Chapter 25 Cultivation in the Changchun Valley

The heavy snowfall that had been falling for several days finally stopped, and the sun seemed to have been suffocated for the past few days, so as soon as it came out, it bloomed with ten thousand rays of light, adding a touching blush to the white snow. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The darkness of the previous days was swept away between heaven and earth, and the sun's rays, coupled with the reflection of the snow, reflected the surrounding light brightly, dazzling people's eyes.

When everyone came out of their homes because of the red sun, the people of Mo Village suddenly realized that they hadn't seen Mo Qing and Huang Yaoshi for several days.

After asking Uncle Mo Lun and Aunt Li, I learned that Mo Qing followed Huang Yaoshi into the mountains to collect medicine.

Although I couldn't figure out how to find medicine in the mountains in the winter when the snow closed the mountains, the people in Mocun still didn't feel too strange, and they didn't have too many questions.

Huang Yaoshi's weirdness is obvious to all, and even if he does something more out of the ordinary, people think it's normal.

People are like this, a strange thing is seen a lot, and it is not strange.

Mo Qing and Huang Yaoshi actually didn't go far, nor did they go into the mountains to collect medicine as Uncle Mo Lun and Aunt Li said, at this time they were not too far from the village at the Black Stone Slope, of course, not squatting on the Black Stone Slope, but in that hidden valley.

The formation at the Black Stone Slope is very magical, if it weren't for Mo Qing saying that there is a valley here, even a well-informed person like Huang Laoxie would not have thought that there would be a cave in this inconspicuous place.

Although Huang Laoxi's dantian was broken, his cultivation was not left, and he could never re-embark on the path of cultivation, but his divine sense still retained a lot.

Alchemy originally required a high level of human soul power, Huang Laoxi, as a good Dan master, the divine soul was naturally not much worse, even if he was not lightly injured by Liu Ruhai, it was still much stronger than ordinary monks of the same level.

If it was just a divine soul, before he was injured, he could be comparable to someone in the early stage of Yudan.

However, he didn't find the slightest flaw here, and this was when he knew in advance that there was a formation here, and he deliberately searched for it.

This made Huang Yaoshi have to admire the clever methods of the people who set up the formation.

As for how to enter the valley, Huang Laoxie finally found a way after trying for a long time - the key was the jade pendant hanging from Mo Qing's neck.

This jade pendant with a wolf's head is like the key to open here, if you don't carry the jade pendant, then no matter how you look for it, you won't find anything abnormal, just like Uncle Merun, all over the slope, it's also useless.

Not only can the wearer enter the mysterious valley, but other people who come into contact with the jade pendant can also enter it.

Changchun Valley is the new name given by Mo Qing to this mysterious valley, the name is very arbitrary, because the outside is icy and snowy, the cold wind is biting, but the valley is warm like spring, so it is crowned with the word Changchun.

There is no big difference between the current Changchun Valley and the first time Moqing came, the difference is that on the north side of the valley, against the stone wall, there are three more simple huts built of branches and thatch.

In the east side of the hut, a five- or six-year-old child sits cross-legged on a bed made of trees.

The child's immature face had a calm that did not match his age, and his breath was long, with an indescribable charm between his breath and breath, and he seemed to naturally integrate into nature.

If you look closely, you can see that the vegetation near his house is more vigorous than in other places.

That's because with his cultivation, a lot of wood aura has gathered around him, and the nearby grass and trees are nourished by a large amount of wood aura.

Aoki Gong is not a kind of domineering exercise, intercepting the essence of heaven and earth for one's own use, on the contrary, it is complementary to the surrounding things and a win-win relationship, and while cultivating oneself, it will also feed back the things around you.

With a sigh of relief, Mo Qing opened his eyes that had been closed for a long time and ended his practice.

As soon as his right hand was raised, a few hair-thick turquoise gases appeared in his hands, and this was the result of his cultivation in the past few days.

Mo Qing stared at the green spiritual power that jumped slightly in his palm for a while, and then took it back into the dantian.

Jumped lightly to the ground, walked to the door and looked at the green willow on the west side of the valley and yawned, and then stretched lazily, and there was a crackling sound from the body that had not moved for a long time.

Mo Qing now deeply realized what cultivation was not easy, and for a few days, he practiced day and night, until the meridians reached the limit of the stinging pain that he could bear, and he would not stop to rest, not daring to relax in the slightest.

But that's it, it's just that he has cultivated such a little spiritual power in the dantian, which is far from the cultivation speed he imagined.

It's still a true spiritual root of the three attributes, if it's a pseudo spiritual root, then the speed of cultivation doesn't know how slow it will be.

Mo Qing was glad in his heart for a while that he was not a pseudo-spiritual root, and reached out to catch the lucky general who jumped over after seeing him get up.

rubbed two handfuls on the top of its head, making a mess of the hair, and provoked Fu to wave his paws at Mo Qing in dissatisfaction. Looking at its embarrassed appearance, Mo Qing couldn't help laughing.

After playing with Fu Jiang for a while, Mo Qing went to the westernmost room to cook.

It's a house, but it's just a simple shed made of branches and thatch, but it seems to have a different flavor at this time.

Originally, Huang Yaoshi was responsible for the work of cooking, but since Mo Qing had eaten a meal he had cooked once, he said that he would not let Huang Laoxie cook anymore, even if Huang Laoxie babbled that he did not know the delicacies of the world and buried the delicacies of the world, it did not change his firm approach.

When passing by the room in the middle, Mo Qing stretched out his head to look at Huang Laoxi, who was still asleep on the bed, and then walked to the clear spring on the south side of the valley with the bucket.

Originally, there was no spring water here, but after coming in, after carefully turning around this small valley, Uncle Merlun found that the soil here was particularly damp, so he used a pickaxe to gouge it twice, and before he could think about it, he got water out of it twice.

So after half a day's work, there was a clear spring surrounded by stones.

The spring was also wonderful, but it filled up the pit that Uncle Merlun had circled, and then the water ceased to bubble out, and not the slightest spill of water to the outside.

The water is also clear, two feet deep, you can see it at a glance, and from time to time there are one or two bubbles swaying from the spring to the surface of the water, where they stay for a while before they break silently.

Tiny droplets landed on the calm water, causing many invisible ripples, intermingling and then slowly dissipating.

Perhaps because of the deep mountains, the spring water was sweet and delicious, which made Mo Lun and the others very happy, and felt that their efforts were not in vain.

Carrying water, when passing the door of the middle room, Mo Qing stopped again, and after not seeing the slightest sign of Huang Laoxi's sobriety, he walked away again and went straight to the kitchen.

There is a reason why Huang Laoxie is asleep.

Back then, Huang Laoxie was plotted by Liu Ruhai, not only Daoji was abolished, but also the soul was seriously traumatized in the later desperate efforts, after these years of recuperation, although he recovered some, but still fell into extremely serious hidden dangers.

At the end of every month, I have a seizure, and when I have a splitting headache, I am worse than dead.

Yesterday was the end of the month, the moon did not appear as scheduled, and the Changchun Valley at night was pitch black, and the five fingers could not be seen. Mo Qing, who was cultivating, heard bursts of suppressed moans of pain coming from the southernmost part of the valley.

Although the voice was distorted like a human voice, Mo Qing immediately heard who the owner of the voice was.

After hurriedly collecting the work, Mo Qing flew towards the place where the sound came from, and the monkey drilling forest body method was used by him to the extreme.

Since Huang Laoxie taught him some methods of using his divine sense a few days ago, Mo Qing can now sense the things around him even at night in his thirties, otherwise he would have been knocked unconscious by running in the valley at this speed.

Coming to the south of the valley, Mo Qing found Huang Laoxi, who was suffering, with his powerful spirit, Mo Qing could clearly feel that Huang Laoxi's mouth was biting his sleeve desperately, trying not to make a sound.

Mo Qing understood the reason why Huang Laoxie did this, he hid in the southernmost part of the valley, and endured the inhuman torture alone, just because he was afraid of disturbing his cultivation, and he didn't want his most vulnerable side to be seen by others.

Mo Qing rubbed his sour nose, and then ignored Huang Laoxi's objections and carried the beloved old man back to the house.

After understanding the situation, Mo Qing took out the jade pendant from his neck and pasted it on Huang Laoxie's head.

It turns out that this jade pendant is still as magical as ever, not long after putting it on Huang Laoxi's head, Huang Laoxi's expression soothed a lot, and then he fell asleep, until this morning, when Mo Qing finished his work, Huang Laoxie was still asleep.

After filling the simple stove with chopping wood, Mo Qing did not light the fire, but stared at the middle finger raised in his right hand.

As time passed, Mo Qing's face gradually turned red, until Fu Jiang wanted to step forward and touch his master's forehead to see if he was sick, and the space half an inch above Mo Qing's finger suddenly fluctuated.

Then a series of reddish flames appeared out of thin air, and later turned into a fireball the size of a sparrow's egg, and the scorching heat made Fu Jiang hurriedly retract his half-outstretched claws.

Stretching out his hand into the stove, with a bang, the firewood in the stove was ignited, and a raging fire ignited in a short time.

Mo Qing breathed a sigh of relief, the red on his face faded a lot, and he finally condensed this fireball again, otherwise he would have to eat cold rice again.

The Fireball Technique was given to him by Huang Laoxie the day before yesterday, and it was said to be a basic spell that cultivators must learn. After saying that, he took the fire knife and flint in his hand, and then said lightly: "If you can't cultivate the fireball, then you will either eat raw rice or go hungry in the future, anyway, the old man doesn't care." ”

As he spoke, he took out the fire knife flint from his arms, and after shaking it in front of Mo Qing's eyes, he put it into his arms without changing his face in Mo Qing's slightly stunned gaze, and then said to Mo Qing, 'Let's start', and then the person went to the house, and he didn't come out for a long time, and he didn't know what he had done inside.

This threat is undoubtedly huge for Mo Qing who has a mouth in his mouth, so he is also very careful in practice.

As it turned out, this basic spell was not at all easy to refine, and it didn't live up to its name at all.

After eating two meals of cold dry food and emptying the true qi in his body three times, Mo Qing finally succeeded in condensing a small flame in the middle of the night, making his little face pale and sweaty, and he almost fainted.

However, after seeing its power, Mo Qing's heart was balanced, although it was only a low-level spell, but the power was not small, and a row of half-finger-deep pits on the stone wall on the west side of the valley were made by Mo Qing with it.