Mysterious World Tour

"If it's a ghost, it's probably that county town." Tan Mo stopped talking after he finished speaking. He stretched out his legs to grab Huo'er, put her into his sleeve, and then stepped out.

The divine foot skill was used.

His figure became ethereal, and in an instant he appeared a hundred steps away. There are three steps in a zhang, and Tan Mo can come and go freely within a radius of 40 zhang. It was very hard for Tan Mo to step out a hundred steps.

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Finding that there was something wrong with that county town, Tan Mo took advantage of the sun before it set and rushed all the way. Finally, before dark, he found a bamboo and wood inn next to the mountain wall on a plank road.

The inn was a few years old, and it was leaking a lot when it rained in the east. However, it was windy and rainy at that time, and there was an inn nearby. Tan Mo looked at the sky outside and walked into the inn.

Bu Luo had no room, so he could stay overnight in the lobby of the inn.

He ordered a pot of hot tea and a bowl of vegetarian noodles. Tan Mo ate the noodles, and the candlelight on the table swayed in the wind, making the lobby, which was not bright, flicker.

Bu Mao and Tan Mo's table was like this, and the other tables were also like this. There were two tables that didn't ask the shopkeeper for candles to save money.

There was no charge for lighting candles there, and it was very expensive.

The lobby of the inn was not small, and Bu Luo had four tables, separated by a long distance. Because the middle section was leaking, the water fell directly on the mud outside the inn. The land was already muddy and had a tendency to spread.

Therefore, the candlelight halo on one table could not illuminate the other table at all.

After all, it was just a dim yellow halo the size of a palm.

In the dim environment, Tan Mo took a mouthful of noodles. There was no oil, no toppings or side dishes on the noodles. There were no greenhouse vegetables in that place. When winter came, there were no vegetables, so a bowl of vegetarian noodles had nothing in it except salt.

Tan Mo was not picky about food. He would eat meat if there was meat, and make do without meat.

There was a cold wind outside the inn from time to time. The place was shabby and had been in disrepair for a long time. Even if the doors and windows were closed, the cold wind would whiz in and could not be stopped.

Outside the inn, except for Tan Mo who was alone at a table, at least two people had left the other three tables, both men and women, and they lowered their heads to eat and drink tea without saying a word.

Tan Mo had just observed carefully. In addition to him, there was another cultivator outside the lobby of the inn. He was a burly middle-aged man with a sense of martial arts. He was dressed in brocade clothes and was obviously from a poor family. His cultivation was not high, and he could not even reach the lowest spiritual power fluctuation of the Sixth Realm.

Obviously, the man was an ordinary mortal. Because of his good family background, he had acquired spiritual roots. His cultivation was probably at the second level of the Nine Profound Realm.

Tan Mo saw that his legs were full of blue-black calluses and there was a knife on his waist. He knew that the middle-aged man was walking the same path as his third brother Jing Xukong.

Martial arts!

Mahakala did not say that martial arts could break the void, so the master realm of martial arts was the end. It was hard to say who was stronger between the martial arts master and the cultivators in the Sixth Realm. If they fought to the death, then the ordinary Sixth Realm would have a high chance of dying at the hands of the martial arts master.

If you can face the demons, then the person who died must be a martial arts master.

Moreover, even if you become a martial arts master, you cannot guarantee that you will be at the peak of your life. Usually after the age of 40, the body of a martial artist begins to decline, and naturally, the martial arts also decline.

At the age of 60, a martial arts master's martial arts are only one-tenth of his martial arts, and only his fists and feet are left. The punches he punches can be called flowery fists and embroidered legs.

In the Jiuxuan realm, where there is no hope of promotion, practicing martial arts can improve your strength. As long as you want to become a martial arts master, the general Liuyu realm dare not underestimate it.

After all, most of the Liuyu realm, let alone having magical powers, can already be considered very good if they know two or three spells.

When Tan Mo came over, he happened to see the middle-aged man who had gone to the building to make a scene because he had no room, but he quickly ran away. There was undoubtedly a cultivator with strong cultivation in that building.

At least he was in the realm of Liu Yu, and the middle-aged man knew him, otherwise he would not have compromised so quickly, and he did not trouble the innkeeper after he came back.

For those who have mastered the power of force, it is normal to vent anger on the weak.

It is human nature to bully the weak and fear the strong.

Tan Mo had no intention of meeting the cultivator again. He ate noodles by himself, and at the end, he left a noodle and quietly put it in his pocket.

After smelling the fragrance of noodles for a long time, he immediately hugged the noodle and started to eat it.

Although it had no taste, she ate it with relish.

After all, she had been hungry for a day, and she had been sucking noodles for a long time, so she was already hungry.

When you are hungry, any food you eat will feel like the ultimate delicacy in the world.

Although she had four more arms, Huo'er was indeed a living person. According to what she said, something went wrong when she was reborn, which led to her having four more arms.

Bu Luo was not at a disadvantage either. A Buddhist seal that required six arms to perform appeared in her mind after her rebirth, and the power of that Buddhist seal was extremely huge.

Tan Mo knew that Huo'er could not tell him those things, not because of her relationship with him, but because if she wanted to learn that Buddhist seal, the most basic condition was to have six arms, not one less.

After hearing this, Tan Mo thought the most about whether the Thousand-legged Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva had mastered a powerful Thousand-legged Buddha Seal.

It was windy and rainy outside, and the house was dripping with water. From time to time, a cold wind blew in. That morning, he was destined to be unable to sleep.

Suddenly, Tan Mo found someone approaching.

He looked over, stood up, put his legs together, and said, "What's the matter, donor?"

The person who came was a young man, who looked to be about 27 or 28 years old, with bright eyes and sword eyebrows, and looked handsome and upright. Although he was dressed in ordinary clothes, he was not from an ordinary poor family. His family was not rich, but he was a well-off family.

Because at the table of the man before, in addition to the young man, there was a young woman and two men dressed as servants.

Obviously, those two servants followed their young master and mistress.

"My husband saw that the young master was wearing thin clothes, so he asked Zhang to send a blanket to keep the young master warm." The young man smiled.

Tan Mo thought about it, but didn't refuse. Instead, he thanked her and solemnly accepted the blanket.

"Thank you."

The man didn't say much, and turned around and left after handing over the blanket. He returned to the table and hugged the young man. The woman seemed to have caught a cold. Her face was slightly red at that time. She was leaning against the wall, and her body was covered with a quilt.