The lantern festival gradually faded away, and Mu Lin sat on the beach waiting for his master. The sea was surging at night, and the waves hit the shore again and again. The sound of the rising and falling tide became the only sound between heaven and earth.
Master Orikawa walked out from the moonlight, as bright as a jade tree in the wind, even brighter than the night moon. His hair was as sharp as a knife, his eyebrows and eyes were as beautiful as a painting, his posture was elegant and calm, and he was wearing a white robe that was pure and flowing, as if emitting a faint light, and he held two books in his slender hands.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting. These two books are about astrology and are a welcome gift for you."
Mu Lin took the book and looked at the cover but couldn't see anything special about it. She looked a little unhappy. "Master, your friend is very mysterious and never shows up. What's his name?"
The master left her behind late at night to go to a date and came back so late. Is this friend a man or a woman
Zhechuan was used to not mentioning Mo Wangchen to outsiders, but since his disciple asked, he had nothing to hide, so he said, "His name is Mo Ji, and his courtesy name is Wangchen."
Mu Lin's hand holding the book trembled, he was extremely surprised.
Mr. Mo? It turned out to be him...
He was indeed not an ordinary person, and he even had a relationship with her master. After more than 20 years of separation, wasn't it he who pointed out the direction for her and led her to Yingzhou
In fact, he helped Mu Lin a lot and could be considered as half her master, but he didn't even come out to meet her. He is truly a strange man.
Mu Lin looked at her master but did not tell him that she was familiar with Mo Wangchen. She felt that this was a little inappropriate.
Orikawa touched her head and said, "Rin'er, let's go back to Yingzhou."
"good."
The master and the disciple crossed the East China Sea. They were silent all the way, with thoughts in their hearts.
Yingzhou was the same as always, and it seemed that no one had ever been here. Mu Lin was thinking about Mo Wangchen, and didn't think much about it. Master Zhechuan obviously didn't want to mention the uninvited guest. The master and the disciple said goodbye and went back to their rooms to rest.
After a hundred years, Master Zhechuan continued to teach Mu Lin various immortal arts, but the progress slowed down as the difficulty increased. In fact, Mu Lin was also able to do it with ease. She did not indulge in cultivation all the time, and read through the collection of books in the East Pavilion in her spare time.
"Those who have accomplished great things and great knowledge in ancient and modern times must have gone through three stages: 'Last night the west wind withered the green trees, I climbed the high building alone and looked at the end of the world'. This is the first stage. 'My clothes are getting looser and looser, but I will never regret it. I am exhausted for her.' This is the second stage. 'I have searched for her among the crowd for thousands of times, but when I turned around, she was standing in the dim light'. This is the third stage."
Mu Lin didn't dare to say that he had reached the second or third realm, but after reading bit by bit, he had reached the first realm.
The century of dedicated study has further honed her character and made her understand that revenge is not something that can be accomplished overnight and requires long-term patience.
If the heart is not moved, the wind can do nothing. Mu Lin did not let go of her hatred, but she had the courage to compromise with herself. She was willing to give herself more time to grow and take on everything.
After a hundred years, Mu Lin put down the astrology book in her hand. She had a sense that her long-lost state of mind was loosening, and she should be advancing.
Thunder was looming outside the steps, and the roar continued day and night. Mu Lin was about to go out to deal with the disaster, but Master Zhechuan asked her to go to the alchemy room.
The large cauldron in the center of the alchemy room was dark and ancient, and looked extremely inconspicuous, but Mu Lin knew that it was a semi-artifact, the Qikongmao Ding. The immortal power required to operate it was too great, and the master never used it easily.
The Qikongmao Ding has been placed here for forging objects for more than 40 years. I don’t know what the master is refining that he is willing to spend so much energy on.
Ah Fei circled around it, sniffing around.
"Mumu, there is a magic sword forged inside, it has such a strong fire attribute!"
"That's right." Master Orikawa suddenly walked in and scared Ah Fei half to death.
Over the years, Ah Fei had been living a life of idleness and waiting to die in Yingzhou. Master Zhechuan was not unaware of this, and he tacitly allowed his disciple to bring it in.
Origawa often practices in seclusion and is not seen most of the time. In the huge barrier, Mu Lin is mostly alone. Origawa hopes that A Fei can accompany her.
"Master, do you have something to tell me?" Mu Lin already had a vague premonition.
"Lin'er, the natal sword I refined for you is about to be completed. You should be ready to tame it." Master Zhechuan looked at Ah Fei calmly and revealed its identity in one sentence, "Yanling Qilin Beast, you have been guarding the Yanling Crystal for generations. You have your own destiny. I want to make a deal with you."
“You, you said…” Although there was no danger in Master Orikawa’s eyes, Ah Fei was still a little afraid of him. This was the awe of a strong man, not to mention that he knew his background clearly.
"I have the marrow cleansing milk, and I want to exchange it with you for half of my spiritual blood."
"Of course I'm willing!" Ah Fei answered immediately, and in such excitement he turned back into his original form, a Qilin fairy beast.
It was only the size of a watermelon, with a big furry head, big round eyes with golden red flames burning in them, and hair all over its body jumping like a flame that never goes out. The whole beast was gorgeous and dazzling, more brilliant and beautiful than the clouds in the evening.
Ancient books say: "Kirin, phoenix, tortoise and dragon are called the four spirits", which shows that Kirin's status is at least equal to that of dragon, not lower than that of dragon. But Kirin is the grandson of Yinglong, "Mao Du gave birth to Yinglong, Yinglong gave birth to Jianma, Jianma gave birth to Kirin, Kirin gave birth to common beasts, and all hairy creatures were born from common beasts.
The male Qilin is called Qilin and the female is called Lin. Ancient books have long recorded that the Qilin is a benevolent beast. The male is called Qilin and the female is called Lin. The Qilin is a lucky pet of the gods, ruling gold and fire, good at changing, and ruling peace and longevity.
Mu Lin lowered her eyes and looked at it. She had no doubts about this creature before. After all, it had never shown any signs of weakness. Every day it used its snake body to bite her sleeve and act cute and ask for delicious food.
"Are you Qi or Lin?"
"Mumu, I'm a boy~"
Ah Fei felt a little guilty, but the temptation of the marrow cleansing milk made him abandon his beastly face. That was the marrow cleansing milk! For thousands of years, it had attracted countless immortal beasts!
Since ancient times, the strength of beast cultivators has almost always depended on their bloodline talents. The magic of the marrow cleansing milk is that it can cleanse the marrow and strengthen the tendons, stimulate the purest bloodline power of the beast race, and has no side effects. Whoever takes it will have a great fortune, change the world, be reborn, and become much stronger than before!
The pure-blooded Qilin had long been extinct. Ah Fei was a descendant of Qilin, but his blood was impure and his strength was low. He was just called a Qilin. He had been hiding in the fairy pond because he knew that he could not protect himself outside. If he had the marrow cleansing milk, it would be different...
Master Orikawa used the mysterious cold ice as a container, and Ah Fei cut his palm without hesitation to let the blood flow.
At this point, it can only take a gamble. Master Orikawa should not bother to deceive the beast, since it can't beat him anyway. If he really covets its bloodline, he can just capture it and drain its blood. Why would he make up a story about the marrow cleansing milk to deceive the beast
It has been eating and drinking for free in Yingzhou for the past hundred years, so even if it really didn't have the marrow cleansing milk, it's not a loss...
The blood of the Yanling Qilin beast was light gold in color, and the strong smell of blood gradually spread, making Mu Lin feel a little uncomfortable. She watched from the side with a frown.
"That's enough." Orikawa placed a small milky white bottle in front of Ah Fei, who was dizzy and recovering from his wounds. He swallowed the bottle without paying attention to his wounds. His huge head shook, and his flames dimmed.
Mu Lin squatted down and ran his fingertips across the bleeding wounds on its wrists. The hideous wounds slowly healed.
"Mumu..."
Mu Lin looked at it calmly, "Go to my room first."
"Okay..." Ah Fei's joy at getting the marrow cleansing milk seemed to have faded a lot. He felt vaguely that he had lost something. He walked away dejectedly, looking back every few steps.
Mu Lin did not look back at it, but looked at her master calmly. Master Zhechuan did not say anything to her, but only patiently refined the beast blood. The firelight reflected his handsome face, so indifferent.
Master Zhechuan spent a full hour to refine a bowl of beast blood into a drop of red gold. He raised his hand and waved it, and the lid of the Qihongmao Ding opened automatically, and the black and red sword wrapped in flames could be vaguely seen.
The sword came out of the cauldron and floated above it.
The red flames gradually faded, revealing its true appearance. It was a slender sword with a clear and smooth blade and a black hilt with intricate patterns. Master Orikawa finally tempered it with Qilin blood, making it more radiant and bright.
Mu Lin suddenly remembered a passage: The sword is a sacred item in ancient times, supreme and precious, revered by both humans and gods. It is the ancestor of short weapons and a weapon for close combat. With its profound Taoist art, it has become a legend. In fact, because it is light to carry, elegant to wear, and quick to use, kings, dukes, scholars, knights, merchants and common people in all dynasties are proud to hold it.
Is she going to have a sword too
"Lin'er, use your blood to sharpen the blade."
"yes."
Mu Lin stepped forward and took down the newly forged three-foot-long sword, and slid his palm down along one side of the blade. Blood gushed out and dripped along the tip of the sword, but Mu Lin didn't even frown.
As the magic sword hummed, Mu Lin was bounced away.
"It doesn't recognize me." Mu Lin was a little surprised. She then stepped forward again and grasped the other side of the sword. Blood flowed down again, like a bloody feast.
Mu Lin's eyes were filled with glaring red. Her other hand gently stroked the hilt of the sword. The magic sword was about to repel Mu Lin again, and Mu Lin suddenly pressed her forehead against the hilt.
A golden mark suddenly appeared on Mu Lin's forehead, which was extremely simple and profound, mysterious and unpredictable. Then it shattered with a bang, turning into floating gold dots and dissipating in the air. Then it gathered again, but the light was slightly dimmer than before, and disappeared on Mu Lin's forehead.
Mu Lin spat out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly her eyes went dark, and she lost consciousness. Her black hair grew uncontrollably, and in an instant it fell all over the floor. The immortal sword in her hand turned into a stream of light, and penetrated into her forehead.
"Rin'er, wake up, Rin'er!" Master Orikawa hugged his disciple and frowned.
If he guessed correctly, the golden mark was a seal.
Mu Lin kept wandering in her dream, but she couldn't find a way out. She looked up and saw the sky that was so dark that it was purple, dotted with stars, and there was an empty space under her feet. It seemed that something invisible was supporting her and preventing her from falling. She walked step by step, stopped when she was tired, and continued walking when she had rested enough, not knowing where she was going.