The formation of Shanhaicheng is not far from Moyun Mountain. From the point of view of the golden dragon, it is just above the dragon claw on the chest, so it is nicknamed the dragon claw formation. Coincidentally, there are five continuous mountain ranges around the array, just in the shape of dragon claws, and the array is in the palm of these five claws, like a pearl held in the dragon claws.

Mu Xiyun and Qin Le rushed all the way, and finally reached Longclaw Mountain in the evening.

The place where the spiritual formation is located was originally a wilderness. Because there were many immortal cultivators coming and going, some people began to sell some food and items beside the formation. One and two business developed, and those who provided services for the immortals slowly built beside the formation. From the village, the name is called Dragon Claw Village.

The two rushed to the entrance of the village and saw a young man waving to them from a distance. Mu Xiyun and Qin Le turned over and dismounted, the young man's legs were a little lame, and they came up and asked, "But the immortal from Moyun Mountain?"

Mu Xiyun nodded.

The man said again, "I am the son of the village chief, my name is Wang Ping. My father received a letter from Jinjin Pavilion this morning and was waiting for you at home. Come with me, you two."

After he finished speaking, he led the two horses familiarly and limped ahead to lead the way.

Mu Xiyun and Qin Le followed him into the village. The village is not big, and at this time, every house has smoke from cooking. Wang Ping walked all the way and introduced: "Our village is all ordinary people. We live here because we sold some food to the cultivators here in the early years. Every household has a guest room, which can be borrowed by the immortals. Immortals are not used to living in a farmhouse, and there is an inn behind. My father said that the two of you came here in a hurry, it must be for Su Xianjun's business, let me take you to his place first, and you can stay at my house or an inn for the night. "

Mu Xiyuan nodded and said, "The village chief has been bothered. For the time being, let's clarify the matter of Senior Brother Su, and the accommodation will be convenient."

Qin Le also repeatedly said yes.

The village is not big, and we have already arrived at the door of the village chief while we are talking.

The houses in Longzuo Village are different from the white walls and gray tiles of the Jiangnan dwellings. The village chiefs use red bricks and red tiles, and they also use large stones to accumulate walls or directly use wooden boards to separate the rooms. All ridges are upturned at both ends, forming a graceful arc.

Passing through the gate, there is a patio. An old man with white hair and beard is sitting on a high chair in the main room smoking a hookah. The blue smoke and white mist shrouded his face, making it difficult to see.

Seeing Mu Xiyun and Qin Le enter the door, the old man stood up, still holding a hookah bag, and salutes them: "This old man is the village chief of this Dragon Claw Village, and I have seen two immortals."

Mu Xiyun and Qin Le stepped aside to give way, not daring to accept the old man's salute, and said with the salute of the younger generation: "The old man is polite. We are here for the matter of Senior Brother Su. I don't know what news is there now?"

The old village chief gave them their seats, and after a while, Wang Ping brought tea.

The village chief took another puff of cigarette, and white smoke was exhaled from his mouth. "You two, don't blame the old man for being rude, but I'm getting old, and I always have pain in my body. I need these tobaccos to relieve it." He paused and continued: "Su Xianjun came to Longclaw Village to live with me. Among the tobaccos of this old hookah, there is a medicinal name of purple core grass, which is used to remove dampness and relieve pain, and has the best effect. However, this purple core grass grows in the mountains, and it is not easy to store for a long time, so it must go to the mountains every few months. Picking. A few days ago, my son accidentally fell off while repairing the roof, and Su Xianjun helped to connect the broken leg."

Having said this, the old man wiped the corners of his eyes: "Su Xianjun is a good person. Seeing that my purple core grass is running out, he took the initiative to ask the place and went to the mountains to help me collect medicine. Alas, my old arms and legs hurt. Now, Su Xianjun can't have an accident."

The two finally understood the reason for the matter, and they couldn't help but feel relieved. Speaking of which, picking herbs is not a difficult task for Su Yanjun. If it is said that herbs are hard to find or that he wants to collect more, it is possible to delay his life.

Mu Xiyuan comforted the old village chief for a while, then the old man held back his tears and hurriedly called his son to serve the guests.

Stayed in the village chief's room that night. After a day's drive, Qin Le was already exhausted and fell asleep almost as soon as his head touched the pillow.

Listening to Qin Le's uniform snoring, although Mu Xiyuan was weak, he was always thinking about Gu Qingqiao's injury. The sudden realization last night made his heart chaotic, and the anxiety still flooded his mind from time to time. After lying on the bed for half an hour with his eyes open, Mu Xiyun finally got out of bed in his clothes and came to the courtyard of the house.

The night is cold as water, and the moon is already on its head. The moonlight shone into the small patio, illuminating the bluestone on the ground as bright as a mirror. Mu Xiyun found a small bench and sat in the patio to watch the moon.

A door creaked softly, and an old, hunched figure came out. The old village chief was wearing a short sleeveless jacket and a robe, and he saw Mu Xiyuan as soon as he walked out of the door.

"What's the matter, young man, is it uncomfortable to sleep in the bed?"

Mu Xiyun got up quickly and said, "No, no. I... I just have something on my mind, I need to think about it."

"I have something on my mind, then I really can't help." The old man smiled and said, "Looking at you like this reminds me of someone."

Mu Xiyun smiled and asked, "I don't know who you are talking about?"

"Ah, that's one of my senior brothers."

"Oh?" Mu Xiyuan was slightly surprised: "The old man also studied with a teacher?"

"Ah, that was all sixty years ago." The old man glanced at Mu Xiyuan, and seeing that he was not impatient, he continued: "I was only ten years old at that time, and I just joined the teacher's door.After mastering, he was handed over to the master to learn the art. My master is just like you, who likes to sit on the ground and watch the moon, and it takes a few hours."

Mu Xiyun's heart moved slightly. Does the person who likes to watch the moon have the same concern as me?

"My senior brother is a hard worker. He was a slave that my master bought from the desert. It is said that at that time it was not a purchase at all. It was just a gift for the desert minerals and herbs. My master is a person who refines medicine, and this kind of worthlessSlaves have naturally become his test subjects."

"Test medicine?" Mu Xiyuan was puzzled.