Just when Mo Chengjun's "whistle" spread, not far away, Ba Mansion.

Baling'er, who was originally restless, suddenly paused and then burst into laughter.

The joy was beyond words.

He was really happy, happy for his brother.

On the side, Zhao Rulan's expression instantly became stunned and unbelievable.

Even that night, when Baling'er spoke like that, Zhao Rulan still had doubts.

This is not a lack of trust between her and Baling'er, it is simply the knowledge and judgment she should have as an excellent Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator.

Thousands of years have passed, and countless wonderful and beautiful people have suffered a bloody blow at this level.

Why did you take that step?

But now, the facts are before her.

At this moment, even Zhao Rulan herself did not notice that Mo Chengjun already had a different status in her heart.

…

Four Seasons Peak, inside the Bamboo Garden.

"He succeeded?"

"He actually succeeded!"

"He succeeded!"

These three sentences are all from the mouth of Fairy Ruoli.

Until the end, when she looked at her master, her excitement and joy overshadowed her usual coldness and unique charm.

As for the Four Seasons Sword Master, this big boss acted very calmly, sitting there calmly, sipping tea calmly, and calmly reading a book.

Even if the news came that Mo Chengjun had successfully built the foundation, it still could not disturb her.

Only the little girl in the bun, the little girl who knows her master best, can discover it.

The female swordsman turned the pages of the book much faster than usual.

And that book is called "The Secret of Hope"

…

It is also this day, Yunjian City.

For the first time, the old master gave a group of young boys and girls a half-day holiday. He also wandered to a wine shop and bought a jar of the best wine.

The old master's ability to drink was not good, and his quality of wine was even worse. He would get drunk with just one pot of wine. In the private school, he would act like a drunkard everywhere.

At this moment, he didn't behave like a dying old man.

It was also at this moment that someone who had lived on Chashu Street all his life was telling others.

The old master is a teetotaler, and the last time he drank alcohol seems to have been traced back forty or fifty years ago.

It was also an afternoon, and the old master still looked young. After returning from a trip, he was very drunk.

It's just, it's different from this time.

That time, although the old master was also drunk and crazy,

But he is crying.

…

Mo Chengjun's foundation building movement is a bit loud, but where is this place?

This is the Galaxy Sword Sect!

This is the Immortal Sect with hundreds of thousands of disciples!

There are people here trying to break through every day!

Whether it is a success or a failure, having one more sword cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Realm is nothing.

Moreover, Mo Chengjun is actually very low-key.

As a scientific research leader, apart from being immersed in his own research world, he rarely takes the initiative to care about the outside world, and his contact area is extremely narrow.

Naturally, not many people know about him.

But when he breaks through, the sect uniform he wears no longer belongs to the inner disciple, but to the true disciple!

Although there are fewer true inheritances of foundation building, they are still true inheritances, right?

Of course, Mo Chengjun is really not the kind of person who likes to show off.

Although there has been qualitative progress, the plan to celebrate is to cook a sumptuous dinner myself.

I'm looking for a few bottles of good wine and inviting a group of friends to have a banquet under the moonlight. I won't come home until I'm drunk!

In fact, he didn't have many friends. Apart from Xue Pan and his son, Baling'er and his wife, and the lovely little Rui'er, there was also Fairy Ruoli.

This one was a bit colder and not easy to get close to, but Mo Chengjun thought about it and invited her over.

After all, she is the one who leads Mo Chengjun into immortality.

However, when she came, she had a bad look on her face and was indifferent, which made Mo Chengjun even wonder if he owed her several million?

Mo Chengjun couldn't figure it out, but he just wanted to entertain him warmly. Master Jin Dan, why don't we support him?

In the evening breeze,

Under the waning moon,

In the small courtyard,

Beside the big tree,

square table,

The table is full of food and wine, friends drink together and chat.

This is a very harmonious scene, like a painting.

Also today, Mo Chengjun showed his talkative side. Although he is a homebody and addicted to research, it does not mean that his emotional intelligence is low.

In fact, how can a person who can run a laboratory of a hundred people and achieve continuous scientific research results really not understand the world?

However, his sense of urgency was too strong before, and the 'death limit' was like a wolf chasing after him, forcing him to run for his life.

Of course, even though the foundation has been established, Mo Chengjun still can't figure out how much life he still has. His body is too special.

But there is no doubt that, after adjusting to the best condition, he will live for at least tens or hundreds of years, and the subsequent matters can naturally be taken slowly.

But when Mo Chengjun lost his heavy burden and wanted to communicate with others, his originally suppressed emotional intelligence emerged.

He doesn't talk much and is a good listener.

But he speaks very deeply and can often hit the nail on the head.

He has extensive knowledge and unique insights. He never follows what others say when looking at problems and can give different views and opinions.

Chatting and bragging with him can often keep you in a happy mood and inspire you.

This may have something to do with the fact that he once served as a doctoral supervisor for a period of time.

That night, Mo Chengjun let everyone see his heroic and passionate side.

One glass of wine followed another, one sentence after another, and the atmosphere on the wine table reached its peak.

Even Ruoli has lost her fairy-like coldness. After a few glasses of wine, she is flushed with both hands.

Yes, this was the first time Mo Chengjun saw her face.

Duan is as beautiful as jade, which will captivate the country, especially the two red clouds, which make people want to take a bite.

Of course, just thinking about it.

Mo Chengjun was not so courageous. When the thought came up, he immediately shook it off.

When it was fun, even the four-eared donkey demon came to join in the fun. Taking advantage of everyone's happiness, he had to play for everyone.

Don't tell me, as long as you don't look at that donkey face and just listen to the voice, the singing is actually not bad.

Being in a good mood, Mo Chengjun actually made the decision immediately and gave him a few days off and a few pieces of silver so that he could go to Yunjian City to listen to the opera.

Just this, the four-eared donkey demon was so excited that he even sang out of tune.

Everyone was laughing, eating, talking, playing and making noise, and didn't disperse until late at night.

Mo Chengjun didn't pay attention to the mess on the ground, and just stayed under the tree, enjoying the evening breeze, and fell asleep in the smoke.

…

Perhaps it is because he has let go of his heavy psychological baggage after successfully building the foundation, or perhaps it is because he has made great progress in his spiritual power after breaking through the "Zhongtian Arctic Lagerstroemia Concept Method".

During this sleep, Mo Chengjun had a dream, a long dream.

He dreamed of a night filled with dark clouds and lightning and thunder.
To be continued...