Xianyun Valley is located in the southeast of the Chu Kingdom, adjacent to Taihui Mountain and Huanyu Mountain. There are a lot of clouds and mist here. Waves of light smoke and mist are already rising from the mountainside. When they evaporate to the sky, There are already thick white flowers, and with the vast forest and vast sea of forests and rivers and streams gushing out at the bottom of the mountain, it is even more difficult to distinguish the scenery in the valley.
Next to the waterfall at the foot of Taihui Mountain, about seventy feet away from the foot of the mountain, stands a wooden house, surrounded by a fence nearby. There are also some growing spiritual grasses in the courtyard, which are colorful and fragrant under the sunlight.
At this time, the door of the room was open, and a dark red alchemy furnace was placed in the middle. Below the alchemy furnace was a hole about a foot square, in which there was a steady stream of ground fire burning, impacting the bottom of the alchemy furnace.
Logically speaking, you cannot leave the door wide open when refining elixirs. If there are some fluctuations in spiritual power, it will affect the quality of the elixirs. However, out of suspicion, Old Man Qingjing still did this.
At this time, he was sitting on a chair in the main room. Not far away, a young girl was kneeling. She was wearing a layer of sky-blue brocade veil, with blue and white patterns on her wide clothes, and her long black hair was simply tied up. It was rolled up and a simple white hairpin was inserted into the head.
This woman's facial features are delicate, but her face is cold. If you meet her for the first time, you will definitely feel that you should avoid strangers.
"Where can dragon chant grass be used as medicine?"
The old man Qingjing suddenly said something without any reason, which made the woman stunned for a moment, but soon she understood that it was from the books about herbs that the master gave him last time. She had something to say about herbs. He loves them so much that he is naturally deeply impressed by the contents in these classics.
"The beard must be more than two inches long, but it must be more than ten years old. If it is less than ten years old, it is highly poisonous." The cold woman responded.
"When does the night flower bloom?"
"On a full moon night, the flowering period lasts for a quarter of an hour. Once the time passes, it will wither immediately."
The old man Qingjing asked the cold woman some questions about medicinal herbs, and she answered most of them.
"Very good. It seems that you have done everything my teacher taught you seriously." Old Man Qingjing touched his beard and nodded.
The cold woman's expression was still respectful: "Disciple just did what he should do."
The old man Qingjing was about to say something, but suddenly he frowned and changed his words: "Someone is coming not far away. It's not someone we are familiar with."
The cold woman immediately stood up, took off the fairy sword on the wall and held it in her hand, with a somewhat unearthly tone: "Master, disciple, go out and have a look."
"If you come looking for me, just say that I'm not here." The old man Qingjing thought for a while and added, and the latter naturally nodded in agreement.
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The young man was dressed in white, and his originally ordinary face had become a little more vicissitudes during the more than three months of traveling. His hard work paid off. After a long journey and many detours, he finally arrived at Xianyun Valley.
That's right, this person is none other than Chen Mo who left Zhaotian Sect!
He wanted the Immortal of the Zhaotian Sect to bring him here, but since he had no spiritual stone and no flying talisman, there was no reason for him to have someone take him there, so he had no choice but to ride there on his own.
"A little thirsty..."
Chen Mo passed through a dense forest, and the waterfall and wooden house suddenly appeared in front of him, which solved his urgent need. If he wanted to clean up here, it would not be too late to see the old man Qingjing again.
As he said, Chen Mo strode towards the riverside under the waterfall. He held a handful of water in both hands and was about to drink it. Suddenly, a toneless voice came from behind: "Who are you?"
When Chen Mo turned around, he noticed the cold woman standing behind him. He looked at her from top to bottom with a slightly analytical look, especially her lower body. He remained silent without replying.
But this was like a violation in the woman's eyes. "You're a bastard!" She said coldly, and at the same time, she thrust her unsheathed sword forward and headed straight for Chen Mo's chest.
You know, Chen Mo was by the river at this time. If he was hit by her, he would inevitably end up soaked all over.
Although his spiritual veins were blocked, his inner strength was still there. If he could really be hit by her, Chen Mo wouldn't be embarrassed here anymore. He turned aside and dodged the cold woman's blow. He quickly stood up and said in a bad tone: "Fairy, can you?" That's a bit too much. Is this how Old Man Qingjing teaches you how to treat guests?"
The cold woman's eyes flashed slightly: "Who told you that I am a disciple of Old Man Qingjing?"
Chen Mo did not answer her question, but said: "Please let me know from the fairy." After saying that, he took out the letter given to him by the Zhaotian Sect's foundation-building elder.
The cold woman did not take over and said calmly: "Old Qingjing is not here, and I am not his disciple."
Chen Mo half-smiled but said, "So, does it mean that fairies have a habit of kneeling?"
The woman showed signs of taking action, and said in a cold tone: "What do you mean?"
"There is still dust on the ground on your dress that you didn't have time to brush off. It's obvious that you just knelt down and worshiped. Also, the most basic common sense in the world of cultivation is that you must close the doors and windows when making alchemy to prevent fluctuations in spiritual power. But now what? ? The door of the wooden house is wide open, you are his apprentice, the result of old man Qingjing having no choice but to avoid suspicion."
"So, Old Man Qingjing is in the house. Please let the fairy know and hand this letter over to him." Chen Mo said firmly and handed the letter to the woman again.
The cold woman didn't expect a single detail to be clearly analyzed by the person in front of her. There was no point in pretending to be confused. She quickly accepted the letter without any unnecessary nonsense and turned back to the courtyard.
Chen Mo took a deep breath and adjusted his mood. He was not in a good mood. Even if he met this beautiful lady, it meant that the pure old man had received his apprentice, and he was late!
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"That's it..." The cold woman told everything she saw about Chen Mo, without leaving a single word. She just added more insults and made Chen Mo's eyes towards him even more obscene.
The old man Qingjing took the letter from the woman, looked through it, and opened it. After reading the content of the letter for a long time, he chuckled: "This guy came to rob me..."
The cold woman was stunned: "Master, he is a mortal without spiritual energy fluctuations...how could he rob you?"
"Go out and tell him that I'm busy refining elixirs and don't have time to see each other, and tell him to go back to where he came from."
The cold woman understood this sentence, turned around and took the order and went out.
When Chen Mo saw the Qing Leng woman's slightly raised lips, he knew something was bad. It would definitely not be a good thing. As he expected, the woman's words were what Old Qing Jing taught her, telling him to leave quickly.
Where can Chen Mo leave? If he left, where would he get the Qingqing Pill? Could it be that he really wanted to die for the Zhaotian Sect? Chen Mo knew very well that it was a life-and-death business, and he would not agree to anything.
"Then I will wait until the seniors finish refining the elixir before coming out." Chen Mo said firmly.
The cold woman said with disgust: "Are you sick? I asked you to leave! You're still here and won't leave!"
It's not that she has a bad temper, but the first impression Chen Mo left on her was that he was spying on her wantonly. I want to ask, which woman can have a good impression of a young man who looks lusty at first sight?
Chen Mo was like an old monk who was in samadhi, looking at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his mouth, and became silent.
For such a scoundrel, the cold woman has no good way to kill him? She had never killed anyone before, and besides, killing him for this little thing would be too big a deal.
He didn't stand in her courtyard. This Xianyun Valley was not her home, so there was really no reason to ask him to leave.
"In my opinion, you might as well kneel down. Maybe my master will be moved by you and come out to see you." The cold woman changed her words again. She said this purely to retaliate against Chen Mo's wanton eyes.
"The fairy is right." Chen Mo actually slowly knelt down with one leg, and then followed with the other leg. He knelt on the ground and looked straight in the direction of the wooden house.
At this time, the cold woman didn't know what to say, and the good mood of getting revenge disappeared without a trace. She snorted coldly and turned back to the wooden house to report to the old man Qingjing.
It was still noon when Chen Mo knelt down, and it was already night after the cold woman left the wooden house. The cold wind was blowing. Even though Chen Mo had washed his marrow with the I Ching, he still felt a little chill while kneeling under the waterfall at night. The pure old man spent the night He didn't even show up, so he just let him kneel down here.
He also endured his sleepiness and endured the whole night. According to him, this clean old man was testing his patience. He was not afraid of this, Chen Mo had it.
Early the next morning, when the sun was shining brightly, the cold woman came to the wooden house again, and saw Chen Mo who was still kneeling not far away. She wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, and went into the wooden house to learn about vegetation with the old man Qingjing. Knowledge is gone.
In the evening, Chen Mo was still kneeling there, motionless, and his back was still straight, which made the cold woman take another look.
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The day rose and the night fell, time passed, and in a flash, Chen Mo knelt here for forty-eight hours, and finally seemed like he couldn't hold on any longer.
He was a little thirsty before he came, and the woman stopped him before he even got to his mouth. At this time, his body's condition had reached its limit.
What was more terrifying than this was his consciousness. After the cold wind blew and he was exposed to the scorching sun, the feeling of being in the two heavens of ice and fire was definitely not that pleasant. His feelings were a little blurry, and his waist was slightly bent. He almost lost it several times. He lost his balance and fell to the ground. Fortunately, he recovered in time.
"I can't go! I can't go! I can't go!"
Chen Mo's heart roared crazily. He understood that if he couldn't hold on, it would be the real end. This time, he had no way out and could only fight on his own! !
Why should he be someone else's disciple? If he doesn't even have this bit of endurance, how can he prove that he is better than others?
The inner side of his palm was stained with blood from Chen Mo's nails, and there was blood seeping out slightly. Only in this way could he be more awake.
In the Lingshi Mine, the experience of being captured as a mine slave shocked Du Hang and three others with one palm... All the days when he still had cultivation, kept appearing in front of his eyes, and the future... He couldn't talk about it lightly give up! !
The forty-ninth hour!
The fiftieth hour!
The fifty-first hour! !
Chen Mo still knelt stubbornly outside the courtyard, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes and deep persistence. His qualifications can only be said to be average. What can he do at this time? ! Can fight hard! ! !
The Qing Leng woman was a little absent-minded in her homework today. She would look out the window every now and then. Old Qing Jing had noticed her behavior long ago. He waited until the sun was setting and then slowly said, "Disciple, do you remember what I said today?" ?”
The cold woman said: "Disciple, remember."
"What is the effect of Soaring Dragon Grass?" Old Man Qingjing asked casually, leaving the woman speechless and unable to speak.
"I didn't explain this herb at all today. It's normal that you can't answer it. Go back." The old man Qingjing chuckled and waved his hand to signal the woman to leave, completely forgetting that there was a living person kneeling outside.
