Lady Cultivator

Mo Tiange stepped on his cloud-stepping boots and looked down at the town below.

This is a very small town, with only a few streets and scattered stalls. There are not many people coming and going, most of them are farmers and civilians.

She scanned them one by one, looking for familiar traces.

That inn, that noodle stall, that tall tea flag beside the bridge at the entrance of the town...

It's like time has passed and returned to ninety years.

Following the trail out of the town, not too far away, we arrived at a small village.

At the east end of the village, there are a few houses scattered here and there, with the river meandering by and the smoke from the kitchens curling up.

This is just a small village under Liancheng of Jin State. There are only three to four hundred people in the whole village, which is very ordinary in the secular world.

But here, it meant something different to her.

This is her hometown. She was born and grew up here, and had a happy childhood under the care of her mother.

Ninety years have passed by like water, and I can't hold back the clouds of smoke between my fingers. The little girl back then is now a pill-forming monk, and the people back then have become a pile of withered bones and a pile of loess.

She saw the house with a small courtyard at the east end of the village. It was freshly painted, the roof tiles were bright, and there was a woman sweeping the courtyard - she naturally didn't recognize it.

After my mother passed away and she left, this house must have been given to some uncle, right? The house is still the same house, but the home in my memory can no longer be found.

She sighed softly and closed her eyes.

There is a difference between immortals and mortals, and she is too forgetful of love. She will no longer dwell on the past, but seeing the traces of her childhood, she still can't hide the faint sadness in her heart.

The ancestral hall still stands in the west of the village. Although there are signs of renovation, the walls are still very old. She moved forward and couldn't help but want to see if there was a small library with an old master who was serious in speech.

In that small library, she learned about such a world of cultivating immortals for the first time and embarked on such a path...

Seeing her entering the village, many villagers ran out of their houses and pointed, but they did not have the courage to step forward.

Her Taoist robe is not stained by dust, her features are picturesque, and her demeanor is graceful. She is like a banished immortal coming to the world, completely different from the villagers like them.

She walked along the village road,

After ninety years, the little girl who was thin and frail and no different from these villagers has turned into a graceful and elegant alchemy monk.

She pushed open the door of the ancestral hall.

This time, someone finally ran over in panic and tried to stop her: Girl, this is the ancestral hall of our Mo family. Women are not allowed to enter... Facing her, he couldn't even speak smoothly. It became a whisper.

I just came back to take a look. She said softly, stepping into the threshold of the lobby.

Women were not allowed to enter this lobby. She only entered it once, but it changed her life's destiny.

Under the invisible pressure of the monk Jiedan, the person who stopped her never dared to step forward. He watched her step forward, watched her stand in front of the ancestral tablets, and watched her stretch out her hand to touch one of the tablets.

Although women cannot enter the ancestral hall, the mother has a son-in-law, and the memorial tablet after her death is still enshrined in the ancestral hall.

At that time, she had not confirmed her father's death, so she only had a lonely memorial tablet for her mother, and no one had paid homage to her in recent years.

Mom, are you feeling lonely here alone? My daughter will take you away and be buried with your father, okay?

She thought silently in her mind, smiled, waved her sleeves gently, and the dust on the tablet disappeared, and then put the tablet into the Qiankun bag.

Girl! The man was shocked, You...

Don't panic, she turned her head and smiled at the man, I am a descendant of the Mo family. This is the spirit of my mother. I came here to collect it today.

Hearing this, the man was stunned for a moment and was speechless: You...

This is a young man in his fifties or sixties. He thinks he has met all the children in the village, but this woman in front of him is a complete stranger. Is this fairy-like girl a descendant of the Mo family?

Mo Tiange turned back and looked at the highest position.

For the position of Mo Yaoqing, there are only these five words on the jade plaque without any title. However, ancestors are not a mortal matter. I am afraid that none of today’s descendants will know about it, right? But I don’t know what the mystery is on this tablet...

She pondered for a moment, then raised her hand slightly, and the jade token flew out of thin air and fell into her hand.

Seeing this scene, the little old man who originally blocked her was shocked: You...you...girl, are you an immortal?

Mo Tiange paused and looked sideways: How do you know?

The little old man looked at the place where she had taken the tablet, and was suddenly shocked: You are, you are...

Mo Tiange frowned slightly: Do you know who I am?

The little old man took a breath and suddenly knelt down and kowtowed: Mo Yijia has met the second aunt.

Second aunt? This title made Mo Tiange feel dazed for a moment. Thinking about it carefully, she was indeed ranked second among the girls of her generation in the clan. Tianqiao was the eldest granddaughter and she was the second granddaughter.

She smiled slightly: It's been ninety years, I didn't expect anyone to remember me.

The little old man raised his head and looked at her in awe, and said: Second aunt was taken away by the immortal, which is something that our whole village knows. Second aunt, please wait here, I, I will go and ask for the uncle.

Grand uncle? Before Mo Tiange had a chance to ask, the little old man stood up tremblingly and ran out in a hurry.

According to the little old man's title, she should be two generations older than him, and the uncle is also called two generations older. Are there any Mo family members of her generation still alive?

Mo Tiange found it a bit unbelievable, but after a while, she would know the answer. Smiling, she looked down at Mo Yaoqing's tablet.

This tablet was made of jade, and it was jade with spiritual energy. She was still young when she left Mojiacun, so she didn't know what to look for, and she didn't feel that there was a small restriction here.

This restriction is very delicate. If she hadn't been very proficient in the formation and had read Mo Yaoqing's notes, it would be difficult for her to see through it at a glance, and she would just think it was an ordinary piece of jade with spiritual energy.

She smiled slightly, gathered spiritual energy between her fingers, and probed into the jade tablet.

The hard jade tablet was like mist. She pinched out a jade slip from it, and the jade tablet was intact.

After taking out the jade slip, most of the spiritual energy on the tablet had dissipated. Mo Tiange raised his hand and put Mo Yaoqing's tablet back to its original place, and put the jade slip into his Qiankun bag.

More and more people gathered at the entrance of the ancestral hall. These villagers of Mojia Village saw a woman entering the ancestral hall for the first time. Mo Yijia, who was guarding the ancestral hall, not only did not stop her, but kowtowed to her. They surrounded the gate of the ancestral hall, pointed at Mo Tiange and whispered her identity, but did not dare to come in.

Great grandpa, great grandpa is here. There was a commotion in the crowd.

Uncle, Mo Yijia's excited voice came, here, my second aunt is right here.

The crowd was pushed aside, and a shaky old man with chicken skin and red hair who could hardly walk was helped in. Seeing him approaching, everyone stepped aside respectfully.

The old man raised his head and stared at Mo Tiange with his turbid eyes for a long time. He looked shocked and approached tremblingly: Tiange... are you Tiange?

There is no trace in my memory, but the old man in front of me overlaps with the grandfather in my mind.

Mo Tiange looked at the dying old man in front of him and said softly: Are you... Tianjun?

The old man's muddy tears fell down: You are finally back...

Mo Tiange took a deep breath. Tianjun...is two years older than her? She is ninety-eight now, Tianjun should be a hundred years old, but he is still alive?

Tianjun, are you okay? Looking at the old man in front of him who couldn't even walk, Mo Tiange sighed. This time he returned to the world, he really didn't expect to meet an acquaintance in ninety years. In the past, the world has gone through great changes.

I'm... very good, live to be a hundred years old, very good... very good... Mo Tianjun trembled and wiped his tears, As people get older, they just... get excited easily.

Back then, when they were still children, he always liked to bully his sister and pull her pigtails. Later, when I grew up, I realized that I should also care more about this sister. But not long after, she left and never came back.

Now he is old and has one foot in the coffin, but she is finally back, but she is still young.

He wiped away his tears and suddenly remembered something and said, By the way, Tianqiao... Tianqiao also went to your world, did you know...

Mo Tiange's eyes dimmed. Tianqiao's death was the regret of her life.

I met her before... she said softly, but she has passed away.

Really? Mo Tianjun sighed, but he didn't feel very sad. He had lived for a long time and had seen many life and death. He was used to the death of his relatives around him. Not to mention his parents and brothers, even his own children were deceased. , and his grandchildren are starting to grow old... He doesn't know how he has lived for so long. Tianqiao is not an immortal. I have already guessed that she has probably passed away...

Mo Tiange didn't explain. It's okay to let him think this way. He is already so old and has already been mentally prepared. Why make him sad again?

Tiange, you...you are already an immortal, right?

Mo Tiange smiled slightly: Yes, I have successfully cultivated Taoism and have the power of an immortal.

Hearing this, before Mo Tianjun could speak, the young man who had been supporting him suddenly knelt down and said, Great-aunt, since you are already a god, please save my great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather...

Halfway through the young man's words, Mo Tiange raised his hand and stopped what he said next: You don't need to say more. Your great-grandfather is a mortal. It is God's mercy to live to be a hundred years old. I can keep him healthy, but His cycle of life and death cannot be changed.”

Great aunt...

Xin'er! Mo Tianjun shouted. Although he was old and his voice was hoarse, he still had authority. The young man immediately did not dare to speak anymore.

Mo Tianjun looked at Mo Tiange and said: People are born, old, sick and die. I have lived for so long and I am satisfied, but these descendants of the Mo family... Tiange, I know what kind of spiritual roots you want as immortal cultivators. Only with spiritual roots can we have the opportunity to cultivate immortality. Today I am shamelessly begging you, if our descendants of the Mo family have this spiritual root, please give them some opportunities.

People tend to speak slowly as they get older. Mo Tianjun was tired after speaking for such a long time, so the young man quickly stood up and supported him.

Mo Tiange glanced at the young man and smiled slightly: Well, I am also a descendant of the Mo family, so I should do my best. But whether there is immortal fate or not is not something I can decide. Today, all descendants of the Mo family will Anyone can come here and try to see if he has a chance to be immortal. If so, I will take him to the path of immortality. If not, then stop thinking about it.) Book friends, please pay attention!