Lingshan is the treasure mountain of the first realm, which is rich in all kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures, and rare medicinal materials are often discovered, but three hundred years ago, a powerful elf came out of Lingshan, and she established a protective shield for Lingshan to protect her compatriots.

It is the one in front of you, as long as it is night, no living creature outside the spiritual mountain is allowed to enter or leave it, and those who do not leave before dark do not care whether they live or die.

Mu Xingmo glanced at it silently and then turned around and went home in the direction of his memory, he didn't know that as soon as he turned around, a bright light from a spell attack appeared on the Spirit Mountain.

Mu Xingmo saw the woman An Shu who was looking forward to it in front of his house from a distance, he hesitated for a moment and called out "Mother" unfamiliarly.

"You kid! I'm finally willing to come back! An Shu tugged at Mu Xingmo's ears to hide her worries.

Mu Xingmo looked at An Shu in a trance, her figure seemed to merge with the image of her mother.

After a while, he shook his head, "Don't be in a hurry to scold me, Lingyun's foot is injured, you can see if it is poisonous." He placed Shui Lingyun in his chair.

"Aunt......" Shui Lingyun looked at An Shu embarrassedly.

An Shu stopped worrying after seeing that her son was fine, and began to check Shui Lingyun's wound and bury him by the way, "What did you say, let you find a medicine, and ask Lingyun to help?" ”

Mu Xingmo watched quietly and did not refute.

Seeing this, Shui Lingyun hurriedly explained, "Auntie, it's not about Brother Mo, I'm going to go with me, and I'm ...... if I'm injured."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by An Shu, "Yun'er, you don't have to explain for him." ”

"The wound on your foot is just a normal wooden thorn scratch, don't worry, I'll give you some medicine, and you will be healed when you get up early tomorrow morning."

"Okay, thank you, auntie." Shui Lingyun looked at An Shu obediently.

An Shu smiled, and after helping Shui Lingyun wrap up her wounds, she looked at Mu Xingmo, who had been standing silently on the side since she came back, "Son, send Lingyun home, it's so late, I'm afraid the old man Shui is going to die in a hurry." ”

"Hmm." Mu Xingmo nodded, picked up Shui Lingyun and led her to the Shui family, which was five meters away.

Before arriving home, Shui Lingyun looked at Mu Xingmo apologetically, "I'm sorry Brother Mo, I scolded you." ”

Mu Xingmo looked at her helplessly, "It's none of your business, really." ”

Shui Lingyun was stunned for a moment, and finally could only nod.

Late at night, Mu Xingmo sat on the bed, and the person he saw for the first time when he came to this world naturally appeared in his mind.

It's supposed to be a girl, right? But there is also an indescribable heroic spirit......

It took Mu Xingmo a long time to get that face out of his mind, and he believed that he would meet again.

Then he began to experience what the so-called cultivation in this world was all about.

He found that this world was very inclusive, and any cultivation method could exist, in addition to the mainstream immortal cultivation, there was also demon cultivation.

No matter what kind of cultivation method you have, all you need is aura. However, the boy couldn't even absorb a little spiritual power in the first fifteen years, which directly led to the reason why he was thrown into such a small mountain village as soon as he was born.

Yes, that's right, Mu Xingmo was born in the first immortal capital, which is equivalent to the current capital Beijing, and the Mu family, one of the three major families, is still the son of the head of the family, but the second son.

In such a place where cultivation is the strength of a person to determine his or her status, if you want to live a decent life, you can only practice madly.

Mu Xingmo's mother, An Shu, is not only a cultivator who refines qi and cultivates, but also a doctor with superb medical skills, who has been treating him for many years to allow him to cultivate, but the effect is minimal.

However, this time, Mu Xingmo tried to absorb the aura according to the basic cultivation method in the original owner's memory, but he could feel a cool feeling in his body, as if there was a legendary "true qi" swimming in his body.

"Why can I cultivate?" Mu Xingmo looked curiously at the faint blue light that slowly rose from his palm.

Is this what it feels like to have an aura in your body? Suddenly, Mu Xingmo felt a tingling pain in his brain, and then he saw his "body" sitting on the bed with his eyes closed.

Mu Xingmo startled himself, and then looked at himself who was suspended in the room at this time, emitting a blue light soul body? Is he out of body?

Before Mu Xingmo could figure out what was going on, a strong suction force sucked him back into his body, and his soul returned to its place.

He sat on the bed in a daze, racking his brains to look at the young man's memory, there was no way to make the soul out of the body, all the cultivation was based on absorbing the aura for his own use, so as to evolve various offensive and defensive techniques, I didn't hear that there was one that could make the soul out of the body.

Mu Xingmo had a bold idea about this, maybe he could take a unique path, but he couldn't be too optimistic, the young man hadn't heard of it, it didn't mean that other cultivators didn't know about it, not to mention that there was a mysterious Sixth Realm.

It's just an idea now, at least no one in the First Realm is going this way, and once he succeeds, he will have a great sense of accomplishment.

Mu Xingmo was calculating the risk of "investment" out of professional habits, while slowly absorbing the aura, watching those thin auras enter his body and slowly store them in his body, feeling extremely comfortable.

After a while, he had a whim to study how these auras were formed, so he got up and walked out of the door to trace the aura.

He found that the aura of this world is colorful, almost all of them come from his own elemental attributes, like flowers and trees are all green, a small part of the aura from the ground is golden, and the rest are earthy.

At the same time, she found that the aura of the grass and trees was the most vigorous, almost overshadowing the aura of all the elements, which was incredible.

It's just that no matter what color the aura is, when it comes to him, it will be transformed into dark blue, what is the attribute of the dark blue aura? Mu Xingmo was a little confused, and it seemed that he had never had this color aura in the memory of the original owner.

He encountered too many incomprehensible questions this night, so he could only ask An Shu tomorrow morning.

Mu Xingmo felt that he was going to die of sorrow, and it was better to intrigue with those profiteers in modern times. I don't know how my parents, sister, and Miao are doing now, do I know that I am dead......

Early in the morning, Mu Xingmo woke up from his sleep, there was a moment of trance and unreality, and it took a while to adjust his mentality.

As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw An Shu drying herbs, in the memory of the original owner, An Shu has always been a pungent motherly image, the kind of person who always cares about her son in a sarcastic tone, a typical knife mouth tofu heart.

But thanks to her sex, otherwise they don't know how much bullying they will have to undertake.

"Up? If you have time, you can sell these mustaches. An Shu heard the door knock and said without looking back.

After speaking, he didn't hear the answer, so he turned around and looked at Mu Xingmo suspiciously, it didn't matter if he saw it, An Shu's eyes widened in surprise, "Mo...... Mo'er, can you cultivate? ”

"Ah...... Probably yes. Mu Xingmo didn't know what to say, the aura he cultivated was completely different from others.

Soon, An Shu also noticed something strange, and looked at him with a frown, "You aura...... It's a bit ......."

Mu Xingmo didn't speak, just stood quietly and let her look.

"Mo'er, you release your aura and I'll take a look." After a moment, An Shu looked at him solemnly.

"Okay." Mu Xingmo nodded, stretched out his hand, and a cluster of faint blue light appeared on it.

An Shu looked at the light on Mu Xingmo's hand suspiciously, "What kind of light are you?" Unheard of, unseen, unseen. ”

Although there are many kinds of spiritual power of the cultivators of the Nine Yang Realm, I have never seen such a dark blue color, just like the soul body floating above the cemetery......

An Shu frowned and carefully checked Mu Xingmo from the inside out, and did not find anything wrong, she looked at him thoughtfully, "You tell me everything about your experience yesterday, don't let go of any details." ”

Mu Xingmo thought about it, skipped the fact that he came through time, and told An Shu about the rest of the 1510.

"That's ......" An Shu touched her chin contemplatively, "It seems that your kid has been blessed by misfortune, and those two foundation building monks may have helped you unintentionally, I can't tell you the specifics." ”

In the end, An Shu sighed, "Your situation is really special, the first realm has never had an aura of this color, it may be a rare element, and I don't know if it's a curse or a blessing, you are just starting out now, it's better to hide a little, if you have the opportunity in the future, you can go to the second realm to find this cultivation method." ”

"You mean that the cultivation method of the first realm is not suitable for me?" Mu Xingmo grasped the point.

An Shu shook her head, "Not exactly, you can also cultivate the mental method of other attributes, but it is definitely not as fast or even effective as the mental method that truly belongs to your aura." ”

"I see." Mu Xingmo thought that now he could learn from other attributes first, and then study his own exclusive exercises.

After a while, for the sake of his son's safety, An Shu helped him refine a bottle of medicine, "What you can cultivate is still quiet for the time being, you just need to eat one when you go out, it can shield the aura on your body, even if someone finds out, you won't see the color of your aura." ”

Mu Xingmo took the medicine and swallowed one, he looked at An Shu's eyes with surprise and worry, and keenly noticed a trace of abnormality, maybe the truth that the young man couldn't cultivate had another secret.

An Shu made sure that Mu Xingmo couldn't see a trace of spiritual power on his body before letting him go, and let him go out to sell Murui grass. Although An Shu would help the people in Rongqing Village to see a doctor, she hardly collected any money, most of them were poor families, and it was difficult to collect money.

In the end, even if they have a skill, their lives are a little poor.

Mu Xingmo walked towards the village market with a basket of mulberry on his back, analyzing the current situation with his businessman's mind.

It is a good medicine for the treatment of bruises, and the effect is immediate, and it does not need to be further processed, and it can be applied directly externally. The only drawback is that the picking conditions are too harsh, it only grows in Lingshan, it will become invisible after sunrise, and it will grow after sunset.

Time is very sensitive, and the slightest mistake will be devoured by the elves on the Spirit Mountain.

But this still can't stop the experienced herb pickers, they have their own set of methods to collect, like the original owner knows where there will be mulberry at the foot of Lingshan before sunrise.

In this case, the Stamuis is not so precious, one crystal coin per plant, and one crystal coin here is equivalent to a modern dollar.

Mu Xingmo put nearly a hundred herbs on the wooden frame dedicated to setting up the stall, and then sat on the side and watched these herbs that looked similar to calla lilies, but the color was dark blue.

Such a little crystal coin can't satisfy him at all, so insecure, especially, this row used to sell mullet, and the pressure of competition was too great!

If he could, he didn't want to live a life of poverty, no matter what the era, money would never be superfluous.

"Brother Mo, what are you thinking?" Shui Lingyun probably helped her mother sell the cloth before she had time to come and see him.

"I'm thinking about how I can make more money." Mu Xingmo did not shy away from the charm of water.

Shui Lingyun also helped him think together, "The most profitable thing now is probably to catch those elves on Lingshan to sell, rich and noble people like to buy a few as pets, but those elves either appear at night, or they are attached to the powerful elves, and it is not easy to find." ”