Cultivating immortals is a hard job

"Is this where you recuperated?"

The flying car was hidden in the clouds. Gu Qingqing looked at the quiet bamboo house built in the mountain stream and surrounded by the stream below, with curiosity in his eyes.

Mo Xun was a little surprised!

The place is still the same place, and the courtyard is still the same courtyard.

But the question is that after so many years, how come this remote house has not changed much?

If there is any difference, it is probably that there are more fences and two small bamboo houses.

And the house has a strong smell of fireworks, which shows that someone is living there.

Could it be that the grandparents and grandchildren are still alive?

Oh, he suddenly remembered that he gave the young man a practice method before leaving. Maybe this person has achieved success in cultivation now!

"I'll go down and take a look. You wait here for a while?"

After saying that, he disappeared in a flash of light. When he appeared again, he had landed in the fence wall.

It seems that neither Gu Qingqing nor Luo Xi listened to him, and they followed him the next moment.

Mo Xun didn't say anything about this, but just stood there quietly, looking at everything familiar in the courtyard.

Not far away was a gurgling stream, mixed with the sound of birds singing.

There was no one in the house, which he had noticed while flying.

But the well-organized courtyard and neat houses all showed that someone had been here all year round.

The house should have been renovated. Even the best bamboo could not last for nearly two hundred years.

It was just a change of materials, but the original structure was not touched.

He first took a long breath, and then slowly walked in.

As soon as they entered the central hall, a painting hanging on the wall attracted the attention of the three people.

This is a portrait!

The person in the painting is a man. Although he is not handsome, he has a faint sense of transcendence.

The man has a faint smile on his lips, one hand in front, one hand behind his back, just looking up and staring.

From the perspective of painting skills, it is a bit rough.

The painting paper was slightly yellowed, and it seemed to be a bit old.

Gu Qingqing and Luo Xi first looked at the portrait, and then their eyes fell on Mo Xun.

Because the person in the painting was 60% similar to Mo Xun.

There was no word on the scroll, and there was an incense table in front of it, with an incense burner for offering, but the fragrant tea inside had long been burned out.

Mo Xun seemed to have guessed something out of curiosity, and smiled slightly.

He tried to recall it, and finally remembered the name of the young man at the time.

At this moment, there was a noise outside the house, followed by a rustling sound.

The three came out of the house and saw that the man who suddenly broke in was a man in his twenties, wearing a short shirt, and the skin exposed outside was extremely dark.

The young man seemed to have gone hunting, with a bow and arrow on his back and a roe deer in his hand.

"Who are you?"

When the man noticed Mo Xun and the other two, he immediately put on a defensive posture.

At the same time, one hand had already touched the dagger at his waist.

After seeing the man's appearance clearly, Mo Xun had already frowned slightly.

"Are you the owner of this place?"

The young man's face was obviously also a little surprised, or unbelievable.

"Yes, who are you?"

Mo Xun immediately noticed the change in the other party's expression, and nodded thoughtfully.

"Who is Sun Lu to you?"

When the young man heard this name, he was stunned.

"You are..."

Seeing that Mo Xun did not answer, but just stood there quietly with a smile in his eyes, after a long time, the young man still asked in disbelief: "Are you really him?"

Mo Xun nodded gently.

Then, there was a sound of a dagger falling to the ground.

The young man knelt down in response.

"Sun Ku... meet the master!"

...

After a conversation, Mo Xun finally understood that the current owner of the courtyard was still surnamed Sun.

And counting from the original Sun Lu, he was already the seventh generation of descendants.

At that time, he could only be regarded as a gift of books to Sun Lu, and he did not teach him.

However, since Sun Lu began to practice, he regarded him as a master of his skills, so he enshrined a portrait in the house.

Sun Lu originally learned the art for revenge.

After practicing to the peak of Qi Refining, he had killed his former enemy.

But perhaps because of limited qualifications, he never entered the foundation building stage in his life.

His descendants passed down the skills and left a will, saying that those with spiritual roots should learn it, and those without spiritual roots should pass it on to the younger generation.

But no matter who it is, they must regard the person in the painting as the master.

If you meet this person one day, you must pay respect to him as the master.

Mo Xun couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion when he heard the cause and effect.

He had given away many treasures along the way, but it was rare for someone to be so grateful.

Mo Xun smiled and nodded.

"I can barely accept the title of ancestor!"

Sun Ku's heart was still surging.

He kept secretly looking around Mo Xun, his eyes full of curiosity, but he didn't dare to be too presumptuous.

One hundred and eighty years!

He actually met someone who lived at the same time as his ancestors. How could he remain calm?

If the young man in front of him was not a god, then what was he?

Mo Xun had a faint smile on his face.

If he gave the book just to repay his gratitude, he was really moved by this family tradition now.

It may be okay to keep him enshrined for two or three generations, but it is not so easy to persist for seven generations.

In the Bamboo House...

"Why don't you practice?"

Sun Ku sighed softly.

"To be honest with my ancestor, I have been practicing under the teachings of my father since I was a child, but I have never been able to induce the Qi into the body according to the teachings. After practicing for a few years, I naturally gave up. The same is true for my grandfather and my father. Come to think of it, It should be because he has no spiritual roots.”

Mo Xun was slightly startled and immediately understood what was going on.

Where is there no spiritual root in Sun Ku's body?

It's just that the spiritual root attributes are inconsistent with the skills he gave him back then!

It seems that everything depends on chance.

"Who else is in your family?"

Sun Ku quickly lowered his hands and replied: "I'm the only one left!"

Mo Xun nodded lightly.

"I'm just passing by here this time, and I don't plan to stay for a long time. Now I'll give you two choices. Either I will give you another volume of suitable exercises and pills. You can practice here alone, or you can practice with me. When I leave, I will accept you as my direct disciple!"

After thinking about it for a short time, Mo Xun became interested in talents.

He cherishes old feelings very much, so he appreciates people who know how to be grateful the most.

Hearing these words, Sun Ku felt happy at first, and then quickly knelt down.

"Thanks to the great kindness of the ancestor, Sun Ku is willing to learn the art from the ancestor."

As long as they are not fools, how many people would refuse such a temptation?

Mo Xun nodded with satisfaction.

Since coming to Xihezhou, this is the fourth disciple he has accepted.

Although they had only known each other for a moment, he liked this person from the bottom of his heart.

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