Cultivating immortals is a hard job

"Jiang Po?"

It was the first time that Yunniang called out this familiar yet strange name.

The stick in Jiang Po's hand fell to the ground with a clang. The old woman was stunned for a long time before showing a hint of surprise in disbelief.

"Yunniang, you can speak now?"

Yunniang nodded with tears in her eyes. She seemed to have a lot to say, but she didn't know where to start.

It wasn't until an incense stick later that the two of them figured out what was going on.

It turned out that this disaster had already happened more than a year ago.

And this matter had a great relationship with them.

Not long after the two left, the captain of the Wuling Army found out about the village.

At first, the villagers cooperated in a play to conceal the fact that Mo Xun had killed Wuling Army.

But later, an informer named Yang appeared among the elders and told everything.

That night, the captain led people to burn down the entire village.

Even the clan leader died in the burning, killing and looting.

Afterwards, the Wuling Army took away the young men and women in the village, leaving only a group of old, weak and disabled people to fend for themselves.

Jiang Po's son and daughter-in-law were also captured afterwards.

Hearing this, Mo Xun's eyebrows were almost twisted into a ball. If this matter had nothing to do with him, it would be fine, but it happened to be caused by him.

Jiang Po looked at the two people in front of her, her eyes full of complexity.

She knew that the two people were not to blame for this matter, but it was ultimately caused by Mo Xun's recklessness at the time.

"Where is Grandpa Jiang?"

Jiang Po sighed lightly and looked back into the house.

The original house had long been burned down, and now there was only a thatched hut on the original site.

At this moment, a violent cough came from the house.

Jiang Po pulled Yun Niang and walked in tremblingly.

The hut was small, dark and damp, and the air was full of a strong smell of herbs.

The two children were lying on the table drinking porridge at this time. The bowls were clear and watery, with almost no rice grains.

On the bamboo bed next to them, lay the dying Jiang Laozhang.

The old man was covered with a thin quilt, and his breath was heavy. It was obvious that he would not live long.

"Grandpa Jiang!"

Yunniang stepped forward and saw Jiang Laozhang like this, and tears could not help flowing down again.

Jiang Laozhang slowly opened his turbid eyes, and after a long time, he asked weakly with a bit of surprise: "Is it Yunniang who is back?"

"I'm sorry..."

Yunniang choked and apologized, as if she felt that everything in front of her was caused by herself.

Mo Xun let out a long breath of turbid air, took out a pill and fed it to the old man's mouth, and at the same time used spiritual power to help it dissolve in his body.

With the chaotic turbid air, he no longer needed to use the blood array in the outside world at this moment.

As soon as the pill entered his mouth, Jiang Laozhang's originally strong breath immediately eased, and the sickness on his face also faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Amid Jiang Po's exclamation, Mo Xun turned and left the hut.

He looked at this paradise that was supposed to be peaceful and unrestrained, and his heart could not calm down for a long time.

Although all this was not his intention, it was all caused by him.

If he had not left at the beginning, or had directly attacked the Wuling Army's camp and taken everything, these innocent people would not have suffered this disaster.

He had never experienced such a thing before.

He did not expect that one day, so many people would suffer because of him.

He has always been a loner, not involved in the secular world, and not actively involved in cause and effect, just to keep his mind clear.

But in the end, his mood was still messy.

It seemed that it took a long time for Yunniang to explain it clearly to the two old people.

Since even a person born deaf and dumb can be cured, then a little cold is not so unacceptable.

"Mo, thank you!"

Mo Xun turned around and looked at the little girl's still wet eyes. He wanted to wipe them for her, but the arm in his sleeve never raised up.

"I caused this, so I should be the one to apologize!"

Mo Xun waved his hand to stop Yunniang from trying to excuse him.

"For Mr. Jiang's health, I can only do this."

Yunniang's heart sank, and she immediately had a bad feeling.

"What happened to Grandpa Jiang?"

Mo Xun sighed softly.

"The cold is just a symptom. The fundamental reason is that he has reached the end of his life and can no longer be saved."

Yunniang's face turned pale, and she was stunned for a long time before she murmured, "Is there really no way?"

Mo Xun was somewhat helpless.

If it had been a year or two earlier, he would have had some way to recuperate and keep fit, but now it was too late.

After all, he was just a cultivator, not a real immortal.

He could use the anti-aging pill to help the two old men restore some of their former looks, but he could not change their fate.

Unless...

Thinking of this, he casually said: "After this martial arts competition, there will be an opportunity to go to the Nine Peaks Blood Pool. I heard that there is a blood dragon fish there that can extend life by fifty years. Apart from this thing, I don’t have any better way."

Yun Niang was like grabbing a life-saving straw, and hurriedly asked: "Is it really possible?"

Mo Xun did not answer directly, but said: "I have never mentioned to you before that I am not from here, but from a place called Xiuxianjie. The magic I master now is also learned from outside. In Xiuxianjie, there are also some natural treasures that can prolong life, but each one is almost difficult to find, and it can even be said that it is endangered. So I dare not guarantee whether there is such a snow dragon fish here, and..."

Mo Xun was silent for a while, and then looked into her eyes.

"And this kind of thing, I originally went to find it for you."

Perhaps in other occasions, such words would move the little girl to a mess.

But at the moment, Yunniang was moved, but in addition to being moved, she was thinking about two other things.

One, of course, was Jiang Laozhang's illness.

This family had no blood relationship with her, but had always taken good care of her in the lonely years.

The other thing was whether the place Mo Xun mentioned was dangerous?

She looked a little embarrassed.

If this matter was just for herself, then even if she could live another hundred years, she would not want Mo Xun to take the risk.

Seeing her like this, Mo Xun smiled slightly.

"Don't worry, as long as he can hold on until I come back, I will do my best to save him."

But then, the smile on Mo Xun's mouth suddenly withdrew, and a chill emanated from his body.

"But before that, this account needs to be settled with some people first."

Mo Xun was unwilling to kill mortals unless it was absolutely necessary.

But then again, those Wuling soldiers were all practicing body cultivation, and they could no longer be classified as mortals without cultivation.