It took Mo Di about an hour to finally melt all nine spiritual cores. They became like magma, mingling with each other, and you can no longer distinguish between you and me.
This is only the first step, Mo Di must continue to compress them, purify them, and form new spiritual cores.
Mo Di exploded the last spare spiritual core, and the richer and more powerful spiritual energy enveloped the magma that the spiritual core was transformed into. As the temperature got higher and higher, the magma began to boil, and some impurities were absorbed from it.
It was thrown out and evaporated again, and the color of the remaining magma became more and more pure and bright.
Mo Di continued to compress vigorously, but impurities continued to be squeezed out. Slowly, the volume of the magma became smaller and smaller. Every time the volume was reduced, a large amount of spiritual energy was consumed. The smaller the volume, the more spiritual energy was consumed.
Come more and more.
The magma has shrunk to about half of its original size, but there is not much spiritual energy left in Mo Di's Dantian. It is already very difficult to wrap up the magma. He is extremely anxious, but there is no good way. He has two spare spiritual energy.
The cores have exploded and there is nothing left to use.
As the spiritual energy became thinner and thinner, heat was lost rapidly, the temperature of the magma became lower and lower, and the color became darker and darker, until it finally condensed into a black egg the size of a corn kernel.
"Is this done?" In fact, Mo Di was very unsure, because this thing was very different from the intermediate spiritual core in terms of color and shape.
"Oh, it seems like it's a waste." Mo Di felt it was a pity and sighed repeatedly. These are eleven good spiritual cores!
The moment Mo Di was about to throw it away, he suddenly had an idea: Could this thing be eaten by that little insect? Although it didn't look very good, it was a spiritual core after all.
The final result made Mo Di very embarrassed. The little insect circled around the black egg, sniffed it, and walked away in disgust.
Mo Di didn't expect it to be so picky, so he had no choice but to throw away the black egg, declaring that his Qi refining ended in a complete failure.
After wasting half a day's effort and eleven spiritual cores, Mo Di was hit hard and felt extremely unhappy. So, he walked out of the room to take some air and calm down.
As soon as Mo Di came out of the house, he saw Zhao Man'er and Yang Zi already in the yard, both looking at him.
Mo Di glanced at the two of them, and then looked around himself. He didn't see anything wrong, so he asked, "What are you looking at me for? Is something wrong?"
Zhao Man'er said: "Mr. Mo, we have been waiting for you for a long time. Didn't we agree that we should go to Qin Ling at this time to check the situation?"
Mo Di patted his forehead and said, "Look at my memory, how could I have forgotten this matter? Just wait for me a little longer. I'll change my clothes and come right away." It turns out that they made a reservation yesterday and were due to arrive today.
Qin Ling went to see if he had found the entrance.
The three of them rode horses and headed straight for the Qin Mausoleum. The journey was not far, and it didn't take long for the three of them to arrive.
At this time, the Qin Mausoleum was like a huge construction site, with 300,000 soldiers putting down their weapons and digging around with their digging tools.
Several large trenches were dug out of the sealing soil of Emperor Qin's mausoleum, and there were countless large and small pits. It was a mess. Except for the sealing soil, the entire periphery of the mausoleum had been dug over, and ravines were dug horizontally and vertically, as dense as a spider's web.
When Princess Yangzi saw her father's tomb being dug like this, her expression was extremely ugly, with anger on her face. Mo Di and Zhao Man'er were so frightened that no one dared to offend him.
Mo Di saw Cao Kun not far ahead, directing the soldiers to dig graves, so he walked over and asked: "General Cao, how are you doing now? Do you have any clues?"
Cao Kun sighed and said: "Still nothing. There must have been expert guidance when the Qin Mausoleum was built. The tomb passage is very secretive. Until now, there is no clue. Look, the earth has been dug like this, but there is still nothing.
No matter what the changes are, it is all soil that is harder than stone. If we keep digging like this, we don’t know how many years or months it will take to dig it out.”
Mo Di said: "It seems that we can only dig for a while longer, and there is nothing we can do if we are impatient."
Cao Kun said: "Oh, King Xiang is angry. He has to find the entrance within three days. It's very difficult for me here. Mr. Mo, I wonder if you have any ideas, please give us some directions."
Mo Di saw that Cao Kun was indeed anxious, but there was nothing he could do, so he shook his head helplessly and said: "General Cao, I'm really sorry, I don't have any clues. So, I'll look around to see if I find anything.
.As long as there is a little clue, I will definitely tell the general as soon as possible."
Cao Kun clasped his fists and said, "I would like to thank Mr. Mo first. Just take a look and let me know if you need anything. I will definitely help you."
Mo Di also clasped his fists and said, "Okay, okay, thank you, General Cao."
After Mo Di and Cao Kun were polite, they left with Zhao Man'er and Yang Zi. They looked around in the cemetery. The three of them walked around for nearly an hour, except for the broken masonry and rubble everywhere they saw.
Besides, no clues were found.
It was getting late, so the three of them rode back. Halfway through, Zhao Maner suddenly pointed to the side and said, "Look, is that the kid herding sheep?"
Medile stopped his horse, turned his head and looked around, and saw a child in the distance driving a few sheep, but he was still far away and couldn't see clearly.
Zhao Man'er said: "Let's go take a look." She spent a day with the child and liked him very much. Then she suddenly saw him and wanted to see him.
The three of them rode their horses and walked for a short time. When they saw that it was indeed the child, Zhao Maner shouted from afar: "Grassroot, is that you?"
The child's name was Cao Gen'er, which was indeed a very rustic name. Cao Gen'er had also seen the three men a long time ago. When he saw them riding horses, he thought they were Chu soldiers, so he was so frightened that he drove the sheep back. When he heard Zhao Man'er calling,
He just stopped.
When the three of them came closer, Zhao Man'er shouted: "Cao Gen'er, it's really you! Why, you don't recognize me anymore?"
Cao Gen also recognized Zhao Man'er and Mo Di at this time, and was very happy, saying: "Sister, brother, why are you here?"
Zhao Man'er jumped off the horse, walked quickly to him, and said, "We were just walking around for nothing, but we didn't expect to meet you."
Mo Di also touched his head and asked: "Caogener, it's so dangerous here, why are you still herding sheep here?"
Cao Gen'er's eyes suddenly filled with tears, and he said: "Several of my sheep died that day, and these are the only ones left. The grass grows well here, and the sheep grow quickly after eating them. When they grow up, they can be sold to others for money."
Grandpa buys medicine." As he spoke, his tears rolled down.
Zhao Man'er consoled her: "Caogen'er, don't cry, sister can help you."
Mo Di also hurriedly comforted him and said: "Yes, brother can also help you. In this way, it is too late today. My brother and two sisters will visit you tomorrow. You go home first and don't keep your parents waiting.
OK?"
When Mo Di said this, the little man shed more tears and said with choked sobs: "My father and mother are both dead. My father died during the war, and my mother later died of illness. Grandpa and I are the only ones left at home."
Zhao Man'er felt the same way. Seeing Cao Gen'er crying pitifully, she also shed tears. She wiped away her tears and said: "Cao Gen'er, don't cry, my sister will take you back." So the three of them held the horses and helped Cao Gen'er drive.
Taking the few remaining sheep, they went home together.
Cao Gen'er's home is in a small, dilapidated village, with only a dozen or so families. The houses are all missing windows and doors, and no one lives there. They probably died or escaped during the war.
Several people, led by Cao Gener, arrived in front of a small dilapidated courtyard.
"Sister, this is my home." Cao Gen'er said.
Everyone looked up and saw that the courtyard gate had collapsed, the house was crooked, a lot of thatch on the house had been blown away by the wind, and thin and crooked wood was exposed in some places, and it might fall down at any time.
Zhao Man'er and the other three tied their horses to the tree and followed the grass roots into the yard.
"Grandpa, grandpa!" Cao Gen'er shouted.
"Is it Cao Gen'er? Cao Gen'er, why did you come back so late?" An old voice came from the house, sounding weak and weak.
"Grandpa, I'm back." Cao Gen'er jumped into the house.
"Gener, I haven't met any bad people. Grandpa is worried to death."
"It's okay, Grandpa, I brought back some brothers and sisters."
Mo Di and others also entered the house and saw an old man lying on the bed in the corner.
When the old man saw a stranger coming, he trembled and wanted to get up. Cao Gen'er rushed over to help him sit up. The old man's hair was messy, his face looked sick, and he was very thin.
"You are..." The old man saw that the visitor was well-dressed, but he did not recognize him.
Cao Gen'er said: "Grandpa, I told you, it was this brother and sister who saved me that day."
After hearing this, the old man hurriedly said: "Ah, it turns out you are your savior. Please sit down, please sit down."
Mo Di and others saw that the room was empty and there were no stools to sit on, so they continued to stand.
The old man continued: "My dear benefactor, please forgive me for not getting out of bed to thank you. Please bear with me."
Only then did Mo Di see that both of the old man's trouser legs were empty. It turned out that he had no legs or feet, so he hurriedly said: "Old man, you're welcome, this is all our effort."
The old man said: "I have heard from Cao Gen'er that my benefactor risked his life to save my grandson. Without my benefactor, the only bloodline in my family would have been cut off. Such a great benefactor, we
I will never forget it for the rest of my life. Grassroots, please kowtow to your benefactor."
Without saying a word, Cao Gen'er knelt down on the ground and said, "Cao Gen'er, thank you brother for saving your life!" As he said that, he kowtowed to Mo Di.
Mo Di hurriedly helped him up, but Cao Gener still kowtowed three times.
The old man asked: "Sir, the grassroots said that many people are at Qin Ling. What are you doing?"
Mo Di said: "It is King Xiang who wants to enter the Qin Mausoleum."
The old man said: "King Xiang, which King Xiang?"
After Mo Di heard what he said, he guessed that he didn't know that Qin had been destroyed and the world had changed its master, so he said: "Old man, Qin is no longer the country. This is the world of Chu."
The old man nodded, as if he understood, and said: "Da Chu? Oh. No wonder, no wonder. It won't be easy for them to enter Qin Ling, and many people will die."
Mo Di saw that the old man seemed to be familiar with Qin Ling, so he asked: "Old man, how do you know that it is not easy to enter Qin Ling?"
The old man said: "Well, it took more than 100,000 coolies nearly 40 years to build this big tomb. There are countless hidden weapons and various mechanisms. How can it be so easy to get in? I'm like this
Two legs were also thrown in."
"What? Old man, have you ever built the Qin Mausoleum?" Mo Di suddenly became excited. This is a very important clue.
"Well, after a lifetime of cultivation, I have been cultivating the Qin Mausoleum all my life."
"But...old man, I don't understand something. I don't know whether to ask or not?"
"If your benefactor has anything to say, just say it. As long as I know it, I will definitely tell it to my benefactor."
"Old man, I heard that after the Qin Mausoleum was built, all the craftsmen were executed, but you..."
"Oh, I am also about to die, so it doesn't matter if I say it. I...I crawled out of the tomb passage." (To be continued)