In front of the temple, Mochizuki Chifuki rang several times, but there was still no one inside who responded.

Lu Jun sighed in his heart, should he still be dead, obviously he was in a hurry to hurry up so many days in advance.

Just when Mochizuki Qianxun was still waiting patiently, Lu Jun pushed her away, walked to the wooden gate, and kicked the door open with a heavy foot in the puzzled eyes of the two.

Boom! With a loud bang, the two of them frowned, and even the bold Mo Fan hesitated: ", Lao Lu, will you offend the master like this." ”

Although Mochizuki's famous sword is very gentle, as a high-level and proper super-level mage of the Shuangshou Pavilion, how can he be as his old friend.

Lu Jun didn't answer, walked a few steps quickly, and came to the wing room inside, as a reserve of the Hades King, he smelled a strong breath of death.

The two people hurriedly followed, and saw Lu Jun paused in front of the threshold.

When they looked inside, they covered their mouths in surprise, and an old monk fell to the ground, with traces of struggle around him, as if he had not been able to get up for a long time, and his breathing was extremely weak.

"Help!"

Mochizuki Qianxun hurriedly pounced on it, carefully helping the old monk up, and at the same time, gray and blue rattan spread out from his hand, which served as a fixed bracket to wrap around the old man's broken calf and arm.

She patted the old man on the back, trying to smooth his breathing.

Lu Jun was not idle, his eyes quietly flashed the light of his heart, awakening the soul that was about to fall into obscurity.

So under the double stimulation, the old monk finally woke up and coughed violently, cough cough!

Mo Fan next to him hurriedly found a small bowl, filled a bowl of water, and carefully fed it with a spoon.

What is more tricky is that the three people present have no means of treatment, and there is no way to see the condition of the old man.

Fortunately, the old monk's cultivation seemed to be good, and he quickly returned to normal, but Lu Jun, the future lord of death, saw through the other party's physical condition at a glance and shook his head slightly.

The old monk's life is not long in coming, his body is full of life, not a serious illness, but the limit of his lifespan, in this case, the medical stone is hopeless.

Even Xinxia's resurrection spirit can't help it.

Unless you go to the Tianshan Mountains in Jiuzhou, looking for the Tianji Snow Lotus will have the effect of increasing longevity, and when many big people in the world are dying, they will hire hunters to go to the Tianshan Mountains to try, and there is no success so far.

Soon, the old monk's cloudy eyes were sober, and he said gratefully: "Thank you young people, if you hadn't appeared in time, my old bones would have been gone." ”

"As a thank you, I decided to give something away." The old man said open-mindedly: "Anyway, I am old, and I will not take some of my surplus wealth with me, and I will not take it with me when I die." ”

"Master of Seven Days." Mochizuki Chiho said eagerly: "I'm Chikon, and I saw you when I was a child." ”

Hearing this, Master Qixiu looked at Qianxun, his expression became more and more shocked, and then he laughed cheerfully and said: "Look at my memory, it turns out to be Xiao Qianxun, as he grows up, he is getting more and more falling, and he almost can't recognize you." ”

The old monk said gently and kindly, "What are you looking for me?" ”

Listening to this, Mochizuki Qianfu is not a taste, a generation of old hunters, in their old age, no longer the majestic posture of the year, and the evening scene is bleak.

Lu Jun sighed, the rabbit died and the fox was sad, even if the cultivation was high, the world's master, still could not escape the fate of turning into a handful of loess after a hundred years.

Such a strong cultivation, as soon as the years are up, they actually encounter the same problems that the old man should have, and when he falls down at this age, if no one helps him, he basically can't cross the threshold.

Mo Fan was a little skeptical, at this age, was it really the existence of the Mochizuki Famous Sword that could purify the Evil Condensation Bead?

Regardless of it, he took out the evil bead wrapped in silver yarn and explained his intention.

"It's the Red Devils."

Master Qixiu gasped, and then said with a wry smile: "Look at me like this, can you still purify the Condensation Evil Bead?" My spiritual world is about to collapse. ”

Hearing this, as the three of them expected, they were all extremely regretful.

As mages get older, their magic power gradually declines.

Just like the old man Bao in the original book, he fought in the demon capital, almost didn't die, and finally came back to life and was wasted, trying not to use magic energy, so as not to consume the little life left.

Soon, Master Qixiu opened the letter sent by his old friend, and a trace of remembrance flashed in his eyes.

He looked at Lu Jun and the others and said, "I already understand your intentions, but I have consumed too much to hunt down the Red Devils over the years, and the remaining wealth may be enough for ordinary people, but it is far from enough for high-level mages." ”

"So if you really want something good, you might be disappointed."

"Nima's." Mo Fan complained: "If the Ninghua Evil Pearl is not solved, just throw it to us, just run all the way in vain." ”

Mochizuki Chiho also felt embarrassed, his father's approach was a bit of a hurry to shake the pot.

Lu Jun was more calm, and observed the points that others had not paid attention to, and he said: "Old Mo Ninghua Evil Pearl, you can keep it yourself, go back and find Old Man Bao, he is the priest of the Holy City, there is a way to deal with it." ”

"Really, you're welcome?"

Mo Fan was surprised, and happily pocketed the Ninghua Evil Pearl, although there was always a magic sound beside him, but it was nothing compared to that explosive method.

Then Mo Fan thought of Lu Jun and asked, "Then what should you do?" ”

"It's fine." Lu Jun stared at Master Qixiu and asked, "Master, as a hunter, you have traveled through many forbidden areas in cities for decades, so you must have accumulated a lot of knowledge and information. ”

"I want to ask you, where do you know where the water system is found?"

As soon as these words came out, Nanayu smiled with relief and said, "Very good young man, you didn't just focus your greedy eyes on the vain physical wealth, but asked for valuable knowledge. ”

He said proudly: "Yes, I have traveled all these years and witnessed countless things, some of which have been cursed, non-disclosure agreements, or erased memories, but the rest are also very rich. ”

As he spoke, Qixiu was a little emotional, so he coughed violently, and continued to support Mochizuki Qianxun:

"I have to admit that you have given me a problem, if you are looking for heavenly treasures such as soul seeds, cultivation holy lands, I have a lot of exact locations, and I have even personally surveyed them, and I retreated when I saw that they were not ripe."

"And the water system Holy Spirit is a thing of the same level as the elemental heaven, and the information I have can only be said to be very reliable, and I dare not guarantee it 100%."

Lu Jun's eyes lit up, and sure enough, which old Bi Deng was hiding a hand, which could be regarded as a gold coin.

The two talked for a while, and when they got the news, Lu Jun took Mo Fan to say goodbye, and left with a smile on his face.

Mochizuki Qianxun stayed, to take care of Master Qixiu, contact the hospital, looking at her gloomy look, probably also knew that Qixiu was not long in life, and now take care of the old man for the last few days and give him a ride.

Mo Fan asked curiously, "How is it, is it worth the money?" ”

"yes."

Lu Jun is in a good mood, and there are seven or eight billion soul seed news in the original book, not to mention the water system Holy Spirit.

He entrusted his ancestral family to find it, but he didn't expect that Japan would be the first to gain something, after all, the island country is surrounded by the sea, and the old monk has also dealt with the sea all his life.

(End of chapter)