Cultivating immortals is a hard job

When things change, people have regrets.

Mo Xun understood this truth a long time ago.

The road to immortality is a lonely road where only oneself can be left.

"Where's the half piece of jade?"

The old woman shook her head.

"Alas, Ben was still at home in the early years, but he was sold out by me because of an accident thirty years ago."

Mo Xun sighed silently, as if it was expected.

It is rare for an ordinary thing to be preserved for two hundred years.

He gently rubbed the smooth jade pendant in his hand, and suddenly placed it and the half piece of animal skin in the wooden box.

Then he took out two other pieces of animal skins, as well as several ordinary martial arts and mental techniques from the past.

In the past, he benefited from these.

After hesitating for a moment, he then put a storage bag inside.

Then it was handed over to the old woman.

The origin of the entire exercise is unknown, but since this opportunity came from Mr. He, it should be regarded as belonging to the He family!

Mo Xun did not explain what was inside, but only said: "If you can, try to pass it on. Maybe one day, someone will discover the secret inside."

The old woman took it in her hand doubtfully, and for a moment she didn't know whether to refuse or thank her.

"this......"

Mo Xun waved his hand.

"Old man, don't think too much. I was so kind to my ancestors back then, but now it's just that the property has returned to its original owner!"

"ah?"

Not only the old woman, but also everyone else present looked shocked and confused.

The young man in front of him clearly looked like he was only in his twenties.

But Mr. and Mrs. Ye, who are nearly sixty-seven years old, say that they have been greatly favored by the ancestors of the He family. How can this make sense?

Mo Xun did not explain, but turned to Ma Antong.

"I will be leaving soon. The two old people may have trouble with Master Mamen in their future lives."

After Ma Antong was stunned for a moment, he quickly bowed and clasped his fists.

"Don't worry, sir, Ma knows what to do."

Mo Xun smiled slightly, took out a jade bottle and placed it on the table.

"There are a few pills here. After taking them, they should be of some help to you in terms of martial arts and longevity."

When Ma Antong heard this, his eyes immediately glowed with gold.

Since it was given by the immortal master, it is the elixir.

When he thought of this, Master Ma Sect, who had been unable to hide his emotions for a long time, couldn't help but tremble, and even knelt down to worship.

"Thank you, Master, for the elixir!"

"Get up, I hope you don't disappoint me."

As Mo Xun spoke, he flicked his fingers without leaving any trace, leaving a mark of divine consciousness on the old woman's body.

After seeing off several members of the Ye family, Mo Xun's face calmed down.

"Master Ma, there is something I want to remind you of."

Ma Antong bowed respectfully.

"Sir, please tell me."

"I heard that your son-in-law is a miracle doctor?"

Ma Antong's heart skipped a beat, wondering how this immortal master of unknown origin could suddenly mention this.

Despite his doubts, he answered quickly.

"Exactly, my son-in-law is indeed quite accomplished in medical skills."

Mo Xun nodded slightly.

"You are able to find a descendant of the He family, which can be regarded as helping me once. Logically speaking, I should not make any excessive demands, but as the saying goes, a doctor has a benevolent heart. Since he has the ability to hang a pot to save the world, he should not waste his talent. , if you can help others in danger, be as kind as possible. Of course, this is just a suggestion from me, not a requirement. Just tell him the exact words."

The corner of Ma Antong's mouth moved, and he was a little surprised.

Although he didn't quite understand it, he probably understood the meaning.

His virtuous son-in-law must have done something he shouldn't have done and offended the Immortal Master in front of him.

"Mou Ma knows!"

Mo Xun did not continue to struggle with this issue.

Because Mo Yichen is back!

However, after being out for two or three days, no good news came.

"Uncle, if you want to stay a little longer, maybe there will be other clues."

Mo Xun shook his head sadly.

"No need, you can keep this matter in mind for now and look for it later."

Mo Xun wanted to forget it, but when the words came to his lips, he realized that the tie in his heart had not been shortened.

The second half of the sentence is just a ray of leeway left for myself.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Xun waved his sleeves, rolled up Mo Yichen and others and disappeared into thin air.

Before Ma Antong, who was thinking, could react, he found that he was the only one left in the hall.

Then, a distant voice came from my ears.

"Be kind to the Ye family, and maybe one day in the future, you will have another chance..."

The words curled up, leaving only an echo.

Mo Xun, however, had followed the divine mark and quietly arrived at Ye's house.

He didn't disturb anyone, but left something behind and then drifted away.

Xiangguo Shengjing!

This was Mo Xun's first time in this prosperous capital built entirely by mortals.

Along the way, apart from the absence of immortal cultivators, there are prosperous shops and people coming and going. In terms of prosperity, it is a unique scene.

The most important thing is the smoke of fireworks everywhere.

Immortal cultivators are busy for immortality, while secular people are busy for three meals.

This is the difference between immortals and mortals!

Mo Xun's spiritual consciousness swept over and landed in the palace.

The Mo family's initial encounter was relatively complicated, but he had no intention of slowly understanding it.

Since leaving Xunyang County, he has no feelings for the current Mo family except for a little regret.

After all, a hundred years have passed, how much of that blood relationship can be left?

If there is a connection, it is probably just the word "Mo".

In the palace hall, an old man who was a little weak was wearing a dragon robe, sitting on the dragon throne, holding a memorial in his hand and frowning without saying a word.

This old man is the current ruler of Xiangguo, Xuanyuan Hong!

Xuanyuan is the surname of Xiangguo, which is a domineering name.

The next moment, a young man walked in from outside the door.

"Father, are you worried about the letter from Tianchi?"

The old man raised his head and smiled dotingly.

"It's Lin'er, didn't you go to Nanxing Mountain with your master for retreat? Why are you back so soon?"

This Xuanyuan Lin is not very old, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

If there were any immortal cultivators here, they would have noticed that the spiritual energy on his body was flowing, indicating that he had reached the foundation-building stage.

This was nothing special in the land of immortal cultivation, but it seemed a bit abrupt in the mortal world.

Even in the big sects, a foundation-building cultivator under the age of 20 was a rare talent.

"Master has recently refined another furnace of blood-clotting pills. Because he was worried about my father's illness, he asked me to deliver it."

As he spoke, Xuanyuan Lin had come closer and took out a small porcelain bottle.

Xuanyuan Hong stroked his beard and smiled, uncorked the bottle and smelled the medicinal fragrance inside, closing his eyes and showing an intoxicated look.

"Thank Master Taixuan for my father. The medicine I had taken before was almost finished."