Ancient Gods

Zhongzhou seems to be calm on the surface, but in fact there is an undercurrent.

Because of the Duan family's strong blockade, the news that the four strong men of the Duan family died at the hands of Mo Yang was not spread. No one knew about that battle except the Duan family and the woman in white.

Because the woman in white was intoxicated by the gods and demons, she had no choice but to go to a rolling snow mountain in Zhongzhou in order to use the extreme cold power bred by the eternal ice to suppress the power of the medicine in her body.

Time passed day by day, and the entire Zhongzhou seemed to be calm. No special news came out, and nothing major happened.

In an unknown place in Zhongzhou, the green mountains and green waters here seem like a pure land isolated from the world.

At the foot of a green mountain, there is a green bamboo forest, and there is a thatched hut beside the bamboo forest.

On the bamboo couch in the house, Mo Yang lay quietly on it.

Ever since the drunk maniac brought him here, he had never woken up. Until this day, the morning sun shone through the window and shone on Mo Yang's cheek. His brows suddenly wrinkled, then his eyelids twitched slightly, and his eyes slowly opened. Come.

After Mo Yang opened his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar things around him, he couldn't help but be stunned. He only remembered that after the woman in white left, he seemed to be unable to hold on and fell down. Everything that happened after that was blank to him. .

I am actually still alive...

What is this place?

Judging from the furnishings in the house, it looks too simple and seems to be an ordinary farmer's house.

Looking around the room, there was a burned-out fire beside it. There was an earthen jar placed next to the fire, and the scent of medicine could be clearly smelled from the earthen jar.

"It seems someone saved me..."

Mo Yang took a slight sniff and instantly knew that the medicine in the earthen jar was for healing, but even though he was well-informed, he couldn't tell which medicinal materials were brewed.

But he knew that those medicinal materials seemed extremely unusual, because after just a few sniffs, he felt that the blood in his body was a little restless.

"The wilderness is really like a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. There are people with such extraordinary medical skills hidden among ordinary farmers!"

Mo Yang was a little surprised and couldn't help but whisper to himself.

At this time, he suddenly recalled his original injury, and hurriedly checked his body, and found that the damaged soul power had been restored, but at this time, his dantian was empty. The energy actually dissipated.

For Mo Yang, this was like a bolt from the blue.

Because for a cultivator, if there is no trace of true energy in the body, it is equivalent to a useless person.

It just seemed that because of the experience of losing all his cultivation, although his mind felt blank at this time, he was not as depressed as the first time. It didn't take long for him to come to his senses and just sighed.

He stood up slowly, then came to the door, opened it and walked out.

Then he was suddenly stunned, because there was a familiar figure in the simple courtyard.

He was stunned, and he didn't know how long it took before he came back to his senses, and then said: "Senior, you saved me?"

Mo Yang thought it was the farmer who saved him, but he didn't expect to see a drunkard when he opened the door.

At this time, the wine maniac is the same as before, and his appearance has not changed much. He is reclining on a bamboo chair, holding the broken wine pot in one hand. I don't know whether he is asleep or closing his eyes to rest. For Mo Yang He called softly, but he didn't respond.

Mo Yang took a deep breath, and then walked towards the drunk maniac, intending to ask about the specific situation.

As soon as he came to the drunkard, the drunkard said without opening his eyes: "Get more rest when you wake up, and don't walk around blindly!"

Mo Yang was a little speechless. Since everyone was awake, how could he get more rest...

He doesn't know how long he has been sleeping, and now his soul power has completely recovered from his injuries. Although his true energy has dissipated, he has the blood of the ancient gods, so resting or not has no impact on him at all.

After a while, the drunk maniac kept his eyes open just a slit, glanced at Mo Yang, then closed them again, and said: "My life is saved, but you should have noticed that the true energy in your body has also been exhausted!"

Mo Yang didn't say anything after hearing this, but just sighed.

This is not the first time he has experienced this kind of thing, and his mood is not fluctuating much at this time, unlike before.

Seeing that Mo Yang didn't speak and just sighed, the drunkard maniac frowned slightly, opened his eyes and looked at Mo Yang and asked suspiciously: "You have lost all your cultivation twice, aren't you sad?"

Mo Yang bowed to the drunken maniac and said, "Thank you, senior, for saving your life!"

Then a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said with some self-deprecation: "What's the use of being sad..."

"You've changed a lot!" The drunk maniac said seemingly casually, then closed his eyes again.

Mo Yang frowned, looked at the drunk maniac in front of him, couldn't help but look at it carefully again, and then asked: "Senior, have we met before?"

The reason why Mo Yang asked this was because he felt that the drunkard's words just now were a bit strange. The other party had not known him for a long time, but he said such a meaningless statement.

The drunk maniac said nothing, shook the broken wine bottle in his hand, and said, "Is there any more wine?"

Mo Yang: "..."

He took out a ring and handed it to the drunkard.

"Go and drink the medicine in the house. Since you are awake, leave tomorrow. I am old and like to be alone!" The drunkard said casually after taking the ring.

Mo Yang was speechless. This was a direct order to expel guests, but he didn't say anything more, just nodded slightly.

Then he turned around and walked into the house silently, lifted up the earthen jar and took a look. The liquid inside was as black as ink, and it was impossible to tell what kind of medicinal materials it was made of. If it weren't for the medicinal fragrance, at first glance, I'm afraid everyone would think it was a jar of poison.

After looking at it for a while, Mo Yang drank the medicinal juice in the earthen jar. It tasted extremely bitter, more bitter than any medicinal material he had ever eaten. Apart from that, he had no extra feelings.

Mo Yang turned around and walked out of the house. He wanted to continue asking about the previous situation, but the drunkard disappeared.

In the evening, Mo Yang sat alone in the small courtyard. The night wind blew, and the green bamboo forest beside him made bursts of rustling sounds. The night sky was full of stars.

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to several years ago. He still remembered the attic where he lived when he first went to Xuantian Holy Land. There was also a bamboo forest next to it...

The figure standing on the top of the Holy Maiden Peak appeared in his mind unconsciously, as bright as the moonlight, as otherworldly as a fairy...

"Yuyao... are you all okay..."

Mo Yang murmured. Now, the true energy he had worked so hard to obtain has dissipated. Mo Yang didn't know when he could return to that piece of land again, and he didn't know if he could see those faces again.