Cultivating immortals is a hard job

Mo Xun flicked his long sleeves, rolled up Mo Yichen and disappeared.

At the same time, a faint voice came to Dong Qianxue's ears.

"Take these two back to the City Lord's Mansion, and wait until I come back to talk about everything!"

In the secret room, Mo Xun regained his usual calmness, and there was not much joy or anger on his face.

He took a deep breath and asked calmly: "What's your name and where are you from?"

Mo Yichen probably hasn't adapted to this sudden change yet. After a long while, his mind cleared up a little.

Then, he thought quickly.

Did he implicate Ling'er?

When he thought of this, he wanted to make up an identity to clear his relationship with Ling'er, but suddenly remembered that they had just publicly admitted that they were siblings. How could he deny it now?

After hesitating for a moment, he sighed in his heart.

Let him die, but I hope that the other party will not make things difficult for Ling'er for the sake of my sister's service during this period of time.

As for the relationship between him and Ling'er, it is impossible to investigate.

"My name is Mo Yichen, and I come from Xiangguo!"

Hearing this, Mo Xun's hands behind his back trembled suddenly, and the expression on his face froze for a short time.

After a long time, he asked the second question.

"Where is Xiangguo?"

Mo Yichen couldn't help but be a little confused. Could it be that the other party wanted to find their family?

By the way, this Yuanying in front of him has the tradition of exterminating the whole family.

Although the Mo family is now fragmented and has long lost the style of a big family in the past, there are still some branches scattered in the local area.

If he is found by this person, it is hard to guarantee that he will not vent his anger on other children.

Thinking of this, Mo Yichen has already closed his mouth and made up his mind not to say a word.

At the same time, he prayed secretly, hoping that his sister could be more alert and not fall for this evil thief.

But when he met Mo Xun's cold eyes, Mo Yichen shuddered unconsciously.

Could he hide it in front of a Yuanying cultivator?

If he wanted to, there were at least ten ways to make him speak.

Mo Yichen sighed again in his heart.

Anyway, the Mo family has fallen to this point, no matter how bad it is, how bad can it be?

"Xiangguo... Xunyang County!"

After spitting out these words, Mo Yichen was ready to die.

But what surprised him was that after a long time, he didn't wait for the pain he expected.

Instead, he heard these words in his ears.

Close your eyes and sit in meditation, hold your fist and meditate.

Knock your teeth thirty-six times, hold Kunlun with both hands!

Sound the heavenly drum left and right, and listen twenty-four times.

Slightly shake the pillar of heaven, and the red dragon stirs the water.

......

When these words of the mind method slowly entered his ears, Mo Yichen was stunned.

He looked at Mo Xun in disbelief, with surprise written all over his face.

"You...how do you know the Fiery Art?"

Yes, this is exactly the entry-level technique that Mo Xun learned back then, the Fiery Art!

It was with this article that Mo Xun officially entered the ranks of immortal cultivators.

He still clearly remembered the voice and smile of Mr. He, as well as the thatched cottage on Xiaoling Mountain.

Bai Cao Tang in Xunyang County!

On countless lonely nights, he held the animal skin in his hands under the weak candlelight, and looked at the lines of ancient words on it with a surging heart.

That period of time was indeed unforgettable.

During the day, he helped the Su family with work, and at night, he practiced all night.

He didn't know what the end of this practice was, but he never tired of it.

There was no pressure to advance, and he didn't have to think about where the future was.

Perhaps at that time, he just wanted to become stronger, and then one day he would stand out.

That period of time was also his most relaxed days.

Unconsciously, his thoughts seemed to have gone through a long river of history, and those faces hidden deep in his memory also appeared one by one in front of him like a revolving lantern.

Father, mother, younger brother, younger sister!

The emotions that he had deliberately ignored for many years poured out like a volcanic eruption.

He suddenly laughed out loud, and then waved his robe sleeves, and lines of golden characters appeared in the dim void, which were the fragments of "Fire Art" that he had not finished reading.

"My last name is Mo, and your last name is also Mo. How do you think I know?"

Mo Yichen was completely dumbfounded. A thought that he had never thought of and dared not think of suddenly appeared in his mind.

Mo Xun looked at the young man in front of him with complicated eyes, as if he had seen his relatives in the past.

The two people's eyes met, as if they had crossed over a long time.

A mysterious feeling of blood and affection suddenly appeared in their hearts.

Mo Yichen knelt down in a daze, his eyes full of astonishment and disbelief.

After a brief frenzy, Mo Xun regained his composure, with only a faint smile remaining on the corner of his mouth.

"You are the descendant of Xiaozhe!"

"Xiaozhe?"

Mo Yichen muttered to himself, and he suddenly woke up and blurted out: "Mozhe!"

This is his ancestor who ranks very high in the Mo family tree, how could he forget?

"You are... Mo Xun's uncle?"

Mo Xun nodded with a smile on his face.

The things in this world are really incredible.

He has been away from home for nearly two hundred and fifty years, and he never expected that one day he would meet the descendants of the Mo family again in this place thousands of miles away.

And it's in this form!

He left behind the technique to give the Mo family's children a chance.

But one day, those born with the same spiritual roots can walk out of the mountains like him.

And when the vision became a reality, he actually felt a sense of unreality.

Looking at the unfamiliar face in front of him, he wanted to find a trace of his younger brother from his eyebrows.

But he was disappointed.

The situation has changed, but it was just his wishful thinking!

"You... you are not..." Mo Yichen wanted to ask how the other party could live to this day, but when he thought of his uncle's identity as a cultivator, it seemed that everything made sense.

Then, he was in a trance.

Even if he was bold, he never expected that his uncle was actually a Yuanying cultivator!

He suddenly remembered the joke that Guo Xing had said not long ago, and it turned out to be a prophecy!

"Are you really my Mo family's ancestor?"

This made Mo Xun laugh.

"Is the Mo family so prominent now that it's worth it for me, a sect master of an immortal sect, to pretend to be one?"

"No, no, no... That's not what I mean..."

Mo Yichen immediately realized that, as Mo Xun said, who would pretend to be the ancestor of a mortal family?

And Mo Xun was able to completely reproduce the "Fire Art" and clearly state the name of his own ancestor, so how could it be false?

Thinking of this, Mo Yichen bowed down without any doubt.

"I am an unworthy descendant, Mo Yichen, and I greet my uncle!"

Looking at the descendants of the Mo family kneeling on the ground, Mo Xun felt a mixture of emotions in his heart, which were hard to describe.

After a long time, he sighed and asked, "Who else is in the Mo family now?"