Chapter 821 Bottle

Early the next morning, several carriages set off from the military camp, carrying the old man and a dozen young people to the Qixuanmen Main Hall in Feixia Mountain, Taizhou.

"Qixuanmen is a famous sect in our Taizhou..." Along the way, a middle-aged man who looked like an old man's follower kept chattering to this group of young men selected from the refugees, bragging about Qixuanmen and the old man. .

The old man was sitting alone in another carriage, not knowing what he was doing.

From the middle-aged man's description, they also learned that Mr. Mo was a master of medicine and an elder of the Qixuan Sect, who was responsible for dealing with various difficult and complicated diseases in the sect.

The main purpose of coming to the refugee camp was to use these refugees, whose lives were as cheap as grass, to test the effectiveness of the new gold-creating medicine he had recently invented.

Behind this so-called "rebel army" is the support of the Qixuan Sect, which is a test of the degree of corruption in the imperial court.

Look at this court, how much control it still has over the place.

Of course, the rest is just Bai Mo's inference from his followers' words.

As for why the other party suddenly wanted to pick a few people on a whim, this was not mentioned at all.

…

The boy who begged to take his brother with him yesterday was now huddled in the corner of the carriage.

Bai Mo only glanced at it and saw that this so-called "younger brother" was actually "Di Di", a little girl who spent a lot of time on her self-defeating image.

With fluffy and messy hair, stains all over his hands and feet, and a face stained with soot, he looked like a standard wandering beggar.

It seemed that they found themselves being stared at. Even though they were in a safe carriage, the brother and sister still looked a little nervous.

The precarious life in the refugee camp for days has obviously had a profound impact on them.

…

"These are some of the seedlings I picked among the refugees."

"Please, Mr. Mo." Manager Wang, who greeted the group in the main hall, said with a flattering smile.

"Come here and take them all to the Bamboo Forest Guest House at the back." The steward quickly summoned a boy and took them to the guest house.

"At sunrise tomorrow, everyone will gather in the back mountain."

"yes!"

…

"Compared with the chaos outside, this place is indeed a paradise." Bai Mo lay in this rather quiet house and slowly continued to sort out the huge memory belonging to the Immortal.

The mortal body he took was too slow to process memory information.

Even if the Immortal Lord only carries a part of his thousands of years of memories in his remnant soul, to a mortal, it is still as much information as an entire library.

"What should I do in this life?" A question appeared in Bai Mo's mind.

As Demon Yang Immortal Lord back then, all the people who stood in his way during the tribulation were thrown into reincarnation by him, although he also died together with his injuries in the end.

Even if they are not completely dead, it may take thousands of years to recover if they want to return to life.

"Then take some time to look for the so-called 'historical text'?" Bai Mo played with the jade pendant in his hand again.

"..."

After thinking about it, he could only find such a target that could barely be considered a target for the time being.

As for Qixuanmen and Daqian, in the eyes of the former Ten Thousand Years Immortal, there is really not much difference. Mortal organizations with a history of only one or two hundred years are no different than mayflies that live and die.

…

In the entry test the next day, under Mo Lao's hint, all the members passed the test easily through a formality, and were then naturally assigned to the other party's sect.

"If you can refine this Five Elements Technique to the fourth level within a year, you can become his disciple. Otherwise, go back to the outer sect and become a handyman?"

Mr. Mo assigned a task to the few people he selected. He gave each of them an ancient book and some medicinal materials and then left again, leaving several temporary apprentices stunned.

This time he disappeared for several months.

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"Six months have passed since the one-year deadline...I am still only on the first floor. Without Mr. Mo's care, life with my sister will be much more difficult in the future." Every time Han Yu gets upset, He will habitually wander around the mountains behind Qixuanmen.

When he came to Qixuanmen with his disguised sister, he rarely lived a peaceful life for half a year.

With Doctor Mo's care, they have been enjoying the benefits of the core disciples of the inner sect.

After getting to know each other during this period of time, he knew very well that the handymen at the outer gate of the Qixuan Sect had to do at least five or six hours of chores a day, and their pay was very low.

Compared with now, where you only have to eat and drink enough and don’t have to do anything but just focus on practicing, it will definitely be like a day and a day.

"I don't want to lose my current life!"

Han Yu burst into unknown anger and kicked something that looked like a stone on the ground to vent his anger.

But with this kick, he found that he seemed to have hit an iron plate, and the pain caused him to sit on the ground.

"What's this?"

After the pain slowly subsided, he turned around to see the culprit.

A vial half buried in the soil.

He dug out the bottle out of curiosity. The bottle was covered with mud and could not see its original appearance at all.

Just when he wanted to take a few more glances, his vision suddenly went dark, and he fainted, and the vial slipped from his hand.

But just when the vial was about to return to the ground again, a hand gently held it from below.

Bai Mo appeared among the shadows of trees in the back mountain.

In half a year, he has recovered to the level of strength close to the foundation building stage, and his spiritual consciousness is comparable to that of a Golden Core cultivator.

Every move of everyone in the entire Qixuan Sect is seen in Bai Mo's eyes.

Han Yu's adventure caught his attention.

"It looks familiar..." He summoned a gust of breeze, and the soil on the bottle automatically fell off, revealing the true form of the bottle.

"It seems to be something belonging to Lord Guang**?" After searching through the memory of the last battle for a while, Bai Mo basically confirmed that this was the magic weapon of one of the people who besieged him.

He didn't believe in coincidences. The guy in front of him who was knocked unconscious by him was most likely picked by the other party and used as a back-up for the resurrection.

For people of Dao Zun's level, even if you kill all their existences in this world, it is extremely difficult to clear away all the traces they leave behind.

And any such trace may become a secret for their resurrection.

"It's in the past."

Bai Mo held Han Yu in one hand and the bottle in the other, and disappeared into the back mountain.

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"Where am I? What just happened?" Han Yu's last memory was still about picking up the bottle.