One Piece: God of War

Mo Wen's eyes were a little curious. Who built a psychedelic array on this mountain, and it was still within the scope of Wuhumen. Could it be someone from Wuhumen who did it.

"You'll know when you go in and take a look."

Out of curiosity, Mo Wen had the intention to break through the psychedelic array and walked into the sheltered place to see. People who can arrange psychedelic arrays are not simple people. Is there such a person in Wuhumen?

After inheriting Ji Wuya's inheritance, this basic psychedelic formation is naturally within reach.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, Mo Wen successfully broke through the psychedelic formation, parted the clouds and mist and saw the bright moon. The surrounding mountains and forests disappeared instantly, and a small mountain col appeared in front of him.

As soon as we appeared in the mountain col, a warm breeze hit our faces, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

“Spring all year round, a great place.”

A flash of admiration flashed in Mo Wen's eyes, and he saw hundreds of flowers blooming in the mountain col, and the fragrance was blooming, creating a strong feeling of spring. As soon as you see it, flowers cover the ground, and the sea of ​​flowers is connected. Bees are flying happily in the sea of ​​flowers.

It was winter at this time, the wind was freezing outside, and the ground was covered with frost. It was a complete contrast to this place.

In the middle of the sea of ​​flowers, there is a small wooden house. The wooden house is located on a huge ancient cypress tree and is quite exquisite.

"Who lives here?"

Mo Wen was a little curious. This place was obviously suitable for seclusion. Could it be that he had broken into the cave of an outsider?

The wooden house was still far away, but it was located on a tree, so Mo Wen could see it from a distance, but it was still some distance away.

He walked in the direction of the wooden house, passing through layers of flowers, and it took him more than ten minutes to reach the bottom of the ancient cypress tree. A gray-haired old man was lying on a lounge chair under the ancient cypress, holding a banana fan in his hand. Fan every now and then. Drive away insects and flies around.

"Old man, you are the owner of this place and broke in unintentionally, so please don't blame me." Mo Wen politely stepped forward to greet him. It was somewhat rude for him to intrude into someone else's retreat.

That was lying on the chair. The old man, who was very comfortable with his eyes closed, seemed to be startled by the sudden sound. He jumped up from his chair and dropped the banana fan in his hand to the ground.

"How did you get in?"

The white-haired old man stared at Mo Wen, looking up and down with surprise in his eyes.

"I entered this place accidentally." Mo Wen was also stunned by the reaction of the white-haired old man. When he walked over just now, he did not hide his aura. There were also subtle footsteps, but the old man didn't notice them.

It stands to reason that the people who can live here must be extraordinary. Not just anyone can set up the psychedelic array.

"Brother, you are lucky. You are the first person to enter my place accidentally."

The white-haired old man looked at Mo Wen thoughtfully, with a warning hidden in his eyes. Only the ghost who accidentally broke into the scene would believe his words.

Mo Wen also looked at the old man in surprise. He didn't look like an outsider. Moreover, Mo Wen didn't detect any aura of cultivation from him. How amazing his perception is, when this happens. Generally, there are only two possibilities. One is that the old man's cultivation level is too high, far beyond the range of his perception, so he can't see any clues. But for such people, their cultivation level is at least above the Yuan Shen realm.

Another way is that this old man is really just an ordinary person, without any cultivation level of the Thirteenth Master.

The emergence of the psychedelic array should logically belong to the former, an ordinary three-level martial arts sect. If he didn't have a deep study of the art of battle formation, he probably wouldn't be able to set up a psychedelic formation. If the psychedelic array was arranged by this old man himself, then it would not be surprising at all to say that he is Mo Wen, a cultivator in the Yuanshen realm.

But judging from the old man's demeanor. It seems that he doesn't want to.

Mo Wen, who was puzzled, couldn't care less about being polite, and released a stream of spiritual consciousness, covering the old man, and instantly penetrated his body.

If the old man was a cultivator in the realm of Yuanshen, he would definitely not let him detect it, but his consciousness scanned it without any hindrance.

"I see."

After a moment, a flash of understanding flashed in Mo Wen's eyes.

"Who the hell are you"

The white-haired old man looked at Mo Wen warily. He had just noticed a creepy feeling covering his whole body. Although he didn't know the cause, he could guess what the young man had done.

"I just broke into this place accidentally, and I have no ill intentions towards you." Mo Wen said with a smile.

"Oh, I must not be an ordinary person to be able to break into this place. But I am disappointed. This place is just a mountain col with a comfortable climate. There is nothing special about it. And I am just a person who is about to step into the coffin. Damn old man, there’s nothing valuable for you to dig out.”

The white-haired old man said calmly, no matter what the purpose of this young man's coming here, there is nothing of interest to him. He has nothing but his life.

"I'm not here to hunt for treasure. It doesn't matter what's inside, but I did find some interesting things." Mo Wen said with a smile. He really didn't have any purpose when he broke in here, he was just curious.

"If you like anything here, just take it. I'm an ordinary person with poor eyesight and can't see anything here that is worthy of my interest."

The white-haired old man was shaking the banana fan. He didn't have anything of value here, so he didn't understand what Mo Wen was interested in.

"The old man is joking, you are not an ordinary person, at least you have been brilliant before and now." Mo Wenruo looked at the white-haired old man with deep meaning.

"Who the hell are you?"

The white-haired old man's face changed drastically when he heard this, and he stood up from his chair again, staring at Mo Wen closely. Could it be that this person coming for him was his former enemy? But he had not left this valley for fifty years. At that time, this young man was probably not born yet.

"If I said that I only appeared here because of fate, would you believe it?" Mo asked.

"I don't believe it. I have lived in seclusion in the mountains for fifty years. I'm afraid there are not many people in the world who still remember me. You, a young man in your early twenties, can recognize me. I am very confused. Could it be that someone ordered you to come here? Since He knew where I was, why didn’t he come in person.”

Of course the white-haired old man didn't believe that someone who didn't know him could know his past.

"You're worrying too much. I don't know you, and I don't know who you are. I'm just passing by here."

Mo Wen shook his head and said calmly: "If I were your enemy, why should I hide the latest chapter of Immortal Master's Husband?"

"Then how do you know?" the white-haired old man said doubtfully. He is just an ordinary bad old man now, and there is really no need to beat around the bush with him.

"I only know that you were once brilliant and had the cultivation of the third level of Wuzong. Later, you were seriously injured and poisoned. Someone took advantage of it and destroyed your cultivation. I don't know anything else. "

Mo Wen really didn't know much about this old man and didn't know who he was. He just learned some things through the condition of the old man's body. He was the miraculous doctor who inherited Ji Wuya's inheritance, and he also possessed spiritual consciousness. Naturally, it was impossible to hide the old man's physical condition from him.

"Brother, you are really not simple. Who are you?"

The white-haired old man sighed. Mo Wen said this, and he somewhat believed it. Who is a person who can break through the psychedelic array and can see his physical condition at a glance?

"Don't be surprised, old man. I am a doctor, so I can see some things that others cannot." Mo Wen said with a smile.

"You know medical skills?" A glint flashed in the white-haired old man's eyes.

"Understood."

Mo Wenwen had always regarded himself as a miracle doctor, believing that there were few diseases in the world that he could not cure. But the more he came into contact with and the more he learned, the more he felt insignificant and humbled. Compared with a medical saint like Ji Wuya, he is just a drop in the ocean.

"Brother, come on, please sit down. I have the best honey flower tea here, with a unique recipe that you can never drink outside."

The white-haired old man immediately became attentive. He quickly moved a table and chairs from the wooden house and ran back and forth to make tea for Mo Wen. The old man had lived for many years and had developed a pair of sharp eyes. Naturally, he would not think that Mo Wen really only knew a little bit about medical skills. For an ordinary doctor to be able to break through his psychedelic formation and see his physical condition at a glance is simply a fantasy.

"Old man, your cultivation was perfect fifty years ago. If you had been treated at that time, it would not be difficult to recover. But now, fifty years later, your body functions have deteriorated and all your essence has been lost. It is almost impossible to recover. I’m afraid it won’t be easy.”

Mo Wen took a sip of the honey scented tea. As expected, it was fragrant and had a unique taste. He felt like drinking the scented tea in one gulp. The honey and flowers used to make the tea are probably unusual.

Being so attentive all of a sudden, he naturally knew what the old man meant, so he went straight to the point.

For a person whose cultivation has been depleted for fifty years, his body's adaptability to internal energy is no longer as good as it used to be. It is not easy to recover his cultivation again. Moreover, the old man's condition is not only a matter of his cultivation being abolished, but also the hidden wounds in his body. Those hidden wounds have been hidden for decades, and it is quite difficult to cure them.

"Recovery is not easy. That said, is it still possible to recover?"

A flash of excitement flashed in the eyes of the white-haired old man. He immediately grasped the meaning of Mo Wen's words. When his cultivation was exhausted fifty years ago, he traveled all over the world, looking for doctors everywhere, and finally got The result is the same, that is, it is impossible to recover. No matter how famous the miracle doctor is, or the medical sect with superb medical skills, they all say so.

After searching everywhere for medical treatment to no avail and being hunted by his enemies, he desperately retreated to the mountains and secluded himself for fifty years.

However, there was a sense of reluctance, regret, and unfair resentment in his heart that had not faded away even after fifty years. He dreams of restoring his cultivation, clearing his grievances, and killing his enemies with his own hands. But he knew painfully in his heart that it was impossible. See more Weixin official account: hhxs665