Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 282: Choice

in the room.

Mo Qiu finished applying the needle, covered Wenying with a quilt, turned around, and looked at Liu Jinxi who looked worried:

"Don't worry, there is no serious problem. After sleeping for two days, you should wake up when you return to the county."

"That's good, that's good." Liu Jinxi relaxed, stroked her chest, and breathed gently.

"Jinxi, since the younger brother said it's okay, it's definitely fine." Qin Qingrong who was on the side took the other's hand and asked:

"Speaking of which, didn't you go to Xunyang County back then, why did you appear here?"

There is still some distance from Xunyang.

"It's a long story." Liu Jinxi looked at the old man with emotion:

"After we went to the county, I... met my husband, so I followed Changxiu."

"Days, it was okay."

"Who ever thought..."

She opened her mouth, her eyes were red, and she couldn't help but burst into tears, crying bitterly in a low voice.

"It's alright, it's alright." Qin Qingrong hurriedly put her arms around the other's shoulders, comforting her softly.

"Talk." Mo Qiu got up:

"I'm going out for a walk."

The two girls have known each other since they were young, and they have a deep relationship. After being separated for more than ten years, they must have a lot to say when they meet again.

He is a big man, even if he has some friendship with Liu Jinxi, he is not suitable for staying.

After going out, the two children were already waiting outside the door, their knees softened, they knelt down on the ground together, and kowtowed heavily.

"Thank you Uncle Mo for saving your life!"

"Get up." Mo Qiu raised his hand, and an invisible force lifted the two of them up, and then looked at Dong Xizhou behind him:

"Senior, is it over?"

"Yes." Dong Xizhou nodded:

"The owner of the history museum lost both vitality and blood, which is somewhat similar to my situation back then. Fortunately, the time is too short, and the foundation is still there. If it takes a few years of recuperation, there is still a chance to recover."

"By the way, he must have offended someone, so he hid his cultivation in the town, and now he intends to seek refuge, what do you think?"

"Take refuge?" Mo Qiu frowned subconsciously.

Since leaving Dong'an Mansion and out of danger, many people in the team have left one after another, and most of the rest are martial arts practitioners.

But even so, it is difficult to increase the speed of long-distance trek.

For him, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is cumbersome.

"talk later."

Now, with a slight sigh.

…………

The town was ravaged by bandits, burned, killed, looted, and devastated. Fortunately, there are still a few manors that are still intact.

Where the people are now, is one of them.

In order to thank Moqiu for his life-saving grace, the host family deliberately made room for a group of people.

The sky was already dark, and the lights of the fires all around gradually dimmed, only the crying of the people could be heard from time to time.

Walking to the backyard, seeing that the lights in the house are still on, Mo Qiu stopped and said:

"Nineteen girls!"

"Brother Mo, come in." In front of the desk, Lu Muhui gently touched her temples, and looked at Mo Qiu who pushed the door in:

"Are you done with the previous matter?"

She is an immortal cultivator, even though her cultivation base is not high, she has lived a high life since she was a child.

I don't care much about the lives of ordinary people.

To her and to the Lu family, immortal cultivators and mortals belong to two different worlds.

Just like today, whether it is bandits massacring the city or people fleeing for disaster, she is not interested.

If it weren't for the fact that there were people inside who didn't want to know, I'm afraid they had already called everyone to pass by and go straight.

"It's over." Mo Qiu nodded, and his eyes fell on the cloth in the opponent's hand:

"What did Nineteen Niang see?"

This thing came from the blue-faced tiger, the leader of Hushan Pirates. A piece of cloth could not be damaged by his punch, so it was obviously not a common thing.

And the exercises mentioned above are not quite the same as martial arts.

rather like...

Cultivation method?

He has a method of cultivating immortals in his hand, which comes from the secret room of Yunlou in Lu Mansion, but unfortunately he can't practice it, even if he comprehends it, it is useless.

"Yes." Lu Muhui nodded and said:

"This blood-devouring profound art should be a martial art that the Blood Fiend Sect passed on to the Taoist guards to practice."

"In Dajin, such exercises are collectively referred to as evil exercises."

"Evil work?" Mo Qiu thought about it.

There are also rumors about evil kung fu in the Jianghu, but there is a Lu family in Dong'an Prefecture, and once a person who practices evil kung fu is discovered, he will be shot to death, so he really hasn't encountered it in so many years.

Thinking about it, he asked:

"The Blood Fiend Sect is a sect for practicing immortality?"

"Not bad." Lu Muhui nodded:

"I heard from my father that there are several very powerful cultivators and evil sects in the world, which are not tolerated by the righteous way."

"The Blood Demon Cult is one of them."

Saying that, he glanced at Mo Qiu, and said with a serious face:

"Brother Mo, not all sects of cultivating immortals are like our Lu family. They are cultivators who are kind to others and seek to be free."

Well……

Mo Qiu looked at the other party with a strange look in his eyes.

The Lu family belonged to being kind to others, so one can imagine how cruel the so-called evil faction in her mouth would be.

Lu Muhui did not have self-knowledge, and continued:

"My father once said that the Great Jin Dynasty has been in chaos for years, and there are frequent military disasters, among which there are evil cultivators who are obstructing it."

"The Xuanyi Sect, there were disciples of the Xuanming Sect behind it in the early years, and the inheritance may also be related to it."

"Oh!" Mo Qiu raised his eyebrows:

"Why?"

"Because practicing evil methods requires living souls, blood, human lives, corpses, etc. as assistance." Lu Muhui explained:

"Not only Dajin, but also the surrounding countries have been in turmoil for more than a thousand years, and this is also part of the reason."

corpse?

Mo Qiu's complexion changed slightly, but he thought of the zombie in his hand.

"Brother Mo, don't worry." Seeing his face change, Lu Muhui thought he was afraid, so she quickly spoke in relief:

"There are immortal families sitting in several nearby countries, and there are even disciples of the sect patrolling. Evil cultivators dare not go too far, otherwise the world will be in chaos."

"Listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books." Mo Qiu sighed:

"If Nineteen Niang hadn't talked about these things, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to know these things even if I searched through the entire collection of books in Dong'an Mansion."

"Hee hee..." Lu Muhui pursed her lips and chuckled:

"I also heard from the elders, and this kind of thing is too far away from us, it's useless to know."

"Not bad." Mo Qiu retracted his distracting thoughts and asked:

"Let's talk about this blood-devouring profound art. This art is so good, but it is called an evil art. It must have a lot of flaws?"

"Exactly." Lu Muhui restrained her smile and showed a solemn expression:

"As far as I know, people who practice evil kung fu are always bloodthirsty, cruel, and inhumane. Although they advance quickly in the initial stage and their strength soars, they rarely achieve innate talent, and even if they become innate, they will not What a good end, at least the lifespan is not long."

"Um……"

"This skill should belong to the top existence of evil skills, and only those who possess the talent of cultivation can practice it."

"pity!"

There are very few people in the world who are gifted in cultivation, and there are those green-faced tigers, but they have acquired evil skills.

It can be described as a trick of good fortune.

"correct!"

After saying a few words, Lu Muhui remembered something, and took out a clay pot from her side and handed it over:

"Fulfilling the trust, the Star Refining Liquid has been completed."

Inside the clay pot, there is viscous water shaking, and the sight falls, as if the sky and the galaxy are falling into it, beautiful and magnificent.

Seeing this thing, Mo Qiu couldn't help but be overjoyed:

"Thank you!"

This thing is transformed from a star refining stone, and has the ability to refine magic weapons, which he has been longing for for a long time.

He has been refining star stones for a long time, but it is a pity that he does not have mana, and it is extremely troublesome to melt into a liquid, but it takes a few days to complete it with mana.

Immediately reached out to take it, thank you.

"Brother Mo has a magical weapon?" Lu Muhui asked curiously, but knew that such things should not be asked, and said:

"People who practice martial arts often have blood refining magic weapons, but such things will consume a lot of energy, brother Mo must be careful."

"Exhausting energy?" Mo Qiu was taken aback:

"What do you mean by that?"

"Sacrificing a magic weapon is equivalent to an extra part of the body, which will naturally burden the soul." Lu Muhui took it for granted:

"Ordinary immortal cultivators mostly only have one magic weapon, and very few have more than one magic weapon."

"Difficult to find and refine the magic weapon is one of the reasons, and one of the reasons is that the spirit is not strong and can't bear it."

Moqiu raised his eyebrows slightly, thoughtfully.

…………

In the middle of the night, bidding farewell to Lu Muhui, Mo Qiu returned to his room with cloth and clay pots.

Sitting on the chair and stool, he looked contemplative.

The blood refining magic weapon will consume the power of the soul, but he didn't feel it at all before.

Does this mean that the power of one's own soul is stronger than that of ordinary immortal cultivators?

Not necessarily impossible!

Cultivation techniques to strengthen the soul are rare, and even cultivators rely on pills to nourish them.

Don't seek to cultivate a three-volume pagoda, the sea of consciousness has more stars, and the power of the soul is far beyond ordinary people. It should be at least Lu Muhui who surpasses the fifth level of Qi Refining.

Gathering his mind, he skipped this section and didn't think about it.

He got up and took a few things, and put them on the desk together with the clay pot filled with star refining liquid.

Don't ask for a magic weapon, and there are more than one.

There are three pieces in total!

A flying sword, a pink embroidered handkerchief, and the last one is more peculiar, it is more than ten grains of crystal clear sand.

The first two pieces are from Young Master Yi of the Rebel Alliance, and the last one is from Shang Yunxiang.

Looking at the three instruments in front of him, Mo Qiu couldn't help showing hesitation.

Which one should I choose?

If other cultivators knew about such troubles, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood. A mere martial artist was troubled by choosing a magic weapon.

After thinking twice, he finally chose the pink embroidered handkerchief that looked like something from his daughter's house.

Although flying swords and grains of sand are good, as Lu Muhui said, there is also a knack for using magic weapons to fight against the enemy.

He doesn't know how to control the sword, so if he rashly abandons the swordsmanship he is good at and uses a magic weapon to fight the enemy, it may be equivalent to abolishing his martial arts, and the gain outweighs the loss.

On the contrary, this embroidered handkerchief, although the color is not pleasing, should be a defensive magic weapon.

According to Nineteen Niang, this kind of magic weapon is relatively rare, and once the imperial envoy is refined with blood, there is no need for a unique method.

Pick up the embroidered handkerchief and throw it into the pot.

The embroidered handkerchief was immersed in the star refining liquid, and immediately shook violently, and countless star lights emerged from the water.

"Crackling..."

With the twinkling of stars, subtle sounds came one after another, like a series of firecrackers.

The sound was loud at first, but then it became quieter after a while.

After a while, nothing changed.

Not long.

Mo Qiu took out the embroidered handkerchief, and tried to throw the flying sword in again.

This time, there was still starlight emerging and the reaction was violent, but the starlight shattered in the blink of an eye.

Obviously, the medicinal power of Star Refining Liquid has reached its limit.

Fortunately, the aura on the flying sword has also been exhausted, and if it takes another year or so, the original owner's aura will be exhausted.

the second day.

The convoy hits the road.

When everyone was busy, Qin Qingrong came to Mo Qiu's side.