Cultivating immortals is a hard job

One year after the Fengyi meeting, Liangyi Sect recruited disciples. Perhaps to make up for the loss of the last time, this time the sect selection was unprecedented.

But then again, no matter how many low-level disciples there were, it would be difficult to restore the sect's vitality in the short term.

After the selection, someone sent two boys to serve Mo Xun, but he refused them.

He had almost no hobbies except boring practice. As for fighting for power, forming gangs, and cultivating forces, he had no interest at all.

Who knows, he will suddenly leave one day. What do he need so many servants and disciples for?

In addition, a year ago, an elder who had been trapped in the late stage of foundation building for decades suddenly formed a pill.

On the day of the thunder tribulation, Mo Xun went to observe it.

This is also the only person in the sect who successfully formed a pill in the past few years.

In order to boost the momentum, the sect also held a celebration ceremony, but Mo Xun did not attend.

As for the foundation builders, it is said that there are a few of them every year, but these did not cause much waves.

After the Fengyi meeting, his reputation for alchemy seemed to have improved a little.

During this period, some people came to visit him, some to make friends, and many to ask for alchemy.

But this time, he was no longer as repellent as before.

Occasionally, when he encountered some elixirs that he had not refined before, he would take them, on the one hand for research, and on the other hand, he also wanted to make further progress in the way of alchemy.

On this day, Mo Xun was still studying the classics in the cave. In front of him, there were dozens of small stones, arranged in strange patterns at his feet.

These stones were magical. Sometimes, because of the addition of one or two stones, complex changes would immediately appear, and they would become completely different.

In this case, Mo Xun would often frown and ponder for a long time.

Suddenly, a sound transmission note flew in the air, and Mo Xun instinctively grabbed it.

"Brother Lin, how are you?"

Although the voice was a little strange, Mo Xun still recognized it. It was Hu Weizhou, who had not contacted him for several years.

Since the last demon calamity, Hu Weizhou has been in seclusion to heal his wounds, and he has not even appeared at the Fengyi Conference.

"If you have time, you can follow this direction and come to my house for a chat!"

After hearing this, Mo Xun gently crushed the sound transmission note with his fingertips, and he probably guessed the intention of this sentence in his heart.

It seems that the matter should be on the way!

In fact, three years ago, Mo Xun did send a few sound transmission notes to this person, but did not receive a reply.

He thought that the other party had left Liangyi Sect, but he suddenly appeared again.

To be honest, in addition to studying the art of formation hard over the years, he has always been concerned about the old demon Qianji.

Who can not be tempted by the secret method of forming pills?

And in the past few years, he has not given up on inquiring about the old demon Qianji, and has heard some rumors more or less.

I saw him brush his sleeves, and the stones on the ground disappeared instantly.

…

A remote and spiritual hillside.

It was another spring day, the sun was shining, and the eyes were full of red and green.

Not far away, the stream was gurgling, and a few playful birds flew from the branches, drawing arcs of light in the sky.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly rough Hu Weizhou chose such a beautiful place to live.

Mo Xun stood on a stone and looked around for a long time.

Over the years, he didn't know how many places he had been to, but it was rare for him to calm down and appreciate the scenery of a place.

Perhaps this kind of elegance will only be available after he achieves the Great Dao!

After a long time, he took out a sound transmission talisman and threw it out.

In Hu Weizhou's cave, the two sat opposite each other, on the delicately carved white jade table, there was a pot of sake and two square cups.

Hu Weizhou obviously enjoyed it more than Mo Xun.

Not only is the cave decorated gorgeously, but even all the utensils are extremely luxurious.

In fact, it is no wonder that this person has been trapped in the current realm for more than a decade, and has not been able to make any progress for such a long time. He can only spend these long years in this kind of decadence.

But Mo Xun is different. Since he embarked on this road, he has never had a day of leisure.

It is precisely because of this that he can cultivate to this level with four-attribute mixed spiritual roots for decades.

Perhaps when he is a hundred years old, the Dan-forming thunder tribulation will be the best reward for him.

He thought so and so!

In fact, there are many people like him who practice hard in the world of immortal cultivation, but there are few who can persist.

"Brother Lin, how are you recently?"

Mo Xun smiled and raised the wine glass, pretending to take a sip.

"Not bad, but Brother Hu, judging from the complexion, the injury should be almost healed, right?"

Hu Weizhou smiled heartily and toasted again from afar.

This man is obviously a wine lover, and he is also a particular person. Let alone the taste of the wine, this exquisite wine vessel alone is probably worth a lot of money.

"To be honest with you, Brother Lin, I recovered a few years ago, and then I went on a long journey. It has only been a few days since I returned to the sect."

Mo Xun suddenly realized that it was no wonder that he had asked several times but received no response.

After a while of greeting, Hu Weizhou finally got to the point.

"Brother Lin, do you know why I went out this time?"

Mo Xun pretended to be hesitant and asked, "Is it the matter I mentioned last time?"

"Hehe, Brother Lin is really smart. On the one hand, he went out this time to visit an old friend, and on the other hand, he took a look at that secret place again."

Having said this, Hu Weizhou suddenly stood up, with a touch of emotion in his tone.

"Alas! In the past ten years, this is actually the third time that Hu has gone to that place."

After saying this, Hu Weizhou fell into silence for a short time, looking into the distance with a pair of blurred eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

But Mo Xun heard something unusual.

"Brother Hu, is there something wrong with that place?"

Hu Weizhou sighed again and nodded.

"Hu Mou will naturally make it clear to Brother Lin about this matter..."

Next, the two talked for more than an hour before Mo Xun stood up to leave, but his face showed a bit more solemnity.

As soon as I returned to the cave, a voice suddenly came from my mind.

Mo Xun hurried to the secret room. On the wall was a portrait covered with thick dust.

"Have you finished your retreat?"

In the past five years, Gongyang has not said a word. This is the longest silence since the two met.

"So be it!"

This voice lacked the stubbornness of the past and was a bit tired.

"So, you have found a way to bring your soul back into the body?"

The words "resurrection into the body" are actually a bit inappropriate when placed on Gong Yang. However, this is what this old guy said when he was in seclusion, so Mo Xun just listened to it.