After bidding farewell to Maoqing, Si Ming Xingjun came to the 'Peach Blossom Township' in the south on the third day.

The peach blossoms are as bright as smoke, peerless and independent.

The name of this group of mountains and towns is certainly elegant, which makes people dream of the paradise at first. However, it is really a poor village.

Surrounded by mountains, the terrain is steep. The only flat land of less than ten acres is really weird, except for peach blossoms, no matter what other crops are planted, only a quarter of the harvest of the land outside the country, so this elegant name is really helpless.

Most of the people in the village have already moved away, and only a few lonely old people are left to barely survive on one or two acres of thin fields.

And the only young man left here is the one Si Ming Xingjun is looking for, Mo Yi who has just spent eighteen years in the human world.

And when it comes to this mortal Mo Yi, he is actually a strange person.

Eighteen years ago, Mo Yi's mother, Wu, gave birth for two hours, almost once before the ghost gate was closed, before giving birth to her only son.

And when Mo Yi fell to the ground, he grabbed a stone that was extremely hard in his little hand. Its shape is multi-faceted, transparent and dazzling under the external light, and it can cut pig iron without damage.

The ignorant villagers thought that this was a sign of a monster, and they all shouted that they would eradicate Mo Yi before he had any weather.

However, all the children in the world are the hearts and minds of their parents. Mo Yi's parents worked hard to take care of him, and the family endured the fingers and inexplicable bullying of the whole village, but barely let him live to the age of 9 safely.

After the age of 9, the villagers saw that he did not have any harmful intentions, and most of the young adults had moved away from Peach Blossom Township, so they had no strength or leisure to investigate the so-called monster.

In December of the same year, when his father's old illness relapsed and his life was hanging by a thread, he dreamed that a master pointed out his son's name, so he changed his original milk name 'Little Stone' to Mo Yi.

Since his father left, his mother Wu and Moyi have taken up the whole family, whether it is farm work or housework, they are also very busy.

When Mo Yi was 15 years old, a distant relative suddenly visited. The visitors all advised Wu to leave with Xiao'er, but they didn't want to be politely rejected by Wu.

In the evening of the same day, Wu pointed to the old grave behind the house, his eyes were full of tenderness, and he whispered to Mo Yi: "Your father will sleep here, if we leave, he will be lonely." ”

Since then, the mother and son have continued to stay in this peach blossom township, no one mentions or disturbs again, but it is true that they have lived a few years of poverty but no worries.

It's just that when Mo Yi was 18 years old, Wu couldn't afford to be sick, his whole person was abnormally thin, and even the look in his eyes slowly became cloudy.

Now, Si Ming Xingjun is exactly what he has encountered.

"Mother, get up and drink some water!" Mo Yi held a clay bowl to help his mother, who had been sick for a long time.

Wu frowned, so weak that he couldn't even open his eyes.

A bowl of water was handed to his lips, but he couldn't feed it, almost all of it flowed down, and the quilt was wet.

Unable to fulfill filial piety, it is the first bitterness of flesh and blood affection in the world.

Mo Yi sighed and helped his mother back to the couch, thinking about whether he should go out of the mountain to find some medicinal herbs and come back.

I made up my mind, packed my luggage, and was about to go on the road, but suddenly a white-bearded old man stood at the door. His face was jerky, perhaps from outside the country, but his body was not stained with any dust.

"The sun is fierce, can you ask for a bowl of water?" the old man asked slowly.

Mo Yi stood at the door with the light on his back, his body was slightly thin, but his eyes were full of sharp light, with maturity and stubbornness that did not match his age.

Although he was puzzled, he still kindly led the old man into the house, but he didn't know that this person was Si Ming Xingjun.

After Si Ming drank the water, he squinted at Wu on the sickbed, and said in a deep voice: "I have worked hard all my life to be so sick. ”

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, bowed his head slightly, and whispered as if he agreed: "It's because I'm not filial, so my mother has worked hard all her life." ”

"Now this side is sick, ordinary medicine in the world, it seems that there is no place to turn around~" Another light sigh, Si Ming gently rested the pottery bowl on the small table.

When Mo Yi heard this, he suddenly felt puzzled, and only then did he raise his head and look at Xingjun carefully.

Although the white beard is viney, the face is ruddy and there are no excessive wrinkles, and the pace of entering the door is also light and steady. Since the Tao comes from outside the mountain but there is no smell of wind and dust, it is not wrong to be a master outside the world!

Mo Yi was stunned, bowed and saluted: "I hope that the master will show me a way to survive and save my mother!"

Seeing this, Si Ming just nodded very calmly: "Yes, the understanding is extremely high." ”

Holding his hand and returning the salute, he continued: "Although the ordinary medicinal materials in this world are useless, the thousand-year-old snow lotus in the extremely cold land has the effect of resurrecting the dead, and only half a flower can cure your mother's stubborn illness. ”

"What is the place of extreme cold?" Mo Yi looked up at him, his gaze deep.

"Four hundred miles away from here, the Southern Lingxi Snow Mountain is. Si Ming Xingjun replied slowly.

Mo Yi pondered for a moment, but the anxiety on his face did not decrease: "Four hundred miles... I'm afraid that even if I find it, my mother won't be able to leave me alone for so long. ”

"As long as you have the courage to break into this Longtan Tiger's Den, I can cast a spell to deliver you. As for your mother—" Si Ming paused slightly, and then flicked his fingers at a peach blossom tree at the door. Golden light flowed from his fingertips like fireflies, hanging over the trunk of the tree, and a puff of smoke rose lightly.

In the blink of an eye, there was no peach blossom tree, but there was a daughter in pink clothes.

"This is a peach blossom essence that can't be cultivated in human form, my mana can be used for her to maintain this state for seven days, and your mother can rest assured that she will take care of it!" Si Ming stroked his beard and smiled.

The peach blossom essence immediately bowed her head, and stood on the Wu family's bed, looking like she was ready to be sent at any time.

"Thank you first, without further ado, I'll show the way when I'm tired!" Mo Yi is resolute and resolute, and he is not out of the water.

Although he is a mortal, his life still seems to have the temperament of being an immortal before.

Si Ming was indifferent, and the golden light on his fingertips reappeared, and wrapped around Mo Yi's body. In just a second, Mo Yi arrived at the Southern Lingxi Snow Mountain, which was four hundred miles away.

As soon as he hit the ground, the icy cold wind poured into his clothes. I shivered for a while, and I was so cold that I couldn't say a word.

Seeing no living creatures, the words scattered in the air were empty in my ears: "I can only help you get here, and then it will be up to you to make your own!"

Mo Yi froze and could only nod slightly to show that he understood.

Looking around, without a pause, he immediately set out on the road to find the thousand-year-old snow lotus.

Because only by going on like this can the basic temperature of the body be maintained.

His lips were purple and white, and the wind swept the goose-feather-sized snowflakes like sharp knives on his face.

The sky is white, and the wind is whispering in my ears. His hands and feet were no longer susceptible, but he still couldn't even make out the direction.

Finally, Mo Yi fell into the snow on his back, and even his breath seemed to be frozen, falling into complete silence.

At the last moment of his thoughts, he had no fearful thoughts. It's just that I am unwilling, and I feel that my sick old mother is suffering, and I am afraid that it will not be long before I leave the care of the peach blossom essence and will urgently find myself.

Are people so weak?