After getting out of the taxi, Zhang Mo walked towards the school in his memory.
It was already evening, and it was graduation season. Most of the people who should have left had left, and the entire school seemed a little empty.
As Zhang Mo walked down the road, he lowered his head and wondered if he should go back to the dormitory to prepare a small spirit gathering array to help him recover his cultivation. Then, he felt a pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a little girl sitting on the ground, clutching her forehead and moaning.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhang Mo realized that he had accidentally bumped into her. He hurriedly squatted down and wanted to help the girl stand up.
"Are you alright?"
"It's fine, it's fine." Du Wanrou waved her hand, feeling a little depressed.
When she was eating, her clothes were dirtied by the waiter. She had no choice but to go back to the dormitory to change her clothes. When she was in a hurry, she was bumped into again. Moreover, the other party's body was as hard as iron. She even felt that she was going to have a slight concussion.
When he saw the girl's face clearly, Zhang Mo's memory surfaced. Du Wanrou should be the belle of the Chinese department. She was quite small and cute, about 1.6 meters tall, with a high ponytail. She wore a midriff-revealing top and hot pants.
Although she wasn't tall, her legs were slender and straight, and her skin was smooth and creamy, making people drool.
However, to Zhang Mo, he was just a skeleton. After cultivating for 5,000 years, he had seen all kinds of beauties. The number of female friends he had could not even be counted with two hands.
What attracted his attention was not her appearance, but something else.
"Are you alright?"
"It's not your fault. I wasn't looking at the road myself.”Du Wanrou's brows were already furrowed. Faced with two consecutive concerns, she had already begun to suspect that the other party had deliberately bumped into her and was up to no good.
As the belle of the Chinese department, this was not the first time Du Wanrou had encountered such a situation. She quickly stood up, wanting to get rid of Zhang Mo's pestering.
"You're not fine. You're sick." Zhang Mo stopped Du Wanrou, who was about to leave, and looked into her eyes as he spoke seriously.
"You're the one who's sick." Du Wanrou was so angry that she laughed. She had already completely determined that the man in front of her was a disgusting hooligan who was deliberately taking advantage of her.
She shook off Zhang Mo's outstretched hand as if she had encountered a plague. She stood up and took a few steps back, fleeing the place in a panic.
Looking at Du Wanrou's jogging figure, Zhang Mo speechlessly touched the tip of his nose. On second thought, there was nothing wrong with her reaction.
This was not the immortal world, and he did not have the identity of the Nine Worlds Immortal Venerable. If he said it so bluntly, the other party would definitely be suspicious.
Earlier, he had noticed that Du Wanrou had some problems with her heart, so he kindly reminded her. However, his words were too straightforward and scared her away.
However, Zhang Mo did not have the intention to chase after him and explain clearly. He had good intentions, and the other party was not blessed to enjoy it. It was fate.
After this small episode, Zhang Mo had already returned to his dormitory. There were not many people in the entire dormitory. He first returned to his room and sat on his bed. He opened his storage space and thought about how to set up a spirit gathering array.
He did not have many materials on him, only a dozen high-grade spirit stones left. The spiritual energy on Earth was thin, and these dozen spirit stones were all he had. He had to save them.
Zhang Mo took out a high-grade spirit stone that was glowing with a faint yellow light. He exerted a little strength in his hand and shattered the spirit stone into four pieces. He used these four small spirit stones to place them around the bed and build a small spirit gathering array.
After the formation was completed, Zhang Mo's spirit was roused. He could clearly feel the surrounding spiritual energy slowly gathering over. He held his breath and focused, starting to circulate his cultivation technique.
As a sword cultivator Immortal Venerable, the cultivation technique he cultivated was the sword qi eighteenth floor exclusive to sword cultivators.
Climbing the tower to look far away, the sword frightened the world.
At this moment, his biggest headache was that his cultivation had been worn down too much. His mind had already fallen from the eighteenth floor again and again, and even fell out of the eighteenth floor.
After leaving the 18th floor, his sword cultivation methods would be greatly reduced. Although according to the immortal world, the foundation establishment stage could not even touch the threshold of the 18th floor, but who was Zhang Mo? He had seen every level of the eighteenth floor of the Sword Qi Pavilion with his own eyes.
In one night, Zhang Mo relied on his mind to climb up to the first floor of the eighteenth floor.
When he set foot on the first floor, the four Spirit Stones that had built the small Spirit Gathering Array dried up at a visible speed and quickly shattered into powder. A large amount of Spiritual Energy contained in the four Spirit Stones instantly surged into Zhang Mo's body. However, before he could use his Spiritual Energy to replenish his cultivation, a rainbow light surged out from his meridians and swallowed all the Spiritual Energy in the blink of an eye before it slowly stopped.
The rainbow light was as thin as a strand of hair, and one could vaguely make out the appearance of a small sword.
It was the Celestial Sword Fallen God that had accompanied Zhang Mo for many years.
It was already his Intrinsic Flying Sword, so Zhang Mo could not say anything. Moreover, that bit of spiritual power could not help him break through a few major realms. It was a good choice to awaken the Fallen God and increase his life-saving chips.
Yesterday, Sun Hong was severely punished in front of so many people. The other party did not react in time and suffered a huge loss. When he came back to his senses, he would definitely find trouble with him.
Therefore, he took out a fingernail-sized spirit stone slags from his storage space and used the Spirit Fall that had just recovered a little to carve a small array formation. After confirming that the array formation was operating smoothly, he nodded in satisfaction. Although he had been trapped for so long, these things had not been left behind.
After putting away the spirit stones, Zhang Mo did some calculations and decided to find time to return to his hometown to settle his mother down before considering what to do next.
Although he had not slept the entire night, Zhang Mo was still feeling refreshed. After washing up, he was about to go out when his phone in his pocket rang.
The caller ID showed that it was Brother Feng, Zhang Mo's childhood friend. They had come from the countryside together, but his father had started his business early and was considered rich now. Wu Feng's family was quite rich, and he usually did not get along with Sun Hong. He did not even go to the party last night.
As soon as he pressed the answer button, Wu Feng's bright voice came from the phone,"You've always been quiet, but you've got guts. I didn't misjudge you. As for that Wang Chuxue, don't worry about her. I'll give you an address.”
" Brother Feng, I…" Zhang Mo was about to say that he was going back to his hometown when Wu Feng interrupted him.
"Hurry up and come over. I'm waiting here.”After saying that, Wu Feng hung up the phone.
Zhang Mo looked at the address helplessly. It was about seven or eight bus stops away from here, so it was not very far. In addition, Wu Feng had taken good care of him before, so he was one of the few people in the class who was willing to support him.
Zhang Mo had always been clear about kindness and hatred. He would definitely repay kindness and hatred. It was better to find Wu Feng and explain this to him face to face.
He made some simple preparations and wore the casual clothes he wore last night. He had a set of pockets, but he realized that he was empty-handed. He had used up all the money he had on him last night.
Seven or eight stops was indeed not far, but it was difficult to run there.
Should he ride his sword?
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