Do practitioners ........?

Mo Qingchu has been waiting for this day for a long time.

The village chief's grandfather looked at him, sighed slightly, and said, "Xiao Mo, have you really thought about it, do you really want to practice?" ”

Mo Qingchu nodded, and said in a firm tone: "Yes! ”

The village chief's faceless face looked at Mo Qing Chu for a long time, and finally just said, "What happened four years ago, you still can't let go?" ”

Mo Qingchu replied with silence.

Four years ago, as soon as he crossed into this world, he encountered evil spirits who slaughtered Mojia Village.

He didn't know what this evil was called, but from a distance, it looked like a black mist, and wherever it drifted, all living beings would be sucked up.

Mo Qingchu saw the villagers turn into dried corpses, but at that time, he couldn't tell whether this was reality or a dream.

I just crossed, and I was still in a very confused and confused state.

Until ....... this black mist came to him!

A woman shouted his name, and then forcefully pushed Mo Qingchu who was staying in place away, and she was sucked up by this black fog to consume all her vitality.

Later, he fused the memories of the original owner and realized that this woman was the mother of this body.

He and Mo Shuli's mother.

In fact, this black fog is raging in the village, and no one can escape.

But the woman pushed her child away, choosing to delay her life for a moment.

It seems like a mortal situation for everyone, but what if?

- What if.

The woman gave everything she had in exchange for this [what if].

But Rao was like this, and there was still a small cloud of black mist touching Mo Qingchu's forehead.

Then he began to have a splitting headache.

Before passing out, he vaguely saw his already frightened younger brother Mo Shuli beside him, and a dim golden light began to flicker at the center of his eyebrows, and the blind man's eyes actually didn't change so much, but at that moment, his eyes seemed to change into an indescribable indifference.

"Hallucinations?" This was Mo Qingchu's last thought before he passed out.

When he woke up, he and Mo Shuli were already in Baijia Village.

It was the blacksmith Uncle Li who found the two brothers who had fallen to the ground at the village gate, and then the fierce man carried them back.

These two poor foreign boys were taken in by Baijia Village in this way.

Later, Mo Qingchu asked the village chief that before he fell into a coma, he saw his younger brother have changed.

The village chief pondered for a moment before giving him the answer: "I guess there is a cultivator passing by, and then using the cultivation method, he manipulated Mo Shuli's body and saved the two of you." ”

Mo Qingchu looked at the blank face of the village chief, and couldn't see what kind of expression he had when he said these words.

But since then, Mo Qingchu has become very interested in the so-called cultivators.

He always pestered the village chief to tell him stories about the cultivators.

From the words inside and out, Mo Qingchu could feel that the village chief didn't want him to become a cultivator.

In the mouth of the village chief, the vast majority of people do not want their juniors to become cultivators.

"Grandpa Village Chief, why, isn't a cultivator the guardian of this world, a person who resists evil spirits?"

"Just like the deeds you said before, even if a natural disaster occurs, cultivators will always be on the front line." At that time, Mo Qingchu was puzzled.

Practitioners are disciplined internally, and they have many constraints, and even if they have strength beyond ordinary people, they are not above all sentient beings.

In Mo Qingchu's concept, these cultivators are more like the ancient immortal dramas on the earth, and the cultivators in them all take it as their responsibility to protect the common people, rather than like the fairy puppet dramas in recent years, for their own selfishness, falling in love will destroy the world.

The Faceless Village Chief looked at Mo Qingchu and said, "Yes, cultivators have many titles, such as Protector, Helping the World, Demon Exterminator........

"But you know, there are still a lot of people who call them something?"

"What?"

"The craziest madman in the world, unpredictable disasters, potential demons ........" The village chief said in a deep voice.

"Why?" Mo Qingchu was even more confused.

The village chief patiently replied, "Cultivators do possess more power than us ordinary people. ”

"Even the most humble cultivators have the power that ordinary people can't match."

"However, to gain power, there must be a price."

Mo Qingchu couldn't help but repeat: "Is it the price?" ”

The village chief nodded and continued, "For example, some cultivators have to endure the piercing pain of the heart until the sun rises on a full moon night. ”

"For example, some cultivators are obviously still in the prime of life, but their faces are full of wrinkles, gray hair, and their longevity is not much, and every time they use mana, they are overdrawing their lives."

"Different practitioners may not have the same symptoms, but they all have their own costs."

Mo Qingchu was stunned and said, "Without exception? ”

The village chief replied affirmatively: "No exceptions. ”

His tone was as firm as if this was an iron law known to the world.

"But what does this have to do with the craziest madman in the world, unpredictable disasters, potential demons........ Mo Qingchu asked.

The village chief said: "The costs I mentioned above generally come from the human body. ”

"And the more powerful the cultivator, the more likely it is that ........ will have problems here." The village chief raised his finger and pointed to his head.

"Once a powerful cultivator goes crazy, do you think he deserves these titles?" The Facelings village chief said.

Mo Qingchu was stunned, he didn't expect that cultivation would actually make people crazy.

"Since ancient times, there has been no one in ten who has cultivated to a profound level, and there is no one in ten who has died well."

Although Mo Qingchu couldn't see the village chief's expression, he could hear a bit of sadness in his tone.

He could probably guess what the village chief meant by the unhappiness of death.

A cultivator is crazy and waiting for his end, eighty percent of them are ....... killed by other cultivators!

Obviously, the cultivators of this world were not quite the same as Mo Qingchu had imagined.

And it was precisely because of the various drawbacks of cultivation that the village chief felt that Mo Qingchu was very interested in cultivation because of what happened four years ago.

After all, four years ago, the place where he grew up, his relatives and friends, were slaughtered by evil spirits.

Hatred for evil spirits is the reason and motivation for many people to become practitioners.

It's just that for what happened four years ago, Mo Qingchu didn't give the village chief and grandfather a positive response.

After chatting with the village chief for a while, Mo Qingchu resigned.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to put the sickle that the blacksmith Uncle Li asked him to bring to the village chief and put it on the shelf.

The old village chief on crutches looked at Mo Qingchu's back as he turned to leave, and then glanced at the sickle on the shelf, and his eyes began to gradually become trance-like.

Older people seem to suddenly get distracted.

………

………

After leaving the old village chief's house and giving the scissors to Aunt Sun on the way, Mo Qingchu went home.

On the way home, he walked briskly and was clearly in a good mood.

"Cultivators are coming, and finally cultivators are coming to Baijia Village." Mo Qingchu clenched his fists slightly.

By the time he got home, it was noon.

"Brother, I'm back." Mo Shu can't see from his eyes, but his hearing is very good.

"Well, I'll go and steam the buns for you." He said.

"I'm a little hungry indeed." Mo Shuli began to ramble again: "I only drank some white porridge in the morning, and then ate two bites........"

Mo Qingchu didn't listen carefully, just glanced at his brother's shadow.

I saw his shadow eating with chopsticks, as if conveying a message: "Brother, hungry, hungry, rice." ”

Mo Qingchu smiled and began to steam the buns.

One of the brothers is blind and the other has a problem with one eye.

While waiting for the steamed buns to be steamed, Mo Qingchu couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his eyes.

After crossing over, in the process of being unconscious, he seemed to have had a long dream, and his memory and the memory of the original owner, Mo Qingchu, also fused.

Now he is equivalent to the fusion of two people and two souls.

He is still Mo Qingchu, but he is not just Mo Qingchu.

According to his past memories, Mo Qingchu's eyes were no problem before, and he never "turned the people around him into evil." ”

"Is it because I crossed over and fused my soul?"

"Or is it because that damn black mist touched my forehead?" He thought to himself.

After the buns were released, the two brothers sat down at the wooden table.

Mo Shuli was just about to stretch out his hand, but he was slapped by Mo Qingchu: "Hot." ”

He looked at his blind brother, got straight to the point, and said very directly: "Grandpa the village chief told me that cultivators are coming to Baijia Village. ”

"Is it the kind of [preacher] you said earlier, the kind that recruits new people?" Mo Shu deviated.

"Yes." Mo Qingchu nodded.

"It's finally our turn in Baijia Village." Mo Shuli said softly.

After the two chatted a few more words, Mo Qingchu handed the not so hot bun to Mo Shuli.

The blind brother took the bun, pinched it gently, and suddenly said, "Brother, do you say that after a person dies, will he really enter reincarnation?" ”

"Probably so." Mo Qingchu said.

This kind of saying is very popular on the earth, and not only in China, but also in many countries.

But in this world, there is never such a thing as reincarnation.

The father of the two brothers left early, and the mother was also sucked out of life by the black mist.

When Mo Shuli was sad, Mo Qingchu would move out of the reincarnation to comfort him.

At this moment, he took the bun and said to his younger brother with a smile: "My mother is three years old this year, she is a little child, she must be very cute." ”