Chapter Ninety-Seven: My Name Is Quan Cheng

"Look at that man, who is he?" ......

"Although the clothes are seriously damaged, I'm sure it's our red-clothed disciple of Muyue Peak. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

"Then isn't this person one of the two red-clothed disciples of our Muyue Peak!"

"Two red-clothed disciples, one is called Mo Wusheng, and the other is called Zhou Linxi. I've heard that both of them have surpassed the real level in strength. ā€

"Look at this person holding a green bamboo cane in his hand, it should be the strongest Mo Wusheng, look at his body, I really don't know where he went and came back......?"

Under the discussion and strange gaze of others, Mo Wusheng re-received a set of Muyue Red Clothes from the Internal Affairs Department of Muyue Peak, and exchanged the high price of sixty-five Tianxian Jue for a month's cultivation opportunity in the extremely cold secret realm of Bijia Peak.

Different from the desolate and uninhabited Extreme Fire Secret Realm of Muyue Peak, the Extremely Cold Secret Realm of Bijia Peak has houses built of ice bricks everywhere, and there are also ice caves directly carved out of the iceberg, and more people are directly naked and meditating in the cold current.

All the reasons are because Bijia Peak is a vein of the Heavenly String Sect Master's cultivation of body exercises.

Among the cultivators, most of them cultivate in those difficult environments between heaven and earth, grow up in killing, and firmly believe in the four characters of respect for the strong.

Because of this, body refiners generally have strong willpower and combat power, and their strength has always been relatively high.

The Extreme Cold Secret Realm is different from the Extreme Fire Secret Realm, it is a man-made secret realm, and before Mo Wusheng entered, he was warned by the disciples of Bijia Peak who were in charge of guarding it, and he could only cultivate in it, and he couldn't move any treasures when he found it.

As a disciple of Muyue Peak, stepping into the extremely cold secret realm to cultivate, it can be said that it is rare to see in a hundred years, and almost all the disciples of Bijia Peak who found Mo Wusheng showed surprise on their faces after discovering the Muyue pattern from Mo Wusheng's red clothes.

Although it caused a burst of discussion among the disciples of Bijia Peak, in the days when Mo Wusheng cultivated the Extreme Pulse of Cold in the Extremely Cold Secret Realm, there was no external sound to disturb him except for the sound of the cold wind whistling.

The days of cultivation in the Extreme Pulse of Cold are much longer than those of the Extreme Pulse of Fire, but fortunately, cultivating in the Extreme Cold Secret Realm does not have a time limit like in the Extreme Fire Secret Realm.

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There are many villages scattered around the Tianxian Sect in the Lanyin Wild Realm, and the people of these villages will worship the Tianxian Sect as much as possible if they have a little cultivation talent, and those who do not have the cultivation talent among the descendants of the Tianxian Sect will also be sent to settle in villages with similar blood relations, and it can be said that these villages are the main source of new disciples of the Tianxian Sect in the past.

As a result, these villages have been protected by the Tianxian Sect for a long time since they were founded.

Under the three-star aurora disaster, in order to protect the people in these villages, the Tianxian Sect also made an exception and brought all of them into the Tianxian Sect for refuge.

The rebuilding of villages was inevitable, and with the dedicated help of the disciples of the Tianxian Sect, most of the villages were successfully rebuilt in their original locations, while a few were relocated to better places.

It has been a few months since the end of the three-star aurora natural disaster, and the aura in the wild realm is already more abundant than in other places, plus the spiritual decay has disappeared, and the disciples of the Tianxian Sect have traveled through the clouds and rain to spread the wonderful method of Zemu, and the Lanyin wilderness has been covered by flowers and trees again.

Under the will of the Lanyin Demon Chief, the low-level demon beasts and beasts that were driven to flee to the territory of Lanyinye, and took refuge under the high-level spirit tree, were also driven away and returned to the periphery from the territory of Lanyinye.

Therefore, these villages have now regained their original business, planting spiritual plants, raising spiritual silkworms, making spiritual tea, hunting wild beasts and low-level demon beasts, and so on, as always, supplying the daily needs of the Tianxian Sect's Zhengguan disciples and sword-wielding disciples in the Tianxian Sect.

The dew fruit tree, the first rank of the spirit tree, the leaves are as small as lotus leaves, whenever enough rain and dew are left on the leaves, the leaves of the dew tree will gradually wrap the rain and dew and begin to bear fruit.

Under the abundant sunshine, it only takes three days for the dew fruit to ripen, and the ripe dew fruit is crystal clear, like a beautiful jade, which is the thing that the warbler head silkworm likes to eat.

Every year, there will be disciples of the Tianxian Sect who are responsible for going to Qixian Village to exchange spiritual rice and other things for the strings, so every household in Qixian Village lives very well.

Because the root system of the tree is well developed, the branches are thick and low, so the villagers of Qixian Village do not know when they began to build houses on the 100-year-old tree and live on the tree.

It is also because of living in a tree, under the three-star aurora disaster, the original Qixian Village was burned to ashes by merciless fire.

Nowadays, Qixian Village has been moved to the bottom of Sheephorn Mountain near the stream to rebuild, all the villagers have planted a fruit tree in the fields around their homes, which is born by the disciples of Mu Yuefeng with a secret method, it is already one meter high, the branches are luxuriant, and it is not a problem to feed a small number of warblers.

The original Qixian Village is beautiful and dreamy after the rain, which is enviable, and now the dew fruit tree grows to the point that people can live on the tree again, and the villagers must wait for nearly a hundred years.

After the warbler silkworm breaks out of its eggs, as long as each warbler eats two ripe dew fruits every day until the winter spins silk and forms cocoons, the villagers can get the best silk.

In order to make silk into strings, the villagers also need to go to the wild to collect many different kinds of medicinal herbs, hunt birds and monsters to obtain essence blood, and after concocting the medicinal liquid, seal the silk and the liquid medicine together in a porcelain jar, and sink into the water for 20 days.

After removing the porcelain jar from the water, it is necessary to add water and boil it for three days before the strings are made.

"Since the head of the Lu and Quan families disappeared with their young children out of the village to collect medicine, the village chief specially sent five teams of people to search for the direction where the Lu and Quan families left, but they didn't find them, and the two teams disappeared. ā€

"Not really!"

"If you want me to say that the village should have been rebuilt in its original place, we want to get acquainted with this strange place, and it is impossible to open the road without life. ā€ā€¦ā€¦

In the village temple of Qixian Village, the family members who came to discuss the rescue of people had mixed opinions, but none of them spoke out to advocate saving people, and no one found that under the incense case of the village temple, there was a 10-year-old child who had been eavesdropping.

When everyone discussed to no avail and left the village temple one after another, the child carefully drilled out the incense case.

Sob.

Whimper.

Helpless.

Fist.

The little boy turned around and took the three prayer red incense sticks on the incense table, lit the incense burner, closed his red eyes and prayed sincerely to the gods of the heavenly court, the twenty-four immortals, the ancestor of the heavenly strings, and the ancestors of the Seven Strings Village who had passed away from the Heavenly String Sect.

Nearly two hours have passed, and the child's originally red eyes have regained their brightness, and when he opens his eyes, he reveals a firmness that he has never felt before.

At night, there was a light rain, the lights of Qixian Village were extinguished, and the child left home with a small bag full of things, opened a small umbrella, and left Qixian Village.

The outer perimeter of Lanyin is now unshaded by the trees, and the flowers and vines are exposed to sufficient sunlight and grow rapidly, and the children are walking on the path opened up by their elders, and from time to time they are tripped by the newly grown flowers and vines.

An hour and a half passed, the child was covered with mud, his clothes were torn a few holes, and there were bruises and scratches on his face.

"Dingding, ding......" faintly, the child heard an unusual sound.

"Maybe I was afraid that I had auditory hallucinations. Although the boy thought this in his heart, his hand tightly grasped the long knife used to open the way in his hand.

"Ding, ding, rustling......"

"The sound is getting louder, it's not auditory hallucinations, it's really something approaching. Although the boy was frightened, he quickly hid behind a large rock and stared in the direction from which the sound came.

What appeared in front of the child's eyes was a green snake with the thickness of an adult man's fist.

The green snake coiled in the middle of the road opened up by Qixian Village, which frightened the child, and before he could reach a moment, a young man appeared and stood beside the green snake, which reassured the child.

The green snake that appeared in the eyes of the little boy was the Teng Snake Teng Yixin who had completed the transformation, and the young man was Mo Wusheng, who had completed the cultivation of the hot and cold bipolar veins and was wearing Muyue's red clothes.

"Who is hiding behind the rock? Smelling the thick defective demon exorcism powder, Mo Wusheng looked at the place where the child was hiding and shouted.

Although the red-clothed boy in Muyue worn by Mo Wusheng recognized it, Teng Yixin, who had transformed into a long-grown child, looked really hideous and terrifying, which made the child's footsteps hesitate and tremble when he came out.

"Hello, senior brother. ā€

Since Mo Wusheng cultivated the hot and cold bipolar veins, he has a special sense of cold and heat, and the line world constructed in his mind due to ignorance and spiritual consciousness has added color, and for this reason, Mo Wusheng 'sees' that the child is just an ordinary person.

"You're not a disciple of the Heavenly Strings Sect, are you?"

"It's true not yet, but when I become an adult, I will definitely join the Tianxian Sect. ā€

Mo Wusheng nodded, walked to Xiao Tong's side, rubbed Xiao Tong's head with his left hand, and said, "At your young age, even if you have practiced some fists and kicks with your elders and made full preparations when you leave the village, it is still very dangerous to walk alone in this barren mountain and wilderness at night. So be it. Then tell the senior brother where your village is, and the senior brother will send you back. ā€

Hearing this, Xiao Tong shook his head vigorously a few times and said, "Senior brother, even if I am chased by monsters, I don't want to go back." ā€

"Oh. Aren't the people in your village treating you badly?" Mo Wusheng asked in surprise.

"Not really. ā€

"Why on earth is that?"

"Because my father's team has disappeared, and the people sent by the village to look for it have disappeared two more times, and now no one in the village dares to look for me anymore, so I have to look for my father myself. ā€

When Xiao Tong said that he was looking for it, his tone was firm, and Mo Wusheng was silent for a moment, "What's your name?" ā€

"My name is Izumi Cheng. ā€

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