Well... Since my soul has returned, will my strong cultivation in my previous life come back?

Mo Ran mobilized the magic spell and felt the accumulation of spiritual power inside. Although it was abundant, it was not strong. In other words, his cultivation level was not inherited.

But this is nothing. He is talented and has a high understanding. At worst, he can practice again, and it is nothing great. What's more, rebirth is a great joy. Even if there are some shortcomings, it is normal. Mo Ran thought this way and quickly restrained his darkness and fangs, like a fifteen-year-old boy should have, and happily prepared to return to the sect.

The summer in the suburbs is rich, and occasionally there are carriages and horses passing by, and the wheels are rolling. No one will pay attention to Mo Ran, who is only fifteen years old at this time.

Only occasionally, there is a village woman who is busy in the fields. When she gets empty, she looks up and she looks at her very handsome boy.

Mo Ran also smiled and looked back without hesitation, and saw the married women blushing and lowering their heads.

In the evening, Mo Ran came to Wuchang Town, which was very close to the top of life and death. In the twilight, a red sun was like blood, and the fire clouds set off the towering peaks. When he touched his stomach, he was a little hungry. So he entered the restaurant in a familiar way. Looking at the red-bottomed and black-lined vegetable signs in front of the counter, knocking on the counter, and quickly said: "Shopkeeper, come a good chicken, a plate of couple's lung slices, make two pounds of soju, and cut a plate of beef."

There are many people who are hitting the nail on the verge of the moment, and they are busy. The storyteller is shaking a fan on the stage, telling the story of the top of life and death, saying that he is dancing and saliva.

Mo Ran asked for a private room next to the window, and listened to others' lectures while eating.

"As we all know, our cultivation world is divided into two areas according to the region, the upper and lower cultivation areas. Today we will talk about the most amazing sect in the lower cultivation world, the peak of life and death. Hey, you know, our Wuchang Town was a desolate and turbulent poor town a hundred years ago. Because it was dark when the sky was gone, the villagers dared not go out. If they had to walk on the night road, they had to shake the exorcist bell and sprinkle incense and ash paper money, and shouted "People come to separate the heavy mountains, ghosts come to separate the heavy paper", while passing quickly. But today it seems that our town is lively and prosperous, and there is no difference from other places. It all relies on the care of the peak of life and death. This immortal residence is not biased, just in front of the entrance to the Ghost Gate, crossing between the Yin and Yang realms. Although it was established for a short time,..."

Mo Ran's ears were almost calloused when he heard this history, so he began to wander down the window with interest. It happened that a stall was set up downstairs, and several foreigners dressed in Taoist priests were carrying a cage covered in black cloth and were playing tricks on the street.

This is much more interesting than the old man’s storytelling.

Mo Ran's attention was attracted.

"Look, look, this is the ancient ferocious beast Pixiu young beast, which was subdued by us. Now he is as obedient as a child, and he can also juggle and arithmetic! It is not easy to be a hero. Those who have money can support money, and those who have no money can support personal things. Let's see the first good show - Pixiu plan!"

The Taoist priests raised the black cloth in a thunderous manner. The cage was locked in several monsters with human faces and bear bodies.

Mo Ran: “…………………”

Even these furry bears with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes can dare to say they are Pixiu???

This cow is so damn good at swearing. Whoever believes in the donkey's brain?

But Mo Ran opened his eyes not long after, and twenty or thirty donkey brains gathered around them to watch the show, cheering and applauding from time to time. The lively atmosphere even the people in the restaurant couldn't help but poke their heads out to read, which made Mr. Storyteller very embarrassed.

"The Lord of the Top of Life and Death is so famous and famous-"

"Okay!!! Let's have another time!!!"

The storyteller was greatly encouraged. Looking in the sound, he saw that the guest was blushed and extremely excited, but he was obviously not looking at him, but the juggling stall downstairs.

"Oh, what about Pixiu's plan?"

"Ahhhh, it's so awesome!"

"Okay! Wonderful! Another part of Pixiu throwing apples!"

The people in the building laughed and gathered to the window railing to see the fun below. The storyteller continued pitifully: "The most famous one of the Lord is his fan, he..."

"Ah hahaha, the Pixiu with the lightest fur color wants to grab an apple to eat. Look, it is still rolling on the ground!"

The storyteller wiped his face with a sweat towel, making his lips trembled a little angry.

Mo Ran pursed his lips, Zhan Yan smiled, and slowly shouted behind the bead curtain: "Don't talk about the top of life and death, come to "Eighteen Touches" and make sure to bring everyone back."

The storyteller didn't know that the person behind the curtain was the young master Mo Ran at the top of life and death. He said with great integrity: "A rough, vulgar word, if you don't reach the hall of elegance."

Mo Ran smiled and said, "It's still a great place to be elegant here? You're not ashamed."

After saying that, I suddenly heard a hustle and bustle downstairs.

"Oh! What a fast horse!"

"It's the immortal king on the top of life and death!"

As the conversation was full of discussion, a dark horse rushed from the direction of the top of life and death, and rushed into the juggling circle like lightning!

There were two people sitting on the horse, one wearing a black hat and a black cloak, which was blocked tightly, and the other was a woman in her thirties and forties, with rough hands and frigid faces.

The woman cried when she saw the bears. She rolled and crawled off the horse, rushed over, hugged one of the bears, and knelt on the ground and started crying: "Son!!! My son--"

Everyone around was stunned. Someone scratched his head and murmured, "Yes? Isn't this the young cub of the ancient divine beast Pixiu? Why does this woman call it?"

"This is not a female Pi Xiu."

"Oh, that's so amazing. This mother has cultivated into human form."

The villagers here had no knowledge and were talking nonsense there, but Mo Ran thought about it.

According to legend, some Taoist priests in the martial arts world will kidnap children, then pull out their tongues so that they can't speak, and then use boiling water to scald the child's skin, and stick the animal skin to them while the blood is blurred. After the blood solidifies, the fur and the child are glued together, which looks no different from monsters. These children can't speak or write, and can only let others bully them. In conjunction with the performance of "Pixiu Plan" juggling, if they resist, they will be beaten by sticks.

No wonder he couldn't feel the slightest demonic energy before. These "Pixiu" were not monsters at all, but living people...

While thinking about it, the black cloak whispered to the Taoist priests. When the Taoist priests heard this, they were furious and shouted, "Apology? Your grandfather doesn't know how to write the word apologize!" "What's so great about the top of life and death?" "Mediating on others, beat me!" They rushed up and beat the black cloak.

"Ouch."

Seeing his fellow disciple being beaten, Mo Ran laughed softly, "It's so fierce."

He had no intention of helping him. In his previous life, he hated the atmosphere of this sect where he saw the injustice and helped him. Both of them rushed up like fools. The cat from the village entrance king's aunt couldn't climb down the tree and asked them to help. Everyone from the head of the sect to the servants were careless.

There are so many unfair things in the world, so why bother with me? I'm so tired.

"It started fighting! Drink! What a great fist!"

Up and down the restaurant, everyone gathered over to join in the fun.

"So many people beat one, how shameless!"

"The Immortal Lord, be careful! Oh! It's so dangerous! Wow, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"This blow is well dodged!"

These people like to watch fights, but Mo Ran doesn't like to watch them. He has seen more bloody storms and storms. What happened under his nose is like a buzzing fly to him. He lazily dusted the peanut crumbs from his clothes and got up and left.

After going downstairs, the Taoist priests were fighting with the black cloak in a difficult position. The sword energy was whizzing. Mo Ran hugged his arms and leaned against the door of the restaurant. He glanced at him and couldn't help but tickled.

Disgraceful.

Each of the tops of life and death was fierce and brave, but the black cloak was not powerful in fighting. Seeing that they were all pulled off by the Taoist priests in the martial arts world, they were surrounded and kicked hard in the middle, but they still didn't take any ruthless actions.

Instead, Wenwen shouted weakly: "A gentleman does not speak, and reason with you, why don't you listen?!"

Taoists: “…………………”

Mo Ran: “……………………………”

What the Taoists are thinking? This man has been beaten like this grandma, but he still doesn't speak or do anything? This is the head of a steamed bun, no stuff, right?

Mo Ran's face changed suddenly, and for a moment he was a little dizzy. He stopped breathing and opened his eyes wide in disbelief - this voice...

"Shi Mei!" Mo Ran shouted softly and rushed up, filled with spiritual power and slapped it out, shaking all five evil Taoist priests! He knelt on the ground, helped up his black cloak covered with mud and dusty footprints, and his voice couldn't help but tremble slightly-
Chapter completed!