Chapter 4 Really Dead

What? !

My damaged spiritual roots can actually be repaired? ?

Meng Ling opened his mouth in shock and his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"Wei..."

【Ah... I'm so sleepy. 】

Mo Jiuwei moved her little mouth, as if she yawned, and then fell asleep again.

This made Meng Ling, who was about to ask her a question, stop talking, and in the end he did not disturb her dream.

"Let's go out first and let her fall asleep."

As Old Man Liu said this, he drove everyone out and closed the door.

"Is what she said just now true or false?" Meng Ling was young and asked anxiously, "Is there really a way to restore my spiritual roots?"

She was once a prominent figure in a large sect, until someone plotted against her and destroyed her spiritual roots, and then she left the sect sadly.

On the way, he was attacked by someone, but fortunately he was rescued by Senior Sister Chen, and then he followed her to the Xianlai Sect.

In the past few years, she had held on to hope and sought medical advice everywhere, but all the alchemists had the same answer -

"The spiritual roots are destroyed, there is no hope for cultivation, and there is no medicine to cure it."

Mo Jiuwei was the first person to say that her spiritual roots could be cured!

"She also said that Master Liu possessed immortal essence. I wonder if it's true." Du Yue looked strange and a little amused. "She also said that I was cheated..."

Ji Qingqing hurriedly comforted her, "No, Senior Sister Yue, you and Senior Brother Xuanming are such a perfect match, and you have been childhood sweethearts and have always had a good relationship. How could he do something to let you down!"

"That's not necessarily true." Old Man Liu snorted coldly, "That kid's eyes are too lively. I've said long ago that he must have a lot of tricks up his sleeve. I think what Jiuwei said makes sense. Yueyue, you'd better be careful."

Du Yue was helpless, "Uncle Liu, you have always disliked Xuan Ming. This is prejudice."

"Jiuwei also said that I could be a winemaker. Have you ever heard of this opportunity?" Hu Jiu spoke up, bringing the topic back to the topic.

Everyone shook their heads.

"It's true that there are people who make wine, but I've never heard of anyone using wine to achieve enlightenment," Old Man Liu said with certainty.

"Uncle Liu, do you think the matter of the immortal marrow is true or false?" Hu Jiu asked.

Old Man Liu laughed at himself, "How is it possible? If I were a fairy, how could I have this kind of understanding and cultivation?"

But Ji Qingqing hesitated to speak. She looked down at her sword and said, "But... Weiwei was right about what I said. Although the material of this sword is good, it is the first magical weapon made by our ancestor, so the craftsmanship is inevitably a bit rusty. If it is reforged by a skilled craftsman, the price can indeed be increased tenfold."

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

"This is probably just a coincidence."

"Of course it is. After saying so many things wrong, there should be something that is right."

"That's right. She's just a baby. Even if she's gifted, how can she predict everything?"

Ji Qingqing wanted to say that Mo Jiuwei could be so accurate, it was probably not just a casual remark.

But seeing that no one else believed it, she didn't know what to say.

"It's a little late today, everyone should go and have some rest. I will take care of Weiwei." Chen Lan said.

She had given birth before, so among all these people, she was the most suitable person to take care of the baby.

And when she saw Mo Jiuwei, she would think of how her daughter looked when she was just born, and her heart would become soft.

The next morning, Du Yue ran to Yu's house to get deer milk.

I went there late yesterday and the amount I brought back wasn't much, not enough for Mo Jiuwei to drink.

The Yu family is in the medicine business. They are not only rich but also kind-hearted.

Otherwise, if she changes to another store, she will never get deer milk even if she runs herself ragged!

"The child survived, right?" The Yu family's gatekeeper asked with a smile when he saw Du Yue coming.

Du Yue was full of gratitude. "Yes, I survived. Fortunately, I had your deer milk. I am really grateful."

The servant waved his hand, "It's a life after all, we'll help if we can."

At this moment, someone on the road suddenly shouted, "Really??"

Du Yue turned around curiously and looked over.

"Really? It was a really big Qinghu beast. I've never seen one that big. It swallowed the man whole as soon as it opened its mouth! I could still hear his screams even after he disappeared."

"Hiss... He's so unlucky. He's the only one who got eaten out of so many people. By the way, do you know who that person is?"

"I don't know him, but someone at Qingfengpo knows him. I think his name is... Zheng Daoyou?"

Du Yue was stunned.

"Fellow Daoist Du? Fellow Daoist Du!"

The servant handed Du Yue a bottle of fresh deer milk, but found that Du Yue was looking at the street as if she had seen a ghost, so he reached out and pushed her.

"Ah...thank you so much!"

Du Yue suddenly came back to his senses, hurriedly took the deer milk, thanked the servant again, then ran to the middle of the road and asked the two people who were chatting.

"Two big brothers, what did you say just now? What Qinghu beast and Qingfengslope?" she asked anxiously.

"Oh, it was this morning. When I came back from Qingfengpo, I saw from afar a huge Qinghu beast swallowing a cultivator. Tsk, how miserable. I don't know how that person angered it." The male cultivator shook his head and sighed.

"Eat it raw?" Du Yue's eyes widened.

"Yes, they just eat people alive. They just open their mouths and eat people without even chewing them."

"What do you think that person's last name is?" Du Yue asked again.

"It seems his last name is Zheng. His companions shouted this several times."

The surname is Zheng...

Qingfeng Slope.

Sunny tiger beast!

Du Yue swallowed, thanked him hurriedly, and then rushed back to Xianlai Sect breathlessly.

When they returned to the dilapidated sect, everyone stood in a circle around Mo Jiuwei, looking at her with amusement and doting eyes.

Mo Jiuwei felt a little hopeless because... she had just wet the bed again.

There was nothing she could do about it; this body was too weak and this instinct was almost out of her control.

Fortunately, this is the world of cultivating immortals, and clothes can be made clean with just one spell, saving the trouble of washing.

"Junior Sister Du is back. What happened to you?" Chen Lan, who was holding Mo Jiuwei, looked at Du Yue.

"Zheng Cheng is dead!" Du Yue said in a trembling voice.

"What?"

"What did you say?"

"Zheng Cheng is dead?"

Everyone looked over at once.

Du Yue nodded, "It's very likely him... I heard from passers-by when I was getting the deer milk just now that there was a huge Qinghu beast at Qingfengpo in the morning. It swallowed a monk in one gulp, and that man's surname was Zheng."

She glanced at Mo Jiuwei and held back a word.

This is exactly what Mo Jiuwei said yesterday!

But even though she didn't say it, everyone understood it immediately.

"how so……"

"Is Zheng Cheng really dead? But he was fine yesterday!"

"Could I have heard it wrong? Besides, there are many people with the last name Zheng, so it may not be Zheng Cheng, right?"

They were shocked and doubtful.

Mo Jiuwei was not surprised at all.

[It must be Zheng Cheng. He is dead now.]