Lin Hao's throat squirmed for a moment, so he took out the sword-raising gourd, opened the bottle plug, and took a sip of the purple thunder liquid in the sword-raising gourd. The purple liquid immediately turned into a rich purple air when it entered his mouth and instantly transformed into all limbs and bones along his throat, making his whole body feel relaxed. The thunder of the thunder made his mouth and tongue numb, and then his meridians were also crackled by the thunder, making him feel more comfortable.

?    ?Is it comfortable?

That was really comfortable!?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            �

?        ? However, Old Mo just waved his hand: "I gave it to you, it was your thing, and the thing returned to the original owner."

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?     ?Lin Hao blinked and looked at the "General Outline of the Mo Sect's Kung Fu" in his hand in surprise. Then he heard Old Mo in front of him say as he walked: "What questions do you have in your mind? Just ask it at this time. If you can answer you, the old man will definitely know everything."

?    ?As he said that, Old Mo turned around and looked at Lin Hao with a kind smile on his face.

?     ?Lin Hao scratched his head and found that the two of them were like when they went down the mountain before, walking along the way, asking and answering along the way, as if the previous battle had never happened.

?    ?But since Mr. Mo asked him to ask, he naturally could not miss this opportunity to open up the question and resolve doubts!?                                                                                                           

??      Lin Hao pondered for a moment, and finally bowed to Old Mo and asked, "Senior Mo also asked me to solve my doubts, what does it mean to be 'no time'?"

?         This question has become his biggest doubt, because since he met Mr. Mo today, Mr. Mo has been repeating the sentence of no time. Even when Mr. Mo pulled him out of the battlefield just now, he said in his ear, "There is no time."

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Or is there any other bigger things that are too long?

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Old Mo chuckled, but did not answer immediately, and still moved forward gently with his hands behind his back.

?     ? It was late autumn, and the flowers and plants on both sides of the road were withered. At first glance, there were withered fields on both sides. Occasionally, swallows fell on the branches of dead leaves and stopped for a while, and then soon continued to fly towards the south.

On the road, I encountered farmers pushing carts or driving mules and horses from time to time. When I saw them, especially when I saw Lin Hao wearing luxurious robes in ink, I immediately avoided them, as if I was afraid of disturbing them.

??       Lin Hao followed Mr. Mo quietly. The two of them walked slowly and were not fast. They seemed to never get to the end on the path between the fields. But every time they looked back, they could always find that in just a few steps, they seemed to have walked thousands of miles.

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?     ?Different from those boys and girls who pursue the so-called ancient costumes in order to keep up with fashion, only noble people are qualified to wear ancient costumes with wide robes and large sleeves, embroidered literary and jade. This is not only the difference between wealth or not, but also the difference between status.

If it is not the children of an official family, even a rich businessman is not qualified to wear brocade clothes and jade embroidery.

?         ? Although Lin Hao's ink-embroidered scholar robe is not necessarily very luxurious, he doesn't match his eyes when walking between the mountains and fields, especially when he walks with Mo Lao in blue cloth in front of him.

Mr. Mo seemed to be integrated into the mountains and fields, and his clothes and temperament were like an old farmer in the mountains and fields.

?            ?My old man didn't say anything, Lin Hao could only follow this way, silently until he walked for about half an hour. Old Mo who was walking in front suddenly sighed out a breath of turbid air, and then casually sat down under a crooked tree by the side of the road, drank a sip of wine, and then half lying there, leaning against the crooked tree, he fell asleep unknowingly.

?        Lin Hao was extremely shocked. As long as he asked a question, Mr. Mo would tell him everything?

As a result, his question was raised, but Old Mo never answered. Now he fell asleep so casually, as if he had completely forgotten him!?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

?    ? Could it be that he had this general outline of Taoism in his previous life?

But isn’t this general outline of Taoism? Isn’t this thing from the Mo Sect? How could it be related to him?

?          ?Lin Hao thought about it carefully for a while, but he knew very little about it and couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought about it. He simply stopped thinking about it, opened the book, continued to practice the martial arts and Taoist techniques, and kept it in his mind one by one.

?     ?The martial arts are vast as the sea of ​​smoke, and time is fast and time is not long.

??     Lin Hao didn't know how long he had read, how long he had studied, and how long he memorized it. He only knew that he had closed the book many times, but he saw that Mr. Mo was still sleeping soundly, still the crooked tree, and the sun was still slightly slanted. The time was around Shenshi in the afternoon, and it was always around Shenshi. No matter how long he had read, how long he had studied, how long he memorized, he would come back to his senses from practicing the Taoist rituals and looking at Mr. Mo and the sky around him, the time was still that time, and he didn't seem to be moving for a minute or a second.

?        Lin Hao can no longer remember how many times he fell into a state of concentration while practicing the Taoist rituals, nor did he know how many times he woke up from the state of concentration. Mr. Mo was still sleeping or the crooked tree. Time did not change at all, and everything seemed to have fallen into static.

?          ? Finally, as Lin Hao nodded slightly, he finally understood the meaning of a technique again, and then turned over a page. But after turning this page, he saw that it was the last page, and there was no page behind it, only the last cover was left.

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Lin Hao was a little stunned. This book only had forty-nine pages, but he had read it for a long time before.
Chapter completed!