The white-haired old man looked at Mo Wen expectantly, hoping to get the coveted answer from his mouth.

"Of course, it is possible to restore fù, and since the cultivation can be abolished, it can naturally be restored, no matter what the circumstances." Mo asked lightly, it is not a question of whether it can be done, but whether it can be done.

Ordinary methods, like this, for people who have been crippled for decades, are almost impossible to regain their previous cultivation.

If Mo Wen hadn't obtained Ji Wuya's inheritance, he would not have been able to cure such a problem. In other words, it is almost impossible to rejuvenate with ordinary medical skills. Only the means of the level of immortal cultivators can change the fate of the old man.

"Is it really possible?" The white-haired old man was extremely excited, and he grabbed Mo Wen's hand and got a definite answer, he couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart anymore.

Since this young man said so, it means that he has a certain degree of certainty, if it was before, how would he believe in a young man, but now he is in a desperate situation with no way out, and any hope, even if it is slim, he wants to grasp it. What's more, this young man gave him a rather mysterious and profound feeling.

"Old man, I just said that it is possible, but I don't dare to guarantee that it will be recovered, and your situation is not easy to treat." Mo Wen sat on the chair, took a sip of tea, and said unhurriedly.

The white-haired old man knew in his heart that this situation would definitely not be easy to treat, otherwise he would not have searched for divine doctors all over the world, and in the end, no one would be able to restore his cultivation.

"Little brother, as long as you can help the old man recover his cultivation, wait for the old man to do something in his heart. And he will return to thee, and serve thee as Lord, and this life will be yours henceforth. ”

The white-haired old man could naturally see it. This young man would not treat people at will, let alone his strict illness, if there was no attractive reward, he would definitely not heal. Although he was a powerhouse in the three realms of the Martial Sect, he stood brilliantly at the peak of the martial arts, but that was only before, and now he has nothing to grow. There was little he could get his hands on except himself.

"Sir, then we'll settle our minds."

Mo Wen smiled and nodded. He said that, naturally there is a purpose, the old man is a peerless powerhouse of the three realms of the Martial Sect, if he can help him recover his cultivation. and recruited to his command. It must be a big help.

After some conversation, Mo Wen learned that this old man's name was Ling Feng, he was a world-famous figure a hundred years ago, and when he cultivated to the level of Martial Sect, Shou Yuan would have a great increase, and there was no problem for ordinary Martial Sects to live for two hundred years, and a Three Realms Martial Sect like Ling Feng would have a longer lifespan.

Flower Sea Chalet. The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, but Mo Wen didn't stay here long. After discussing some details with the white-haired old man, he left the valley.

Ling Feng's whole body meridians were destroyed, his dantian attainments were shattered, and the essence and qi origin in his body had already been lost. Even if Mo Wen has the ability to treat, it will take a lot of effort.

He left Ling Feng some healing pills to nourish his body, which could improve some of his body and reduce the difficulty of healing before the formal treatment.

The clouds rolled, and the mist and trees were connected, making the visibility in the psychedelic array very low, and Mo Wen walked out of the psychedelic array smoothly with his superb experience.

In fact, the location of the psychedelic array is next to the Five Tiger Gate, which can almost be said to be inside the Five Tiger Gate, but there is a psychedelic array to cover it, and almost no one finds this area.

Back in the wooden house, Mo Wen continued to heal with peace of mind, as for the matter of treating Ling Feng, he didn't have this ability yet, he needed to refine a top-grade spirit pill that Ji Wuya passed down to him, his current situation, he didn't have the ability to refine the pill at all, so he had to wait until he completely recovered.

The elixir in the world of cultivating immortals naturally has a grade, but for ordinary martial artists, there is almost no understanding of the concept of elixir grade, because an ordinary martial artist uses the most ordinary elixir, and many people have no chance to contact the elixir at this level in their lives.

In the world of cultivating immortals, the level of the elixir corresponds to the level of the elixir, which is divided into elixir, xuandan, holy pill, and elixir.

Each grade is divided into four grades: lower grade, middle grade, upper grade, and best grade.

Generally speaking, almost all of the elixirs that martial artists get from Tianhua Palace are low-grade elixirs, and middle-grade elixirs rarely appear.

Mo Wen used to be able to barely refine the lower grade spirit pill, and if the middle grade spirit pill was lucky, he could occasionally refine one or two. As for the top-grade spirit pill, he almost never thought about it, because he knew that he couldn't refine it at all.

Not long ago, after lifting a primordial god seal from Ji Wuya, he got more inheritance, and only then did he dare to try to refine a top-grade spirit pill.

At night, it was still Wang Qian who delivered food to Mo Wen, she held a food box on the table, and then turned around and prepared to leave, as if she didn't mean to pay too much attention to Mo Wen.

"Wang Qian, why is Wan'er coming back later and later these days?"

Mo Wen looked at the sky outside and said with a slight frown. It was completely dark, and according to the usual situation, Wan'er should have come back, but in the past few days, he found that Wan'er came back later and later, and every time she came back, she was quite tired.

"It's not because of you, if it's not for ......"

Wang Qian glared at Mo Wen angrily, and suddenly stopped talking halfway through her words, just snorted lightly, looking at Mo Wen's gaze a little dissatisfied.

"What the hell happened to Wan'er?" Mo Wen asked softly, he had seen that Wan'er's life in this sect was not easy, and it was not uncommon for the low-level disciples to live a hard life. But in the past few days, it seems to be developing in a worse and worse direction.

"You just need to know that Wan'er has paid a lot for you, don't ask you for anything in return, Wan'er saved you because she has good intentions, if you want to repay her, pass on this kindness."

Wang Qian sighed lightly, she almost missed her mouth just now, although she wanted to complain about Wan'er being punished by the sect because of saving Mo Qian, but Wan'er didn't let her say it. Wan'er is like a blank sheet of paper, dreaming of living in a fairytale world, she hopes that everyone is kind and loving, and everyone is happy. This kind of thinking is naïve, but Wan'er is so innocent.

"Because of me?" Don't ask thoughtfully.

Wang Qian shook her head and turned away, she didn't want to say anything more to Mo Wen, although she was very unhappy in her heart, she felt very sorry for Wan'er, and she wanted to complain. But she won't really go to Mo to complain, she doesn't rarely vent this way. She was aggrieved because of Wan'er's grievances. Wan'er, a girl, can bear a qiē silently, and has never complained, so what right does she have to complain.

Mo Wen looked at Wang Qian's back, frowning slightly, Wan'er works so hard every day, is it because of him?

The night is getting darker and deeper, the moon is hanging high in the sky, and the night is exceptionally quiet, as if the wind and insects are becoming more and more cautious.

Mo Wen couldn't come down to heal at ease, because Wan'er hadn't come back yet, and it was more than ten o'clock in the evening at this time. Wan'er would come to visit him every night, and only go back to rest after seeing that Mo Wen was well, the latest one before, it was only less than nine o'clock, and now it is more than ten o'clock.

Just when Mo Wen was a little uneasy, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside, Mo Wen's eyes flashed, and Wan'er came back.

Sure enough, a moment later, the wooden door was pushed open from the outside, and Wan'er dragged her tired body in.

"Brother Mo, I was delayed for some time tonight, so I'm late, are you feeling better? Did Sister Wang Qian bring you food, did I drink the medicine I boiled for you? ”

As soon as Su Wan'er entered the door, she asked habitually.

"After drinking Wan'er's medicine, my body is recovering faster and faster, and it won't be long before I recover." Mo Wen said with a smile.

"That's good."

A happy smile appeared on Wan'er's lips, she glanced around the room, then picked up her broom, and prepared to clean the house as usual.

"Wan'er, are you crying?"

Mo Wen asked softly. He found that Wan'er's expression was quite tired, her face was pale, and she was full of haggardness. His eyes were a little red and swollen, and he seemed to have just cried.

"I didn't ...... Nope...... When I came here just now, the wind and sand blew into my eyes. Wan'er immediately shook her head.

"Wan'er, you're not a good boy to liar, can you tell me something?" Mo Wen smiled, Wan'er, this girl, is actually very strong in her heart.

Wan'er lowered her head, her little face was slightly red, and her lie was revealed, which made her feel a little ashamed, she was not good at lying at all,

"Wan'er, do you have to go down the mountain every day to collect medicine?" Mo Wen asked, through Guò's observation these days, he also found that Wan'er was dealing with herbs every day, because she had a strong smell of herbs, which naturally could not be concealed from Mo Wen.

"Hmm." Wan'er nodded slightly.

"Did you cry because you didn't complete the task and were punished by the steward?" Mo Wen said softly, although he didn't know the specific situation, he could guess something with a little thought. In order to effectively manage the sect, the rules of the sect are generally very strict, such as going down the mountain to collect medicine, each sect will stipulate a certain amount of tasks, to prevent the disciples from being lazy, wandering around the mountain and not doing business.

"I haven't completed the task four times, and if I have another time, I will be abolished and driven out of the sect."

was asked by Mo to guess the reason, Wan'er's tears flowed down uncontrollably, and she was very aggrieved in her heart, but she didn't know who to talk to.

Generally, most of the ancient martial arts disciples who have been driven out of the sect are not qualified to leave with their cultivation, and more than ninety percent of them will be abolished by the sect, and they are not allowed to teach the martial arts of the sect to others, and once they are discovered, they will be cut down and eradicated. Almost all of the Ancient Martial Sects used this method to completely sever their relationship with those expelled disciples.

"Tell Brother Mo that the task of collecting medicine should not be difficult to complete." Mo Wen walked up to Wan'er, pulled her to the table and sat down, and didn't let her do any more housework.

Wan'er was just a little girl after all, and when Mo Wen guessed the reason, she asked with concern, and suddenly couldn't help the grievances in her heart and confided in Mo Wen. (To be continued......)