Mo Lao finally spoke: "You were determined to study medicine at first, but after a month, you retreated. As a teacher, I also feel that you are a material that can be made, so I made this decision to motivate you. In the future, as you said, I will continue to teach you medical skills and practice mantras well in the three times in January, so as not to disappoint the teacher again. ”

Zhao Mu had already obtained the Changchun Gong, thinking that it would be useful to keep Mo Lao's life in the future, so he continued to fight with Mo Laoxu and the snake to calm his heart, and after leaving the Valley of the Divine Hand, he rushed back to Zhao's mansion.

Zhao Mansion, the small courtyard where Master Zhao often stayed before his death, Uncle Zhong was personally holding a broom and sweeping away the fallen leaves on the path. The fallen leaves withered and yellow, from the buds of early spring to the end of autumn, but after spring and summer, it has gone through its life. The life of a leaf is short, and where does a person's life go?

Zhao Mu took the broom from Uncle Zhong's hand, let the old servant rest, and slowly swept the fallen leaves all over the ground. As a result, Uncle Zhong picked up the scissors again and began to prune the potted plants that the old man loved most during his lifetime.

One old and one young, just don't speak, and each does the work in his hand.

The master of the horse gate stood in the distance, not daring to make a sound to disturb.

Since he received Zhao Mu's support and became the master of the Qixuanmen, during this time, he can be said to be in a hurry, and even the concubine has accepted a few more rooms.

The master of the horse gate knew that his honor and disgrace were all stored in Zhao Mu's mind, so when the little servant of the Zhao Mansion informed him that Zhao Mu wanted to see him, he didn't even have breakfast, so he hurried to the Zhao Mansion with a whip.

A gust of wind blew, and a few fallen leaves fell on his head, and he didn't use his hands to brush them away, so he just stood there without saying a word.

Uncle Zhong saw this master of the horse gate, and while secretly praising the young master's great powers, he left the courtyard with interest.

Seeing Zhao Mu put down the broom, the master of the horse gate approached and said respectfully: "Childe, what is the important thing you are looking for?" ”

Zhao Mu used his true qi to blow away the fallen leaves on the head of the main horse gate, and said casually: "How is the door lately." ”

This skillful use of true qi made the master of the horse gate more respectful: "Under the holy name of the Supreme Elder, there is peace in the door. ”

Zhao Mu asked about a matter he cared about: "How is the matter of the Wild Wolf Gang?" ”

Master Ma Men invited the merit and said: "Under the great reward of the sect, and the sharp weapon created by Gongzi, the disciples are all dead, and the Wild Wolf Gang has basically been wiped out now, but the last hall was left according to your wishes, and it was not touched." ”

Zhao Mu said with satisfaction: "It's a good job. From today onwards, in addition to the medicinal materials that Mo Lao needs every three months, you will also send someone to search for the medicinal materials on this list, and you will send someone close to me to send the existing medicinal materials in the library to my house. ”

Master Ma Men took the list and found that the medicinal herbs on it were common, but it was difficult to do it if he asked for as long as possible, so he said, "Yes." ”

Zhao Mu understood that if he wanted the horse to run, he had to give the horse grass, and promised: "Do this well, I will be in the Qixuanmen for one day, and the position of the master of the door will always be yours." ”

The master of the horse gate said happily: "The matter of the son is the matter of the subordinates, and the subordinates will be ruined." ”

Half a year later.

After Zhao Mu's uninterrupted and non-stop cultivation day long, the spiritual energy in his body flowed, and he naturally stepped over the first layer of qi training to the second layer of qi training. In this worldly world where aura is thin, being able to reach the current level of cultivation so quickly can already be regarded as Zhao Mu's cultivation talent is excellent.

However, compared to the relatively slow progress of aura, Zhao Mu's progress in refining his body through refining blood essence can be said to be a rapid progress.

After half a year of practice, under the continuous supply of medicinal materials from the Seven Xuanmen, coupled with Zhao Mu's use of increasingly profound pharmacological knowledge to make a reasonable combination of medicinal materials, Zhao Mu estimated that his physical strength was already able to resist basic spells such as the fireball technique issued by the monks in the late stage of Qi cultivation.

In the past six months, the medicinal materials consumed by Zhao Mu have increased day by day, and the small Seven Xuanmen can no longer support Zhao Mu's cultivation. In addition, as his cultivation progressed, it was difficult for medicinal herbs of a certain year to help him.

Fortunately, there is no endless road to heaven, and when Zhao Mu cultivated, he found that aura can also nourish the physical body well.

First, when practicing Changchun Gong, the aura will subtly strengthen the physical body, but it is far less effective than the blood essence.

Second, because he had not been exposed to the exercises related to the refining of the body in the immortal cultivation realm for the time being, Zhao Mu researched a means to operate the aura according to his strange physical body, and after some mysterious changes, these spiritual qi will be completely integrated into the physical body, so that Zhao Mu can effectively recover his energy, thereby promoting the production of blood essence, which is also one of the important reasons for the progress of refining the body.

In addition, this method has the advantage of being able to recover after the aura is completely exhausted, and it can be more refined.

After half a year of exploration and experimentation, Zhao Mu found that his body should be extremely suitable for body refining, but if he just blindly took medicinal materials and increased the number of years of medicinal materials to refine his body, without finding a book of body refining exercises that suited him, he would only make his body pearl dusty.

The mortal immortal cultivation world is extremely cruel, although his spiritual root is good, but the advantage of his special physique is bound to make the best use of it, otherwise, how to stand out on the way to cultivating immortals.

Zhao Mu stabilized the realm that had just broken through, and found that his eyes were closed, and he could still "see" the layout of the surrounding three zhang square circles, thinking that this was his divine sense. I remembered that in the original text, Han Li had gradually developed his divine sense when he was cultivating the fourth layer of qi, and it was definitely not three zhang away.

He should be a "human being in two lives", and his divine soul is strong, so when he was practicing the two layers of qi, he had the divine consciousness known as the second pair of eyes of this immortal cultivator, and he was three feet away. Zhao Mu opened his eyes, raised the chess pieces on the chessboard with his divine sense, and had a lot of fun.

Then, as if remembering something, he became colorful.

Luoxia Mountain, a treasure of feng shui somewhere.

There are two tombs on the plain, one new and one old. The tombstone of the new tomb reads "Tomb of Uncle Zhao Zhong, Nephew Zhao Muli". The tombstone of the old tomb is engraved with "The tomb of the master Zhao Li, the disciple Zhao Muli".

That's right, Uncle Zhong didn't survive until the arrival of winter after all, and withered like autumn leaves. Fortunately, unlike the master who didn't even see Zhao Mu for the last time, Zhao Mu was always by Uncle Zhong's side before his death.

The old man has no children and grandchildren, and there are only two people who care most about him in his life, an old man and a young master. Although they are nominally master and servant, in fact the three of them are the closest relatives in the world.

At the last moment, the old man had no fear of death, and his eyes were full of worries about the child in front of him being alone in the world in the future. After a thousand words, he finally only gathered into one sentence: "Young master, the old slave has gone to serve the master, you... You have to take care of yourself..."

Zhao Mu opened a jar of bamboo leaves, first poured half of it in front of the master's grave, and then poured the remaining half in front of Uncle Zhong's grave. I don't know if the three of them will have a day to drink and talk happily again in this life.

"There will be..."

After speaking, Zhao Mu picked up the last jar of bamboo leaf green and drank it all in one gulp.

From now on, the long road to immortals, the three of us, goodbye to the peak!