[Master] Why is a hometown

Daozhen's blow this time is not insignificant.

Beizong fell apart as early as Ge Xianchuan and Baopuzi's martial arts duel, and Liu Fei retired. Although Juan Shoutian became famous in the Taoist world in the first battle, everyone in the Taoist world did not know that this seemingly brilliant victory was actually a rivalry.

Nan Zong was defeated by Tired Shou Tian, ​​and was afraid of Yuan Wuxiang's strength. For the time being, no one asked Bei Zong for shame, so he could only hold a group to keep warm, and implored his former head teacher Shi Dongji to take back the power.

Tired of harvesting the sky and becoming famous all over the world, there was no place for people to refer to.

It seems so on the surface, but the two parties are bearing the same pain and pressure.

Although Mu Xinyuan was skeptical about Tired Shoutian's act of killing Shangnanzong, but things have changed, and now that the North and South Daozhen have parted ways, Yuan Wuxiang hardly stays behind closed doors, and she has no chance to investigate carefully.

The days seem to go back to the past when there was no country, no power and no power, and they lived an ordinary life together.

But she knew that Yuan Wuxiang was not as peaceful as it appeared on the surface.

He often goes to the back mountain alone, meditating on the rugged mountain wall.

Regarding the inextricable knot in the North and South Roads, his thinking is more complicated than that of Tired Shoutian.

Tired and trapped in fellow practitioners' friendship, Yuan Wuxiang thinks farther and farther, such as Daozhen's future-in addition to friendship, moral sense and overall perspective are also shackles that bind him.

Even if they are intimate couples, Mu Xinyuan can't help in this matter, but she is not completely helpless.

After Yunyi Baichuan severed his finger, he fell into a state of self-defeating and self-abandonment, drinking all day to drown his sorrows; Puyang Gangyi and Lingxi Zhixia were quite resentful of Yuan Wuxiang's behavior, and had already pulled a group of fellow practitioners away from Nan Daozhen to establish their own boxing domain.

Yuan Wuxiang once wanted to visit Yunyi Baichuan, but was turned away by Quan Yu.

And because Mu Xinyuan tried his best to save the disciples when Tired Shoutian killed Shangnanzong, he was not quite rejected, and was able to meet Yunyi Baichuan smoothly.

...What a pity.

He was originally such a high-spirited person, but now he lives in a state of chaos, paralyzed by alcohol.

If Yuan Wuxiang saw his junior brother in such a state, he would probably sigh with shame.

Mu Xinyuan simply prepared a prescription and handed it to Lingxi Zhixia, asking her to steal the medicine into the wine according to the prescription. From now on, even if Yunyi Baichuan drinks excessively, it will not damage his internal organs; look at himself.

"Sister-in-law...thank you."

Lingxi pointed at Xia and sent her away with an awkward expression.

"You are Welcome."

Lingxi bit her lips, and asked unwillingly and resentfully: "Sister-in-law, master...I mean Yuan Wuxiang...why did he do this?"

"What do you say?"

Mu Xinyuan asked back.

"I……"

Mu Xinyuan will not be as forbearing as Yuan Wuxiang, and said sharply: "Frankly speaking, Tired Shoutian killed Shang Nanzong and Daozhen has been torn apart. If Nanzong is killed again, the whole Daozhen will become a laughing stock of Daoism. Decline or even disappearance is a foreseeable end result."

"This, but..." Lingxi pointed to Xia and wanted to refute, but couldn't find a reason.

Mu Xinyuan helped the medicine basket that had slipped from his shoulders, and smiled alienatedly: "In fact, everyone knows the reason, but everyone chooses to act according to their personal emotions, and he has become the one who is out of place and unforgivable." .”

"Sister-in-law, I understand what you mean... But, should Nanzong be humiliated for nothing by Tired Shoutian!"

"Everyone has his or her own weight, but it's up to you." Mu Xinyuan didn't want to argue with her anymore: "I'm on your senior brother's side."

Lingxi pointed to Xia and quickly argued: "Hey, I don't want to draw a line with sister-in-law... Quan Yu always welcomes sister-in-law to visit."

"I'll come when I have time." Mu Xinyuan said lightly, "Take good care of your second brother."

"A Yuan, how is Junior Brother Yun?"

Seeing her return, Yuan Wuxiang asked immediately.

"The injury of the severed finger was fortunately dealt with in a timely manner. His problem now is that he is depressed and angry. It has always been difficult to solve, but let's see if he can overcome this hurdle."

"I heard that he drank his sorrows with alcohol, would he..." Yuan Wuxiang was a little worried.

"I have prepared a prescription for Zhixia. Adding it to wine can avoid the risk of physical damage," Mu Xinyuan smiled mischievously: "And this medicine has the effect of stimulating the meridians. Drinking more will help the martial arteries and the body. Maybe One day when he untangles his heart knot and resumes his practice, he will unexpectedly find that his skill has improved to a higher level."

Yuan Wuxiang was startled when he heard the words, he couldn't help chuckling, and looked at her tenderly: "A Yuan is always considerate."

"Yeah, stop." Mu Xinyuan made a silent gesture: "Should I thank me again? There are many, don't do this."

"You don't want to listen to me and I have to say, thank you for everything."

Yuan Wuxiang stretched out his arms to hug her, and put his chin on the top of her head.

On the day and night of Tired Shoutian's battle against Nanzong, if Ah Yuan hadn't organized manpower to treat the wounded in time, Nanzong's loss would have been even greater.

During this period of time, if it wasn't for A Yuan's company, he could only drink alone in his depression.

In the past, the owner of the medicine king Gu once told him privately that it was his luck to marry A Yuan.

—he was sure of it.

The two were cuddling each other, just at the time of tenderness, a loud shout suddenly sounded outside the misty rain and setting sun.

"Hello—does Yinbiao's family live here——"

It sounded like a boy, but the next moment he was scolded by someone: "Shut up, don't be rude!"

"Ok?"

The two looked at each other, Yuan Wuxiang went to open the gate, but saw an old man and a child standing outside the gate, seeing him appearing, he made a gesture of saluting.

"Old man can't." Yuan Wuxiang hurriedly hugged the old man: "Why is this so?"

"The old man lives in the Southern Sect. In the past, my son and daughter-in-law and I were infected with the disease, and he was cured by the grace of the respected wife. Now that the grandson has grown up, the old man hopes that he can follow the respected wife to study medicine, and he will hang the pot to help the world. I also hope that the wife will not give up."

The little boy beside him muttered dissatisfiedly: "I don't want to study medicine..."

"To shut up!"

The old man raised his hand and gave his grandson a chestnut.

The little boy pressed his forehead, stood beside him pouting and didn't speak again, that little boy looked very aggrieved.

Mu Xinyuan also came to the door after hearing the words, and looked at the grandparents with great interest: "What's your name?"

"In the case of Madam, my name is Mo Xunzong."

Still pouted, the little boy answered unhappily.

Mu Xinyuan thought for a while, but he really didn't remember when he treated this family, but he thought this little boy was quite interesting, thinking of Yuan Wuxiang's name that he called the door just now, his heart skipped a beat.

Mu Xinyuan pondered for a moment, then said with a smile, "The old man wants him to learn art from a teacher, and I agree."

"I don't... Mmmmm!!!"

The little boy was still waiting to refute, but was dragged aside by the delighted old man who firmly covered his mouth.

"Thank you ma'am, thank you ma'am!"

"Come and report tomorrow."

When the grandpa and grandson dragged their way away, Yuan Wuxiang said in surprise: "Ah Yuan actually intends to accept disciples?"

——As far as he knew, Yaowang Gumen recruited disciples not so casually.

"No." Mu Xinyuan smiled maliciously, stretched out two fingers and pinched Yuan Wuxiang's face: "You are the one who recruited disciples."

"what?"

"He doesn't want to study medicine at all. I think he's more interested in you. Anyway, he's idle. If you're the head of Yinbiao, you can take in a young apprentice for entertainment."

"A Yuan..." Unexpectedly, Yuan Wuxiang couldn't laugh or cry.

"It's settled like this." Mu Xinyuan picked up the hem of her skirt and walked towards the medicine garden, not forgetting to turn her head and emphasize: "Don't refuse."

"what……"

Yuan Wuxiang shook his head helplessly, closed the door and followed her to the medicine garden.

Accepting apprentices... That's all, it's also a chance.

After Mo Xunzong arrived, there was a lot of excitement in the misty rain and setting sun.

This kid has a very out-of-the-ordinary personality, and he admires Yuan Wuxiang's martial arts skills very much, chatting around Yuan Wuxiang all day long.

Yuan Wuxiang taught him the most basic Taoist breathing technique, and after a few days of practice, he couldn't help clamoring to learn the best martial arts, and entangled Yuan Wuxiang very much.

"Master, can you fly with a sword?"

"will not."

"Why? Didn't you say that you always fly with the sword when you go out?"

"Where did you hear that?"

"Our village storytellers all say this."

"...This is a rumor."

"Oh...but Yujian flying is very handsome..."

Mo Xunxing looked disappointed, Yuan Wuxiang had black lines all over his face.

"Master, how long will it take me to practice to reach your realm?"

"I have practiced for hundreds of years since I started."

"Hey—it's been so long...then when will my ambition of being a chivalrous hero and fighting for justice and revenge be realized!"

"If you can't calm down, it will be difficult for you to achieve success in hundreds of years."

Yuan Wuxiang ruthlessly punctured his apprentice's fantasy.

……

After some time, Yuan Wuxiang realized that his apprentice was a hot-blooded young man full of knight-errant dreams, and he had a headache, so he had to find ways to arrange suitable training content for him and temper his temperament.

"I really can't calm down."

I don't know how many times he shook his head and sighed, Yuan Wuxiang couldn't help complaining to Mu Xinyuan.

"But he's really talented." Mu Xinyuan sorted out the dried medicinal materials in the courtyard, and couldn't suppress a smile: "Fortunately, I didn't study medicine with me, so I don't have the energy to bother him."

"With his personality, studying medicine is even more disastrous."

Yuan Wuxiang imagined the scene of Mo Xunzong studying medicine, and it is not difficult to imagine what mistakes he would make - such as piercing the wrong acupuncture points, mixing up the prescriptions and so on.

Mu Xinyuan looked at him with a smile, but didn't answer.

——Finally, there is a young apprentice who distracts Yuan Wuxiang's attention, saving him from immersing himself in the past and worrying all day long.

Time passed day by day like this, seeing that Mo Xunzong has changed from a child to a young man, his stature is getting taller, and his cultivation is also improving day by day—but his personality is still too irritable, and he always wants to go out and jump into the rivers and lakes .

"Master, what is Master up to lately? You don't even bring me with you."

Mo Xunzong helped Mu Xinyuan pack the medicinal materials, with obvious depression written on his face.

"He... a monster invaded the Central Plains recently, and your master went to check the situation."

Mu Xinyuan downplayed it, but Mo Xunzong's eyes lit up: "Monster? What monster?"

"I don't know. When your master comes back, you can ask him yourself."

"Ha, slaying demons and eliminating demons sounds very interesting, I want to go with Master!"

Mu Xinyuan smiled and said, "Your cultivation is not enough."

"How can it be? I have mastered everything my master taught me, and I have confidence!" Mo Xunxing proudly puffed up his chest: "I will definitely not insult Yinbiao's famous name!"

"Spare your ambitions, and finish sorting out these medicinal materials first." Mu Xinyuan stood up carrying a bamboo dustpan, and was about to turn around the medicine warehouse, but suddenly felt a slight pain in his abdomen, and immediately bent down a little uncomfortably.

"Teacher, how are you?"

Although Mo Xunxing escaped, he also knew that his wife was not in good health, so he was startled when he saw this, he hurriedly put down his work, helped Mu Xinyuan to sit down in the room, and poured a cup of hot tea.

Holding the teacup, Mu Xinyuan slowed down for a while, but still felt unwell, so she ordered: "Xun Zong, you put the medicinal materials into the warehouse, and I'll go to rest for a while."

"I know, Master, please rest."

Mu Xinyuan went straight to the bedroom, lay down on her side, tossed and turned, feeling unwell all the time, got up helplessly, put her left hand on her right wrist, and felt her pulse.

Her pulse was different from ordinary people, and ordinary doctors couldn't find any clues, so she always dealt with it by herself; but she felt that there was something abnormal about this pulse, so she checked it several times.

"Huh? How could this be?"

Suddenly, she froze, and slowly moved her hand away from her wrist in disbelief.

"How could...?!"

Surprise is followed by uncontrollable fear.

"No...it's too dangerous, I have ten thousand poisonous elements in my body...but..."

She was rarely disturbed, got up and paced up and down in the bedroom, repeated several times, and found out the pen and ink, and wrote a letter to the master.

After writing the letter, I thought of Yuan Wuxiang who was running around in trouble, and felt even more depressed.

This incident... came at an untimely time, and with her physique, it must be extremely dangerous.

The pain came again in her abdomen, she didn't dare to ignore it anymore, she went to bed and lay down uneasy, and lay motionless until dark, even ordered Mo Xunzong to bring the dinner.

When Yuan Wuxiang came back, he heard from his apprentice that she had been lying down for a whole day, so she walked into the bedroom nervously.

"A Yuan, how are you doing?"

Mu Xinyuan was startled and suspicious at first, but when she saw Yuan Wuxiang's dusty face looking tired, she suddenly fell silent.

"I'm... all right, just a little unwell."

"Master Feng Gu ordered you not to be too tired." Yuan Wuxiang held her hand and said softly, "Don't worry about the medicine garden these days, let Mo Xunzuo take care of it for you."

"...Okay." Mu Xinyuan restrained her emotions, and turned to ask about the evil: "How did the two demons handle it?"

"Yingbu is a demon of adversity, very powerful. At present, several people in the Northern Sect have been killed by them, and I am thinking..." Yuan Wuxiang's face was serious, but he already had a look of determination: "Maybe I will cooperate with Juan Shoutian to open the magic Only by seizing the infinite change can we have a chance of winning."

"Have you visited Tired Shoutian?"

Thinking of the friend he hadn't seen for many years, Yuan Wuxiang hesitated for a moment: "I have this plan."

Mu Xinyuan sighed slightly: "Are you taking this step again?"

"...Someone has to take the first step." Yuan Wuxiang was worried: "What's more, the harm of the two demons is serious. If we don't kill them, there will be even greater disasters."

"Ah."

Mu Xinyuan lowered her eyes, hiding her thoughts.

Seeing this, Yuan Wuxiang was a little annoyed that he was obsessed with the dual demons and neglected her physical condition, and thought that if Juan Shoutian agreed to join forces, he would have to fight hard with the dual demons, and the outcome was still uncertain.

"A Yuan...I..."

Mu Xinyuan held his hand instead, and said with a smile: "I still say the same thing, don't worry. I will accept whatever the result is."

Yuan Wuxiang was deeply moved, and he didn't say thank you anymore, he kicked off his shoes frivolously and lay down on the bed, hugging her full of arms.

On the second day, Yuan Wuxiang left for Beizong. Before leaving, he asked Mo Xunxing to take good care of his wife.

Mo Xunzong, who couldn't go with him, was very depressed, and nodded in disappointment: "I see."

"Xun Xing, taking good care of your teacher's wife is to help me a lot, understand?"

"……Yeah."

Yuan Wuxiang left in a hurry, Mu Xinyuan leaned on the gate of the misty rain and setting sun to watch his back, stroked his abdomen helplessly, but quickly suppressed his negative emotions.

When Master arrives, he will try to keep her safe.

however--

This quick glance is almost forever.

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