"It's ...... Where?"

Mo Qian felt that his vision was blurred, and his gaze was only blotchy white, and the pain in his head hit him, almost making him faint again.

"Am I dead?"

Mo Qian tugged at the corners of his mouth, but he touched the wound on his face, and he gasped in pain, and this repeated pain of flesh and skin made him know that he was still in the world.

"Water ......" Mo Qian groaned weakly, waking up the sleepy village girl next to her.

After replenishing water, Mo Qian regained a little strength, twisted his neck stiffly, and found himself lying on a simple bed, and the white he saw at first was the coarse cloth mosquito net on the bed to cover the dust and prevent insects.

"You're awake, young man. ”

The village girl saw that Mo Qian was gradually sobering up, and her face was happy:

"You've been in a coma for more than half a month! If it weren't for the elixir of Zhang Shenxian in the village, I'm afraid you would have gone to the Netherworld to report a long time ago. ”

"Thank you Grandma for coming to the rescue, cough cough ......"

Mo Qian looked at the village girl in coarse cloth clothes, and said in a somewhat hoarse voice: "Good, the old man is naturally indispensable to your ......"

"Are you sick and confused...... young man?"

The village girl stepped forward and stretched out her right hand, but Mo Qian's heart tightened violently, and she stretched out her arm to block the calloused palm, but the simple action pulled the wound again, and he snorted in pain.

The palm of the hand went around Mo Qian's slightly raised arm and lightly covered Mo Qian's forehead.

"Ouch, it's a little hot! It's all burning this kid...... I'll make you some ginger soup, and you'll rest here in peace." ”

The village girl walked out of the room in a hurry, and went to boil ginger soup depending on the situation.

'Young man...... ...... kid?'

Mo Qian snorted coldly in her heart: "Hmph! When the old man can walk, her grandmother is afraid that she was not born...... Mo Qian raised his palm and looked at it, and couldn't help but be taken aback, his hand, which was originally full of devastation, was now slender and white, like green onions, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was a slender jade finger.

"No, did I unknowingly take my soul...... Or is it a direct plane rebirth?"

Mo Qian struggled to get up, regardless of the pain of the wound, and lay on the basin next to the bed, he saw at a glance: full of silver hair, bright eyes and bright teeth, straight nose and sword eyebrows, and a clearly visible tear mole in the corner of his eye.

It was a familiar and unfamiliar face, familiar because it was indeed his, strange because he hadn't seen it in a long time - this was what he looked like when he was younger.

Mo Qian sat paralyzed by the basin, his mind was blank, and muttered: "The old man has crossed over for a long time......"

The door was pushed open with a 'squeak', and the village girl just now came in with a bowl of steaming ginger soup, and saw Mo Qian, who was sitting on the ground, and shouted:

"Oh, what are you doing, the injury is so serious, I finally woke up, and quickly went to bed ......and lay down."

After that, he put down the ginger soup and helped Mo Qian, who was like soft mud, to bed.

"Grandma, how many years is it in the Xingyuan calendar?"

"We all call it ephemeris...... If I'm not mistaken, it's 1678", the village girl said and fed Mo Qian a mouthful ......of ginger soup, "We went up the mountain to dig wild vegetables and create evil! I saw you covered in blood from afar, hanging on the trees on the mountain, but it frightened us, you are also fateful, and you are a little angry."

The village girl talked endlessly about the whole process of meeting Mo Qian, but Mo Qian didn't listen to a word.

'In the year 1678 of the Star Yuan calendar, it seems that there is no crossing, so I will say how can I be so cheesy and encounter such an old-fashioned bridge...... Huh......? Is that the elixir?'

Mo Qian gradually recalled the scene half a month ago: he was entrusted by someone to go to the Lin family to refine a new type of pill for them, but found that the medicine needed to consume thousands of years of spiritual energy as an introduction to become a pill. Chased to Purgatory Mountain, he encountered a trap that had already been arranged, and his crime became Tu Village, and he was killed by the righteous people including the Jade Cicada, he had to take the risk of using the aura of everyone present as an introduction, swallowed the thing that he named the Reversal Pill, and finally took advantage of the explosion of the magic weapon to escape with the Falling Rain Talisman, and the function of the Falling Rain Talisman is to randomly teleport to a location within a radius of 100 kilometers .......

Reversal Pill, as the name suggests, can reverse the situation and rejuvenate the youth, but it is just a semi-finished product that has not been experimented.

Seeing Mo Qian's eyes, the village girl asked with concern, "Young man, are you okay? What is your name? Where did you come from? Why did you hang on the tree?"

Mo Qian came back to his senses and glanced at the ginger soup in the village girl's hand: "Old man...... Uh, my name is ...... Moqian ...... Well, Jiang Moqian, a native of Languo, is an ancestral healer, but he didn't expect to be attacked by wild beasts when he went up the mountain to collect medicine this time, so he had to climb a tree to survive......"

Mo Qian's tone changed quickly, maybe he hadn't aged in his heart. And the name Moqian, he hasn't used it for about a thousand years, and few people know this name. He prefers to use the pseudonym Qingdan on weekdays, but now the name Qingdan can no longer be used, so he has to use the name Hui Moqian.

"No wonder...... "The village girl suddenly realized, "but you are really fate...... The son of that fairy also went into the mountains to collect medicine a few years ago, and now he hasn't come back, I think this eighty percent is also eaten by the beast...!"

"Thank you Grandma for saving me", Mo Qian has not felt such meticulous care since he stepped into the path of cultivation, he can't help but feel a little nostalgic, and his wariness of the village girl has also been let go of a little.

"I don't know what Grandma is called?"

"Just call me Aunt Li"

"Aunt Li, I don't have anything good here...... Mo Qian touched his waist, which was empty, and then looked at his finger that should have been full of rings, which was empty, and then touched the cuffs again, which was empty, and had been changed into coarse silk clothes.

"Aunt Li, where are my things?" Mo Qian suddenly realized that he seemed to be going bankrupt, his voice couldn't help but choke a little, and his hand unconsciously grasped the quilt.

"What kind of thing, when you were rescued, you didn't have anything on your body, even your clothes were torn, you didn't think you were guilty! You don't suspect that I stole your things, do you......?

Mo Qian hurriedly touched his neck, fortunately, the milky white necklace was still there, and the other artifacts were most likely damaged in the explosion. Those spiritual weapons all had magic circle seals, and if the villagers wanted to steal them, it would be absolutely impossible to take them down with their physical mortals.

"No, no...... I just wanted to take something outside of my body as a thank-you gift, but now ......" Mo Qian scratched his head.

He had never experienced the current embarrassing situation, as an alchemy wizard, coupled with the nature of a profiteer, he had never felt material deprivation.

"Evil~" Aunt Li laughed heartily, "Our village is called Laifu Village, and it is a blessing to come, it is best if you are okay, what kind of thank you gifts, this kid ......"

Aunt Li said a few words of greeting, and told Mo Qian that Zhang Shenxian was very happy to hear that he had woken up, and would take time to come to see him in the afternoon, and let Mo Qian rest well, just shout twice if there is anything. Aunt Li's child's call for Moqian made him very unaccustomed to it, so he could only respond with uh-huh.

finally sent Aunt Li away, and Mo Qian decided to use endoscopy to take a look at her physical condition. Zhang Shenxian Bacheng in Aunt Li's mouth is also an immortal cultivator, so she has to plan early, so as not to expose her stuffing in front of Zhang Shenxian. He sat upright and activated his spell.

“......”

'Why!'

Mo Qian panicked: "What about the old man's cultivation! What ......about the old man's thousand-year-old cultivation?"

At this time, the sea of Mo Qian's qi was completely empty, and the cultivation seemed to be squeezed dry, and there was not a drop left.

Mo Qian was a little devastated, he had been cultivating for thousands of years, with his own intelligence and talent, coupled with the assistance of various elixirs, he finally survived to the early stage of Guiyuan, but he didn't expect that a misstep would become a thousand years of hatred, and he was now not even as good as an ordinary cultivator in the refining period, and he couldn't even perform the most basic endoscopic technique.

The Star Scar Continent, where Moqian is located, is rich in spiritual energy, and immortal cultivation is prevalent. Legend has it that about 10,000 years before the Xingyuan, someone discovered the Xuanjing aura, but it did not attract attention, and then 3,500 years before the Xingyuan, the Taoist sage Laozi found that the Xuanjing aura can be used by people, founded Taoism, and relied on the amazing talent to ascend to the immortal, and the curtain of cultivating immortals was opened.

Today, with the emergence of various methods of cultivating immortals, the system of immortal cultivators is also constantly improving, and it is divided into a three-legged situation of Buddha, demons, and Tao. The path of advancement of the three schools is generally the same, such as the Taoism where Moqian was at the beginning, which is divided into ten stages: forging the body, cultivating the mind, gathering qi, concentrating, building Dan, doppelganger, transforming the realm, returning to the yuan, becoming a great success, and feathering. After Mo Qian entered the demon, the advancement became simple and rude, but it was only missing the two stages of cultivating the mind and gathering qi, and the other two schools of Taoism and Buddhism were no different. The Taoist sage Lao Tzu once said: The road is simple, and the evolution is complex, which is also the truth.

Mo Qian was sluggish for a long time, but decided to meditate and gather qi to give it a try.

After working hard for half an hour, Mo Qian, whose expression was as if he was constipated from old age, finally felt a trace of aura, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he has no aura at all, and the speed of gathering qi is much slower than before, at least he can still feel the aura, which means that he will be able to cultivate again sooner or later.

"Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood, it's better to live than to die," Mo Qian comforted himself.

"Oh, the little brother is also an immortal cultivator?" The door was pushed open, and Mo Qian saw a middle-aged man with a goatee walking into the house, dressed in a cyan robe, with a majestic physique, and a long sword behind his back.

Mo Qian's eyes rolled, and he knew who was coming.

"If you guessed correctly, you are Zhang Shenxian, juniors, thank you for saving your life!" He pretended to want to get out of bed and saluted, and pretended to gasp in pain, and was sure to be held by Zhang Shenxian.

"Hey, little brother, it is our duty to save the dead and help the wounded, and to uphold justice is originally our duty as cultivators, so there is no need to be so polite!"

"Hmph!" Mo Qianxin said: "Let Uncle Ben salute you, what you think is beautiful", but he said: "Zhang Shenxian has a wonderful hand to rejuvenate, and his medical skills are brilliant, I really admire and admire him!"

Zhang Shenxian was praised with a red face, and his heart was secretly refreshed: "Everywhere, the little brother is in good health, otherwise I will be lacking in skills, hahahahaha"

After boasting to each other for a while, Mo Qian asked with concern.

"I see that the seniors are magnificent, they must not be mortals, the younger generations have been extremely yearning for cultivating immortals since they were children, I don't know what school the seniors learned, can you recommend me, let me ask for a fairy fate?"

Zhang Shenxian stroked his goatee, his face was unfathomable, "That's a long story......