Chapter 149 Before Going Down the Mountain The mountains and forests are lush and green, and the sun is Mo, who was standing beside the pond, held the secret map of the 'Ancient Land of Teng Snake' given to him by the master of Wanxiang Hall. His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled like those of a distant mountain, and his eyes swept across those densely crisscrossed routes, all of which marked the failures of the Feng Shui masters and famous sorcerers of various schools who had explored throughout the ages. "The three forces have been pacified, and there has been no disturbance from foreigners from the East. If you have nothing to do, maybe you can go to this ancient place for a walk." "If there really is a flying snake that turns into a dragon and disappears into the sky, hundreds of years have passed. I wonder if the snake cave 'Nine Evils Yintu' that I want to find still exists?" Jiang Mo muttered to himself, after meditating for several days in a row, the blood and flesh in his body were nourished and tempered by the true Qi day and night, gradually entering a flawless state, and his aura was restrained like the abyss, not leaking out at all. His hair was white as a waterfall, falling to his shoulders. Jiang Mo no longer tried to turn off the reverse growth state. To him, it was not a burden at all. "My cultivation is improving every day, but it's as slow as a turtle's crawl. It's better than nothing. Time flies, so I shouldn't be so lazy any more." Thinking of this, Jiang Mo decided to follow the coordinates on the blueprint and go to the ancient land to explore for opportunities. "Buzz!" Strands of twisted ripples appeared, and Heaven swallowed up the drawings. Immediately, he stood up and walked towards the buildings not far away. There are many simple wooden houses near the shooting range and martial arts training ground in the back mountain. Dozens of masons and carpenters came a few days ago to carry out the construction after receiving the order from Trinity Gate to build a building. Jiang Mo looked at the solid foundations that were being poured with countless cements, and the busy figures building wall after wall. The efficiency was not slow, but it would probably take at least a month or two to complete.
After watching for a while, Jiang Mo returned to the sect. When he passed through Qingxin Palace, he was spotted by Zhuge Yu. "Master, good morning." "morning." Jiang Mo asked him, "How is the task I assigned to you?" "It's almost done. Your magic weapons and the three that I have repaired have all been distributed to the brothers. The only two left are for Brothers Shuiyun and Changqing. I'm still repairing them, and it will probably take three to five days." Zhuge Yu followed Jiang Mo and narrated the whole process. He not only recommended suitable magical instruments to other disciples, but also looked up a lot of information, dug out the usage of those instruments and taught them. "Okay, do you want to come up and sit with me?" During the conversation, Jiang Mo walked to the Sutra Library and casually invited Zhuge Yu. "what?" Zhuge Yu scratched his head and said shyly, "No, Uncle Master, I haven't practiced yet today, so I don't dare to bother you any more." "Then go and do your thing." Jiang Mo entered the building and went straight to the third floor. There were densely packed wooden boxes piled up here, containing a large amount of minerals and medicinal materials. They were exactly what Lu Jin sent after he returned to the mountain yesterday. Yousha was doing her alchemical research in the corner. There were some red ores and five test tubes containing black liquid scattered on the table. Hearing the footsteps, she suddenly slowed down her movements and then spoke: "The blocks you requested have been refined and handed over to that old man Si Chong." "Refining the Book of Explosives?" Jiang Mo curiously approached Yousha's work desk and got the answer: "No, it's the Staff of Fear. This is more difficult and the process is more complicated." She explained while shaking the black viscous liquid in the test tube: "Refine it so that I can enter a focused working state in the shortest possible time. Once my alchemy skills and feel have gradually recovered, I can refine the Book of Explosives at the same time."
"Are you used to the life here? Are you having any trouble with your diet and daily life?" Jiang Mo stopped beside the table, examining the ores that had pits and pits all over them and looked ordinary on the surface. However, after being processed, dissolved, and differentiated, they played an important role in receiving magic runes, which was quite mysterious. "Fortunately, I'm not a picky eater." Yousha skillfully grasped a piece of ore in her right hand, and with her five fingers exerting force and closing them together, wisps of powder were injected into the test tube like sand flows, causing a violent boiling reaction. The dark liquid faded to light silver, and the material properties tended to stabilize. "Master, if one day, Shen Hai or someone else learns that I'm hiding here, will you hand me over?" Yousha asked this question suddenly. "It depends on what the matter is. If you kill someone innocently and make an enemy of someone else, you will be killed if someone finds you." Jiang Mo spoke calmly. He acknowledged Yousha's value, but he was not so absurd as to confuse right and wrong and protect her crimes. "That's not the case. The guys who dare to cause trouble to me are all from the organization." Yousha shook her head and asked with a smile: "But, from what the head of the sect said, it seems that he can protect me?" "Deep sea? If they know your whereabouts, just come and negotiate with me. If they dare to enter the mountain without reason, then you don't have to leave." Jiang Mo’s attitude was clear: he knew nothing about Yousha’s past and was not interested in it. But as the head of the sect, from his point of view, as long as Yousha does not commit a serious crime, there is no need to say more about his determination to protect his disciples. "it is good" Yousha heard the hidden meaning and thought it was a good answer. Of course, she was also sure that as long as they hid in this mountain, they would at least be safe. Afterwards, Jiang Mo asked Yousha some common sense about alchemy. After chatting for a while, he did not disturb her work and turned to go to the fourth floor. Cheng Zhen and Si Chong were both here. They sat by the window, drinking tea and playing chess. They were quite relaxed. When they saw Jiang Mo coming, they greeted him happily: "Uncle Master, come quickly and take a seat." "Hey, Junior Brother, you came just in time. Cheng Zhen is no match for me. It would be fun to play against you." On the chessboard, the black and white pieces were in a state of finality, and Cheng Zhen's white pieces were losing step by step, with little chance of winning. Jiang Mo exchanged a few pleasantries with them, then sat aside, watching the game in silence, waiting for it to end. Instantly, Cheng Zhen put down the last white chess piece and said admiringly: "Uncle Master, I am not your opponent. I am ashamed." "No problem, let me take your place." While Si Chong was sorting out the chess game, he said to Jiang Mo: "Junior brother, during the days you were in seclusion, I have completed all the tasks you asked me to do. The only two buildings in the back mountain are yet to be completed." "Oh! By the way, have you returned to your room?" "No, what's wrong?" Jiang Mo smiled lightly, rearranged the chessboard, and played against Si Chong. "I bought you some new clothes and a shirt. They look very smart. If you put them on, they will look great." As if Chong was holding the black piece, he was in a very good mood. He picked up the teacup and drank it down his throat. "Shirt?"
Jiang Mo was stunned for a moment, and roughly understood what his senior brother meant. He suddenly smiled and said, "You are talking about suits, right?" "Thank you." "Also, Jin'er came back yesterday, and the foreign toys you asked his uncle to buy are now stored in Siming Palace." "Ammunition, grenades, and guns are all available, as well as six M1 rocket launchers." Seeing Si Chong talking nonstop, Jiang Mo nodded: "Okay, I'll leave this batch of resources to you to distribute and dispose of. I'll have to trouble you to supervise the disciples' practice in the future." "Where's Jin'er?" Cheng Zhen, who was standing by, responded, "Xiao Lu and Chang Qing have gone into seclusion in the treasure land in the back mountain. They will probably come out at night." "Is this so" Jiang Mo placed the white chess piece on the board with clear thinking and almost no hesitation, his chess skills seemed to be slightly better than the opponent. "Is Will back?" "Yes, it seems to be a minor injury." Cheng Zhen poured tea for Jiang Mo, handed it to his hand, and said, "I have arranged a bedroom on the west side for him and some external medicines. He stays indoors. Uncle Master, do you need me to call him to see you?" "Injured? Logically speaking, the remnants of the three families may not be able to hurt him." Jiang Mo was a little confused, but he didn't take it to heart. He told Cheng Zhen, "Call him over for dinner. I'll play a few games of chess with Master Si Chong first." "Yes, disciple understands." At dusk, Si Chong and Cheng Zhen left for dinner. Jiang Mo sat quietly in front of the window, gazing at the gorgeous sunset in the sky. Soon, footsteps were heard downstairs. Will, who was bandaged and still injured, came over to meet after being summoned. "How's it going? Sit down." Considering that Weir's status had changed from a prisoner to the sect's "guardian", Jiang Mo asked him to sit down and warmed a cup of tea for him. "Thanks." Weier held the teacup and reported the battle situation: "I destroyed many of the strongholds of the Sinful Sand and Shadow Bamboo Society. I dealt with all their top leaders. Only Wan Nian Shou evacuated too suddenly, and I couldn't catch up with him." "Very good, please take care of these chores." Jiang Mo noticed the broken wrist bone in Weier's right arm and gestured, "Tell me about these injuries. How did they come about?" "Gurgling." Will tilted his head back, his Adam's apple rolling, and drank the tea in one gulp, slightly moistening his pale, cracked lips before recounting the whole incident. "I killed the two remaining elders of Sin Sand and met Stef from the same organization. He accepted Sin Sand's order and wanted to escort them away." "Are you familiar with him?" Jiang Mo didn't expect to encounter such an episode. As both of them were aliens from the 'Deep Sea', their strengths were similar, and Will was injured, so he would inevitably suffer a loss in a head-on confrontation.
"Not familiar, just met a few times." Will picked up the teapot and filled it with tea again. His throat was too dry, and he drank several cups in a row before he felt better. "The Deep Sea has no leader, and we are not bound by anything. Rather than being an organization, it is more like an underground black market established by us overseas refugees to share all kinds of information, resources, and commissions." "Stefan asked me to stop and when I refused, he started to do it." Speaking of this, the dull pain from the wound and the broken wrist bone made Will's eyes grow colder: "Before I left, I cursed and killed his employer in front of him." "Oh? Really? Not bad." Jiang Mo raised his eyebrows, with a hint of approval in his words. "The next day, when I was hunting other targets, I was found by this old mad dog. There was no way to retreat, so we had a fight." Weier lowered his head, staring at the clear tea, as if recalling the fierce battle, and said quietly: "It was a close call. I killed the vice president of the Shadow Bamboo Society and other elite members. He was unable to stop us and only broke my wrist bone." "If I were in better condition, I might be able to break through his defense and inflict fatal injuries on him." (End of this chapter)