On Xiaoyao Peak, Ye Hangzhou got the antidote and finally got rid of the danger to his life. He no longer had to endure the great pain of forced detoxification every day.
However, his broken limbs still needed to be treated with magic before they could slowly recover. This active young man still had to stay in bed for a while.
The brothers and sisters who had returned from the divine realm sat around his bed. Seeing that he was fine, they were all in high spirits and talked about the thrilling battles and various interesting things on the divine road.
Su Xingting was very happy: "Hearing what you said, the trip to the temple was quite fruitful. Apart from other things, everyone's character has made some breakthroughs after this trip, which is really rare and precious, and it makes me happy."
Ye Hangzhou sat at the head of the bed, not saying a single unnecessary word, but just drinking the cuttlefish bone soup that his senior sister Miao Honger brought him. The hot soup mist blurred his brows.
"By the way, Senior Brother Ye, this is for you."
Mu Xue remembered something and took out a wooden box containing medicinal herbs from her bag and handed it to him.
Ye Hangzhou took it with one hand and opened the box. Inside the box, there lay a unique spiritual plant with branches and leaves as green as jade and a peanut-sized golden fruit on the top. The fruit shone brightly and vaguely looked like a sleeping baby.
"Tianying grass?" Su Xingting was a little surprised when he saw it. "This is the main ingredient for refining the Dragon Tiger Pill. It is very rare. Where did Xiaoxue get it from?"
The Dragon-Tiger Pill is a secret medicine that can help with cultivation when striving for the golden elixir by removing the ore and retaining the gold in the later stages of foundation building.
This medicine is very precious and has always been hard to find in the medicine market. This is because the main ingredient of refining the Dragon Tiger Pill, Tianying Grass, is rare and difficult to find.
No matter how rare it is, it is just a spiritual plant, but some people feel they can give up their humanity for it.
Ye Hangzhou looked at the golden fruit, not knowing what to feel.
In the Shinto, just for this magical herb, Lu Hongyi, a friend of many years, ruthlessly pushed himself into the nest of the poisonous insect Hongyao.
"Lü Hongyi is dead, killed by Hongyao's poison. This is probably what he felt guilty about before he died, so he wants to repay you. Just keep it." Miao Honger finished what Mu Xue was going to say, "Be more alert when you go out in the future, and don't be so naive and trust others so easily."
During the trip to the Divine Realm, Fu Yun, Miao Honger and Mu Xue all had breakthroughs and sudden realizations in their cultivation of mind and character. After returning to the mountain, they each devoted themselves to cultivation and comprehension of their realms.
However, within a short period of time after Mu Xue became a disciple, he opened the Huangting ancestral acupoint, practiced the Xingting skills, and got to know the secret realm of dragon and tiger.
Originally, he was considered to be a very intelligent person, and his progress was very fast. But unfortunately, he didn't know what went wrong. After returning to the mountain, no matter how he tried to calm his mind and thoughts, the water tiger in the Huangting was still unwilling to settle down, and would often materialize as his little disciple.
As a teenager, Cen Qianshan ran barefoot by the water, playing in the water's edge.
As an adult, he lay by the lake, stretching out his slender white arms to reach the bright red flower of the other shore.
"Xiaoshan, stop making trouble."
Mu Xue frowned, and with a thought, the red flower under her arm turned into a fairy-binding chain, which tightly bound the "Water Tiger" who was trying to make trouble from head to toe.
The "water tiger" tied with a red rope struggled at first, but then stopped moving, allowing himself to be tied and soaked in the lake water, and looked at Mu Xue with wet eyes.
Mu Xue felt that her heart was even more impure.
He had to suppress his shame and secretly seek help from his master Su Xingting to resolve his doubts.
"You mean the water tiger in Huang Ting has taken shape as a person?" Su Xingting turned around in surprise. He saw his little apprentice looking at him pitifully, as if he had done something wrong.
"This is not a big deal." Su Xingting smiled, "It's much better than when your senior sister was busy cooking a mandarin duck hot pot in Huangting."
Mu Xue said distressedly, "Back in the Divine Realm, my senior brothers and sisters also said so. But if this happens, the dragon and tiger cannot return to the furnace, and I will not be able to produce the medicine to return the elixir."
She was a little worried that her master would ask her who the water tiger statue was and she would not be able to answer.
But it seems that unless the disciples take the initiative to speak out, the master does not seem to be willing to ask about the secret thoughts of his disciples.
Su Xingting just asked her, "You said before that you entered the realm of returning to the void in the illusion of the temple, and gained the great way to travel through the void. In the end, how did you give up breaking the illusion and returning to the truth? Is it because you have this water tiger in your heart?"
"How could that be? My senior sister was in danger at that time. I felt uneasy even in the delusion." Mu Xue did not forget to flatter her master in time. "I was worried about my master and my senior brothers and sisters. That's why I was willing to give up the journey to the great void. Breaking the delusion is really true."
Su Xingting reached out and rubbed her head.
"You don't have to be anxious. Take a little more time to calm your mind. If you can cleanse your mind like a mirror and return to the original state, that would be the best. But if you really can't let go, don't force it. You can come find me when the time comes."
Mu Xue understood what the master meant. Cleansing the heart like a mirror, stopping thoughts and returning to the original state, means that the image of Xiaoshan should be erased from the Huangting first.
It is best to erase this person from the root, from the bottom of your heart, and never think about him again, concentrate on the great way, and focus on practicing.
Mu Xue sat upright in the Huangting. The hills there seemed to be aware of something and were looking at her with pitiful eyes from the reeds beside the lake.
Mu Xue vaguely saw again the figure inside the shrine, with the setting sun on his shoulders, half hidden in the darkness, silently watching her leave.
Those eyes with slightly red rims seemed to be gazing at her through thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, always lingering in her heart. She couldn't bear to wipe them away with her hand.
In order to adjust her mentality, Mu Xue was rarely pulled out by Ding Lanlan and others to play, and they made an appointment to visit a market near Jiulong Mountain where cultivators gathered.
Guiyuan Sect has a very mature application of teleportation arrays. This convenient and inexpensive teleportation method is widely used in the lives of disciples and even ordinary people.
Mu Xue had experienced this once when entering the mountain gate, and this was the second time.
On Yuding Peak, where the main practice is to practice talismans and magic arrays, there is a platform with various array plates for the disciples of the sect to use when going out. On the platform, large and small array platforms are neatly arranged. During the time when the disciples come in and out,
Ding Lanlan and the others came to a small formation platform and stood on the formation plate hand in hand. In the center of the formation, a golden toad croaked and opened its mouth wide.
Ding Lanlan put two small spirit stones into the toad's mouth, and the magic circle under her feet began to light up.
The next moment, the girls opened their eyes and found themselves in a bustling market.
This is Mu Xue’s first time to come to the market in the fairy world.
This time was very different from the shopping street she often went to in the Demonic World.
The Demonic Spirit Realm is full of spiritual energy, breeding demons and spirits, and many cultivators go out hunting regardless of their lives. The market is filled with bloody demon beast skeletons, strange feathers and armor, and freshly collected spiritual plant ores, as well as dazzling rare treasures.
In that precarious city of death, the indulgent side of human nature is released more nakedly. Population markets, red-light districts, gambling houses, and places of enjoyment with feasting and revelry are everywhere. All they want is excitement and enjoyment.
The markets in the fairy world are all about order and pomp.
There are many shops on both sides of the road, each of which is elegantly decorated. Most of the shops with their own characteristics sell talismans, formation plates, magic tools and various secret manuals on cultivation that have been passed down for a long time.
The pedestrians were well-dressed and looked extraordinary. They bowed to each other and greeted each other politely. At least on the surface, everything seemed orderly and the law and order was good.
Even young girls like Ding Lanlan and Mu Xue dared to come and hang out as long as they wore the talisman that indicated their sect's origin.
"I want to buy a flying magic weapon. I will soon learn the art of controlling objects." A girl touched her purse. "It has been my dream since I was a child to travel freely on the top of the mountains. I just don't know if the spirit stones I have saved are enough."
"I wonder how many spirit stones the lowest level mustard seed space costs? I really want a bracelet like the one Master Ding Feng wears on his hand, which is both beautiful and convenient."
"That thing is not cheap. Even the lowest-end ones are shockingly expensive. See if you can find a second-hand one."
"I heard that Nishangfang has just released a new warm and fragrant gold mud skirt. When you wear it, your skin will smell fragrant and it has a... effect."
"Hehe, is it really that magical? Then I want to buy a pair and wear it in front of Senior Brother Yun to try it out."
The girls chattered about what they wanted to buy.
Ding Lanlan asked Mu Xue, "Xiaoxue, is there anything you want to buy?"
Of course Mu Xue had something she wanted, but she was too embarrassed to say it.
When they returned, the girls all took with them their chosen instruments, clothes, hairpins, rings and jewelry. Only Mu Xue took with her a large bag of books.
"Xiaoxue is really a spiritual practice fanatic. She seldom comes out, but instead of buying food and toys, she only bought this pile of big books. Reading them all gives me a headache. Aren't the homework from your teachers enough for you to handle on weekdays?" Ding Lanlan covered her head and shook her head. She didn't want to see what books Mu Xue bought at all.
Return to the house where he lives alone in Xiaoyao Peak.
Mu Xue closed the door tightly, opened her spiritual sense, looked around, and confirmed that no one was around. She heaved a sigh of relief and sat down at the table. She took out a few inconspicuous booklets from the large pile of analysis of exercises and five elements secrets, and read them furtively like a thief.
Master once told her that all difficulties encountered during the practice can be called calamities.
No matter whether it is a mental calamity, a human calamity, an emotional calamity, or a demonic calamity, as long as it is your own calamity, you should not avoid it.
Since this "Water Tiger Disaster" cannot be avoided or erased, Mu Xue decided to find another way. Instead of simply avoiding and forgetting it, she prepared to face the past.
She planned to think carefully about what happened that year and her state of mind at that time, hoping to find a way to be free, transcend and gain enlightenment, and no longer dwell on it.
Mu Xue took a few deep breaths, sat upright, and quietly opened a silk book. She saw the words written on it: The curtains are heavy, the mandarin ducks are embracing each other, they speak softly and beg for mercy, what can I do to you under the hibiscus tent
I closed it in a hurry.
He opened another small scroll with yellow curled edges, and it said: There is no one at the wild ferry, under the flower fields and willows, It is hard to swallow the sound at the first try, The beautiful woman plays the flute and exhales the scent of musk.
Mu Xue threw the book away with a blushing face.
No, no, these are all fabricated stories. Isn't there a more realistic one
After searching for a long time, she found a thin book called "Ten Wonderful Street Notes". When she looked at the author, she found that he was someone she knew. The author used his real name, Niu Dashuai.
There was a very popular noodle shop on Shimiao Street where Mu Xue lived. The owner's surname was Niu, the proprietress was called Aunt Niu by everyone, and her son's name was Niu Dashuai.
The reason why Mu Xue remembered it so quickly was certainly not because she had a good relationship with their family.
On the contrary, this Marshal Niu was once a bully among those naughty boys in Shi Miao Street. When Xiaoshan first came, he was bullied by him a lot, which left a deep impression on Mu Xue.
She still remembered that day, Xiaoshan had just returned from outside and was washing clothes obediently in the yard.
With a clang, the courtyard door was pushed open. Aunt Niu, a burly woman, stood in the courtyard with her sleeves rolled up, cursing.
"Which one of you is the bastard bought from the street? Get out here! If I can't beat you to death today, you don't deserve to be called Niu!"
Cen Qianshan pulled out his arm that had turned red from being soaked in cold water, wiped it on his collar, and stood up with a pursed mouth.
"Oh, it's you, you little bastard, right? You are such an inhuman thing that you even dare to touch my son. I'm going to beat you to death today!" Aunt Niu raised her eyebrows, put her hands on her hips and strode over aggressively.
Mu Xue, who happened to be walking out of the yard, saw this and stepped forward to stop her.
"Aunt Niu, what are you doing? This is my yard and my people."
"Mr. Mu, please judge for yourself." Aunt Niu pulled her son, Marshal Niu, who had a bruise on his face, out from behind her. "Look at this little slave you bought. He beat my son!"
Marshal Niu pulled her collar from behind and said, "Mom, this is my place. I can get it back myself."
"Go away." Aunt Niu ignored him, rolled up his sleeves, pointed at the blue and purple bruises on them, and showed them to the neighbors who were crowded outside the courtyard gate to watch the excitement, "Look, look at this thin bamboo-like arm, how badly it has been injured."
Mu Xue looked at the thick and strong boy nicknamed Niu Dazhuang and said, "I have never seen such a thick bamboo pole."
Aunt Niu was furious: "You are not going to reason with me, are you? Just for a lowly slave who dared to kill his adoptive father, you have ignored the friendship we have had as neighbors for so many years?"
"The children can handle their own affairs. If you insist on interfering, I can only give you one thing." Mu Xue rolled up her sleeves slowly, "I have already opened the incense altar, worshipped the ancestors, and accepted this child as my apprentice. From now on, whoever dares to call him a lowly slave can come to me and curse him. Whoever wants to touch him must first ask me, Mu Xue, if I agree."
As she spoke, countless puppet mechanisms stood up from the walls and roof of the courtyard, and their sharp black weapons were aimed at the gate.
The crowd watching the excitement outside the courtyard gate immediately retreated three feet away.
Aunt Niu's momentum suddenly weakened, and the cold magic weapon was directed at her and her son, scaring her so much that her legs began to tremble.
Mu Xue was a good-tempered neighbor who never bothered to cause trouble, but she knew Mu Xue's strength.
"Even if...even if he is your apprentice, it is wrong to hit him randomly." She said reluctantly with her neck stiffened, completely forgetting the days when her son used to bully boys and girls.
Mu Xue stopped Cen Qianshan who wanted to step forward to speak.
This is a world where the size of your fist speaks and there is no need to reason.
"Even if he did something wrong, I will take over if you come to me. If you are not satisfied, I can practice with you alone today."
Aunt Niu said, "I am a woman, so I definitely cannot beat you."
Mu Xue said in a good-tempered manner: "If you take charge, I will also accompany you."
Aunt Niu stamped her feet and dragged her son away, "A family of barbaric masters and apprentices. Son, let's go! I won't play with this family anymore."
After that, Mu Xue didn't know whether Marshal Niu had troubled Xiaoshan again. But at least no one on this street dared to call Cen Xiaoshan a bastard or a lowly slave to his face anymore.
That noisy street bully, Niu Dazhuang, can actually write a book
Mu Xue curiously opened the book "Ten Wonderful Street Notes".
Compared with other carefully crafted and ornately worded novels, this book seems plain and lacks literary grace.
There was no use of the color content as a gimmick, no wonder no one was interested in it even though it was placed in the corner of the bookstore for a long time. Fortunately, Mu Xue focused on using the unique magic tool in the bookstore to search for books related to her name, and was able to search out this old book at the bottom of the shelf.
I turned over the old book pages that had been there for many years and saw the following words written on the first page:
I have lived next door to Mr. Mu for many years and we are familiar with each other. Mr. Mu is intelligent and talented, warm and kind to others, especially to us younger generations.
Mu Xue: What