There was a vast fog in front of him, and the surroundings were terribly cold. Lying in a small space, above, very close to the tip of the nose, there seems to be a translucent slate. The white air exhaled from the breath diffused slightly on the slate in front of him, condensed into tiny water droplets, and then condensed into fine frost particles.
The body is not very good, and the arms are too heavy to lift. Mu Xiyun tried to move her legs and pressed her knees against the slate. With another force on the leg, the side of the slate made a "click" sound as the ice cubes shattered.
Her hands finally regained some strength, and with the strength of her knees, Mu Xiyuan pushed away the slate with difficulty and sat up.
Another grotto.
Unlike the dim scene I saw before, the lights here are quite bright. It's just that the white mist in the cave is filled with cold air.
Mu Xiyuan looked down at herself. She was wearing a white robe with silver cloud patterns embroidered on the hem and cuffs.
This is... Mo Yunshan's disciple uniform.
Am I back in the mountains
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came hurriedly from a distance, and a figure in a white robe suddenly broke into the grotto.
It was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a short stature and tiny beads of sweat oozing from his chubby face. He was shocked by the cold air in the grotto, and he couldn't help shivering violently.
"Oh my god, you're awake!" The middle-aged man was stunned for a breath, then dropped the book and a bunch of hay he was holding, and stepped forward to hold Mu Xiyun down. "Don't get up first, sit down and concentrate!"
Although he didn't know the intention of the other party, he didn't notice any malice, so Mu Xiyuan sat down and waited attentively.
The coming person's left palm pressed against Mu Xiyun's back heart, sending a soft and warm spiritual power into his body.
The body gradually warmed up, and the limbs also felt warm. After a stick of incense, the middle-aged man supported Mu Xiyun to stand up and slowly walked to the side of the grotto.
Only then did Mu Xiyun see everything around him clearly.
This is a small stone room, and the air is cold. In the middle of the stone room, there was a cold jade ice coffin with the lid open, and he just came out from here.
Beside the ice coffin, there is also a small bottle of topaz.
It was a soul gathering bottle.
At this moment, the middle-aged man said, "I take the liberty to ask, can you tell me your name?"
With a dry throat, Mu Xiyun tried several times and finally made a voice: "Mu... Xi... Yun."
"Sure enough, it's you," the middle-aged man seemed to be relieved, and he helped him sit down and said, "Senior Brother Mu, Mo Zhiqi, the elder of Xia Tianji Peak."
Moyun Mountain is a big mountain with five peaks: Tiankui, Tianxiang, Tianliang, Tianji, and Tianyue. In the early years, the ancestor of Moyun Mountain traveled here and found that the five peaks of the mountain towered into the clouds, and the people's livelihood below the mountain was simple. What's more valuable is that this mountain seems to have an immortal relationship and is full of spiritual energy. Cultivation here, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, has twice the result with half the effort, so I settled here and took root. In the past, it was only the first peak of Tiankui, but gradually the sect became bigger and bigger, and there were more and more disciples, so five elders were established, occupying the five peaks respectively.
The elders of the five peaks each have their own strengths. This Tianji Peak is good at medical skills.
The current elder, Mo Zhiqi, just passed the age of no confusion, and took over Tianji Peak ten years ago from a former elder who loved wandering. He is indifferent by nature, and is even more of a medical idiot. In addition to completing the routine work of teaching his disciples, he is either buried in ancient medical books all day long, or he studies herbal medicines in the alchemy room.
However, on the first and fifteenth day of every month, Elder Mo would come to the grotto of Tianji Peak.
Tianji Peak is multi-drug. Many herbal medicines and over-the-counter medicines are not resistant to storage, and they need to be stored in a cool place. Tianji Grottoes is a natural cave, which is divided into countless small rooms. The cave is warm in winter and cool in summer, and uses spirit stone magic to separate the chambers of different temperatures for placing different medicinal materials.
When he took over Tianji Peak ten years ago, the former elder Huang Zelin brought him here and gave him some secret orders. Mo Zhiqi was shocked, but he still silently took over the position of the elder of Tianji Peak.
Twice a month, he would come to this cold room and spend three or four hours exploring the topaz vial with his spiritual power.
The soul gathering bottle contained Mu Xiyun's soul.
In the past fifty years, the two generations of elders have worked hard for more than a thousand times, but there is no movement in the Soul Gathering Bottle. Mo Zhiqi no longer had any hope. He just didn't want to let down the trust of his teacher, so he was still conscientious and conscientious.
With the same mentality today, Mo Zhiqi sat silently in front of the jade bottle for a while, and suddenly remembered that in the medical book he read yesterday, there was a description of the medicinal power of different parts of Chengfengcao, so he made a small difference and went to the medicine next door. Shi looked for the herbs to take a closer look. Unexpectedly, Mu Xiyun woke up at this moment.
Mu Xiyuan was still a little weak, and said with a little difficulty: "Thank you!" Then he wondered: "I remember, Tianji Peak is an elder surnamed Huang, I don't know where he is now?"
Mo Zhiqi wiped the sweat that was almost frozen on his face, and replied, "No need to thank you, Elder Huang is my mentor, and he resigned from the position of elder ten years ago."
"Ten years ago..." Mu Xiyun was silent for a while, looked up at Mo Zhiqi, and asked softly, "How many years have I been lying here?"
Mo Zhiqi looked into his eyes, "If you count from the year of the Linmoyuan war, it has been fifty years."
Fifty years, converted into the life expectancy of an ordinary person, is almost a lifetime of reincarnation.
"It's been so long, things are right and wrong..." Mu Xiyun sighed in her heart.
"Senior brother can wake up, if Master knows, he must be very happy." Mo Zhiqi's voice was very happy: "Don't say it's him, even me, it's been ten years since I waited for this day. I can see it today. You wake up, and I'll live up to my trust."
"Elder Mo has worked hard." Secretly suppressing the sadness in his heart, Mu Xiyuan said with concern: "Seeing that your face is pale, I am afraid that the loss of spiritual power just now is too great, so you might as well rest first. Although there are still countless doubts in my heart, but Fifty years have passed, there is nothing to worry about, it is not too late to ask Elder Mo for advice in the future."
Mo Zhiqi was indeed a little mentally weak, and the grotto was cold, so he couldn't help but shiver a few times.
He looked at Mu Xiyun, the disciple's uniform was suitable for him, and he took out a spare cotton robe from the cabinet beside him, handed it to Mu Xiyun to put on, and hurriedly led him out of the grotto .
Outside the grotto, the winter air rushed into Mu Xiyuan's chest with its unique cold and dampness.
Mo Zhiqi brought Mu Xiyuan to the disciple house of Tianji Peak
"It happened in a hurry and I didn't have any preparations, so Senior Brother Mu will rest here first. It's just..." Mo Zhiqi hesitated for a while, "Although there are not many disciples on the mountain these days, it is not easy to explain that there is one more person. If you come across them, Senior Brother Mu, please hide your figure temporarily, so as not to be seen."
"Okay." Mu Xiyuan saluted again, "Elder, please rest."
Mo Zhiqi was no longer polite, turned around, walked out of the disciple's house, and went back to the house.
Mu Xiyun stood in the room. Fifty years later, Mo Yunshan's disciple house was still the same as it was back then. He reached out and brushed the edge of the window, looking up at the full moon in the sky through the open window.
The full moon was unharmed, sprinkled with silver frost.
This is a long-lost room.
He didn't sleep well that night.
It is difficult for the soul to enter the body, and the word "appropriate" is emphasized. I don't know if it was because of the long sleep time, when the soul entered this body, it was actually resisted. Now the blood vessels in the whole body are tingling, and the sea of knowledge is even more sore. It seems that there are thousands of thorns rushing left and right in the body.
Mu Xiyun lay down for a while with his eyes open, then simply sat up. There was another churn in the body. He coughed a few times, and meditated cross-legged, looking inside himself.
The meridians have not yet been widened, the spiritual power is low, and... this body has no golden core!
Mu Xiyun was stunned for a moment. Fifty years ago, he had already achieved his golden elixir. Even after 50 years of deep sleep, the body should not be as narrow as it is now and the sea of consciousness is exhausted.
Mu Xiyun thought for a while, walked out of the disciple's house, and came to a large stone.
Mo Yunshan taught his disciples to be upright in mind and body, and he had high requirements on etiquette and manners. There will be mirror stones in front of the disciples' houses in each peak, which will be polished with magic, so that the disciples can get their clothes right.
The large stone reflected the morning sun, and the smooth mirror clearly reflected his image: it was a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boy with black hair and satin-like drape over his shoulders; his face was as white as jade, but pale and bloodless; his eyebrows Gently shallow, the tail is like smoke; the eyes still have a hint of youthful softness, the color of the eyes is slightly lighter, and it is as calm as the sea; the nose is hanging gallbladder, the lips are pale, and the chin is slightly pointed. Wearing a large Moyunshan disciple uniform, it faintly revealed a thin and thin body.
The face looks similar to Fifty Years, but the whole person is very different.
Fifty years ago, Mu Xiyuan was one of the most outstanding disciples of Moyun Mountain. He had sharp eyes and determined eyes, and his whole person looked cold and high, like a bright sword.
Today, he seems to have worn away his sharpness, and he has put all the sharpness in the sheath, and he appears soft and peaceful for no reason.
The disciples of Tianji Peak were already in the morning class, and there was no one around. Mu Xiyuan stood beside the mirror stone for a while, and saw Mo Zhiqi walking over from the direction of the elder's room.
Before Mu Xiyuan asked, Elder Mo had already said, "This body is not yours."
The shock just now was over, and Mu Xiyun also guessed it, so she didn't speak, she just waited quietly for the next sentence.
"I'm not very clear about what happened back then. I just listened to Master's recitation. How much do you remember?"
Mu Xiyuan closed her eyes, and the fragments of her memories came pouring in, but they were mixed together in a confused way.
"Sorry, my memory is a bit confusing. Did Elder Huang save me?"
"When the master treated you back then," Mo Zhiqi said, "you have already exploded the sea of knowledge, your meridians have been broken, and your spiritual power has leaked. He tried his best to protect your body, and he could not disintegrate at that time. Fortunately, Yes, I don't know why your soul has not been scattered, and you can still collect the soul gathering jade bottle in time. The master took your body and Yujian back to Tianji Peak and stored it in the grotto, hoping to connect the meridians, but in the end it was still not enough, only I can bury you in a year's time."
"The body of the self-destructing sea of consciousness is damaged and the soul is scattered. This is a warning that every immortal cultivator has received when he starts." Mu Xiyun's eyes were clear. "Elder Huang has gone against the sky for me, and it is common sense to not do it."
"It's good if you understand." Mo Zhiqi breathed a sigh of relief, "But Master, he was not reconciled, but more persistent. For decades, he traveled around in search of ancient spirit stones, and finally, 30 years ago, in In the basalt iceberg in the extreme north, a psychic gem was found.
With Baoyu as the base, Lingmei in the back mountain of Tianji Peak as the bone, plus the sports elixir and your preserved blood, it took him thirteen years to finally cultivate a fleshy body. This body was preserved in the Frozen Jade Coffin, and it is now the seventeenth year. It's a pity that for the past seventeen years, your soul has not woken up and cannot enter your body earlier. You should feel a tingling all over your body now, and the sea of consciousness is also uncomfortable, right? "
"Well," Mu Xiyuan replied, "I've been in pain since last night."
"Yeah, it would have been more adaptable seventeen years ago when the flesh and blood were first formed. It's been a long time now, and the spirit, jade, plum and soul need to be adjusted. But this is not a big problem. With the improvement of practice It should get better slowly."
"Yes," Mu Xiyun coughed in a low voice, "Elder Huang has worked so hard, Xiyun is ashamed to be worthy of it."
"Alas," Mo Zhiqi sighed, "Master why did he save you in such a way, he didn't tell me the reason, he just said that when things were suspicious back then, you were deeply involved in it and saving you was just doing your best to obey the destiny."
Mu Xiyun looked at him, and said respectfully, "No matter what, for decades, Elder Huang has been running around for Elder Mo to wait, which is a great favor to Xiyun."
"You don't have to thank me, I'm just following the instructions of Master." Mo Zhiqi stood up and walked around the disciple's house, saying, "You are originally a disciple of Tianliang Peak, if Liang Feng has no old friends today, you might as well act as one. The outer disciple of Moyun Mountain, how about coming to my Tianji Peak to temporarily practice healing spells?"
Although there are five great peaks and five elders in Moyun Mountain, the basic skills of the disciples are all the same. When the disciples first entered the mountain, there was not much difference in what they knew and learned.
Different from other sects, Moyun Mountain does not have sectarian disputes. Instead, it encourages its disciples to learn and practice more. Which mountain peak they want to go to learn art, just say hello to the master, and the master will also according to the apprentice's qualifications. Recommended to elders of other peaks.
Tianji Peak mainly focuses on medical skills, and it is the place where people come to exchange and learn the most. Therefore, the disciples of Tianji Peak are also used to seeing unfamiliar faces, but instead they have developed an open-minded and cheerful personality, and they are best able to mingle with newcomers.
"That's it, it's not good to use the old name in terms of calling. The battle at Linmoyuan had a great impact, and the storytellers in the teahouse building are still telling your stories." Mo Zhiqi thought for a while, "The name is just that. It's called 'Mu Yun', how about it? Ru Mu's Mu is still your Yun."
"Mu Yun...Mu Yun...?" Mu Xiyun's soft eyes showed a smile, "Thank you, Elder!"
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Sorry, because of the overhaul, the first four chapters have changed a lot, please bear with me! Love you guys!