Cultivating immortals is a hard job

There was a large scar on the forehead of the corpse, which looked like it was caused by a blunt instrument, which must be the cause of death.

Mo Xun guessed that this person was probably the accomplice of the man who sold him the bronze toad.

Now that he thought about it, he repeatedly asked the tomb robber about the cause of death, but the man kept silent. It is estimated that the two of them had experienced the same experience as him.

Maybe this person was killed by the companion who was trapped in the illusion, but I don’t know how that person escaped from here in the end?

While lamenting for others, he couldn’t help but secretly congratulate himself.

Looking at the two skeletons again, I don’t know how many years they have been dead. The clothes on their bodies have long been tattered, and it is even more difficult to judge their identities.

However, Mo Xun had some guesses in his heart.

This cave leads directly to the ancient tomb above. There is a skeleton inside, which may be the person who dug the cave that year.

The other one is most likely the owner of the bronze toad. After all, he has searched the ancient tomb carefully and found no trace of immortal cultivators. Moreover, it has been robbed long ago, so how could such a conspicuous thing be left behind?

But which one is the immortal cultivator?

Mo Xun's eyes stayed on the sitting skeleton. The posture of this person before his death was exactly the same as his movements when he was refining Qi on weekdays. I think it should be this senior.

But except for the tattered clothes on his body, where can he find other relics?

Mo Xun was inevitably a little frustrated. Although he got a strange flower seed and a strange gourd on this trip, they were not what he needed at all.

He is practicing slowly now and knows almost nothing about immortal cultivation. In addition to this experience, he is eager to improve his cultivation so that he can have some self-protection power in an emergency.

After taking another look at the senior, Mo Xun took out the bronze toad and sighed in his heart, saying with emotion: "Since I have received your benefit, I will help you once. As a fellow cultivator, if I end up like you in the future, I hope someone will collect my body for me."

After that, he picked up the animal skin he had just thrown away, collected the two skeletons, and at the same time carried the body, preparing to bring it back to the ground and cremate the three of them.

In the process of returning to the ancient tomb, he also paid special attention to the set of footprints he found when he entered the cave, and it really no longer existed.

This further verified his guess. After he smelled the strange fragrance, he had already had hallucinations, and the fragrance even had the effect of tempting people to keep approaching the white flower.

After all this tossing, although he didn't spend much physical energy, he was extremely tired in his heart.

On the ancient tomb, watching the raging fire burning, Mo Xun recalled the journey before and after this trip to Qing Gorge while recovering his physical strength.

After the flames were extinguished, he was going to bury the ashes of the three people on the spot, but when he saw a small gray bag in the ashes, he couldn't help but exclaimed.

The bag was about the size of a fist, tied with a thin rope at the mouth of the bag. After the fire, it was still intact.

After experiencing the fire-proof effect of animal skins, he gradually became familiar with the wonders of this kind of immortal cultivation item. He was delighted and hurriedly picked it up.

If this kind thought really paid off, it might be the thanks given to him by the spirit of this senior in heaven!

But after opening the bag, it was empty and pitch black, which made him very disappointed.

But then again, such a small pocket probably couldn't hold anything. Even if there was, how much help could it be to him?

When he thought of this, he instantly thought it through.

Of course, he would not return this fireproof bag, maybe it would be of great use in the future.

Until this moment, Mo Xun's trip to Qingxia Valley was over. Although he gained something, he almost lost his life.

He thought to himself that it would be better to take fewer risks like this in the future. At least he should be well prepared and make plans after a thorough investigation.

This time, he took the risk with only a shabby magic weapon, which was indeed a bit rash.

When he returned to Baicaotang, it was already dark. Fortunately, he arrived before the city gate was closed, otherwise he would have to spend the night in the wild.

Yesterday, he asked the manager for two days off. Since he came back early, he can rest for a day tomorrow.

To be honest, after this experience, he was a little tired both physically and mentally. As soon as he returned to the room, he fell asleep. Now thinking about it, he chose the right job to guard the warehouse. As he had more and more secrets, he could not live with others at all.

This sleep lasted until the next morning. After lunch, Mo Xun, who had recovered his strength again, began to think about the next plan.

In fact, before going to Qingxia Gorge, he had already planned to leave this place. Staying here to practice Qi and meditate was really slow for his breakthrough in cultivation.

But then again, where else could he go?

According to his idea, he would naturally go to find other immortals to understand the real world of immortals, but where are those immortals who only exist in legends?

Scratching his head, he took out a few things he got from Qing Gorge. Due to time constraints, he did not look at them carefully at the time, but now it is a good time to study them.

He picked up the unknown white flower seed with two fingers. If this thing did not know its origin, I am afraid that many people would think it was a pea.

He had seen the power of the strange flower, but how could this thing help him?

Before he found out the origin of this thing, he would naturally not rashly try to grow it, which would be no different from seeking death.

After thinking for a while, he planned to go to the bookstall to buy some herbal books tomorrow. This kind of thing is probably only mentioned in the more niche books.

He carefully put away the seeds, and wrapped them with several layers of cloth, and finally tied them tightly. God knows if this thing will sprout for no reason after leaving the soil. He doesn't want to make any mistakes.

Then he took out the green gourd. This thing is the thing he can't understand the most in this trip.

In his opinion, the white flower can create illusions, which is probably closely related to it.

The gourd has no cover, and looking into the small gourd mouth, it's pitch black!

Mo Xun shook it first, and there was no sound inside. He took a bucket of water and poured it in, but it was full without even a cup of water.

However, after contacting several treasures of cultivators, his thinking became broader. Since this method doesn't work, let's try another method.

Next, he lit a candle and roasted the gourd on the fire. After a cup of tea, he confirmed that the object was still fire-proof.

Then, there was only one way left.

Then he held the gourd with one hand, and the Fiery Fire Art in his body circulated, slowly injecting spiritual power into it.

As soon as the spiritual power entered the gourd, it disappeared just like the bronze toad, and at the same time, a faint green light emanated from the surface of the gourd.

Mo Xun was overjoyed, and it really worked.

But before he could react, a piece of green mist suddenly spurted out of the gourd, instantly wrapping his entire body. With a flash of green light, he was sucked into the gourd.

Mo Xun felt a dizzy moment, and in the blink of an eye, his feet landed again, but his head still felt a little dizzy.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a hazy green space, surrounded by a layer of green barrier, and above his head, the same green light was hanging upside down, wrapping tightly.

Mo Xun knew that he must have accidentally touched the gourd mechanism and was sucked into the gourd.

He was not panicked about this, but had a faint expectation. In his opinion, could this be the cave treasure in the legend of the immortals?

Thinking of this, he became even more delighted, and immediately looked around to see if there was any treasure inside. At the same time, he secretly sighed that his chance was so lucky.

The space in the gourd was not large, only about ten feet in radius, and most of it was empty. In the center, there was a stone tablet, and there seemed to be a spring next to it. There was mist near the spring, and you could vaguely see spring water coming out.

Mo Xun hurried over, and the first thing he went to check was the stone tablet.

But strictly speaking, this can only be regarded as half a broken tablet, only half a person tall, and it seemed to have been broken off by someone.

There were some strange words engraved on the stone tablet, like a tadpole heavenly book, which Mo Xun had never seen before.

After walking around the stone tablet, he didn't find anything strange.

He then set his eyes on the spring beside him, where some spring water intermittently emerged, flowing along the stone platform below and into two pieces of strange soil on the side.

The reason why it is called strange is that the colors of the soil are black and white, which are particularly conspicuous in this green world, and seem to correspond to the two black and white scars on the surface of the gourd.

Each piece of soil is about ten feet in size.

Mo Xun grabbed a handful of black soil, which was not much different from the yellow soil in the outside world in terms of touch, and the same was true for white soil, except that the color was more strange, and he didn't know what special effect it had.

Out of curiosity, he put the black soil in his mouth and tasted it. It was immediately bitter and unbearable, so he quickly spit it out. It felt bitterer than any medicine soup he had drunk before.

He tasted a little white soil, but it was completely opposite, without a trace of taste. He grabbed a handful of soil in his hand and tried to inject spiritual power into it, but did not find any strange phenomenon.

He circled around the two special pieces of soil for several times and found nothing else.

He returned to the spring and drank a mouthful of spring water. This time, there was no strange taste and it was sweet and delicious, a bit like the mountain spring water he drank in the mountains before.

Moreover, there was a faint spiritual energy surrounding the spring water, but it was slightly different from the spiritual energy when he practiced Qi on weekdays. It seemed to be more turbid and mixed with many other auras.

He couldn't help but frown. If this spiritual energy could be purer, it might be good for his practice.

But this spiritual energy was turbid. If he rashly absorbed it, it would be hard to say whether it was good or bad.

He studied the stone platform under the spring again. There was no mechanism, and nothing special. It seemed to be an ordinary stone formed by nature.