After chatting for a while, Mo Ziming suddenly asked Liu Jinyuan: "By the way, Mr. Liu, have you ever thought about cultivating immortals?"

"Cultivate immortals?"

Liu Jinyuan's eyes lit up.

"Yes, cultivate immortals!"

Mo Ziming nodded with a smile.

This is one of his missions to come to the World of Fairy Sword.

Since the system has released this task, Mo Ziming thinks that there are most of the deep meanings hidden in it.

What’s important is that when Liu Jinyuan was bedridden, Cai Yi did not hesitate to lose his cultivation and sustain his life, and fed him a lot of spiritual medicine.

This has invisibly transformed Liu Jinyuan, like an uncarved piece of jade.

With a little guidance, it will be a good seedling for cultivating immortals.

Liu Jinyuan was stunned for a moment, then stood up with surprise and excitement on his face, and bowed to Mo Zi with a big gift:

"If Mr. Murong did not think that Mr. Jin Yuan was stupid, Mr. Jin would like to take the master as his teacher to learn the method of cultivating immortals."

"Hahaha, OK, very good!" Mo Ziming smiled heartily, then waved his hand and said, "I can lead you in, there is no need to become a disciple."

"Ah? But..."

"Mr. Liu, the Murong family rules are not allowed to accept disciples at will.

Also, you have a certain foundation now, but you just don’t know it.”

"Oh? Could it be... Cai Yi?"

Liu Jinyuan was not stupid either, and he thought of the reason in an instant.

"That's right, when you were unconscious, Cai Yi consumed a lot of cultivation on you and also fed you a lot of spiritual medicine.

Now, you have a physique that is different from ordinary people. As long as you practice with the mind method, you will soon achieve a small achievement."

"So that's how it is..." Liu Jinyuan murmured to himself, and then bowed to Mo Zi: "Mr. Murong's great kindness, Jin Yuan will always remember it, and it will never be forgotten!"

"Young Master Liu doesn't have to be too polite. I have a set of mental methods suitable for scholars to practice. You can remember them carefully."

"Um!"

Liu Jinyuan nodded with a serious face.

Afterwards, Mo Ziming passed on a practice article by Liu Jinyuan and explained the key points and the methods of breathing in detail.

After Liu Jinyuan fully remembered it, he said, "I will stay in the capital for a while. If you have anything you don't understand, you can ask me or ask Cai Yiduo for advice.

Although her cultivation method is a bit different from that of humans, she has the same path and the same origin, which will always inspire you."

"Yes, Jin Yuan must remember the teachings of the young master."

Although he did not become a disciple, Liu Jinyuan still treated Mo Ziming as a master in his mind, and his attitude was respectful.

Afterwards, Mo Ziming temporarily lived in the Shangshu Mansion. In addition to occasionally guiding Liu Jinyuan, he spent most of his time in seclusion in order to improve his realm as soon as possible.

Otherwise, what will you do to deal with the Moon-Worshiping Sect Master and the Youquan Blood Demon in the future?

The reason why Mo Ziming did not kill the wife was forced to recognize the lottery was also for future plans.

Simply put, he wants to let Poison Lady play the role of Infernal Affairs.

On this day, Mo Zi was very impressed and came to a famous Pear Garden Tour in Chang'an City.

This Liyuan Shop combines songs, dances and operas, and consumes relatively high prices, so most of the people who come to enjoy the entertainment industry are rich families.

As soon as Mo Ziming was admitted to the hospital, a friend came forward with enthusiasm and took him to an empty table to sit down.

Tea, fruits, pastries and other items are placed on the table for guests to enjoy.

At this time, an opera was being performed on the stage, and more than a dozen guests were sitting in the audience, chatting and watching the opera.

After a while, people took their seats one after another.

Mo Ziming inadvertently heard a crowd of people chatting, and only then did he realize that most of these people came for a girl named Miaoyu.

Less than half a month after Miaoyu came to Liyuan, she stood out with her outstanding appearance, figure and talent, and became the leader of the Liyuan industry.

Not long after, several more guests walked in.

As soon as these people appeared, they immediately caused a commotion.

"Mr. Hou!"

"See Mr. Hou!"

Many guests stood up to greet each other, and some people rushed forward to flatter.

It seems that this little Hou is quite famous and many people know him.

"Yeah~"

The little Hou was polite and responded in his nostrils, looking for the best position.

"Mr. Hou, please sit down!"

The two men who were sitting in the middle of the front row before were quite conscious and quickly moved out of their position.

The young master Hou was not polite and walked forward slowly. At the same time, he glanced at the guests at the other tables in front of him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Well, let's go to the back row to sit."

“Yes, yes~”

Those guests at those tables were quite sensible, and they all walked to the back row to find an empty seat to sit down.

Seeing this, Xiao Hou nodded with satisfaction, and found the best position to sit down.

The men who followed him did not dare to sit and stood on both sides.

At this time, a middle-aged man hurried out, and it seemed that he was the boss of Liyuan.

When he walked to the young master, the man bowed and bowed: "I don't know that the young master is here, and the villain is wrong to welcome him. I would like to forgive me."

"Okay~"

The little Hou waved his hand impatiently.

Then he said, "I heard that there is a new top card here. Come and take a look. Let her come out quickly."

"Yes, yes, please wait, please let me arrange a witty message to the stage."

"Yeah, go."

Not long after, the four women held the guqin, pipa, and flute respectively, and surrounded a tall woman in a lilac dress and walked slowly on the stage.

"Miss Whispering Girl!"

"Miss Whispering Girl!"

As soon as this woman appeared on the stage, the audience suddenly became turbulent, and many people's eyes shone and shouted witty names.

If it weren't for the little Hou here, the scene would definitely be much more exciting than it is now.

"Guru~ OK, what a wonderful person!"

Even though the young master had seen countless beauties, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva at this moment, slapped the folding fan and praised it.

"Thank you, my husband, for the praise!"

Perhaps because he heard what Xiao Hou said, he couldn't help but smile at Xiao Hou, and at the same time he bent his waist and bowed his blessing.

"Hahaha, the witty words...well, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"

The young master was even more proud. He shook his head and wanted to recite a few poems to suit the situation, but he was too tired to think of any words, so he could only say three wonderful sentences in a row.

Next, Miaoyu gave a gift to the audience members on the stage and said a few polite words such as thanking and supporting the audience.

At this time, Mo Ziming frowned slightly...

I have to say that this witty remark is indeed amazing.

Whether it is appearance, figure, skin, or temperament, it is no wonder that he can become a pillar in just half a month.

However, Mo Ziming could vaguely feel that this woman is not simple.

The other party used some method to hide his own cultivation. Mo Ziming also used his intuition to guess that this woman was probably an immortal cultivator.

So the question is, if she was an immortal cultivator, why would she stay in this pear garden?

After all, the disciples of Liyuanxing have no social status and belong to the lowest-ranking profession.

How could a dignified immortal cultivator be willing to become a lower-class person?

Unless there is a special reason that is forced.

"Next, the little woman and four sisters will perform a Mulan song to the audience..."

As soon as the words were finished, four other women quickly took their seats, one played the guqin, one played the flute, and the other two played the pipa to accompany them.

The songs are together, and the witty words dance with the music, and the red lips are gently chanting:
To be continued...