Early the next morning, several carriages set off from the barracks, carrying the old man and a dozen young people to the main hall of Qixuanmen in Feixia Mountain, Taizhou.
"Qixuanmen is a famous sect in our Taizhou..." Along the way, a middle-aged man who looked like an old man's follower, chattered endlessly about Qixuanmen and the old man with this group of youths selected from the refugees.
The old man sat alone in another carriage, not knowing what he was doing.
From the middle-aged man's description, they also learned that Mr. Mo was a master of medicine and also an elder guest of Qixuanmen, who was responsible for dealing with various difficult and miscellaneous diseases in the sect.
The main purpose of coming to the refugee camp is to take these refugees whose lives are as cheap as grass to test the effect of the new gold-creating medicine that I recently invented.
And this so-called "rebel army" is supported by the Qixuanmen behind it, and it is a test of the corruption of the imperial court.
Look at the imperial court, how much control is left over the place.
Of course, Bai Mo deduced the rest from what his servant said.
As for why the other party wanted to pick a few people suddenly on a whim, this point was not mentioned at all.
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The boy who begged hard to bring his younger brother with him yesterday, now both of them huddled in the corner of the carriage.
Bai Mo only glanced at it, and saw that this so-called "brother" was actually "Didi", a little girl who spent a lot of time defiled her image.
With fluffy and messy hair, smudges all over his hands and feet, and a face covered in soot, he looked like a standard vagrant beggar.
It seemed that they found themselves being watched. Even though they were in a safe carriage now, the brother and sister still seemed a little nervous.
The precarious life in the refugee camp for several days obviously had a profound impact on them.
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"These are a few seedlings I picked out among the refugees."
"Mr. Mo, please." Steward Wang, who greeted the group in the main hall, said with a flattering smile.
"Come over here and send them to the Zhulin guest house." The steward quickly recruited a servant and brought them to the guest house.
"At sunrise tomorrow, everyone will gather in the back mountain."
"yes!"
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"Compared to the chaos outside, this place is indeed a paradise." Bai Mo lay in this rather quiet house, slowly continuing to sort out the huge memory belonging to the immortal.
The mortal body he seized, the processing speed of memory information is really too slow.
Even if the remnant soul carries only a part of the memory of the Immortal Venerable for tens of thousands of years, to a mortal, it is still comparable to the amount of information in an entire library.
"What am I going to do in this life?" A question appeared in Bai Mo's mind.
As the Demon Yang Immortal Venerable back then, all those who blocked the way during the tribulation had been sent into reincarnation by him, although he also died because of his serious injuries in the end.
Even if it is not completely dead, if you want to recover from the sun, you may have to recover for thousands of years.
"Then spend some time looking for the so-called 'historical text'?" Bai Mo played with the jade pendant in his hand again.
"..."
After thinking about it, he only found such a goal that was barely a goal for the time being.
As for Qixuanmen or Daqian, in the eyes of the former Wannian Immortal Venerable, there is really not much difference. A mere mortal organization with a history of one or two hundred years is tantamount to a mayfly that lives and dies.
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In the entry test on the second day, under Mo Lao's suggestion, all the members easily passed the test after going through the motions, and then were assigned to the opponent's sect as a matter of course.
"If you can refine the Five Elements Jue to the fourth level within a year, you can become his disciple, or go back to the outer sect as a handyman?"
Mr. Mo assigned a task to the few people he had picked, handed them each an ancient book and some medicinal materials, and then left again, making the temporary apprentices stunned.
This time he disappeared for several months.
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"Six months have passed since the one-year deadline... I'm still only on the first floor. Without Mo Lao's care, life with my sister will be much more difficult in the future." Every time Han Yu was upset, he would Will habitually circle around the mountain behind Qixuanmen.
When he came to Qixuanmen with his younger sister in disguise, it was rare for him to live a peaceful life for half a year.
With the care of Dr. Mo, they have always enjoyed the benefits of the core disciples of the inner sect.
After this period of understanding, he is very clear that the handymen in the outer sect of Qixuanmen do chores for at least five or six hours a day, and their salary is very low.
Compared with eating and drinking enough now, and not having to do anything, just concentrate on practicing, it is absolutely one day at a time.
"I don't want to lose my life now!"
Han Yu became angry for no reason, and kicked something that looked like a stone on the ground with his feet to vent his anger.
But with this kick, he found that he seemed to have kicked an iron plate, and the pain caused him to sit on the ground.
"What's this?"
After the pain subsided a bit, he turned his head to look at the appearance of the culprit.
A vial half buried in the soil.
Curiously, he dug the bottle out. The bottle was covered with mud, and the original appearance could not be seen at all.
Just when he wanted to take a few more glances, suddenly his eyes went dark, and he passed out, and the vial also slipped from his hand.
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But just as the vial was about to return to the ground again, a hand gently held it from below.
Bai Mo appeared in the shadows of trees in the back mountain.
In half a year, he has recovered to the strength close to the foundation-building stage, and as for the spiritual sense, he can even compare with Jindan monks.
In the entire Qixuanmen, everyone's every move is seen by Bai Mo.
Han Yu's adventure caught his attention.
"It looks familiar..." He casually drew a gust of wind, and the soil on the bottle automatically and consciously fell off, revealing the real body of the bottle.
"It seems to belong to Lord Guang?" After searching through the memory of the last battle for a while, Bai Mo basically confirmed that this was the natal magic weapon of one of the people who besieged him back then.
He didn't believe in a coincidence. The guy in front of him who was knocked out by himself was most likely picked by the other party and regarded as the backhand of the resurrection.
People of the same level as Dao Zun, even if they killed all their existence in this world, it would be extremely difficult to remove all traces left by them.
And any trace like this may become a hidden seed for their resurrection.
"It's in the past."
Holding Han Yu in one hand and the bottle in the other, Bai Mo disappeared into the back mountain.
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"Where am I? What happened just now?" Han Yu's last memory is still in the scene of picking up the bottle by himself.