After just three or two days, Ming Yijian and Ming Ye had become familiar with each other.
The two chatted very happily, and Mu Lin didn't even need to join in. Mu Lin was also happy to be quiet and comfortable. For the first time, he felt that bringing the North Sea Dragon King was not a completely bad thing.
Immortals are obviously much more carefree when traveling around the world than mortals. They don't need to worry about food and clothing, and all they need to do to take care of their image is to follow some cleaning tips.
Apart from this, he rarely uses any magical methods.
But every time I reach the river, I have to stop.
Ming Yijian doesn't like to braid her own hair, but likes to take care of Mu Lin's long hair. She makes all kinds of elegant and beautiful hair buns for Mu Lin, lets her look at her face by the water, and comments on her craftsmanship.
Today it was a Jinghu bun, yesterday it was a Lily bun, and the day before yesterday it was a double knife bun... Mu Lin thought it was pretty good.
At this time, Ming Yijian was always full of energy, with a glow in her eyes. Ming Ye always stood far away, watching her silently. Before Ming Yijian noticed his gaze, he lowered his eyes and looked away.
Mu Lin said nothing about it.
Mingye once asked her: "Why don't you tie your hair?"
Ming Yi saw his eyes move slightly, brushed a strand of hair in front of his chest behind him, smiled casually and said: "I'm used to this look."
There once was a person who drew her eyebrows and tied her hair every day, rubbed her ears and was tender and affectionate to her.
But the good times didn't last long. The love between the young man and her husband lasted only a month before the man treated her coldly. Two years of hard work and trivial matters exhausted all her love, until the death of the child, which finally turned the love into ashes. Later, she died, listening to the vicious truth from his mouth, shedding tears of blood and hatred.
"I'll do your hair, okay?"
Ming Yi saw that her smile faded: "Ming Ye, no need."
"Yijian," Mu Lin called her from upstream, "Come and pick loquats?"
"Here he comes!" Ming Yi took two steps at a time and suddenly thought of whether he should call Ming Ye to go together. Turning back, he saw Ming Ye still standing there.
There was that strange expression again. She shook her head in her heart and inexplicably no longer wanted to ask him to join them.
Ming Ye did not notice her gaze. His mind was full of Ming Yijian's expression just now, that indifferent and distant expression, as if she was watching his transgression coldly.
She is a person who is warm on the outside but cold on the inside, and she never opens up to others easily. He once won the key to her heart with a romantic affair, but in the end he lost the qualification and was expelled.
What happened back then... was actually a murky matter. He had indeed betrayed her and hurt her.
Given her determination, if she knew his identity, how could she give him any hope
Ming Ye closed his eyes, and it took him a long time to calm his turbulent emotions. When he opened his eyes again, there was a look of determination in his eyes.
Ming Yijian and Mu Lin picked a basket of loquats, washed them with river water, and carried them on their shoulders, eating them as they walked. Ming Ye followed them one step behind, but he didn't feel bored.
The fire burned silently in the middle of the night, and Ming Yi went back to her hairpin to catch up on some sleep. Mu Lin knew she was sleeping soundly, but he still cast a barrier to protect her, and then walked over to Ming Ye.
Mu Lin saw all his complicated feelings towards Yi Jian.
"Lord Dragon, don't forget the past. If you are not completely sure, don't tell Yi Jian the truth - your provocation will only arouse her anger and ruin her immortal path!"
Mu Lin is a bystander. Never seeing each other again is the best outcome for both parties.
There was a hint of amusement in Ming Ye's eyes: "If she knew you said this, would she forgive you?"
Mu Lin remained calm: "It's better than letting her know that the enemy is the North Sea Dragon King. There is a huge difference between us and she will never be able to take revenge." What's more, this enemy still has feelings for her and has other thoughts about her... If Ming Yijian knew about it, would she be able to bear it? Or would she think that this was the biggest irony for her
It would be better to let this matter become a secret buried forever...
"Convince her to go with me to the North. I have my own way."
"If you don't tell me the truth, I will be hard pressed to obey."
"At the bottom of Tianchi Lake in Changbai Mountain, there grows a thousand-petal green lotus. It is the result of the creation of heaven and earth. If you eat it, you will be free from delusion. It can break false thoughts, clear your mind, and is a good medicine to relieve the inner demons. If she eats it, she will not fall into the devil, her cultivation will improve, and it will be beneficial without any harm."
Mu Lin's heart moved. "Miscellaneous Records of the Six Realms" did record that there was a mysterious creation in Tianchi Lake in Changbai Mountain. Although the record was not accurate, combined with the words of the Dragon King of the North Sea, it could be believed.
This is also a rare opportunity for Yi Jian.
Nothing is more practical than improving one's own strength. If Yi Jian can overcome the calamity of delusion and even overcome all seven calamities of becoming an immortal, he will be able to truly consolidate the foundation of an earthly immortal!
Moreover, during this period of time, she can still do something... Being controlled by others is a hidden danger after all. Mu Lin's eyes flashed.
The next day, Mu Lin persuaded Ming Yijian to follow her to Changbai Mountain in the northern border.
"The ginseng grown on Changbai Mountain is very spiritual and is an excellent medicinal herb. My master likes to grow some precious medicinal herbs. Let's go find some ginseng seeds and give them to him when we return to Yingzhou. Even if we sneaked away, our master won't be too angry with us."
Ming Yi saw that he had no doubts and followed the advice.
It would be best if she could please Master Orikawa. After all, she had kidnapped his beloved disciple. What if he came out of seclusion and got angry... Although she couldn't imagine what Master Orikawa looked like when he was angry.
The real person's attitude is always calm and cold, elegant like an orchid, and only occasionally becomes a little popular when facing Mu Lin. Perhaps the relationship between master and apprentice is peculiar, in a sense, like blood relatives... Ming Yi's eyes dimmed when he saw it.
When the three of them flew to the northern border overnight on the clouds and mist, the north wind was howling and the temperature had dropped sharply.
Ming Yi saw him shivering and rubbing his arms, "It's really cold here..."
"Do earthly immortals also fear the cold?" Ming Ye immediately cast a spell on her. Ming Yi felt much warmer instantly and smiled at him gratefully.
Mu Lin silently retracted her hand that was reaching for the Xuyou bag, thinking that the Jiaoyi was no longer necessary. She was not cold at all anyway.
Thousands of years of snow have become pine trees, and you can climb up to the highest peak in the world. There are white pumice and snow everywhere along the way, and the azure sky is refreshing. When you reach the top of Changbai Mountain, you can see the Tianchi Lake inlaid in it like a snow-colored mirror from afar, majestic and beautiful.
Mu Lin looked at the lake covered with thick ice and snow: "..."
Ming Ye remained calm and said, "You guys go and do your things. I'll take a bath in Tianchi."
Ming Yi opened her eyes wide and looked at him suspiciously: "Are you sure about this thick ice?"
"My true form is a black dragon, so breaking ice and bathing is no problem at all."
"Okay, Mu Lin, let's go find ginseng seeds." Ming Yijian dragged Mu Lin down the mountain and said, "You said we didn't see any along the way. Did they get dug up by mortals?"
"You can see it at a glance? Do you think it's that easy? The snow has blocked the mountain and it's hard to find ginseng. The ginseng is buried under the white snow. This thing contains pure spiritual power. You and I can use our immortal power to sense it..."
Ming Ye stood on the lake, breaking the ice and entering the lake in one go. With a flash of dark light, he was already standing on the lake again. In his hand floated a multi-petal lotus with a faint blue glow, swaying and blooming, making the fragrance even more refreshing within a radius of ten miles.
Xuanlong likes ice water. A hundred years ago, Mingye came to Tianchi to play with dragons and water, and accidentally discovered this thousand-petal green lotus. At that time, he thought it was useless, so he didn't pick it. Unexpectedly, there was a good fortune in the dark.
This kind of rare treasure can only be preserved for a short time, so Yijian must take it as soon as possible.
Ming Ye put the thousand-petal green lotus into his sleeve and walked out to look for the two of them.
As the sky gradually darkened, Mingye extended an invitation: "The North Sea is not far from here. Why don't you two follow Mingye to visit the Dragon Palace in the North Sea? I will also do my best to be a good host."
Yi Jian was very interested. She thought Mu Lin also wanted to go to the Dragon Palace to broaden his horizons, but she didn't expect Mu Lin to shake his head and refuse: "No need. The two of us only want to experience the world and don't want to bother the Dragon King."
Ming Ye heard the hidden meaning in his words and hurried to finish the matter. She didn't have the patience to play along with him anymore.
Since Ming Yijian was here, he couldn't threaten or persuade her, so he just nodded slightly and said, "In that case, let's go down the mountain and find an inn." Then he gave Ming Yijian another warm gesture.
A few people found a small inn at the foot of the mountain. Mu Lin and Ming Yi stayed in one room, and Ming Ye stayed in another.
At midnight, Ming Yijian was already fast asleep in the hairpin. Mu Lin gave her some sleeping and soundproofing techniques, and went to Ming Ye's room next door.
She stood far away and asked Ming Ye who was standing by the window: "What does Long Jun want to tell me?"
Mingye took out the thousand-petal green lotus, and the dim room was illuminated by a faint green light. His young face showed an indifference that was inconsistent with his age: "Can you make pills?"
"I have practiced the art of alchemy, but my performance is not stable. You want me to refine the Thousand-petal Green Lotus?"
"Yes, make it into pills and let Yi Jian take it."
"It doesn't sound difficult, but what's the benefit of me helping Long Jun?"
"Your life is still in my hands."
"Yi Jian is mine now, and it may not be easy for Long Jun to find another alchemist in the short term. Can Qianpetal Green Lotus wait? Long Jun, this is a fair deal between you and me. Don't always look threatening. We can't reach an agreement this way."
"Mu Lin, what do you want?"
"It's simple. I want Long Jun to tell me the truth about a past event."
The North Sea Dragon King looked at her in surprise and said, "Yes."
He has lived for nearly 100,000 years, and he knows what he should know and what he shouldn't know... Some secrets have been buried by time. For him, there is nothing that cannot be said.
After getting the promise, Mu Lin swiftly took out a small black tripod from his bag and controlled the fire to refine the treasure.
The thousand-petal green lotus turned into a pool of light green liquid in less than half an hour. After another hour, it gradually solidified into five round white pills. Dark green patterns appeared, emitting a refreshing and pleasant fragrance.
Mu Lin put it in a jade bottle and handed it to Ming Ye to look at.
Ming Ye had to admit that this little girl was talented in refining medicine, and she refined it to be extremely pure. "Perhaps in the future you will be able to surpass Fairy Ling Yue of Xianning Palace in refining medicine."
Mu Lin knew Fairy Ling Yue, the number one alchemy master in the fairy world. His master's evaluation of her was: She has decent talent, and God will reward hard work.
How could she be as obsessed with refining medicine as Fairy Ling Yue, who has been staying in the alchemy room for decades or even hundreds of years? How could it be that hard work doesn't pay off
"You are too kind, Lord Long."