Cultivating immortals is a hard job

Sun Lu stretched out his arm, showing his pulse and said, "I don't know either. Can you help me check it?"

Mo Xun smiled bitterly: "Look at me now, can I still move?"

In an unnamed canyon thousands of miles away, a man suddenly laughed excitedly, as if he was crazy.

"God really helps me. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth here is so rich. I, Bai Wanhe, will definitely have a great future!"

A white light shot up to the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared at the end of the sky. The valley returned to its previous calm.

The night rose above the branches, the room was pitch black, and bursts of crickets and insects chirped outside the house.

With a flash of green light, Mo Xun disappeared on the bed.

In the green world, a pill flew out of the storage bag and fell into his mouth.

Mo Xun then closed his eyes slightly, and the Fiery Art in his body slowly operated. Not long after, his limbs made bursts of thunder.

A piercing pain instantly spread throughout his body, but he didn't even frown.

Such pain was too insignificant for him who had experienced countless life and death.

The power of the medicine gradually dissolved in his body, flowing through the Dantian meridians throughout his body, and the broken bones were mending and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

An hour later, Mo Xun, whose clothes were already soaked, suddenly sat up, and the bandages on his body also broke layer by layer, revealing pieces of shiny skin.

Mo Xun exhaled a breath of turbid air, like a new life, looking up and down at his skinny palms.

Without time to think too much, he quickly changed his clothes and took out the green gourd, regaining control of his body, which made him feel very happy.

However, the doubts in his heart never stopped for a moment.

Without knowing where he was now, there was always an inexplicable crisis floating in his heart.

In a flash, he left the hut. Although his realm had fallen, his consciousness was still there. With a flash of red light, he flew up on his sword.

After walking for several miles, he patted his spirit beast bag and summoned Bai Ze.

"Xiao Bai, can you recognize where this place is?"

Bai Ze sniffed his nose first. The rich spiritual energy made the little guy ecstatic, but he had no idea about this question.

The man and the beast were silent for a while. Mo Xun thought of several possibilities in his mind, but he ruled them out one by one.

Then he flew on his sword again and flew hundreds of miles nearby. Except for some villages, he did not see any traces of the world of immortal cultivation.

But what surprised him was that perhaps due to the abundant spiritual energy of heaven and earth, some spiritual flowers and herbs could be seen occasionally in the mountains.

Although the grade was a little lower, it was no longer useful to him now, but it proved from the side that this place was definitely a good place for cultivation.

Why doesn't any sect come to such a place?

It seems that only by going to Qiu Mingcheng mentioned by the old man can we know the truth!

After meditating all night, a cry of surprise came from the hut at dawn the next day.

"Brother Mo, are your injuries healed?"

This cry also attracted the old man who had already gotten up.

As if he had expected it, the old man did not show much surprise when he saw Mo Xun intact.

"Lu'er, go out and organize the herbs first, I will check this young master again."

Sun Lu was still in shock and did not come back to his senses. He kept circling around Mo Xun, praising him, lifting his arms for a while, and touching his legs and feet for a while.

Obviously, such a miracle was too incredible for him.

When Sun Lu went out, the old man sat opposite Mo Xun, without taking his pulse or checking his injuries.

"Mr. Mo, since you have recovered, leave as soon as possible!"

Mo Xun frowned immediately. He could feel the hostility in the old man's words.

But he didn't understand where this hostility came from?

"Thank you for saving me, old man. I am very grateful. But there is one thing I don't understand. Please help me solve it."

The old man nodded lightly: "If I know, I will tell you!"

"Have I ever offended you?"

"No!"

"Why are you so anxious to drive me away?"

The old man didn't show any mercy and said directly: "I just don't like you cultivators!"

What Mo Xun wanted to say was blocked in his throat. It was the first time he heard such a reason.

"Can you tell me the reason? You know, your grandson was begging me to teach him to practice yesterday!"

The old man's face then darkened.

"That's right, you should leave here as soon as possible, don't let him have any unreasonable thoughts."

Mo Xun was speechless for a while. If he were in an ordinary family, he would flatter and flatter the immortal cultivators. Why would he drive them away?

As long as they are not fools, who would not want to ascend to heaven?

But he happened to meet such an old man who did not play by the rules.

However, with his personality, if people did not welcome him, they would naturally not ask more questions, let alone stay here.

But he was unwilling to give up the spiritual energy here.

Not to mention practicing here for a long time, at least he had to use this place to restore his cultivation.

"Mo understands, but yesterday, I promised your grandson to check his spiritual roots for him. I will talk to him later and leave here."

The old man nodded, got up and went out. After telling his grandson a few words, he went into the mountain alone with a bamboo basket on his back.

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"Brother Mo, since you are fine, can you help me check my spiritual roots and teach me to practice?"

Mo Xun glanced at the old man's back and did not agree to him directly, but asked: "Why do you want to practice?"

Sun Lu answered without thinking: "Of course, to become an immortal, to be able to fly in the clouds and live forever."

Mo Xun smiled bitterly, and suddenly remembered that when he was young, he also had such a dream.

Since he embarked on this road, he gave up too many things. For the illusory road of immortality, he did not know how many lives and deaths he had experienced.

People only know to envy immortals, but do not know the difficulty of becoming an immortal.

"You know, your grandfather doesn't want you to practice."

When he said this, Sun Lu's face suddenly fell.

"I know why he opposes, because my parents lost their lives in a battle with other immortals!"

Mo Xun nodded in realization, thinking, no wonder!

"Then why do you still want to practice?"

After a long silence, Sun Lu suddenly raised his head and said with a firm look: "I want revenge!"

Mo Xun looked at his eyes full of hatred, so this is the reason!