Chapter 823 Mary Su's Self-Cultivation 1

Where does she live?

Every time I look for her, I am like a headless fly, I don't know where to find her.

What Japan wants to ask today is that she forgot about it as soon as she was happy, and when shopkeeper Wang chased out, she was nowhere to be found.

When Bei Yutang returned home, kid Mo hadn't come back.

She cooked the braised pork that he liked, stewed pig's trotters with radishes, and a plate of steamed whole fish. When Xiao Mo'er came back, her last dish just came out of the pot.

As soon as the boy Mo walked to the door of the house, he smelled the fragrance wafting from the yard.

As soon as he pushed the door open, he shouted in the direction of the kitchen, "Mother, what are you doing delicious today. It's delicious."

Bei Yutang walked out of the kitchen carrying the whole fish and said with a smile, "It's all your favorite dishes. Wash your hands and we can eat."

"Um."

Boy Mo looked at the dishes on the table, and sure enough, they were all he liked. Although he was happy, he was still worried. Halfway through the meal, Xiao Mo'er raised her head and looked at Bei Yutang with a worried look in her eyes.

"Mother, have you been sick again?"

Seeing the worry in his eyes, Bei Yutang reached out and touched his little head, "Well, little Mo'er, don't worry, mother's illness is fine. After a few years, it will get better on its own."

"Will it really get better?" Little Mozi looked at her with bright eyes.

"Will do."

The boy Mo was instantly happy. He didn't like watching his mother lying motionless on the bed. It was a bad feeling. He always felt that his mother would leave him at any time.

After dinner, Bei Yutang saw that the little guy didn't sleep for a long time, even though his eyelids were fighting, but he just didn't sleep. She knew his little thought, and she didn't break it.

It was very distressing to see how sleepy he was, but he was still holding on.

Bei Yutang's hand caressed his chest, patted it gently, humming a little song in his mouth.

Xiao Mo'er listened to the lullaby, unable to hold back her sleepiness any longer, and fell into a deep sleep.

After the little guy fell asleep, Bei Yutang began to enter the mission.

[Transmission countdown, ten, nine, eight...]

As soon as Bei Yutang opened his eyes, there was nothing around him.

What is this place?

"System, is it safe now?"

【Safety. 】

"receive the info."

[Information transmission. 】

Bei Yutang sat cross-legged, this time receiving the information, she felt more comfortable than she thought. In the past, when I received information, my head would stab in waves, but this time I didn't feel it at all.

After a quarter of an hour, all the information was received.

Bei Yutang's brows were tightly wrinkled, and she couldn't digest what she had seen for a while.

The plane world where she is now is a plane inhabited by humans, cultivators, demons, demons, and beasts. There are boundless and vast continents and endless oceans.

The area here is the sum of all the plane worlds she has experienced, no, it is even twice as large as the sum.

No one knows how big it is, and no one can explore the entire world, even a powerful cultivator standing at the top of the world cannot do it.

A monk, as the name suggests, comes from human cultivation.

Their purpose is to cultivate into immortals.

Among the hundreds of millions of human races, only a small number of people are qualified to cultivate. The criterion for measuring qualifications in the cultivation world is whether the person has spiritual roots.

Even if there are spiritual roots, they are divided into three, six and nine.