Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 59|Tianli Jingwei

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The aura sounds mysterious, but it's actually not uncommon.

It doesn't have to be a place off the beaten track. Deep mountains and dense forests are fine, and small rivers and shallow bays are also fine.

The aura is like the fog in the morning. Sometimes it stays in this place, and sometimes it floats elsewhere. A place full of aura is like a valley prone to fog, every time there will be aura enveloping, just stay there and wait.

Moli once thought that aura was easy to find.

Especially Qi Mao Mountain.

When planting ginseng, it is not a good spiritual point, so I would be too lazy to take a look at the ink carp.

There is more than one mountain in Zhushan County. Although the other mountains are not as abundant as Qimao Mountain, they are not too bad. When the sun rises and the moon sets, you can always feel a trace of aura flowing slowly.

Qin Lu once said that the pleasure of living in a secluded forest is to pick herbs in the morning and cook tea in the evening, and to listen to the sound of bamboo groves at leisure.

He praised this feeling of being far away from the world, and Moli sat in the lower head and thought silently, of course, with so much aura, how could it be uncomfortable to live?

To tell you the truth, aura has this effect on people.

Only the first half sentence is true for the so-called natural treasures and outstanding people.

No matter how many talented people come out in one place, they have nothing to do with the local veins.

Qimao Mountain is full of spiritual energy and vigorous vegetation, but it is not a panacea everywhere, and there are only a handful of birds and beasts with human nature. A radish planted in the spiritual cave is more delicious than other radishes, but it is still a radish.

Limited by talent, ginseng is ginseng and radish is radish.

At least it still grows in the ground!

When the dragon veins are in trouble, when the spiritual energy surges out crazily, it can ripen the elixir and give birth to seeds, making the whole mountain restless, but people are different.

Whether it is a child prodigy or a talented person, none of them are green radishes buried in the soil. They are irresponsible for what kind of people they are and who they will become in the future.

It’s true that one side feeds the other side.

It's nonsense to say that the feng shui here is good, and all future generations are good at it.

After Moli left Zhushan County, although he didn't find a place full of aura like Qimao Mountain, he still had some aura. After Shilang Mountain was tossed so much, there still remained aura.

However, when stepping into the territory of Yongzhou, Mo Lei really feels the difference here.

The village is dilapidated, the well water is dry, and sometimes there are patches of dead trees outside the village.

How can a tree without bark live?

Mo Carp's expression is solemn, and Meng Qi becomes more anxious.

Meng Qi recovered some of his memories of spiritual energy. He also felt that he needed spiritual energy. However, strangely, they did not find a place with spiritual energy when Moli could walk three hundred miles a day. .

"The front is Shimo Mountain."

Moli stopped to look, and found the map again.

Despite the shabby name, Shimo Mountain is the largest mountain in this area.

The more you go south, the slower the terrain. Yongzhou is not as mountainous as Pingzhou.

Meng Qi is not a real gerbil. Although he is small, his eyes are very good. Like Moli, he saw the shadow of the distant mountains. He was refreshed and hoped that there would be aura.

It's a pity that Wangshan ran to death. When I got to the mountain, I was afraid it would be midnight.

"...Don't be impatient, there is no aura, maybe it is due to drought."

Moli couldn't help but put his hand on Fat Mouse again, and he comforted him, "This way, you have also seen that many villages and towns are very dilapidated, and there is a shortage of water everywhere."

Auras are born from earth veins, nourish each other, and circulate back and forth.

A place where there is no water, even if there was aura, it can’t be kept.

Mo Lei can only guess at the map which places may have aura, and try to be in the direction leading to Taijing. This can save time, and he can't worry about Li Diling.

The barrenness of Yongzhou once made Moli want to turn his head and head straight to Zhushan County with the gerbils.

After all, in Qimao Mountain, you don’t need to bother at all, just throwing it anywhere is aura...

The afterglow of the setting sun smeared the sky into a dark red, and there was only the whistling wind on the open field, like a ghost crying.

The black carp collected the map, found a place to shelter from the wind, took out the hard cake and smashed it to pieces, specially looking for the soft and a little bit in the middle to feed the gerbils.

Meng Qi: "..."

From a person to a mouse, the doctor still did not forget to stare at him and eat?

Meng Qi twisted his head and pretended to be dying, without even looking at the broken pie.

"Don't eat?"

Meng Qi continued to pretend to be dead. He had eaten this hard cake. It was tasteless, and there was no oil.

Mo Li didn't persuade him any more, he moved the fat mouse to his lap, and then ate the crumbs by himself.

He ate very carefully and carefully, and none of the bits fell to the ground.

Meng Qi looked up for a while, and suddenly felt that he could eat this kind of hard cake like someone who was going to a banquet at the Spring Festival Tour in Beijing. It was really amazing. If he didn't know the taste of the cake, he probably thought it was. What delicacies.

As I was thinking, there was a hard pie on my lips.

Meng Qi might have thought of it, but instinctively opened his mouth and bit.

"..."

Forget it, let's eat what's in your mouth.

The teeth of the gerbils are very useful, and the hard crumbs are easy to bite.

Meng Qi, who had lost his face, did not give up on himself, chewed twice very carefully to keep the meat on the gerbil's cheeks from shaking.

Although he has exerted the greatest perseverance to maintain the image of eating, the speed is not controlled slowly, and he feels very generous, but the fat mouse is the fat mouse, and the external conditions are dragging its legs, and the movements are not elegant. use!

Mo Li didn't laugh at him, but silently broke a small piece and passed it.

Doctor Mo's mood is very delicate.

A person who expresses his affection without evasiveness will turn into a fat mouse in his hand in a blink of an eye. Anyone who changes will find it subtle. The best solution was to separate the two for a period of time. Unfortunately, Meng Qi is not only a patient, but now he is still a gerbil that does not change back into a human form.

He can't leave the gerbils alone, can he?

If it's a fox or a wolf, just walk around.

The result is so small!

Moli felt a little discomfort in his chest. This was a sequelae of being rubbed by the paws of gerbils. I always felt that there was something there.

I changed someone else, no, I changed another creature. I dared to do this. Doctor Mo would definitely pick it up and throw it aside, but what if the gerbil is thrown out and snatched by a wild cat squatting nearby? Catch up and fight with the cat? Snatch the fat mouse back from the cat's paw?

Thinking of this consequence, Mo Lei immediately resisted.

At that time, there were not only outsiders in the ancestral hall, but Meng Qi's previous situation was very bad. Can't see things clearly, and can't hear sounds. Maybe it's because of nightmares that gerbils rubbing their paws indiscriminately?

After making an excuse for Meng Qi, Mo Li's anger disappeared a lot.

Otherwise, what can I do? Do you have to reach out and poke and push the fat mouse, who is holding the broken pie, to roll three times in place?

The gerbil's long hair trembled.

Meng Qi thought, strange, why is it suddenly cold?

Moli thought blankly. He raised a white fox, a ginseng, and a big snake, hoping to cultivate them into monsters, but failed to count on any of them. Finally, he picked up a fat rat outside.

If you bring this back, I don't know what the teacher will think.

Pushing the last bite into his mouth, Meng Qi looked at the dazed Moli and tentatively touched the doctor's finger hanging in front of him.

Mo Lei regained his senses abruptly and glanced at Fat Mouse complicatedly.

The gerbil is at a loss.

"Let's go."

Mo Li thought that Meng Qi didn't even know what his real name was. It was a little funny and a little guilty.

As I was thinking, Mo Li suddenly felt an aura.

The aura is too weak, as if the wind blows away.

Mo Lei stared at the ground stubbornly, the spiritual energy came and went fast, there was no time to grasp its veins, he simply waited motionless.

Finally when another gust of wind came, Moli felt the direction of the aura.

"It's not Shimoshan?" Moli was also surprised, but at this time he couldn't think about it anymore. He picked up Fat Mouse and ran in that direction.

Gradually, the traces of aura become more and more obvious.

In the end, the ink carp stopped by a dry river.

The river bed is completely exposed, and there is no dead grass. Because of the freezing of snow in the winter and sunset, when the spring flowers bloom, it is estimated that the river can be restored a little bit.

The aura is left over from this river.

The Moli walked further along the river channel, and the aura was still absent.

"Huh?"

Moli saw that there was a box-shaped thing at the bottom of the river, square, because it happened to be buried in the front of the river where it was supposed to be a spiritual cave. Only then did Moli noticed it.

The box is black, not too big, and it's so dark that I don't know what material it is.

Moli did not go down, he raised his hand and brushed it, the mud and sand rolled down, and the box was also shaken out by internal force.

It's probably been a long time since I sank in the river, and the lock on the box had been rusted badly. Moli tried it and found that it was actually a gloomy wooden box.

The so-called gloomy wood will not fade, decay, or grow insects.

There were some small cracks on the wooden box, and the ink carp shook forcefully along the cracks.

"Slap."

The box opened, and a small group of golden things rolled out of it.

The gerbil looked suspiciously, Moli waited for a while, and found that there was no mechanism in the box, and there was no poisonous fog, so he walked over and picked up the golden object.

It looked like something the size of a fist, but when I held it in my hand, I found that it was folded up. When the ink carp didn't pay attention, it shook flat and turned into a weird-looking golden waistcoat.

Meng Qi: "..."

Moli: "..."

The relics of that sensational former martial arts leader were first stolen by the gods and then involved in love, hatred, and murder for money. Finally, what was the name of the coveted thing?

Golden Silk Armor?