"So that's it." Di Feixue felt sad when she heard this.
She had known Mo Junyan for several years, and of course she knew how hard he practiced, but she didn't expect that after he put all his effort into practicing, he would get this result.
But she quickly thought of something and asked strangely: "That's not right. Grandpa Mo has also been promoted to Jindan. Why is he okay?"
"Because I took a spirit-fighting fruit in my early years, I escaped the disaster. But even so, I don't dare to continue practicing. Otherwise, after so many years, there is no way I will still be in the early stage of the golden elixir." Mo.
The old man explained.
Di Feixue suddenly realized: the Spirit-Failing Fruit can greatly strengthen meridians and consolidate spiritual roots. It is one of the top rare treasures in the world of cultivation, even beyond the scope of grades.
"What should Jun Yan do?" After understanding this, Di Feixue was of course even more worried.
Mr. Mo had taken the Faling Fruit, but he could only suppress his cultivation at the early stage of the Golden Elixir. Mo Junyan had not taken the Faling Fruit, so he would only have a dead end.
"The only way to save my life is to abandon my cultivation and destroy my meridians and spiritual roots. However, I would rather die than do that." Mo Junyan said.
If you just abolish your cultivation level, that's it. At worst, you have to start from scratch. But destroying the meridians and spiritual roots is different, which means the complete end of the cultivation path.
For any monk who has completed his foundation building and is about to be promoted to the Golden Core, this is absolutely unacceptable and is even crueler than death.
"What does it matter if you destroy your meridians and spiritual roots? If your grandfather can find one spiritual fruit, he can find the second one. As long as you live well, there will always be hope." As a monk, Mr. Mo can certainly understand his grandson.
I feel sad in my heart, but I still can't help but advise like this.
"Grandpa, I know you are doing it for my own good, but can you really find another Faling Fruit in this world? Even if you really find the Faling Fruit, can you help me heal my spiritual root?" Mo Junyan smiled bitterly.
road.
Mo Lao was speechless.
The Faling Fruit is so precious. He can find one, but he doesn't know how many lifetimes of burning incense it takes to get the blessing. Where can he find the second one?
What's more, the Spirit-Falving Fruit can only consolidate the spiritual roots, but cannot reshape them. Even if it is found, it will be difficult to help Mo Junyan heal his spiritual roots, let alone let him continue to practice.
"If you don't practice, you don't practice. What's the big deal? There are so many people in the world who can't practice. It's not like those who have hands and feet can't survive.
And do you really have the heart to keep Grandpa Mo alone and send his white-haired man away to his black-haired man?" Di Feixue suddenly said disapprovingly.
When Mo Junyan heard this, his heart was shocked, as if he was given a slap in the face, and as if he was hit hard by a heavy hammer.
Yes, there are so many ordinary people in this world, and they don't all live well. Do I really want to be obsessed with myself, causing my grandfather to be alone, without even a person to die?
Mo Junyan had a vague realization in his heart that he had never had before, and there was a bit of guilt in his eyes.
Gu Qingxi and others glanced at Di Feixue in surprise: This warning came at the right time. Didn't you realize that this girl is quite good at understanding people?
"Besides, even if you can't survive, don't you still have Grandpa Mo? With his good cooking skills, are you afraid that he won't be able to feed you?" Mo Junyan was trying to catch that glimmer of understanding when he heard Di Feixue
Then he said, read a book
So, that glimmer of enlightenment was like a spark that had just been ignited, being mercilessly poured over by a bucket of cold water.
Gu Qingxi and others had a look of astonishment on their faces: The previous sentence was still urging people to improve themselves, but the next sentence threw cold water on them. Did you knock the stick crookedly when you gave me a heads-up?
"Also, even if Grandpa Mo can't support you, I can still help. It's just a person, I can afford it.
Anyway, our Di family has a lot of free time. One more of you is not much, and one of you less is not much." Di Feixue rarely has this kind of opportunity to help people untie their knots, and it was in Sister Qingxi's house.
In front of me, the interest was unprecedentedly high, and there was a lot of enthusiasm and enthusiasm.
A freeloader... what do you mean a freeloader? Mo Junyan looked at Di Feixue blankly, and suddenly felt that he was wrong. He should have hung himself from the beam as early as possible while he was still able to move a few days ago.
Gu Qingxi was sure that Di Feixue's slap in the face must have been crooked, and it was getting crooked.
"In short, live a good life and don't let Grandpa Mo down. In a few years, when you are older, I will introduce you to a marriage.
By the way, I have a cousin who is also a loser. No matter how hard you practice, it will be in vain. She can't get married anyway, so she will marry you then..." Di Feixue finally knocked down the last blow, and by the way, she got used to it.
to help play matchmaker.
Probably in her opinion, helping others as matchmakers is the best way to express goodwill and sincerity.
But this time, she chose the wrong matchmaker.
He's just a loser, if he can't get married, why are you giving it to me... Mo Junyan finally rolled his eyes and fainted.
"Jun Yan!" Mr. Mo was startled and rushed to the bed.
"It's okay, it's okay, Mr. Mo, don't worry." Gu Qingxi took out a pill and gave it to Mo Junyan.
The elixir dissolved quickly. Although Mo Junyan did not wake up, his breathing was much smoother than usual, and some color returned to his haggard face. Mr. Mo breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sister Qingxi, did I say something wrong?" Di Feixue also vaguely realized at this time that she had knocked the stick crooked, and she said in embarrassment while shrinking her neck.
"Feixue, I know you have good intentions, but you really shouldn't irritate him like this." Gu Qingxi said seriously.
It's not just that the stick was knocked crooked, you are clearly using a knife to stab someone in the heart.
Liao Kong and Feng Xiatian twitched their lips: Sure enough, this Di Feixue focused all her attention on Gu Qingxi, but she was still equally careless towards others.
"Master Gu, since you can see that my Mo family's bloodline is different, may I ask Jun Yan whether his injury can still be saved and whether he can keep his cultivation level?" Mr. Mo calmed down and asked Gu Qingxi expectantly.
Although Gu Qingxi was much younger than the medical practitioners he had sought before, she could see right away that there was something wrong with the Mo family's bloodline, and she made Mo Junyan's injury improve with just one pill. Mr. Mo didn't dare to treat her the slightest bit.
Even though he was being looked down upon, his address became respectful.
However, he did not dare to expect too much, he just hoped that his grandson could maintain his cultivation.
"I can not only preserve his cultivation, but if nothing happens, he will be able to practice like a normal monk in the future, and future generations will no longer have to worry about blood." Gu Qingxi said proudly.
Although she failed to help the ancestor of the Mo family in her previous life, she still put a lot of effort into his bloodline, so she had long thought of a way to solve it once and for all.
"What! How is this possible?" Mo Lao couldn't help shouting.