Mu Lin stayed up for two nights to refine the medicine.
Ao Xin took the three bottles of 18 pills and gave her a friendly smile: "You gave so many to Aunt Long, she can't use them all, why not give me some in exchange."
Refining medicine requires a high degree of concentration. Mu Lin is a little tired now. He looked at him lazily and said, "What do you want to exchange?"
"My East China Sea is vast and rich in resources. What doesn't it have?"
Mu Lin hit the nail on the head: "Don't you have Tan Xue Bao Ning Dan?"
"… It's not that there isn't any, it's just that there's never enough." After Ao Xin temporarily took over as the Dragon King of the East China Sea, he found that the huge East China Sea was really hard to manage. Some habits gave him a headache. "It's difficult for the dragon race to give birth. Pregnant female dragons are irritable, and the couples are prone to fighting. During the fight, the dragon eggs in their bellies are likely to get into trouble."
"So take some pregnancy-preserving pills and continue fighting? Didn't I say that male dragons can't be more tolerant? Also, don't fool me. The Dragon King of the East China Sea gave birth to nine sons in a row, and it doesn't seem like they had difficulty giving birth."
"Okay, get out. I need to meditate and rest for a while."
It was simply impossible to communicate. Ao Xin slammed the door and left angrily.
Mu Lin ignored it, closed the palace gate, set up the barrier, got into position, and closed his eyes. His immortal power first ran a small cycle, then a large cycle, and all the fatigue in his body disappeared.
Mu Lin went to the outside of the Dragon Palace for a while and met many strange-looking marine creatures. She also greeted Ao Xin's three or four brothers and two nephews. Mu Lin was very impressed by the prosperity of the East China Sea Dragon King's family, and felt more and more that Ao Xin was fooling her.
Mu Lin didn't see Ao Xin until she returned to the guest room. Then she remembered that she had made Ao Xin angry and left before, and this guy was probably still mad at her.
"Irritable, petty, and narrow-minded..." Mu Lin shrugged and prepared to say goodbye to Ao Xin. It was time for her to set off for the north.
Mu Lin found the steward of the Dragon Palace and asked him to hand over the two bottles of pills to Ao Xin as a token of his appreciation for his visit to the Dragon Palace during the past two days.
"Are you going to the North Sea?" Ao Xin suddenly appeared. When he met Mu Lin's gaze, he couldn't help but snorted, but in the end he didn't care anymore.
“I guess so.”
Ao Xin frowned: "What do you mean by considered?"
"I will stop at other places along the way. I'm not in a hurry to get to Beihai."
Ao Xin originally wanted to go with her, but he couldn't leave Donghai for too long, and he didn't have that much free time to waste on the road. After hearing this, he gave up the idea and said coldly, "Goodbye, I won't see you off." Then he turned around and left.
Mu Lin was puzzled: "He changes his expression faster than turning the pages of a book. What's wrong with him?" As expected, she and this dragon only got along well when they were fighting.
The gestation period of a dragon fetus is long, so Mu Lin is not in a hurry to go to the North Sea. He walks and stops along the way, stopping from time to time to experience the local customs. A hundred years ago, the Middle Earth was still in ruins, but now it has been replaced by a prosperous scene. After asking, I learned that the dynasty has changed.
Mu Lin walked into a teahouse to rest. The storyteller was just telling the most exciting part - the founding emperor of the dynasty narrowly escaped the throne. The ups and downs of the voice reached Mu Lin's ears, making her listen unconsciously.
"…Emperor Taizu remained calm in the face of a huge crisis. He was truly calm and composed. On the contrary, the emperor, whom he supported, looked pale and his legs were shaking like sieves…"
Mu Lin smiled lightly, taking it as a joke. The little emperor of the previous dynasty might not be so bad, and the usurper might not be so indifferent. It was just a matter of opinion.
When the storyteller finished telling this story, Mu Lin rewarded him with a silver coin and asked him to tell it again from beginning to end.
There was not much good tea in the town, but Mu Lin drank a whole pot of tea while listening to this history. He drank, listened and thought, the previous dynasty had only lasted for a few decades and had run out of luck, but fortunately it had not experienced any major turmoil.
That year, she and her master went to the imperial capital, passed through the unfinished mausoleum of the previous emperor, arrived at the place where the dragon vein was, and gave it a piece of Xiuyan jade to repair its wounds.
The storyteller narrated the legendary life of Emperor Qi Cang with great interest. When he talked about his difficult experiences in his early years, Mu Lin finally remembered an event from the past.
I couldn't help but think of that night in the mine, the handsome young man who looked like an extraordinary person, and his noble temperament could not be concealed even in his gray and baggy prison uniform. Qi Cang, who was still a prisoner at that time, was the owner of Xiuyan Jade.
Mu Lin suddenly realized that this was the cause and effect cycle. Mu Lin had to admire Qi Cang, who was truly a man of extraordinary talent and determination.
Mu Lin only sighed for a moment and soon put the matter behind him.
She has traveled thousands of miles across mountains and rivers, tasted hundreds of delicacies, but she can't help but feel sad when she sees them. Because she and her master have walked this road together.
The master, dressed in white clothes as white as snow, always followed behind her, with a calm face and gentle eyes. She liked being watched by the master like that. No matter what she was doing at the time, she always seemed to be at ease. She could do what she liked as she pleased, laugh or worry, and always have endless fun.
Mu Lin deliberately took a detour to the west and ate many local delicacies along the way, including Shangzhou glutinous rice cakes, mutton soup buns, sour soup dumplings, etc., and was very satisfied.
From the sparsely populated area to the uninhabited desert, from the vast grassland to the endless sand. The fire element became more and more abundant, making Mu Lin feel more comfortable.
A solitary smoke rises straight up in the desert, and the sun sets over the long river.
We have already crossed the boundary that mortals can set foot on. At a glance, there is an endless expanse of red land under our feet. Even the air is hotter than elsewhere, and there is a faint fluctuation of the fire element. Occasionally, a few black dead trees and gradually weathered animal skeletons can be seen, making the place even more desolate and bleak.
This place is called Dazhui Desert. According to legend, the ancient mythical beast Swallowing Sky Bird died here, and its flesh and blood were left in the wilderness. The red lotus fire on its body burned for thousands of years before gradually extinguishing, causing this place to be desolate to this day.
Mu Lin bought a white tight-fitting robe from a foreign merchant, matched with a black veil, and walked into the Dazhui Desert step by step amid their shock and dissuasion.
If I guessed correctly, the legendary burial place of the earth god Yuan Ke and the Xichuan God's Secret Realm are here. There are countless treasures and creations inside, even including legendary artifacts.
The Xichuan secret realm has attracted the covetousness of countless immortals and demons, but no one knows the exact location, and no one can enter. It is said that the gods can sense the burial place of the dead, but they are bound by unwritten rules and will not easily disturb the place where the dead gods live.
Mu Lin came to Dazhui Desert just to try her luck. She felt that exploring secret places was also a good way to gain experience. Even if she could only take a look at the secret places, it was still a great experience. So she kept releasing her spiritual consciousness to the area within a hundred miles.
Obviously her luck was not good. She did not encounter the opening of the secret realm, but encountered a raging sandstorm.
The sky in the northwest was already red, gradually swallowing up the gray-blue in the southeast. Mu Lin sighed, and the Yao Ning Sword emerged from her brows, transforming into countless sword shadows that completely enveloped her.
In the blink of an eye, a strong wind and haze came, and falling pieces of snow were like red carbon seeds, one after another. After a while, they stopped, and the sun was about to set, turning red and yellow... When the storm passed, Mu Lin, who was standing there, had disappeared.
Mu Lin looked far ahead. On the green grassland with snow-capped mountains and blue sky as the background, towering was a majestic and magnificent red palace that could never appear in this world. She was sure that she was standing in the land where gods lived.
Mu Lin really didn't expect that she would enter the Xichuan Divine Relics Secret Realm like this. The time went back to half an hour ago: Mu Lin walked into the sandstorm. Because the Yao Ning Sword was tightly shrouding her surroundings, she was wrapped in the red sand into an oval sand cocoon.
The light in front of his eyes was completely blocked, and the sound of buzzing swords and raging storms came from all around. He didn't know when his feet suddenly felt empty, and Mu Lin felt that he was falling continuously.
With a muffled sound, the sand cocoon seemed to sink into something and remained motionless. Mu Lin must have been lying inside it. She tried to move a few times, but found that the place where it stayed was not stable, and it swayed slightly left and right with her movements.
Mu Lin lay quietly like this for a while, not noticing any movement around her, and it seemed that there was no danger for the time being. She put the Yao Ning Sword between her eyebrows, and used her spiritual consciousness to cover the sand cocoon, and carefully felt it, but found that the sand cocoon was not very firm to her.
The immortal power in Mu Lin's body flowed, she bent her fingers and tapped lightly, she heard a shattering sound in her ears, followed by a series of shattering sounds, her eyes suddenly lit up, light poured in, and she fell flat on the red sand.
Mu Lin stood up, brushed off the sand on her body, and looked up to see the solemn and magnificent palace in the distance. She was shocked and walked closer. She was even more shocked when she observed it up close, and she found that this was not a mirage, but a real palace where gods lived.
There was a plaque above the palace, with only a divine symbol on it. Mu Lin looked up for a moment, feeling a sense of déjà vu and a splitting headache.
She had read many books and had seen records about the magic talisman, so she could tell it apart, but she didn't know what it meant. Mu Lin looked at it for a while and then took a break. She spent a quarter of an hour memorizing it in her mind, thinking about asking her master after returning to Yingzhou.
The palace gate was open. Mu Lin remembered that it was clearly closed when she saw it from a distance. She didn't believe that she was wrong and became secretly alert.
Singing gradually spread from the palace gate, from far to near, from soft to loud. The singing voice could not be distinguished between men and women, and the lyrics did not sound like any known language, but it was like strands of thread, or like white and light feathers, gently lingering around Mu Lin's ears, attracting her mind and soothing her soul...
Mu Lin was deeply attracted by its rhythm. The song was so special and so charming that she was attracted to hum along with it, and the two echoed each other from inside and outside.
If someone was listening at this moment, they would definitely find that except for the difference in the voice, the tune of the song Mu Lin sang was exactly the same as that in the palace, and even the pronunciation was almost the same.
She seemed to be born with this language, just like a child who is familiar with the scent of her mother and is naturally close to her.