The morning sun, softly spread on the roof, slanted into the house from the windows. At this moment, the Hanlin Mansion was quiet, but from time to time there were maids and family members walking gently, not daring to make too much noise, they were preparing a day's work for the master.
"Yeah!" The door opened with a loud noise.
An old man walked out of the room, his head was full of white hair, his face was still ruddy, his eyes were double pupils, his eyebrows were divided into eight characters, five willows and long beards, and his body was slightly fat. He shook his body and put on a large robes made of shui and purple brocade, and stepped out of the threshold.
"Master, good."
Seeing the old man walk out, the two maids standing outside the door hurriedly saluted and shouted.
"Okay! Don't be polite, you guys go and prepare some breakfast. I have to go out today." The old man nodded slightly and told the maid.
"Yes, sir."
"Hurry up." The old man waved his hand and said.
Seeing the figure of the maid leaving. The old man stood in the courtyard, raised his head towards the sky, and looked at the feather-thin layers of cirrus clouds that were dyed red by the morning light in the scene of the day. There are traces of remembrance in his eyes.
After a long time, he sighed softly. He shook his head and closed his gaze back. Turn around and walk into the house.
But at this moment, a breeze suddenly blew from a distance. Suddenly it grew bigger, lifting the dust on the ground, turning it into dust and rolling it up. He also rolled the purple brocade robe on the old man's body.
The old man's original footsteps stopped suddenly. The face was heavy, standing motionless, his body was already shining with a faint white light. At this moment, lightning and thunder suddenly flashed above his head. A group of black clouds suddenly covered the sky above the Hanlin Mansion.
Seeing this sudden change in the situation, the servants and families who were busy in the mansion had already stepped into the house quickly.
"It was the senior who visited my Lin family, please come out and see." The old man's eyes flickered, and he shouted loudly.
But the sound of the wind was removed, and it was still calm. Only the voice of the old man kept returning.
At this time, a flash of lightning flashed, forcibly splitting the sky that had been torn apart by dark clouds in half, followed by a thunderous thunder. In the dark clouds in the sky, raindrops fell on them. Falling to the ground, dust was flying.
The old man saw that no one answered. The dignified color on his face became thicker and thicker. Although he felt that in the imperial capital of the Song Kingdom of the Mortal Realm, the immortal cultivators would generally not easily violate it, but at this time, it was difficult to say all this.
He himself has heard a little about the changes in the Xuanwu Xiuxian Realm. It is precisely because of his identity that he knows more about the world of cultivation than others.
At this moment, the monks of Diyang wouldn't want to come to the imperial city to stand up. The old man's eyes flickered constantly.
"It seems that you are much calmer than before." At this time, a soft sigh sounded from a short distance beside him, and a figure slowly walked out.
Hearing the sound, the old man turned his head suddenly. He looked at the figure with a guard.
"You... are you Mo Bai?" When the old man saw the person's appearance clearly, he couldn't help being startled. The old man said immediately. His face couldn't help showing the color of surprise.
I haven't seen him for decades, looking at the still young face. The old man couldn't help his hands shaking slightly with excitement.
Mo Bai looked at the old man and nodded gently. With a wave of his sleeves, the wind stopped and the rain stopped. The dark clouds all over the sky also dissipated, revealing the sun of the rising sun.
"Lin Ming, we haven't seen each other for sixty years." Mo Bai said with his hands on his back, looking at the old man in front of him.
"Yes, we have been gone for sixty years. I didn't expect you to be so young. But I have gray hair." The old man Lin Ming said with emotion.
Mo Bai knew that Xuanwu's immortal cultivation world was not safe now. Next, after the sect of Diyang invades, it will definitely be cleaned within a certain range. If Mo Bai himself still wants to be in Xuanwu Realm. It's better to enter the mortal world and become invisible. Come safer.
This is the so-called hiding in the city.
After Mo Bai made up his mind, he came to the imperial city of Song Kingdom. He even discovered the breath of Lin Ming who had entered the realm of cultivating immortals with him in this imperial city. At present, he also has the three-layer cultivation base of Qi Condensation.
It seems that after Lin Ming returned to the secular world, he has not stopped practicing. But the aura here is too thin, it seems that the effect is not very good.
"Mo Bai, no... No, I should call you Senior Mo now." Lin Ming hurriedly bowed to Mo Bai and said. Lin Ming found that Mo Bai's body breath was like the deep sea at this moment, and he couldn't see through his cultivation. Although there was no spiritual energy fluctuation on his body, the aura radiating from him had already caused Lin Ming to feel a little palpitating.
Especially the hand that Mo Bai had just exposed, which made Lin Ming admire even more.
"You don't have to be like this between you and me." Mobai's sleeves swayed slightly, and he helped Lin Ming's body up, and said with a slight smile at him: "You still follow the previous name, what do you think?"
"That's good." Lin Ming looked at his black face for a while, touched the sweat stains on his forehead, and said helplessly: "Let my old face call you senior, I'm really not used to it." After speaking, Lin Ming laughed and laughed at himself.
"Let's go into the house and talk again." After Lin Ming saw Mo Bai nodding in agreement, he led Mo Bai into the waiting room.
"Go get some good-quality tea." After the two of them sat down, Lin Ming asked the maid to go out to prepare tea.
"It seems that Brother Lin, you have a pretty good life." Mo Bai got up from the chair and looked around at the huge waiting room. Turning around, said to him lightly.
"Brother Mo, you just laughed. Old man, I just have a little business in this secular world." Lin Ming shook his head and said to Mo Bai.
"Old man?" Mo Bai was slightly startled after hearing this. Lin Ming and Mo Bai are people of the same age. Mo Bai has never equated the word "old man" with himself. Hearing Lin Ming's words like this, he suddenly feels that the years are aging.
"Brother Mo, don't be offended, I'm just used to it, and I can't change it for a while." Lin Ming's face showed embarrassment. He clearly remembered that in the world of immortal cultivation, there are many generations of seniority, and everything is called by the level of cultivation, so the words just now are indeed wrong.
"It's okay." Mo Bai waved his hand and said, "I just felt it a while ago. Brother Lin doesn't need to care too much."
At this time, the serving maid had already prepared the tea set, and was about to start making tea for Lin Ming and Mo Bai.
"Go down. I'll be fine here." Lin Ming hurriedly took two steps forward, took the tea set from the maid's hand, waved his hand to the maid and ordered.
"Yes. Master." There was a trace of doubt in the maid's eyes, knowing that as the master of their family, there are really not many people who want him to serve in person. But what exactly is this young man's identity, can actually let the master do it himself. The maid did not dare to violate Lin Ming's meaning, and after hurriedly saluting, she quit and waited in the living room.
After Lin Ming made the tea, the two started chatting while drinking tea.
Only then did Mo Bai know that Lin Ming is now the teacher of the Prince of Song Dynasty. Even the current emperor must give him a bit of face. After all, he was also the teacher of today's emperor.
But when talking about the Song Dynasty imperial palace, Lin Ming kept shaking his head and sighing, looking helpless.
"Brother Lin has something to say directly. Maybe Mo can help." Seeing Lin Ming with white hair shaking his head in front of him, he sighed, but he kept looking at himself from the corner of his eyes. Mo Bai frowned slightly, knowing that Lin Ming seemed to have something for himself, so he said to Lin Ming.
"Then I'll talk about it, I hope Brother Mo won't be idle." Hearing Mo Bai's initiative to speak, Lin Ming's face showed joy, and he quickly said to Mo Bai.
"If Mo can help, he will definitely help. Brother Lin doesn't have to be too polite." Mo Bai said lightly after taking a sip of tea. It seemed that Lin Ming wasn't the same as in Yunhemen, where things changed. After so many years, Lin Ming was no longer the Lin Ming he knew.
"Well, the old man is indeed worried about one more thing during this time." Lin Ming saw that Mo Bai was so crisp, and he stopped being hypocritical. After drinking the tea in his hand, he said to Mo Bai.
"I don't know what Brother Lin said?" Mo Bai touched his nose and said.
"The current prince has contracted a strange disease. It is in danger now, and I am worried about it." As he said, Lin Ming exhaled heavily and frowned.
"Oh?" Mo Bai was startled slightly, knowing that Lin Ming himself is a cultivator, although he is not very tall. There are only three levels of cultivation base during the condensing period, but they are familiar with some low-level pills in the sect. If it's just a normal condition, he must not be troubled.
"What kind of illness is that?" Mo Bai pondered and asked.
"The old man doesn't know. I don't see any symptoms at all, old man. His Royal Highness's complexion is normal, and there are no injuries on his body. Even if I visited his internal organs, there was no abnormality, but he was lying there motionless. , There is no sign of awakening at all." Lin Ming shook his head and said.
Hearing this, Mo Bai just picked up the white jade cup, sipped the tea in the cup, and drank it expressionlessly, without speaking.
Seeing Mo Bai's indifferent appearance, Lin Ming was secretly anxious. He knew that Mo Bai's cultivation had reached the point where he looked up, and the cultivation field involved was already beyond his reach for life.
However, for the life of the prince, he had to bet on it.
"You have to ask Brother Mo for help in this matter." Lin Ming stood up and bowed to Mo Bai.
"It's not busy." Mobai waved his sleeves, raised Lin Ming, and said lightly: "I'll go and see the prince first. Whether it can be of help or not depends on the situation."
Mo Bai sighed secretly in his heart, originally he didn't want to care about this worldly matter. But I remembered that Lin Ming had given himself help when he was most difficult. When he was condensing his qi, he had borrowed a few low-grade spirit stones from himself, which allowed him to truly step into the world of cultivating immortals.
There is a way of causality in the practice of cultivating immortals.
Therefore, Mo Bai would not refuse. But whether the prince's illness can be cured, Mo Bai couldn't judge by just listening to Lin Ming's words. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)