The power of self-cultivation is in the interstellar

The air was filled with the faint smell of disinfectant. Occasionally, there were doctors, nurses and patients walking back and forth on the white-walled corridor, and some people stopped and talked in a low voice, not noisy.

A vicissitudes old man carrying an insulated box walked on the promenade. He had gray hair on both sides, loose and old skin, and some cloudy eyes that looked a little tired, but his steps were still steady.

The old man came to Room 305 of the general ward, knocked on the door, but after listening for a long time, there was no response, he hesitated, and pushed his foot lightly to enter.

On the hospital bed, a pale young man was lying there with empty eyes, his head and cheeks were wrapped in gauze, which still did not affect his handsomeness.

"Xiu'er, are you awake?" The old man walked over excitedly, raised the big thermos bottle in his hand, "I made you your favorite soup, drink some when you wake up."

The old man's words brought the young man back to his senses, he turned his head to look at the person coming, his handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, and his thin lips sarcastically said, "You don't need to pretend to be kind!" As soon as the words came out, the young man scratched his hair impatiently.

The old man's eyes darkened, and then he forced a smile and said: "You haven't eaten for a day and two nights, you must be hungry, I also cooked some porridge, you haven't tasted my cooking for a long time, when you get better, I will give you You make a big meal, make sure you eat it like before and still want to eat it.”

The young man opened his mouth, and then quickly closed his mouth tightly, frowning.

"Xiu'er..." The old man sighed softly, "From now on, don't stay there anymore, okay? Let's go home."

"Home? Where's the home? Do I have a home? You don't need to worry about my affairs!" The boy said angrily, and then he plucked his hair irritably, "Go out, I don't want to see you."

"Xiuer..."

"go out!"

"Okay, I'll go out, don't get excited."

"I'll put the thermos here, you can drink it while it's hot..." The old man left with a sad face and bowed his head.

It wasn't until the door was closed and the figure of the old man disappeared that the young man's vigor calmed down, his eyes slowly turned peaceful, and then turned into the deep indifference after Qian Fan had read everything.

Mu Xiu, or should be called Immortal Lord Langya.

He was very talented since he was a child, and was accepted as an apprentice by casual cultivators.

However, he is lazy by nature and doesn't like disputes. Rather than killing people to seize treasures and grab opportunities, he prefers to hide in the cave and read various books. If it wasn't for a master who likes to cause trouble, he would always be angered, hunted down, killed, and killed. Even if the treasure was taken away, he would not try his best to make himself stronger. In just 1000 years, he became a great power in the cultivation world, and he was known as the Immortal Lord Langya.

From then on, troubles never dared to find him again, and Langya could finally live a leisurely life in the cave with peace of mind.

But the good times don't last long, the world of self-cultivation has a catastrophe that destroys the world, Langya, as one of them, naturally cannot avoid it.

Later, he passed away and died, and by chance, his soul found a glimmer of life, passed through the gap in time and space, and entered the body of this child named Mu Xiu.

Mu Xiu was thrown at the gate of the orphanage just a few days after he was born, and was picked up by the head of the orphanage, and then grew up in the orphanage.

And the old man just now is the director of the orphanage. As for why he treated him so badly, it was not because of Mu Xiu's perverse and arrogant nature.

Thinking of that incident, his heart hurts so badly that he can't breathe, Langya frowned and pressed his chest to relieve the pain, he forced his mind not to think about it, and waited for the pain to subside.

Mu Xiu later left the orphanage and has been living in that brightly lit, violent and bloody area. It was there that he was injured. He was accidentally stabbed in a fight with more than 20 people and bled profusely. The fatal wound was in the head. .

Langya managed to pass through the rift in time and space, and his soul, which was about to dissipate at any time, happened to enter Mu Xiu who had just died.

He nourished his body with what little soul power he had left, then fell into a deep sleep, and when he woke up again, he was in the hospital.

And the old man who hadn't seen him for two years appeared here, probably because in his profile information, the old man was his guardian.

Langya's soul is still very weak, and most of the time it is the instinctive emotions of the body that dominate, that's why the scene just happened.

He was reborn in Mu Xiu's body, and he owed karma. From then on, he was Mu Xiu.

There are only bits and pieces of memory left in the body, there is no aura here, and all kinds of magic methods in the cultivation world cannot be used here. The once powerful is now just a mortal.

I don't know how the master is, he is such a powerful cultivator... I hope he can protect himself.

However, Master, who has been in the cultivation world for thousands of years and has made countless practitioners hate him so much that he is still helpless, shouldn't need him to worry so much...

Grumble!When Mu Xiu heard the sudden and strange voice, it took him a while to react. He rubbed his stomach, feeling a little surprised.

Is this what it feels like to be hungry?

The big guy who has been bigu for thousands of years suddenly felt very strange.

He should be eating.

Looking at the thermos bottle on the cabinet next to him, Mu Xiu was suddenly short of breath, and had adverse reactions all over his body.

Mu Xiu looked away, and when he saw people and things related to the past, his body reacted so strongly, it was really...

In the eyes of the big brother, what the original body experienced is nothing. It is the brothers who grew up together. For the sake of that brother, what my sister treated him like, beat him up and splashed dirty water on him.

The old dean knew the truth, but the palms and backs of his hands were full of flesh, and it was uncomfortable to help anyone. Later, he chose to remain silent, but he always felt guilty towards the original body.

But in Yuanshen's view, all the people he cared about betrayed him and could not be forgiven, so he left the orphanage.

Following the piecemeal common sense memory and pressing the call bell, Mu Xiu asked the nurse to bring him food.

The taste of the patient's set meal was faint and weird, and Mu Xiu couldn't get used to it for a while, but compared to the strange taste of being hungry, he could barely eat it.

After more than ten days of recuperation, his young body recovered quickly. Except for the stab wound on his abdomen, other large and small injuries were healed.

During this period, Mu Xiu completely fused the memory of the original body and completely controlled the body.

Mu Xiu changed into the suit of clothes that had already been washed. The hole in the clothes had already been connected, and there was no trace of the meticulous needlework unless you looked carefully.

Looking at the current self in the mirror, with blond hair, tall and thin figure, his face is still a little pale, but the eyebrows are somewhat similar to the former self.

Mu Xiu touched his face, this is also a kind of fate.

Mu Xiu went to the front desk of the hospital to settle the medical expenses, and his every move was familiar and natural. Others couldn't see that this person's core had been replaced with an old antique.

When leaving the hospital, Mu Xiu saw the old dean again, and he avoided it.

He owed the original body karma and will seek justice for him, but not now.

Mu Xiu bowed his head and walked away quickly.

The hospital is not very far from where he lives. After walking back for more than an hour, Mu Xiu must have reacquainted himself with the world.

Standing on the cold and dilapidated street, pedestrians are invisible, dilapidated buildings on both sides, rusty railings, all kinds of garbage can be seen everywhere on the dilapidated street, occasional cans rolling, and the faint smell of turbidity in the air. Mu Xiu couldn't help but frown upon everything he heard. It's really hard for Yuan to live here for two years.

I have always known that no matter where, there are two extremes, extremely rich and extremely poor. I have never seen the richest place in the world, but I have seen and experienced the poorest place.

Mu Xiu took a few steps and walked in along the path he remembered.

This is an area far away from the city center in the most remote city in the safety zone. Most people will not set foot here, and there are not even a few passenger cars.

Only at night will it be lively. During the day, most residents stay at home to catch up on sleep, only wandering in twos and threes.

Even the sun is not warm in this place.

Turning into the narrow alley, he saw four punks sitting in a circle in the alley, smoking and playing cards, and Mu Xiu kept walking.

The little gangster who was staring at the card inadvertently saw Mu Xiu, and the smoke in his mouth dropped instantly.

He hurriedly tugged at his companion, and the two gangsters who were sitting sideways turned their faces, and tugged at the companion who was facing away in the same panic.

"Mu... Mu Xiu!"

"Cheating ghosts!" the yellow-haired gangster said in a rough voice, "I will win immediately, you don't want to play tricks! You want to deceive me with such a lame lie? Who doesn't know that little devil Mu Xiu is dead ?”

Huang Mao stared at the three companions with sharp eyes, beware of their cheating, pushed the game, he managed to catch a good hand of cards!

The gangster with an increasingly terrified expression scrambled to hide, Huang Mao was taken aback by their actions, if they lied to him, then the acting was too real, right?

Huang Mao's scalp tingled for a while, is that little devil Mu Xiu really back?No, didn't you mean he was dead?

Huang Mao froze his head and turned his head, and saw the terrifying scene in his eyes that seemed to be the approach of death. The next moment, he followed the footsteps of his companions and hid aside, clinging to the wall, for fear of blocking the way of little devil Mu.

Mu Xiu passed through the alley that was very smooth in an instant, but he ignored these startled punks.

The original body is well-known, and he is absolutely desperate in fights. Anyone who has seen him below the middle level basically hides whenever he can. The last time he was stabbed was because he had just finished a one-to-many fight and hadn't slowed down yet. After a while, he was besieged by another group of people and lost his life.

The four hooligans, holding their breath, let out an exaggerated sigh of relief when someone passed by them and gradually walked away. Then they looked at each other, and they all leaned against the wall, slipped away quickly, and disappeared into the alley.

Mu Xiu looked back, and then continued walking towards the destination indifferently.

After returning to the small room where Mu Xiu lived for two years, although the outside environment was a little bit bad, the inside of the house was still tidy. Mu Xiu lay on the small bed and began to sort out his thoughts.

After solving all the troubles left by Mu Xiu, he can live with peace of mind.

For Mu Xiu, these things are just minor incidents. Compared with the cultivation world, it is already very peaceful and stable.

He doesn't have much attachment to longevity. Since there is no aura here to cultivate, and this body itself doesn't have this talent, then he doesn't force it.

I have lived for so long, I have seen so many joys and sorrows, I am tired of being a passerby of so many people and things, and I can live for more than a hundred years in this life if there is no accident, what is there to be dissatisfied with?

Looking back at his current situation, Mu Xiu suddenly felt that Heaven really favored him, allowing him to come to such a stable and peaceful place to retire?

Mu Xiu lay down for a long time, and his stomach made a familiar sound again.

He lamented how fragile a mortal body is, and got up to go out to look for food.

It was nightfall at this time, Mu Xiu did not go too far, followed his memory to find a small noodle shop outside the alley, and ordered a big bowl of noodles.

The noodles came out quickly, with a simple scallion on top, no meat, Langya stirred it up, took a bite, and immediately frowned, swallowing it with difficulty.

The noodle soup here is quite delicious in my memory, why is it so hard to eat when I come here?

Has the soul changed and the taste has become picky?

Mu Xiu didn't take a bite, when a few men with fierce faces came in from outside the door, suddenly saw Mu Xiu, one of them grinned, and went straight to kick over the table in front of Mu Xiu.