MTL - Be a Salted Fish In the Harem Text-Chapter 12 012

Planting flowers, reading books, the days passed day by day.

It may be due to the lack of energy channels, but in August, Mu Sheng found that his cultivation had reached the peak of the pulse opening stage, and he could enter the foundation building stage at any time. Mu Sheng didn't forcibly suppress her cultivation, but when she hit the foundation building stage, an extremely strange thing happened.

Juyuan pills disappeared one by one, and the spiritual power formed a flowing vortex around her. Outside, Ah Chou tilted his head and screamed anxiously, paws kept scratching the ground, leaving behind countless A deep scratch.

At this time, Mu Sheng was immersed in a mysterious and mysterious atmosphere, and the spiritual power was swimming in the energy veins, rushing to the dantian, forming a cycle. However, she did not build the foundation logically, but opened up sixteen new energy channels in her body. After the spiritual power accumulated to the peak was evenly distributed, now there is only a shallow layer left, which is the distance from the foundation establishment. All of a sudden it got far away.

It was already the second watch when Mu Sheng woke up from the samadhi. Her body was covered in sticky sweat, and her face was also a little gray. It didn't look real. While directing Achou to boil the water, she contemplated her Qi meridians, and found another sixteen in her body, but for some reason, they were not as obvious as the first twenty Qi meridians, but half-hidden. half cash. Mu Sheng had a thought, as long as she didn't tell, perhaps no one would be able to discover that she had thirty-six energy channels.

Her Qi meridian is top-grade, thirty-six is ​​the extreme number, and anyone who joins a sect at will is someone who will be given special care—but Mu Sheng immediately dispelled such thoughts. Wouldn't it be embarrassing to be a genius and then fall like Meng Yan? Mu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, and put those messy things behind him. Whatever it is, remember to stay away from the plot and grow your own field.

Mu Sheng's beautiful thoughts were shattered in mid-August.

When the sword talisman from the sect came, she was playing with those yellow-rank spiritual grasses in the spiritual field with her sleeves rolled up.

If there is still room for rejection of the news from the deacon hall, then this sword talisman from the inner sect is something every disciple must obey. Mu Sheng pinched the sword talisman with two fingers, and there were more things related to it in his mind-someone in Shanwu City, one of the Tianyan Sect's subordinate cities, disappeared for no reason, and the sect sent disciples to find out. Logically speaking, these things should fall on the disciples of the inner sect, so how come she, a farmer, was brought along?

Mu Sheng wanted to understand the reason when he returned to the mountain gate with Ah Chou and met Meng Yan.

This time, the leader of the team was Meng Yan, a direct disciple of Daoist Su Xue. It was not difficult for him to force himself into the team. Mu Sheng took a deep breath, and scolded Meng Yan thousands of times in his heart, but before she could shake his face, Meng Yan made a dissatisfied voice.

"Did Junior Sister neglect her cultivation recently? How could her cultivation not increase but decrease instead?"

Judging from the inspiration in the spirit veins, her cultivation has indeed regressed, but in fact, all thirty-six energy veins have been opened, and the spiritual power in her body is really not less than ordinary people. Mu Sheng didn't argue with Meng Yan, she frowned, looked at Luo Changhuai and Wen Xixue who were walking towards her quickly, and whispered, "Are you going there too?"

Luo Changhuai and Wen Xixue nodded solemnly, and they looked at Mu Sheng with a little more worry. One must know that Mu Sheng seldom goes out on weekdays, and she has little actual combat experience, so I don't know if she will encounter danger? Meng Yan is also true, because he is Linchuan Peak's direct disciple, he chooses people casually.

"Junior Sister Mu, is she going there too?" The person who spoke was Du Yunyi. As a registered disciple of Linchuan Peak, he should be with Meng Yan. Among the four peaks, apart from the two of them, there is Lin Qingyun, Qingxue Peak's registered disciple, who is also at the Foundation Establishment stage.

"My generation of monks should sharpen themselves in dangerous situations, and will only retreat instead of advancing in comfortable days." Meng Yan said with his hands behind his back, frowning. His eyes fell on the little iron beast, and he said, "Junior Sister has not established a foundation yet, and cannot contract a spirit beast. Bringing it around will only be a hindrance, why not put it in the beast garden in the sect."

Mu Sheng originally went in one ear and out the other, but when Meng Yan mentioned Achou, she felt a little more unhappy. She met Meng Yan's proud face, and said in a low voice, "Which rule in the sect says that spirit beasts cannot be raised?"

In Meng Yan's impression, Mu Sheng was still the girl who was obedient to him, but now that he heard her contradict, the dissatisfaction in his eyes was even worse. He looked at Mu Sheng and said, "Junior Sister! I am doing it for your own good."

Mu Sheng gave Meng Yan a sideways look, and a mocking smile curled up on the corner of his lips.

Lin Qingyun, who was listening to their conversation, became a little impatient. She frowned, turned her gaze to Meng Yan, and said softly, "Senior brother Meng, let's go quickly."

Meng Yan harbored anger in his heart, but it was not easy to express it face to face, so he just snorted heavily. Although it is said that three people have built the foundation, they have not really learned how to fly with the sword. This time, they will use the flying magic weapon to go to Shanwu City. I saw Meng Yan took out a golden paper boat from his sleeve, poured spiritual power into it, and the paper boat flew into the air, turning into a gorgeous golden boat, let alone six people, even if It is more than enough to accommodate a hundred people.

Luo Changhuai, Wen Xixue and the others also had a lot of missions in the past, but it was the first time they came into contact with a flying magic weapon, so they couldn't help being a little surprised, while Mu Sheng sat with her eyebrows frowned. I spoke.

The golden boat shuttled through the clouds, and the palaces and houses below gradually became smaller and smaller.

Luo Changhuai waited and watched for a while, then turned his attention away and looked at Mu Sheng, who was sitting alone holding Ah Chou. She hesitated for a moment, then sat in front of Mu Sheng and whispered: "Junior Sister, don't be sad."

"What's sad?" Mu Sheng raised his head blankly.

Luo Changhuai looked at Mu Sheng's expression that didn't seem to be fake, and the words froze on his lips.

Mu Sheng came back to her senses, she whispered: "I'm thinking about Shanwu City, who is it that randomly plunders the people in the city?"

Luo Changhuai said: "I don't know about the mountain gate, so let me go out and check it out. In short, it's either the monster clan or the demon gate." After a pause, she added, "There is also the Lost Music Gate. "Humans, demons, and demons coexist in Kyushu. Although there will be no life-and-death battles, small frictions never stop.

Mu Sheng nodded slowly. In the plot, after she joined the inner sect with Meng Yan, she had several missions, but she didn't know which one. She doesn't have any impression of Shanwu City. Could it be that it was newly derived after the plot was changed? Mu Sheng's brows stretched, but Achou seemed to be strange when he was hugged by her, and he was wriggling his body restlessly.

"What's wrong?" Mu Sheng lowered his head and asked warmly.

Ah Chou didn't respond, her human eyes were fixed on Mu Sheng, with a hint of inquiry hidden, but it was fleeting.