Under the call of the middle -aged scribes, the stone ran over and stood there honestly, let Mo Que check.
Mo Que groped on him. He could see the middle -aged scribes nervous, and he didn't dare to breathe.
After the inspection, Mo Que asked the stone to play by himself, and the middle -aged scribes asked anxiously: "How? What can you see?"
No answer, but asked, "Every time the stone is lethargic, is the body as burning and full of redness, and it is extremely hot?"
The middle -aged text couldn't help but stunned, and he hurriedly nodded for a while.
Mo Que said: "If there is no accident, the reason why he is because it has the body of Jiuyang."
"What is the body of Jiuyang?" The middle -aged scribes were blank.
"The stone was born in the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun?" Mo Que asked again.
Middle -aged scribes thought for a moment, shocked: "This is true!"
Mo Que said: "If this is the case, it is only the body of Siyang. Although there are not many people such, it is not rare, but the father or mother of the stone, but there is one person.
Born. ""
"Yes!" Middle -aged Smarts clapped: "His father is indeed the body of Siyang."
"The body of Siyang is not rare, but the father and son are the body of Siyang, and there are very few!"
Jiuyang's body! "
He had guess what the extreme yang was in his heart. When the stone family had to drink water before, there was a big tree behind the stone family named Ziyang Tree.
This kind of tree is not strange, but it can absorb the power of the sun.
The father of Siyang's body, coupled with the birth of Siyang, and born under the purple sun tree, allowing the stone to have the body of Jiuyang.
The reason why he was lethargic every day was because the power of the sun was the most prosperous at that time, and the yang in his body could not be guided, and he would bump in his body and make it faint.
During the coma, the whole person was red, like a burning.
"So ... Is the stone rescued?" Middle -aged scribes looked at Mo Que.
Mo Que looked at the stones not far away, silent, murmured: "Could it be, this is it God's will?"
The body of Jiuyang is rare in the world. It is necessary to exist at the same time, and the three, and the three can appear at the same time.
With such a rare constitution, Mo Que did not know, but when he was the idea of the former master of the martial arts hall, there was a message about the body of Jiuyang.
Because this constitution is the best choice for cultivating the sun.
When the predecessor of the Wutian Palace was alive, in order to find this constitution, I did n’t know how many years it took, but I did n’t find it in my life.
Now, Mo Que meets such a child. It is like a guidelines in the meditation. Let him come here and save the stones.
At this moment, Mo Que was a little hesitant. Whether the martial arts can save the world, it is unknown. Even if he passed on the method of the sun in the inner yang in the stones today, it may be more difficult to enter the martial arts and the fate of the stone.
"Okay, since I came here, I saved you, but I ca n’t enter the martial arts. How is the future fate? You are determined by yourself!" Mo Que finally made a decision.
To pass on the sun martial arts, he had already accepted the stone as an apprentice, but the martial arts future was unknown, and he didn't want to pull the stone into the martial arts.
Therefore, he decided to leave the method of the sun so that the middle -aged scribe taught stone to cultivate, so that the stone can guide the yang in the inner yang.
As for the study of this method, whether it can only be used for life or to cultivate, it depends on his own creation.
"Thank you, thank you!" The middle -aged scribes were grateful, and tremblingly took over the method of Mo Qian's writing.
This method was originally incomplete, and could not even cultivate the king's realm, but Mo Que summarized his experience and continued the latter part, enough to repair the realm of the King of Heaven.
Which step can you take, just look at the stone itself.
"Say!" Mo Que turned around and walked outside the door.
When he walked away, the middle -aged scribes called the stone, said: "Stone, hurry up!"
The young stones were puzzled, but they were very obedient. They kneeling on the ground, and respectfully the back of Mo Que.
"Stone, remember!" The middle -aged scribe said sharply: "Your life is given by this person. From today, he is your master. You must not forget Master's recreation of you in this life!"
The stone raised his head, and he was obviously unable to understand why he was worshiped that person as a teacher, and he didn't understand why his life was given by that person.
But he didn't doubt. Looking at the far background, he nodded seriously.
After leaving that small village, Mo Que continued to walk around the edge of the fairyland.
Reading thousands of books, it is better to walk thousands of miles.
He moved forward, abandoned the method of fairy road, and blocked the martial arts. On the way, he felt all things in the world, and even all beings. He only felt that there was a new perception of all things to the world.
For a few days, Mo Que came to a small town, found a tea stall in the town, and asked for a bowl of tea.
"Well!"
In the town, there are people who have cultivated people from time to time, and they are fast, as if they are rushing to rush to.
"Those are all immortals on the mountains nearby. I heard that there have been treasures in the west recently. Those cactators rush to grab!"
For mortals in the mountains, the cultivation of the cultivation in the mountains is no different from the immortals.
At this time, there were several mortals whispering.
"I heard that those immortals have gone a lot, but not a few back. In the end, they were not trapped there, or they died there!"
"Really false, what's so terrible, can't even cope with those immortals?"
After listening to a few words, I didn't care too much. It is estimated that some strange treasures were born, which caused the competition of some surrounding sectors. He didn't have much interest.
At this moment, a man suddenly came and sat next to him.
There are several empty tables in the tea stall, but the man did not sit at one table, so he sat here.
This person is tall, wearing a bucket, lowering his head, making people not see his face.
He also wanted a pot of tea, poured a bowl of himself, and said slowly: "I have never drinked tea for many years, and I almost forgot what it tastes."
Speaking of raising his head, drinking the tea.
At the moment he looked up, Mo Que finally saw his face.
It is a face full of face.
At the beginning of Taichu, the emperors in various domains met each other briefly. Mo Que had seen this face at that time.
Another Emperor of the Domain!
"You recognized me, don't escape?" The emperor named Jiang Wanli. He had a feeling at this moment. The young man in front of him seemed to make him a little invisible.
Ten thousands of miles on foot, Mo lacks his temperament, and has a calmness and deepness on his body, such as an ancient well, not shocked.
He poured a bowl of tea for himself, and then said slowly: "Since you can't escape, why do you need to escape?"
The corner of Jiang Wanli's mouth evoked a mocking smile: "Do you think you can fight with me?"