At the foot of Yuncang Mountain, on the edge of a certain river valley, dozens of thatched huts are scattered and scattered, and the smoke curls and rises slowly, a peaceful scene.

Somewhere on high ground, a thatched hut stood alone, far from the others, very abrupt and conspicuous.

In the house, the layout is simple, Mu Yiyang is lying quietly on a wooden bed, his delicate face is full of pain, and his brows are furrowed, as if he will never stretch out.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at the cobwebs on the roof in a little confusion, and quickly reflected in his mind what happened after he passed out on the Haoran Sect, and he couldn't help but feel a big headache, and let out a low moan.

"Strange, why am I here?" After a while, Mu Yiyang relieved himself and realized that he was no longer in the cave, and struggled to get up from the wooden bed.

But at this moment, a smell of boiled meat and bones suddenly spread from outside the door, and in just an instant, Mu Yiyang's stomach screamed uncontrollably.

Following the direction of the fragrance, Mu Yiyang's footsteps were floating, and he walked lightly all the way to the door, and sure enough, he saw a large pot outside, which was filled with a few pieces of pork leg bones, which were slowly boiling on a low fire.

"How are you, are you hungry?" Noticing Mu Yiyang's gaze, a voice came from above the roof, it was the old man in the bamboo forest.

Hearing this, Mu Yiyang was startled, looked up, but saw that the old man was holding a large handful of thatch in his hand, and he had just climbed to the roof, obviously preparing to replace the roof with a new layer of thatch, so he realized that he was saved by the other party, so he said with a smile: "Uncle, do you want to take a hand?"

"You've just woken up, can you do it?" the old man laughed, and began to clear the old thatch.

"It's out of the way, I'll still do this little work!" As he spoke, Mu Yiyang held the thatch and climbed the bamboo ladder on the side.

With Mu Yiyang's help, the old man started his work much more smoothly, came and went, quickly changed the thatch, returned to the ground and worked for a while, and a bowl of fragrant bone broth was placed in front of Mu Yiyang's eyes.

"Your kid's life is quite hard! There is so much blood in his chest, but nothing has happened, and he has been alive again in just two days. The two sat down, and the old man took a sip of wine, smacked his lips, and sighed with emotion.

"It's a cheap life, Lord Yama can't look down on it, and I can't help it!" Blowing the steaming bone broth, Mu Yiyang recalled his previous encounter in the Haoran Sect and said with a wry smile.

"In this world, human life is like a mustard, and being able to live is a kind of ability in itself, and the little brother still has to look at it a little!"

"Human life is like grass mustard...... staring at a piece of meat and bone in the bowl, Mu Yiyang recalled his previous encounter in Haoran Sect, and silently recited a sentence in his heart, his right hand hidden in his sleeve clenched suddenly, and his knuckles turned a little white because of the force.

"Are you okay?" noticing the change in Mu Yiyang's expression, the old man asked with concern.

"It's okay, it's just a little emotional. Hearing this, Mu Yiyang came back to his senses, said a little embarrassed, and then took a sip of broth.

"It's okay, you don't sound like a local, why did you come here?" took a sip of wine, and the old man was a little puzzled.

"I don't have any good qualities as a person, I just like to make fun of myself. Isn't this that I heard that Haoran Sect is the largest sect in the world, so I thought about running over to make luck, who would have thought that I hadn't even seen the mountain gate, and I was robbed, and I almost died in the deep mountains and old forests, thanks to the uncle, you rescued each other with righteousness, otherwise I am afraid that there will be one more unjust soul outside this wilderness!"

Knowing that the old man was interrogating the origin, Mu Yiyang had no intention of talking more about his situation, so he casually made up a reason and prevaricated the past.

"The Canglan Mountains have indeed been a little uneven in recent years, in a word, it's good to survive!" Regarding Mu Yiyang's words, the old man was not suspicious, and sighed lightly.

"By the way, uncle, how did you find me? I remember I was like I was thrown in a cave. Picking a bite of lean pork, Mu Yiyang took a bite, and then said with some curiosity.

"You have to thank it for that. As he spoke, the old man pointed to a lion skin hanging outside the door, paused, and continued: "Two days ago, this unicorn lion was injured by me, and just escaped into the cave, through which I found you, speaking of you and I still have some fate!"

After that, the old man had some emotion on his face, and asked again: "By the way, little brother, I don't know what your name is?"

"My name is Mu Yiyang, it's good if you call me Xiao Mu!" Mu Yiyang replied with a smile, but a thought flashed through his mind, and his body couldn't help but stiffen.

"Uncle, are you saying that you defeated the unicorn lion, could it be that you are a mortal realm cultivator?" After a moment, Mu Yiyang said in some astonishment.

"It used to be, but when I was young, I was ignorant, I offended some people who shouldn't be offended, I was seriously injured once, and my cultivation fell, and now I'm just a waste person who is struggling to survive!"

"Uncle, I'm a low-mouthed person who can't speak, don't forget to go to your heart. Mu Yiyang knew that he had lost his words, and said slightly apologetically.

"Those who don't know are not guilty! I know you didn't mean to. As he spoke, the old man coughed even more.

"Uncle, are you okay?"

Seeing that the situation was not right, Mu Yiyang hurriedly came to the old man's side, supported him with one hand, and pressed his Tiantu and Jizhong ** with a special hand with the other hand, and soon the old man's cough stopped.

"It's all old and out of the way. Relieved, Lao Yu's qi was weak, and he smiled bitterly.

"I'll take a look at it for you!" With that, Mu Yiyang returned to his original seat, took the old man's hand, and gently put his right hand on his wrist.

"Are you a pharmacist?" Seeing that Mu Yiyang helped him stop coughing very easily, the old man was already surprised in his heart, but now looking at his appearance again, he couldn't help but be surprised, and even looked at Mu Yiyang's eyes differently.

You must know that when he was young, he had also wandered outside, and the pharmacist had seen a lot, but he had not seen many of them when he was as young as Mu Yiyang, and even if he had, he would not appear outside this barren mountain range, and most of them were protected as treasures by the major forces.

"You misunderstood, I was just fortunate enough to learn pharmacology from a senior for three years. Mu Yiyang was a little unaccustomed to the change in the old man's eyes, and said with a wry smile.

But at this moment, he suddenly remembered some things from the past, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, and a feeling of pain came to his heart.

"Even if it's not, it's not far away!" the old man smiled disapprerovingly, not noticing the change in Mu Yiyang's expression.

"By the way, are you enlightened?"

"This ...... I'll tell you the truth, not really. As he spoke, Mu Yiyang suddenly remembered the dream he had before, and his breath couldn't help but stagnate, but then he shook his head lightly and smiled bitterly.

Hearing this, the old man glanced at Mu Yiyang in some surprise, seeing that he didn't look like he was joking, his eyes flickered slightly, and he didn't speak for a while.

After a while, Mu Yiyang slowly withdrew the hand on the old man's wrist, and said with a slight frown: "Your old disease is indeed a bit tricky, but fortunately, you have a deep foundation before, although it hurts your heart, it is not completely impossible. ”

"What are you talking about, do you really have a way!" Hearing this, the old man suddenly stood up, breathing rapidly, and his face was incredulous.

"There is a home remedy, but I haven't tried it, I think it is more or less useful, no matter how bad it is, it should still be possible to cure your stubborn cough. ”

Seeing this, Mu Yiyang was slightly surprised, but his heart felt heavy, and he tried his best to make his tone calmer.

To be honest, the old man's reaction was somewhat unexpected. He thought that it had been so long, and the old man should have already been interested in rehabilitation, at most, he would toss it with the mentality of giving it a try.

But he never thought that the desire in the old man's heart for the restoration of cultivation was so strong that he would lose his temper in front of him.

If the home remedies are useless, what will be the consequences, Mu Yiyang's heart suddenly has no bottom. He suddenly wanted to know what made the old man in front of him, a young man who was once high-spirited, look like he is today.