One Piece: God of War

The white-haired old man looked at Mo Wen expectantly, hoping to get the answer he dreamed of.

"Of course it is possible to recover. Since cultivation can be abolished, it can naturally be restored again, no matter what the circumstances." Mo Wen said calmly. This is not a question of whether it can be done, but whether it can be done.

With ordinary methods, it is almost impossible for a person like this who has been disabled for decades to return to his previous cultivation level.

If Mo Wen had not received Ji Wuya's inheritance, he would not be able to cure such a problem. In other words, it is almost impossible to rejuvenate a person with ordinary medical skills. Only methods at the level of an immortal cultivator can change the fate of the old man.

"It is really possible to recover." The white-haired old man was extremely excited. He took Mo Wen's hand and received the exact answer. He could no longer hold back the excitement in his heart.

Since this young man said this, it means that he has a certain degree of confidence. If it were a young man before, he would definitely not believe it, but now he is in a desperate situation with no way out. Any hope, even if it is slim, he can't believe it. Want to catch. What's more, this young man gave him a rather mysterious and profound feeling.

"Old man, I'm just saying it's possible, but I can't guarantee that you'll be able to recover, and your situation is not easy to treat." Mo Wen sat on a chair, took a sip of tea, and said leisurely.

The white-haired old man knew in his heart that this condition would definitely not be easy to treat, otherwise he would not have searched for miracle doctors all over the world, and no one would be able to restore his cultivation in the end.

"Brother, as long as you can help the old man recover his cultivation, and when the old man is done with what's on his mind, he will come back to you and serve you as his master. This life will be yours from now on."

The white-haired old man could naturally see that this young man would not treat people casually, let alone his serious condition. Without an attractive reward, he would definitely not treat him. Although he was once a strong man in the third level of Wuzong, he stood at the pinnacle of martial arts brilliantly. But that was just before. Now he has nothing to offer. Apart from himself, he has almost nothing to offer.

"Old sir. Then we've made an agreement."

Mo Wen smiled and nodded. Naturally, he had a purpose in saying that. The old man was a peerless expert in the third level of Wuzong. If he could help him recover his cultivation. And recruiting him under his command will definitely be a big help.

After some conversation, Mo Wen learned that the old man's name was Ling Feng. He was a world-famous figure a hundred years ago. When his cultivation reaches the level of Wuzong, his longevity will increase greatly. Usually Wuzong lives to be a little over two hundred years old. There is no problem. A Three Realm Martial Sect like Ling Feng will have a longer lifespan.

Wooden house in a sea of ​​flowers, birds singing and flowers fragrant. Mo Wen did not stay here longer. After discussing some details with the white-haired old man, he left the valley.

Ling Feng's meridians all over his body were destroyed, his Dantian attainments were shattered, and all the essence of his body had been lost. In a situation like this, it would not be easy to recover. Even if Mo Wen had the ability to treat him, it would still take a lot of effort.

He left some healing pills for Ling Feng to take care of his body, which could improve his health before formal treatment. Reduce the difficulty of treatment.

The clouds were rolling, and the fog was connected with the trees, making the visibility in the psychedelic array very low. Mo Wen relied on his superb experience. Got out of the psychedelic array smoothly.

In fact, the location of the psychedelic array is right next to Wuhumen, it can almost be said that it is inside Wuhumen, but it is covered by the psychedelic array, and almost no one has discovered this area. The latest chapter of Yin Yang Detective.

Back at the wooden house, Mo Wen continued to heal his wounds with peace of mind. As for curing Ling Feng, he doesn't have the ability yet. He needs to refine a high-grade elixir passed down to him by Ji Wuya. In his current situation, he has no ability to refine the elixir at all, so he can only wait until he fully recovers. Say it again.

The elixirs in the world of immortal cultivation naturally have grades, but for ordinary warriors, they have little understanding of the concept of elixir grades, because an ordinary warrior uses the most common elixirs. Many people have never had the opportunity to come into contact with something at the level of spiritual elixirs in their lives. For most warriors, spiritual elixirs are legendary existences, so how do they know the grades of elixirs.

In the world of cultivating immortals, the level of elixirs corresponds to the levels of elixirs, which are divided into spiritual elixirs, mysterious elixirs, holy elixirs, and elixirs.

Each grade is divided into four grades: low grade, medium grade, top grade, and top grade.

Generally speaking, almost all of the elixirs that warriors exchanged from Tianhua Palace were low-grade elixirs, and middle-grade elixirs rarely appeared.

In the past, Mo Wen could only barely refine low-grade elixirs. If he was lucky, he could occasionally refine one or two of mid-grade elixirs. As for the high-grade elixir, he almost never thought about it because he knew that he could not refine it at all.

Not long ago, after Ji Wuya's soul seal was lifted, he received more inheritance, and then he dared to try to refine the high-grade elixir.

At night, it was still Wang Qian who brought Mo Wen food. She placed a food box on the table, then turned around and prepared to leave. She didn't seem to want to pay any attention to Mo Wen.

"Wang Qian, why is Wan'er coming back later and later these days?"

Mo Wen looked at the sky outside and frowned slightly. It was completely dark. According to the usual situation, Wan'er should be back. But in the past few days, he found that Wan'er came back later and later, and she was quite tired every time she came back.

"It's not because of you, if not"

Wang Qian glared at Mo Wen angrily, and suddenly stopped talking mid-sentence. She just snorted and looked at Mo Wen with a somewhat dissatisfied look.

"What happened to Wan'er?" Mo Wen asked softly. He had seen before that Wan'er's life in this sect was not easy, and he expected that the life of the lower-level disciples would be difficult. But these days, it seems to be developing in an increasingly bad direction.

"You just need to know that Wan'er has paid a lot for you, and I don't ask you for anything in return. Wan'er saved you because she has kind thoughts in her heart. If you want to repay her, pass on this kindness."

Wang Qian sighed softly. She almost let it slip just now. Although she wanted to complain about Wan'er being punished by the sect for saving Mo Wen, Wan'er wouldn't let her say it. Wan'er is like a blank sheet of paper, dreaming of living in a fairy tale world. She hopes that everyone will be kind and loving, and that everyone will be happy. This idea is childish, but Wan'er is so innocent.

"Because of me" Mo Wen said thoughtfully.

Wang Qian shook her head and turned away. She didn't want to say anything more to Mo Wen. Although she was very unhappy in her heart, she felt sorry for Wan'er and wanted to complain. But she wouldn't really go to Mo Wen to complain. She didn't appreciate this kind of venting. She felt wronged because Wan'er felt wronged. This girl, Wan'er, can bear everything silently and never complains, so who does she have the right to complain.

Mo Wen looked at Wang Qian's back and frowned slightly. Wan'er worked so hard every day because of him.

The night is getting darker and darker, and the bright moon hangs high in the sky. The night is extremely quiet, and it seems that the sound of wind and insects are becoming more and more cautious.

Mo Wen couldn't calm down to heal his wounds, because Wan'er hadn't come back yet, and it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. Wan'er would come over to visit him every night and go back to rest after seeing Mo and asking him how he was. The last time he visited before was just before nine o'clock, but now it was already past ten o'clock.

Just when Mo Wen was feeling a little uneasy, there were slight footsteps outside. Mo Wen's eyes flashed, Wan'er was back.

Sure enough, after a moment, the wooden door was pushed open from the outside, and Wan'er dragged her tired body in.

"Brother Mo, I was late tonight because I wasted some time tonight. Are you feeling better? Did Sister Wang Qian bring you food? Have you drank the medicine I boiled for you?"

Amelia Su asked habitually as soon as she entered the door.

"After drinking the medicine prepared by Wan'er, my body is recovering faster and faster. It won't take long for me to recover." Mo Wen said with a smile.

"That's good."

A happy smile appeared on Wan'er's lips. She glanced at the house, then picked up the broom and prepared to clean the house as usual.

"Wan'er, you're crying"

Mo Wen asked softly. He found that Wan'er looked quite tired, her face was pale and she looked haggard. Her eyes were a little red and swollen, as if she had just cried.

"No, when I came here just now, the wind and sand blew into my eyes." Wan'er immediately shook her head.

"Wan'er, you are not a good kid who lies to others. Can you tell me anything?" Mo Wen smiled. This girl, Wan'er, is actually very strong inside.

Wan'er lowered her head, her face slightly red. Her lie was discovered, which made her feel a little ashamed. She was not good at lying at all.

"Wan'er, do you go down the mountain to collect herbs every day?" Mo Wen asked. Through these days of observation, he also discovered that Wan'er was dealing with herbal medicine every day, because she had a strong herbal smell. Of course, nothing can be hidden from Mo Wen.

"Yes." Wan'er nodded gently.

"Are you crying because you didn't complete the task and were punished by the supervisor?" Mo Wen said softly. Although he didn't know the specific situation, he could guess it with a little thought. In order to effectively manage sects, sect rules are usually very strict. For things like going down the mountain to collect herbs, each sect will set a certain amount of tasks to prevent disciples from being lazy and wandering down the mountain instead of doing business.

"I have failed to complete the task four times. If I do it one more time, my cultivation will be abolished and I will be kicked out of the sect."

When Mo Wen guessed the reason, Wan'er's tears flowed down unsatisfactoryly. She felt very aggrieved but didn't know who to tell her to.

Generally speaking, most of the ancient martial arts disciples who have been kicked out of the sect are not qualified to leave with their cultivation. More than 90% of them will have their cultivation revoked by the sect and are not allowed to teach the sect's martial arts to others. Once discovered, will be eradicated. Almost all ancient martial arts sects use this method to completely sever ties with those expelled disciples.

"Tell Brother Mo, the task of collecting herbs should not be difficult to complete." Mo Wen walked to Wan'er and pulled her to sit down at the table, preventing her from doing any more housework.

After all, Wan'er was just a little girl. After Mo Wen guessed the reason and asked with concern, she couldn't help but confide her grievances to Mo Wen.

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