Cultivating immortals is a hard job

"Junior Qin Sirong!" Seeing Mo Xun hesitate to speak, Qin Sirong saluted again.

"You knew I would come?"

Qin Sirong smiled miserably.

"That's right, it's just that senior came a little late!"

Mo Xun's heart trembled. He naturally heard the meaning of these words. Although he had expected it in his heart, hearing it with his own ears still made him feel a little sad.

After a while, Qin Sirong changed the subject and asked, "I wonder how senior found this place?"

Mo Xun glanced at her with a gloomy face, knowing in his heart that with the opponent's cultivation level, he probably wouldn't be able to kill Ye Ping even before he was poisoned, but Ye Ping's death was definitely inseparable from this person.

For a moment, he even had the intention of killing.

But before that, he still had to ask clearly about some things.

Mo Xun raised his hand casually, and a strange disc full of sharp serrations was thrown between the two of them.

There were still traces of blood that had not yet dried on the jagged teeth that were glowing with cold light.

The moment he saw this object, Qin Sirong's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his calm mind revealed unspeakable waves.

There were hundreds of complex expressions on her face, including shock, sadness, confusion, bewilderment, relaxation, and joy. It was as if at this moment, they were all gathered in her pretty eyebrows. Then, two lines of incomprehensible words appeared. Clear tears slowly slid down her cheeks.

The endless drops, the blood and tears throwing away the red beans, the endless opening, are the memories of the spring willow wounds!

Mo Xun just stood aside quietly, looking at the other party indifferently.

Asking the world, why are crazy men and women resentful?

In the end, it is wishful thinking after all!

Who said that Yue Lao leads the world of mortals?

No one knows that both ends of this thread are couples and enemies!

After a long time, Qin Sirong withdrew his gaze and looked at Mo Xun, with a bit of relief in his beautiful eyes.

"Senior, do you want to hear my story?"

Mo Xun frowned slightly. To be honest, he was a person who didn't understand romance. He understood love in this world, but he didn't want to waste time feeling those, especially those who were insignificant to him.

If he wanted to feel it, he could experience it himself, so why listen to other people's stories?

However, the moment his eyes met, the words he wanted to blurt out were swallowed back by him.

"Long story short!"

Qin Sirong didn't care about the cold tone and bowed slightly.

"Senior, please take a seat!" He then walked forward and poured Mo Xun a cup of tea in a very dignified manner.

Mo Xun breathed a sigh of relief, sat down, but turned his body to the other side. Instead of looking directly at him, he looked out the window. His eyes were very clear, but only he knew what was going on in his heart at this moment. complex.

After all, he is his first disciple. If you carefully calculate it, the master-disciple relationship between the two must be as close as a match!

I think that in the beginning, he was able to accept this disciple more out of an exchange of interests.

The other party brought out the secret technique of refining weapons passed down from his family, and he provided training resources.

Although this successor has not completely inherited his mantle, he has inherited many of his ideas in cultivation. Ye Ping was able to cultivate to the peak of foundation building in sixty years, which carried his great strength. A lot of hard work and cultivation.

"Before I was thirteen, I didn't even know that there were immortals in this world. The only thing I wanted at that time was not to go hungry."

Qin Sirong poured himself a cup of tea as he spoke.

"When I was three years old, my father went hunting in the mountains and was chased down the cliff by wild animals. He never came back. From then on, my mother and I depended on each other until I was seven years old. In order to remarry, my mother sold me to a family. Maid, at this point, I have to work hard to fill my stomach all day long."

Qin Sirong just said it calmly, as if talking to himself.

"As a seven-year-old girl, there are endless clothes to wash and endless courtyards to sweep. In that memory, my hands seem to be intact not a day. Even so, I still have to suffer from those young men. It is too common for people to be bullied, have their hair burned, have their clothes ripped off, and have their feces thrown at them.”

The two of them sat on both sides of the round table, one looking out the window quietly like an old monk in meditation, the other holding a teacup in his hand and talking dreamily.

"Fortunately, the weather was merciful. Not long after, a drought swept through the county. I followed those who survived and began to live on the road. During this period, I ate tree bark, drank swill, and even rats. I can also become a bowl of meat in the pot, begging for food like a beggar. I have endured it for five years. In order not to be bullied by those bad people, I can only dress myself up to be extremely ugly and dirty every day, but that's it. , there are always people who come to take off my clothes at night. At this time, I can only struggle desperately. Everything I can grab becomes a weapon for me to fight back. The first time I killed someone was in When I was nine years old, I still clearly remember that I used a broken piece of porcelain bowl to slit the man's throat, and finally severed all his tendons and hamstrings!"

As if he was telling someone else's story, Qin Sirong seemed particularly calm from beginning to end.

"No one knows how many people I killed during those years of begging!"

"Sixteen, or seventeen..."

Hearing this, Mo Xun was finally a little moved. He couldn't help but glanced at her curiously, feeling somewhat touched in his heart.

"I spent five full years in such suffering and hunger, until when I was thirteen years old, I met an immortal cultivator. According to him, the first time he saw me, he noticed that I was I have the spiritual ability to cultivate immortality and want to teach me the magic of immortality, so my path to immortality is different from others. It is not for immortality, but just for not starving!"

Mo Xun frowned suspiciously. Those who were able to discover spiritual roots simply through observation were probably at least Nascent Soul or above, because at his current level, he did not have such an ability.

Of course, if you have some kind of secret method, maybe.

But Mo Xun's guess was quickly denied.

"But later I realized that the original purpose of this person taking me in was just to take a fancy to my Yuan Yin and help him practice!"

Having said this, Qin Sirong suddenly raised his head and asked, "Senior, maybe you can guess who this person is?"

Mo Xun's heart moved. Since the other party asked this, he must have a deeper meaning.

After thinking for a while, he answered with some uncertainty: "Lu Xian?"

To be honest, apart from the head of the Lu family, Mo Xun really couldn't think of anyone else.

"Exactly!"

Hearing this affirmative answer, Mo Xun probably had some guesses about what was going to happen next.

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