

But it doesn’t matter. At worst, before returning the horse, you can buy some irrelevant things and get enough of these spirit stones.

After thinking for a while, Chen Mo had already made up his attention and said certainly: "My fellow Taoist, then rent it as monthly for three months."

"Okay, so please follow me to choose." The middle-aged cultivator smiled slightly and took Chen Mo to the backyard of the Beast Palace.

The backyard of the Beast Palace is a lush forest, with hundreds of various spirit beasts neatly divided into squares, white cranes with stretched wings, first-level demon wolves covered with red and golden hair... Dozens of spirit beasts came into view, and he was very yearning for him, wishing he could quickly practice and catch his own spiritual beast.

Soon, the middle-aged cultivator took Chen Mo to dozens of blood-red spirit beasts. These spirit beasts were like horses, but had a short pair of red flesh wings on both ribs. This spirit beast was therefore called the Red Feather Blood Beast, also known as the Red Feather Blood Horse.

Red feathered blood horses are often known for their endurance, so those born with fat and strong bodies are most suitable for long journeys.

The middle-aged man glanced at the dozens of red-feathered blood beasts that were roaring and hissing, showing a satisfied look, and smiled at Chen Mo and said, "Fellow Taoist, choose one!"

Chen Mo nodded, pointed at a horse casually and said, "It's it."

When the middle-aged cultivator heard this, he sent someone to pull out the red-feathered blood horse and gave Chen Mo a yellow talisman the size of a palm and said, "This talisman is called a slut."

"Discovery Talisman? What's the use?" Chen Mo asked in confusion.

"Does fellow Taoist have to pass through the mortal world?" the middle-aged cultivator said with a smile.

Chen Mo frowned slightly, but then nodded.

When the middle-aged cultivator saw Chen Mo having doubts, he explained: "Many fellow Taoists rented red-feathered blood horses and mostly entered the mortal world. Therefore, this question below is that since they entered the mortal world, if they were seen by mortals, they would definitely be disturbed."

"It is best for us practitioners to not disturb the mortal world. This blind talisman is stuck on the flesh wings of the red-feathered blood horse, so the mortals will not be able to see..."

"So that's it." Chen Mo nodded, and after getting familiar with the slut, he also said goodbye to Muyan Village.

...

Five days later, dusk.

Chen Mo, one by one, had already appeared in the territory less than thirty miles outside Shengyang City.

Looking at the official road leading to Shengyang City from afar, even Chen Mo himself did not expect that it would take him half a month to arrive in Shengyang City.

Although Kongsang Xianmen and Muyan Village are five thousand miles apart, that is a straight line distance.

Looking back, although I had few stops along the way, and the mountain road was rugged, the journey was more than 5,000 miles. In addition, it was midsummer and the scorching sun, Chen Mo did not dare to use the rented spirit beasts, for fear of being tired and sick, so he did not dare to let the spirit beasts run for 800 miles in one day.

Therefore, it took only half a month to arrive at Shengyang City, more than 4,000 miles away.

Fortunately, after passing Shengyang City, you can walk less than 500 miles to return to Muyan Village where you are thinking about day and night.

In this way, even if you stop to purchase some things in Shengyang City tonight, you can still rush back to Muyan Village at most one or two days.

Although I feel like returning home, it is necessary to prepare something for the villagers.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo grabbed the horse's belly and stopped for no reason, and rushed towards Shengyang City. Until he arrived outside Shengyang City, Chen Mo then tied the reins and stopped the horse.

Dongyu Lake!

Chen Mo dismounted and stopped and looked forward.

On the banks of Dongyu Lake, the trees in Muyang are green and the willows are also lush. When a gust of wind comes, the willows are swaying and the lake surface is sparkling.

There are fishing boats rippling in the dusk light and shadow. Not far from the lakeside, a few untidy children were playing with something, and laughter was heard very far.

The summer winter Yuhu Lake is beautiful, but it is not as thrilling as the winter winter in my memory. It is crystal clear and the red flowers are like flowers.

Therefore, powerful people will not come to enjoy the scenery at this time. Therefore, poor people can own Dongyu Lake at this time.

This is the cycle of worldly affairs.

Just like the winter two years ago, I never thought that when I returned here, I was already a cultivator.

That day, the Wang family, who wanted to bury him, was afraid that they could only call him the immortal elder respectfully when they saw him.

Thinking of this, a sarcastic smile appeared on Chen Mo's face, but he was not so bored that he had to argue with the ants.

Chen Mo just couldn't help thinking.

That day, the autumn wind when I left my hometown.

That day, the villagers stood at the head of the village. The village chief's white hair was raised by the wind, the rough hands of the aunts and aunts kept rubbing their clothes and feet, the little girls' ragged clothes and reluctant eyes.

On that day, there were lands cracked due to drought and distant mountains that were desolate due to war, but they were gone.

After that day... Chen Mo no longer thought about going on, but turned his back on his horse. Isn't it over? If he really let down the expectations of the villagers, everything will end in the winter of that year, on the banks of the winter jade lake.

That winter was not the last bit of perseverance to die, and now I am afraid that I will be buried here.
Chapter completed!