Chapter 50

That night, Feng Yimo lived in a small building in the medicine field. In the middle of the night, he was awakened by the sound of rustling. Looking out from the second floor, he found that there were many puppets in the medicine field. They had the same head, trunk and limbs as people. Holding the medicine basket and sickle, he walked into the medicine field and began to harvest the medicine.

Feng Yimo was so surprised that he floated down from the small building and came to fengqishan standing on the ridge of the field. He asked, "Uncle Qishan, is this puppet art?"

After fengqishan's casting, he took a deep look at fengyimo and said, "it's very insightful. But it's not puppet art. At most, it's a rudiment. It can do some very simple movements

At this time, Feng Yimo already understood why fengqishan could manage more than 1000 mu of medicine field by himself. It turned out that these puppets were helping. Puppets are more loyal than people. They don't betray or reveal secrets.

He saw the puppet door step, walk, bend over, wave the sickle, then pick up the elixir, and then the next step, the process is slightly astringent, knowing that this puppet is not a puppet art, if it is a real puppet art, it will be very flexible, as long as a command goes on, the puppet will certainly complete the task, there is no need to watch on the ridge. After a short stay, he went back to the second floor and began to practice.

In order not to be suspected by others, before entering maple leaf Town, he still let the spirit eating silkworm absorb most of the spirit power, leaving only a small part. His appearance is very weak, and his breath is unstable, just like he has just started to practice.

"If only there was a magic that could hide cultivation, there was no need to cheat." Feng Yimo talks to himself and starts to search among all the jade slips. Suddenly, he takes out the map of animal skin. Since he got it in Pipa Town, he hasn't had time to look at it carefully.

When he spread out the hide, he found that it was a very rare monster's skin. It was very thin, but very tough. There was a two inch gap on it. At first sight, it was cut by some kind of sharp blade. The hide is very old, which means it's very old. I don't know how many years it is. There is a faint handwriting on it. It depicts a towering mountain peak. At the top of the peak, there is a diamond pattern. There is nothing else. I don't know what it is for. I don't know whether it is the location of the treasure, the location of the clan, or the place where the two people agreed to meet.

Feng Yimo only collected this animal skin before, because he felt that it was unusual. Now it seems that the map on the animal skin has no substantive effect at all, so he had to put away the animal skin first and continue to search for the hidden cultivation magic he needed in many jade slips.

There are more than 200 jade slips in total. Feng Yimo is dizzy. Finally, he finds a magic called "hiding soul" in the jade slips of the soul breaking sect. This is a kind of magic that can hide the soul power of the yuan spirit. It is similar to the magic of hiding cultivation. Monks can strengthen the soul through cultivation, strengthen the yuan spirit, and the yuan spirit can come out of the body. The strength of cultivation can be reflected from the strength of the yuan spirit. Hiding the soul power with the hidden soul skill is naturally equivalent to hiding the cultivation.

Feng Yimo took a rest for a while, and when his divine consciousness recovered, he began to practice the art of hiding soul.

The next morning, Gouwa ran up and brought breakfast. Feng Yimo had breakfast and was about to go to Feng's courtyard when an arrogant voice came out: "ha ha ha, whose medicine field is this? Give me all the second level inside, or I won't leave any grass when I break the battle! "

Feng Yimo was surprised, so he hurried out of the second floor and looked into the air. A slovenly friar was floating in the air. His appearance was obscene, but his accomplishments were amazing. He was in the later stage of foundation construction. Feng Yimo secretly complained that he was afraid of what came. This guy was obviously a casual practitioner. He came here in autumn everywhere. He said in a loud voice: "please come down, master. If you need any spirit grass, please tell me. After I've picked it, I'll offer it to you."

The slovenly friar was stunned. He thought that the friars below would scold loudly and fight to death. Unexpectedly, he was a soft guy. However, he was relieved immediately. Through divine consciousness, he found that there was no friar who built a foundation in more than ten miles. The highest level of cultivation was only ten levels of Qi training. In front of his later cultivation, he was just like a mole ant.

It's OK for Yaotian's defensive array to resist a wild animal. It can be broken with one blow.

After landing in mid air, Feng Yimo respectfully greets him, bows to the end, and humbly says, "please move to the courtyard and have tea and snacks. When the younger generation is ready, how about sending them? There are many mosquitoes in the medicine field. I'm afraid it will disturb the cleaning and repairing of the predecessors. "

The slovenly friar looked at it and found that the environment in the medicine field was not as beautiful as that in Fengjia's courtyard. He also expected that the friar of the 10th floor could not get any moths, so he ordered: "lead the way ahead!"

The wind Yi Mo hangs a heart to put down, hurriedly leads the slovenly friar to the wind family courtyard to walk.

Feeling the powerful pressure, Feng Shanquan and several other Feng family disciples ran out of the courtyard. They saw Feng Yimo leading a slovenly and obscene friar straight to the courtyard. They immediately welcomed him and saluted him: "I've met you, elder!"

The female disciple panicked and ran back to escape. However, she had only four levels of cultivation. How could she escape the grasp of the later monk of kaizhuji? She was immediately caught by the right arm and brought into the arms of the slovenly monk.

"Uncle, help me!" The female disciple exclaimed in surprise. Feng Shanquan clenched his fists and was caught by Feng Yimo. Then he said to the slovenly friar with a smile, "master, you've been working hard all the way. First use some wine and vegetables, wash and relieve your fatigue, and then you'll be happy. Life is a great pleasure. You have to prepare carefully."The slovenly friar gave his smelly mouth a kiss on the beautiful face of the female disciple and looked at Feng Yimo askance: "you doll can do things. If you make this seat comfortable, it's good for you. Lead the way ahead!"

Feng Shanquan and other disciples are very indignant at Feng Yimo's servile attitude, but they are frightened by the slovenly Friar's accomplishments. They dare not speak out. They can only watch the slovenly friar drag the female disciple with tears on her face to the courtyard.

"Cousin Yimo, you..." Feng Shanquan said angrily, but he was stopped by Feng Yimo in time. He drew a pestle with his hands. Feng Shanquan suddenly realized that he ran to the hospital and went to the back hall.

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