If Mo Li had become a monk early, he would probably remember that the title and title of Martyr Cai Lida, who died in the rescue operation ten years ago, was called "Genius Spirit Snake" in the cultivation world.

For monks who do not know the truth in later generations, they will feel that Cai Lida, who has this title, seems to be born as cunning as a snake, and can always hit the other party's fatal point. And he is also a genius, the pride of Qingliu Sect.

But the boss hates the title given to martyr Cai Lida very much. I believe that Jiang Anzhi is the same.

Genius... Humph, is it ironic that the cultivation world or Cai Lida?

Mo Li didn't know what the boss was thinking anymore, but said very directly and excitedly: "Actually, I know Mr. Yi has always been powerful, but I don't know what level he is among monks."

The boss raised his eyebrows.

I thought you, a boy, wanted to know the truth back then, but the first thing you care about was Boss Yi!

Tsk tsk tsk, Yi Ruchang, how could you attract such a loyal young man? Faced with the sacrifice of your captain back then, he could only care about your boss Yi. You said, if you wake up now, will you cry with emotion?

Xiao Lizi didn't know the boss's idea of ​​the bad taste, and ignored the smile on the corner of the boss's mouth. He was still talking to himself: "But that was ten years ago. No matter whether it was Mr. Yi or Sister Jiang, they were not old. Ten... Sister Jiang was only 16 younger than me. Although I don't know very well what kind of strength Mr. Cai was, but only three people, how could he kill the legendary god? Fei... Wait, wasn't Fei caught by the ten old? Why did they still..."

Mo Li was puzzled while sorting out, and finally stopped at the question of the ten old people.

He was getting more and more confused.

Faced with his doubts, the boss shook his head, with a slight helpless look in his eyes.

"Fe escaped.

Not only did it escape, it still had the strength to seize all the ten elders who trapped it at that time, and even killed one of the weakest gentlemen."

Very familiar and similar.

A face of a sheep who is always smiling and without a mouth suddenly appeared like a nightmare that dreamed of midnight.

Yes, it was like killing the entire Mo family. Mo Li murmured in a low voice.

Mo Li's fingers became colder and colder. When he touched his own stone, he was shocked by his body temperature.

"Little Lizi? What's wrong? Are you listening to me?" The boss tapped the bar with his fingernail.

Looking at this young boy's infatuated appearance, it is rumored that the child had been resurrected for a brief time, it was indeed hit by this child. Poor this child, the tomb of the ancestors of the Mo family was blown up, and I don't know how the child broke through his own stone... The boss looked at Mo Li curiously.

In fact, it seems that the child is already very strong.

But Mo Li was quickly pulled back to his consciousness by the two seemingly light knocks that almost vibrated his nerves.

"ah!"

He shook his head in a panic and said to the boss apologetically: "No, ah...I don't mean I just..."

The boss smiled and shook his head.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he knew the boss was not angry.

But then I couldn't suppress the questions and curiosity in my heart, and rushed to the bar again, spitting out a bunch of questions like gunfire: "Boss, what about you later!

Why was Fei hit by their team of squads looking for the plague?

Besides, even the ten old men have died, why did Mr. Yi and the other two have such a miracle? Tell me quickly..."

"Calm down." The boss reached out and blocked the spit that Lizi was about to spray on his face.

If you want to talk about the specifics, I really want to know. Although the boss did not achieve "all-knowledge and omnipotent" in front of the younger generation, he did not feel embarrassed.

Instead, he naturally spread his hands and explained: "These are also the reality that most monks know. If you ask me again, you will know these. If you want to know the specific details, then wait for the drunkard to wake up."

He signaled Mo Li to pay attention to Boss Yi.

Mo Li lowered his head, looked at Yi Ruchang lying on his own arm, breathing evenly, occasionally rubbing his nose, and adjusting his posture.

Not to mention him, even Ningning was stuffed all his mouth, and she fell on the table while chewing slowly, while laughing foolishly.

Mo Li sighed. This is indeed not a good time to inquire. He could only nod in a daze.

Since you have good food and drink, it’s time to go back and rest.

Xiao Lizi said goodbye to the boss, started Mo Shi and used a cover to cover the two people, pushing them all the way.

Even the boss praised this operation.

At first he just said to give it a try, but unexpectedly, they seemed to have absorbed their weight in the cover, and they were really pushed easily by themselves.

Although, cough cough, these two people kept rolling inside, and even Mr. Yi's expression turned very gray, well, it seemed to have turned blue... However, Mo Li still didn't pay attention to these things, just walked back.

Walking on the small road in Qingcheng Mountain, although the old cow who was returning home in the evening did not come to accompany him, the 12-year-old Taoist priest Jin still had a smile on his face.

He was very happy. He attended the college festival for the first time. He felt that there were really all kinds of masters here, which was eye-opening. It was really not in vain.

When he thought of all kinds of competitions tomorrow, he was so excited that he jumped up on the road.

But he was always a child. After seeing a tall handsome guy pushing a large transparent "balloon", this very novel "mountain road balloon rolling project" immediately attracted the attention of the child. Taoist Xiao Jin immediately wanted to go up and ask where the other party bought the ticket.

I have to say that the moment Taoist Xiao Jin saw it, his eyes lit up: Oh, this feels so fun! And he should not be the person being pushed inside, but the person being pushed outside is definitely more interesting.

Yes, no matter how much money he has, he has to play. After all, Dad has prepared a lot of money for himself.

Taoist Xiao Jin patted his small wallet.

But he walked forward happily, but before he could ask the question, "Where is the ticket office for the amusement project?", the handsome guy had already pushed them to a hole and disappeared in an instant.

The good door turned into a big door.

Taoist Xiao Jin was so surprised that he hurriedly put his face on, but before he could hear anything, someone caught his braid.

"Oh, who is it?" Taoist Xiao Jin was in pain and turned his head in the direction he was caught, and he was shocked.

"Hey, big guy!"

The one who stood behind him was not someone else, but the top of the magic technique, the old demon Jin Tong, the elder of his own sect. The man he called was a big man.

Although he is not a demon himself, he will almost instinctively manipulate them in a group of beasts or demons. Naturally, he has obtained such a name.

Generally speaking, humans are limited by their own genes, but on the other hand, the limited length of life gives them the pressure to quickly become stronger in a short period of time. Especially under the conditions of the reduction of modern spiritual energy, it is the reason why the gap between the demon clan and the demon-singing practitioners is directly widening.

This roughly explains: why the demon clan has been completely suppressed by the magic technique for so many years.

Jin Tong has always loved his juniors. The little Taoist priest Xiao Jin was still in the hands of someone, so he immediately pouted and acted coquettishly, pointed to the direction inside the gate, and said, "Big, Xiao Jin wants to play that ball..."

But today, Jin Tong unexpectedly did not agree. He just followed his hair and pulled him back.

While saying seriously, "Xiao Jin, I won't play today, the college has done something."

Taoist Xiao Jin was very curious and immediately asked obediently: "Ah? What's the matter?"

Jin Tong said as she walked: "Xiao Jin, do you remember the Book of Prophecy you were going to buy?"

Taoist Xiao Jin nodded: "Yes!"

The fat little hand quickly took out a gorgeously-bound book from his pocket. I bought it freshly in the morning, and it was thousands of dollars!

Although the big guy repeatedly said that this book must be a gimmick used by Taromon to make money, and it must be hidden in the sect, but this kind of thing looks like it is real. Hehehe, if it is real, then I, Little Taoist Jin, wouldn't I have to master the future!

Facing the happiness of Taoist Little Jin, the old demon Jin Tong frowned: The four words "Book of Prophecy" are surrounded by psychedelic binding. Perhaps, the murderer who just now cruelly killed a small minion, his heart was also wrapped in this psychedelic color.

He sighed long and said, "The Taromon Sect has died a child as old as you. The mountains are now in chaos. The murderer has been arrested just now, so I will accompany you Yuan Zhishan to investigate... But the Qixi Festival Lantern Festival in the evening has to be cancelled. Are you listening to me?"

Taoist Xiao Jin opened his eyes, which were already quite large, and took a deep breath.
Chapter completed!