Cultivating immortals is a hard job

As soon as he entered the city, a voice called him from behind.

Qiu Tian City is similar to other immortal cultivation cities. From inside to outside, a large number of formations and restrictions are arranged.

There are no flying bans, restrictions on mana, and restrictions on spiritual consciousness everywhere.

In addition, there are often patrolling monks.

In general, this is a very orderly immortal cultivation city.

Mo Xun turned his head and saw a strange face immediately.

This person was tall, dressed in black, with a bamboo hat on his head. A pair of eyes could be vaguely seen under the black veil. On the surface, his cultivation level was in the late foundation building stage, but in fact, it was the Jindan realm.

At first, he was stunned for a while because he had never seen this person before.

Although he had been in a wide range of contacts since he came to Qiu Tian City, and he had met at least 10 to 20 people every day, he could basically remember them as long as he had seen them once, relying on his photographic memory.

But he really didn't have much impression of the guy in front of him.

But soon, he saw through the disguise hidden under the surface.

"Meng Jian!"

Isn't this the bearded, honest monk he met by the Yinhuo Pond?

When he first entered the Nine Sects of the Demonic Path, he didn't know much about this place. Many things were learned from this person.

Mo Xun frowned and asked softly, "You are..."

As the saying goes, seeing is one thing, but not pointing it out is another.

Meng Jian's disguise at this time must have caused some changes. Without knowing why, he obviously didn't want to intervene.

Two chuckles came from under the bamboo hat.

"Brother Mo is really a noble man who forgets things easily. Can I have a word with you?"

Mo Xun looked around, and in silence, his face became a little solemn, and then nodded.

"Lead the way!"

The two came to a fairy rest building one after the other. Meng Jian did not hand over the spirit stone at the front desk, but took Mo Xun directly into a secret room.

This is obviously a temporary residence for the other party!

As soon as Meng Jian took off his hat, his true appearance was revealed. However, compared with a year or two ago, he was much thinner and his face looked more vicissitudes.

And Mo Xun noticed that this guy was actually injured!

"It's been a long time since we last met. I wonder if Brother Mo is doing well?"

This kind of cave for temporary cultivation for cultivators is equipped with isolation restrictions. Even those in the late Jindan stage or even the peak stage find it difficult to spy on it with their spiritual sense.

However, in front of the Yuanying cultivator, it is a bit inferior.

As soon as Mo Xun entered here, he forcibly tore the restrictions around him with his spiritual sense and found that in addition to this secret room, this place was also connected to the next door.

And in that stone room, there was a young injured man lying.

The man's breath was weak, and the fluctuations of his mana were also chaotic. He was only a foundation-building cultivator, but his dantian was damaged, and it was very serious. He was lying on a soft couch, his face was pale and it seemed that only the breath was left.

Mo Xun's eyes returned to Meng Jian again, and the corners of his mouth smiled.

"It's Brother Meng, long time no see!"

When saying this, Mo Xun pretended to be surprised, as if he had just recognized him.

But Meng Jian's face showed a bit of bitterness.

"It's been a long time no see, Brother Mo, please take a seat first!"

Meng Jian flicked his robe sleeves, and a stone table and chairs appeared in front of the two of them.

There was also a pot of hot tea on the table.

"Sorry to make you laugh, Brother Mo, it's a bit shabby!"

Mo Xun remembered that when he first met this man, he was still very rough, with a big beard on his face, full of heroic feeling.

But at this moment, his spirit seemed a little sluggish.

"Brother Meng, are you in trouble?"

Mo Xun knew that although the two met on the street by chance, the other party invited him here, it must not be as simple as reminiscing about the past, so he went straight to the point as soon as he opened his mouth.

He didn't have much time to delay, and he had to return to the wine shop as soon as possible.

Meng Jian didn't seem to have the intention of greeting, so he got straight to the point.

"To be honest, Brother Mo, I do have something to ask for!"

Next, Meng Jian briefly recounted his experiences over the past year.

After leaving Yinhuotan, Meng Jian was going to look for other opportunities, but soon after, he received a message from his old friend in Tuoluomen, saying that several disciples who stayed in the sect were successively harassed by the elders of the sect.

At the beginning, Meng Jian had to leave Tuoluomen.

From what he said at that time, he offended a Yuanying elder.

Now, Mo Xun finally knew who the other party had offended.

Tuoluomen is one of the largest sects among the nine sects of the Demonic Path, with a total of three Yuanying ancestors.

As a late-stage great cultivator, Gu Jianshan is in charge of the reins, and there are two others under him, one in the middle stage of Yuanying, named Feng Qinghe, and the other in the early stage of Yuanying, Ye Hai!

The one Meng Jian offended was Ye Hai!

After he left Tuoluomen, the few disciples he had accepted before still stayed in the sect.

But perhaps because of Meng Jian, those people did not live a happy life and were often treated unfairly.

Such as withholding of cultivation resources, which was still considered light.

The worst thing was that in this Heavenly Demon War, five of Meng Jian's disciples were directly transferred to the front line.

As a result, all of them died in the war just one month after the war started!

There were only two people left in the sect, but they did not live a peaceful life either.

In addition to having to do some dangerous tasks frequently, they would also be provoked by other disciples.

Until last month, the conflict broke out again. Ye Hai did not care about the identity of the Yuanying Patriarch at all and directly sent his disciples to kill the two. Fortunately, Meng Jian arrived in time and saved one.

But the other one was lost!

It is precisely because of this that Meng Jian was originally an abandoned disciple of Tuoluo Sect and is now wanted by the entire sect.

But his disciple is seriously injured and can only stay in the city temporarily. On the one hand, he can heal his wounds, and on the other hand, he can find the whereabouts of another disciple.

When Meng Jian said this, his fists were clenched, his eyes were red, and the veins on his neck were protruding. It seemed that he wanted to flatten the entire Tuoluo Sect.

When Mo Xun heard this, his eyes lit up.

But soon, he shook his head again.

If this person had a higher cultivation level, it might be of some help to him.

But what can he do in the early stage of Dan formation?

"Brother Mo, from the first time I saw you, I knew you were capable. Every time I met you, your realm was different, but I couldn't see through it at all. Just based on this point, you are much stronger than me..."

Meng Jian actually had a guess in his heart, but he didn't say it.

That is, the Taoist friend Mo in front of him is likely to be a Yuanying cultivator.

Since Mo Xun was not afraid of Yin Fire and was able to walk out of the depths of Yin Fire Pond, Meng Jian guessed this.

"I dare not say anything else, but I hope Brother Mo can find a way to save my disciple!"

After the voice fell, Meng Jian actually stood up and knelt on one knee.