Jiuhua Xianzong

In Icewind Valley, the cold wind is piercing all day long, surrounded by high peaks, and the ground is covered with three feet of snow. The sun can only shine in at noon every day. However, the time is short and the snow cannot be melted. After a long time, the snow is frozen. out of ice.

It was noon at this time, the sun was shining directly overhead, and the icy ground reflected a little bit of golden light, which was extremely magnificent.What is even more beautiful is the jade heart lotus with yellow stamens blooming on the ice ground. The white petals seem to be dyed with a little bit of golden awn.

This is a kind of elixir. It can only grow in a thousand-year-old cold place. The growth period is very short. It takes root every year, leaves grow every year, and blooms every year. Therefore, it will mature every three years, and the flowering period is between July and August. , Every two months is the busiest time for Mobule.

He must collect [-] lotus with yellow pistils and [-] kilograms of lotus seeds and hand them over to Qingyang Mountain within two months. At the same time, he must plant the same number of lotus seeds, which will be matured and picked again in three years.

For ordinary foundation-building monks, this should be an easy task, but for Mo Bule now, he can't afford it. The reason is simple. His lifespan is approaching, as early as more than a month ago. A few days ago, he had a vague feeling that the true energy in his body began to dissipate uncontrollably, and the speed was getting faster and faster. In just over a month, his cultivation had dropped straight from the initial stage of foundation establishment. Only those who have cultivated the seventh level of Qi training.

When the true essence dissipated, his body would rapidly age and decay, turning into a wisp of dust in Icewind Dale.

The snow in Icewind Valley has been accumulated for thousands of years, and it is extremely cold. When he was still in the early stage of foundation establishment, he could barely resist one or two, so he also suffered from the icy cold for 170 years. The wind blew on his body. Like countless thin flying knives, they won't really cut through the flesh and blood, but the chill hidden in the wind will seep into his body all the time.

However, he had to bear this pain, because his internal organs, meridians and blood vessels were full of fire poison, and the fire poison burned his spiritual roots, making his cultivation stay at the initial stage of foundation establishment, and he would never be able to go any further. It made him suffer from the burning pain of fire poison day and night. This fire poison not only burned his internal organs, but also hurt his soul. Only the millennium cold air in Icewind Valley can barely suppress the fire poison, otherwise he would have died sooner or later. More than 100 years ago, he had already died under the poison of fire.

Although his life was not long, and even though the loss of cultivation made the pain brought by the cold wind more severe, Mo Bule didn't have too much emotional ups and downs, he didn't cry out in pain, and he wasn't so desperate that he forgot his responsibility.

Qingyang Mountain provided him with a place to drool, and in return, he provided Qingyang Mountain with a thousand mature yellow-ruined jade heart lotus and three hundred kilograms of lotus seeds every year. As long as he is not dead, he will not break his promise.

After being busy for half a day in the cold wind, I only picked more than ten yellow-pissed jade-heart lotus and two catties of lotus seeds. This efficiency is more than double that of the past.

At noon, Mo Bule sat at the mouth of the valley, enjoying the magnificent scenery of Icewind Dale in the sun while resting.

After seeing such a beautiful scenery for more than 100 years, it would have been tiresome for someone else, but he looked at it greedily, because, in the near future, he would never have the opportunity to appreciate such a beautiful scenery.

sad?

despair?

anger?

No, after more than 100 years of struggling to survive, these negative emotions have already been burned away by fire poison. His eyes can only see the beauty of this world. cold.

The only thing left is reconciliation, not finding a way to get rid of the fire poison, not being able to reach the end of the long journey, not finding the enemy who caused him to be poisoned by the fire, he is really not reconciled.

It was this strong unwillingness that supported him to struggle until today in the pain of the two heavens of ice and fire. Now, even this strong unwillingness has been wiped out to the point where only a little bit remains.

Looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him, even the last bit of unwillingness seems to be far away from him, and his lifespan is nearing the end. Instead of leaving this beautiful world with unwillingness, it is better to remember the beautiful scenery in front of him, and hope that the next life may be like this Such a beautiful scene.Therefore, he wanted to die with a smile instead of a death with hatred.

But the chill in the wind was too deep and heavy, freezing his facial features, even if he wanted to smile, it was extremely difficult.He lowered his head and looked at his body, he saw a little bit of aura continuously dissipating, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. After he accidentally fainted once a few days ago, the speed at which these auras dissipated seemed to have slowed down a lot. The burning sensation also seems to have subsided somewhat.

Maybe, it's a flashback.

"This shitty place...it's so cold..."

The elder deacon wandered inside and outside of the medicine peak for three days, and finally learned from a disciple who was in charge of counting the medicinal materials that Mobule was stationed in a place that no one would go to in Icewind Valley. When talking about Mobule, the disciple A look of admiration.He has been a beginner for ten years, and he watched Mobule stay in Icewind Dale for ten years. Others can't even stay in that crappy place for a quarter of an hour. Those with a slightly lower cultivation base may become tired after staying in it for a long time. Frozen sticks.

Even the elder deacon, with a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation base, was turned upside down by the cold wind here when he first arrived in Icewind Valley, and almost fell from mid-air.He hurriedly stabilized his body, glanced condescendingly into the valley, and saw a person sitting on a jagged boulder at the entrance of the valley, whose appearance could not be seen clearly from a distance.

"Excuse me, but Mobule, Master Mo?"

The deacon elder hurriedly flew over, landed on the side of the boulder, and asked softly.Although Mo Bule was exiled by the Medicine King Sect and his cultivation was not as good as him, he was a disciple of the Shang Sect after all. When he came to Qingyang Mountain, the deacon elder hadn't started yet, and now he doesn't know what he has to do with the Jiuhua Immortal Sect, so The elder deacon politely called his uncle.

"It's Mo Mou." Mo Bule looked at the deacon order hanging on the elder deacon's waist, and immediately understood the identity of the person who came, stood up slowly, and said with cupped hands, "I don't know why the elder deacon came here?"

The elder deacon saw a little bit of spiritual light, like starlight, fine as sand, continuously radiating from Mo Bule's body, and his expression changed immediately.He has seen this kind of situation. Every monk whose lifespan is approaching, when the deadline comes, the true essence in the body will re-transform into the aura between heaven and earth.

"Uncle Mo, you... your time has come!"

It's bad, it's bad, looking at the situation, Mo Bule's lifespan is at most more than a month left, how can this catch up with the 10-year celebration of Jiuhua Xianzong, the face of the deacon elder turned green in an instant.

"On the road to longevity, there are countless halberd-breaking people like the sands of the Ganges River. It is not surprising that Mo Mou is just one grain of sand."

Mo Bule's tone was light, and there was great terror between life and death. He had struggled in this great terror for 170 years, not to mention seeing through life and death, at least he didn't feel the terror.On the contrary, I think the face of the deacon elder is very funny, as if the person who is about to die is not him, but the deacon elder's own mother, Lao Tzu.

These words were casual, as if seeing a flower that was about to wither, inadvertently, indifferent, as it should be, as it should be, and the elder deacon looked at him in a daze.

This disciple of the Shangzong in front of him is not as proud and full of superiority as the other disciples of the Shangzong he has seen. His whole body is filled with a rotten aura of dying, perhaps because he was waiting in Icewind Valley. After a long time, on the exposed skin, there are pieces of frozen dead skin, the flesh and blood are exhausted, and the muscles and bones are exposed. It looks more like a mummy than a person.

But such a terrifying appearance does not make people feel frightened. It is not because the elder deacon is brave, but because Mo Bule has an indescribably peaceful aura. Even the biting cold wind is blowing close to his body. When you are around, you will become soft and slow down.

Of course, this is just an illusion, because Mo Bule's peaceful breath dilutes the fierceness in the wind, and it's not really gentle.And it was this kind of aura that made him look not scary at all, and even had a kind of attraction that made people want to get close.

Seeing it for a while, the elder deacon forgot to speak, and just stared blankly.

Mo Bule frowned. He had been alone in Icewind Dale for more than 100 years, and he was used to loneliness. He was unavoidably uncomfortable being stared at suddenly, but his face was frozen. Can't feel it either.

"Elder Deacon, why are you here?"

He won't live long, so if you have anything to say, say it quickly.

Only then did the deacon and elder regain his senses, his old face was embarrassing, and he asked after a while: "I don't know what is the relationship between Uncle Mo and Jiuhua Immortal Sect?"

Don't you be surprised, Jiuhua Xianzong?After thinking for a while, he said: "My master is an inner disciple sent by Jiuhua Xianzong to Yaowangzong."