"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 his 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. 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 run into 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 Xiyuan stood in the room. Fifty years later, Mo Yunshan's disciple house is 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 the sleeping time was too long, 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 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, his hair was as black as ink and draped over his shoulders like satin; 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, his thin and slender body was faintly revealed.

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.

"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 poured in one after another, but they were mixed together in a confused way.

"Sorry, my memory is a bit confusing, was Elder Huang who saved me?"

"When Shizun treated you back then," Mo Zhiqi said, "you have already exploded the sea of ​​consciousness, your meridians have been broken, and your spiritual power has leaked out. He tried his best to barely protect your body before it disintegrated. Thankfully. 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. 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, thirty 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 tingling all over your body now, and the sea of ​​consciousness is also uncomfortable, right? "