Standing on the ground, the sun shines, and feel dizzy.

"Oh, be careful!" Sister Chen, who was cooking, hurriedly came to help. This child was born handsome, but his body was too thin, and his pale face even made his eyes look like black jade, which was really pitiful.

"Master Zhang, where are you going?" Sister-in-law Chen asked the older young man with the meal.

"Oh, just call me Zhang Jinjin. My cousin and I will go to Nanping."

"Nanping!" Chen leader of the caravan sighed: "This road is thousands of miles away!"

"Oh, there's no way!" Zhang Jinjin sighed, and said softly, "My cousin's house was hit by disaster. His parents both died in the landslide. He was weak and had no way to make money. My father felt sorry for my sister's early death. Just let me take him, handle some business along the way, and go back to Nanping together."

Uncle Zhao filled half a bowl of rice, the vegetables were piled up, and handed to Zhang Jinjin: "Eat quickly, be careful if you eat cold and your stomach hurts. Follow our car to Evian Town, and if you go on your own, it won't be far. It's gone!"

"Okay, thank you uncle."

Evian Town... The young man in black carried the kitten back to the car, leaning against the wall of the car in a daze.

The horse neighed, the carriage shook gently, and the caravan set off again.

Zhang Jinjin got into the carriage and sat on the soft slump beside the warm road, when he heard the young man in black ask lazily, "What story did you make up to deceive people? I was so moved that the aunt gave you a double serving of meals. , I'm so sick of eating."

"Hey, that's how you are," Zhang Jinjin sighed. "I'll be complaining about you when you're good. If I knew earlier, I shouldn't have dug you out of Fumo Mountain."

"Regret?" The young man glanced at him sideways: "It's still too late to bury me back now."

"Oh, forget it. It took me so many precious medicinal materials and spells to finally turn you from a pile of ashes into a human being. Is it easy for me, Gu! Qing! Bridge!"

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Gu Qingqiao: Oh, it's not easy, I, who live in my memories, finally appeared. Why so slow?

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Gu Qingqiao: Forget it, it’s still more important for my family, Ah Yun!

Chapter 4 Spirit Formation (Repair)

Days passed, and Mu Xiyuan had been living in Tianji Peak for three months. Winter comes to spring, the grass grows and the warbler flies, the plum blossoms fall from the branches, and the plum leaves are already lush in a blink of an eye. The peach blossoms at the foot of the mountain are blooming brilliantly, and the disciples on the mountain are still laughing.

Since the breakthrough of meditation on New Year's Eve, Mu Xiyuan's swordsmanship has also made great progress. In the past three months, he has practiced hard day and night, and the sword qi has been able to operate freely. It is as real. In the sea of ​​​​knowledge, spiritual power gradually gathers, and the meridians are also greatly expanded. According to the experience of fifty years ago, breaking through the sword qi realm and entering the sword intent should not be far away.

But always felt that practice was hindered and couldn't make progress.

On this day, after practicing swordsmanship, he returned to the disciple's room to meditate. Not long after, he felt that there was movement in his meridians, and he was busy urging his inner breath to gather the spiritual energy of his body. The aura is running faster and faster, and there is a faint like a breakthrough. Mu Xiyun took a deep breath and urged her spirit into the sea. The spiritual energy was constantly circling in the sea of ​​consciousness, but the body did not feel as comfortable as it should, but instead felt as stiff as a stone. Suddenly, Mu Xiyun's body shook violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ge Liang was playing under his window at the moment. Hearing the strange movement, he glanced into the window with his head and saw his brother was vomiting blood and his face was frighteningly pale, so he hurriedly called the brothers.

Gu Weijie took Mu Xiyuan's hand and probed for his pulse, only to feel his inner qi rushing around. He tried to input a small amount of spiritual power, but he was immediately counterattacked. The spiritual power of the counterattack was extremely gloomy and cold, and it shot straight like an ice arrow. Gu Weijie's right shoulder was sore, and he lost consciousness in his right arm. He took two steps back and did not dare to try again, when Mo Zhiqi had already strode in.

Mo Zhiqi grasped Mu Xiyuan's hand and knew that the matter was serious, so he hurriedly told his disciples to move him into the cold cave of the grotto, and instructed the disciples to practice their own cultivation without disturbing them. The handprints put the infuriating energy into the coffin.

An hour later, Mu Xiyun's face slowly recovered a little blood, and his body no longer trembled. Mo Zhiqi withdrew his spiritual power and greeted the disciples to send him back to the room.

When Mu Xiyuan woke up, it was the next morning.

He fixedly looked at the top of the bed, the pain in the meridians was still lingering. He is not afraid of pain, pain, only to feel that he is still alive. If, if there was no one to save him yesterday, just let him go, is it also a kind of happiness?

With the sound of footsteps, Mo Zhiqi pushed open the door and entered.

Mu Xiyun rolled over and got out of bed, and said with a salute, "Thank you, Elder, for your help!"

"No need." Looking at his expression, Mo Zhiqi knew that his body should be fine, but this state of mind made him feel a bit cold again.

"Do you know why you're going crazy? According to your temperament, you shouldn't be too impatient."

"It's really strange," Mu Xiyuan pondered: "Fifty years ago, my realm was only high and not low, and the trace of spiritual power's transformation was also clear in my heart. When it was activated yesterday, there was no abnormality." , then described the feeling at that time.

Reaching out his hand to check his pulse again, Mo Zhiqi said, "Your true qi has been straightened out, but there is a cold and stagnant qi in your body, which is still stagnant." Mo Zhiqi got up and poured two cups of tea, holding it by himself. He sipped a cup, pondered for a while, and asked, "Do you remember when you broke through on New Year's Eve, what was the chance?"

"That day?" Mu Xiyuan recalled, "Before the spiritual power was activated that day, under the plum tree... I remembered an... old friend."

"But what's the difference?" Mo Zhiqi asked.

The feeling in his heart was uncertain, Mu Xiyuan hesitated: "Last time, there seemed to be a small unknown force that was condensing the spiritual power in the meridians, but when the spiritual power was smooth, it disappeared."

"So what about this time?"

"The same as fifty years ago, after practicing swordsmanship, the spiritual power is activated, and the signs are the same as before. That's why I thought that I was about to break through, and luck pushed the spirit into the sea. It's just... I haven't seen that small force appear."