"Fifty years ago, Senior Brother entered Taoism with swords, right?"

"Yes."

Mo Zhiqi was silent for a while, then raised his head and looked at Mu Xiyuan: "Then this time, the chance for senior brother, I am afraid, is the heart instead of the sword. In the future, if you practice the exercises, you will not follow the sword, but move with your heart, but it will be more smooth."

There are thousands of cultivators, but each has different opportunities. The reason why no one can explain it clearly is because the moment of entering the Dao and breaking through is mysterious, it may be the knowledge of the sword, it may be the sense of sight, or even enlightenment by unraveling the knot of the heart, so there is a "put down the butcher's knife". Become a Buddha on the ground." When the opportunity comes, naturally understand;

The two were talking, but they heard a knock on the door. It was the eldest disciple, Gu Weijie, who came over.

"Is something wrong?" Mo Zhiqi nodded at him.

"Zheng Sect sent someone to say that this year's array inspection will be the turn of Tiankui and Tianji, and asked if you have decided on the candidate. If you are ready, you can go down the mountain in a few days."

"I see, I need to think about this matter again, and I will send someone to reply later." Mo Zhiqi sent the eldest disciple off, and then turned back to ask Mu Xiyuan: "Senior brother still doesn't know about the inspection of the magic circle, right?"

"I really don't know about this." Mu Xiyun replied: "Sometimes I hear the brothers mention it, but it's just a few words, I don't know the details."

"The magic circle was built after you fell asleep, so of course you don't know it." Mo Zhiqi put down the teacup. "However, it was also because of the Lin Moyuan War that year."

In the war that year, all the disciples of Immortal Sect participated in the war, and the losses were not small. The head of Mo Yunshan was injured, and Mu Xiyun died; the head of the Qin family in Taiyuan fell. There are also large and small sects, the dead and the wounded, the vitality of the immortal world is greatly damaged, and the children of each sect wither. At this time, the head of Moyun Mountain, Zheng Geng Ran, proposed to gather the power of various factions to find a place with abundant spiritual power in the Central Plains and build five great circles.

The magic circle absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, gathers sand into a tower, and creates a holy place for cultivating immortals. Disciples of all sects can send their disciples to practice in the spiritual array by doing their best to replenish a certain number of spiritual stones for the spiritual array every year.

Before this, there were many cultivators in the human world, and they all knew that Zhong Ling's handsomeness was more than half the effort, and there were often cases of competition for territory. In the early years, there was also a fight for Lingshan. The human monks slaughtered the demon clan, forcing the demon clan to move to the Demon Realm. And the faction that wins the spiritual land must also be strictly guarded, for fear of letting others take advantage. Regardless of the friction between other sects, just grabbing the land will cause a lot of friction in the world of immortals.

The battle of Linmoyuan has alerted some people of insight that the human world cannot avoid disputes and enjoy peace forever. If the talents are not replenished in time and the strength is strengthened, someday the Demon Realm or the Demon Realm will stir up the situation again, and I am afraid that the consequences cannot be imagined. Therefore, when the head of Zheng, who led the heroes to turn the tide in the battle of Linmoyuan, proposed to build a spiritual array, everyone expressed their support. In just two years, the five major spiritual formations have been completed. The various sects send their disciples there every year, and the disputes are eliminated for a while, and the various sects cooperate with each other. Moyun Mountain has also won the unanimous praise of the hundred schools of Xianmen.

The magic circle operates automatically and does not require much maintenance. Moyunshan will send several disciples to inspect every year, replenish spiritual stones, and solve some local troubles by the way. This season, it was the turn of Tiankui and Tianji.

Mo Zhiqi went back and thought about it for a few days, and left Mu Xiyun behind after the morning class one day.

"I've been thinking about it for the past few days," Mo Zhiqi said, "You were originally a disciple of Tianliang Peak, and you already mastered swordsmanship fifty years ago. No one can teach you anything about swordsmanship. Work hard on your own. The art of fighting can only be learned in actual combat. You will never learn anything new in my peak. You are talented and intelligent. Now that three months have passed, you have surpassed most of your disciples in medical skills. There is really no reason to keep you in the peak. That being the case, it would be better to leave this inspection of the circle to you."

There is another reason that Elder Mo did not explicitly say. Mu Xiyuan has not had any major mood swings since New Year's Eve. Looking at such a stone-like person every day, Elder Mo also feels that life is not easy, so let him go down the mountain for a walk, maybe it can be changed by chance.

"Disciple understands," Mu Xiyun said politely, "I'll prepare now."

He turned around and walked out of the classroom. Under the eaves, a pair of swallows were flying out of their nests and chasing away in the sun.

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Chapter 5 Shock

Speaking of preparation, Mu Xiyun didn't have much to organize. Returning to this world alone, what I have with me now is only a few sets of Mo Yunshan's disciple uniforms and a few medical books. Packing it with a small bag is the end of the management.

The night before he left, Mo Zhiqi came to the disciple's house, looked at Mu Xiyuan's small package, and couldn't help but laugh. If you find someone at random and give him a chance to live again, in all likelihood, that person will be cautious and trembling, lest he will have a bad life. But there are very few people who don't care about life like this junior brother.

Mo Zhiqi took off a sword he was carrying and handed it to Mu Xiyun.

"The name of this sword is Chixia, and it was obtained by chance when the master was traveling. Although it is not comparable to the treasure of Lingshan, it can be regarded as the hand of a famous family."

Mu Xiyuan drew out his sword, the sword light was icy, and the thin blade of the sword was radiant with cold air under the light of the light. "Good sword!" Mu Xiyun returned the sword and sheathed it, "Elder Mo is too polite, and Mu Xiyun is ashamed of it for cutting his love like this."

"It's nothing, nothing," Mo Zhiqi said with a smile, "I'm a medical student, and practicing swordsmanship is just to keep fit, I can't compare to you slaying demons and slaying demons outside." After speaking, he took out some silver taels, dry food, etc. with him. Items, while loading Mu Xiyun, he warned: "Be careful when you go out, your body is different from the past, and the fusion of soul and body is not so easy. I have never experienced such a thing, so I can't give you too much. Lots of suggestions," he said, and he took out another bottle of elixir, "This bottle of solid elixir can help you stabilize your spiritual power and calm your meridians. If you really feel uncomfortable, take one or two pills."

"Actually..." Mu Xiyuan pondered: "It's okay." Pain can let people know that he is still alive.