Chapter 38

The Yushan Sect is fifty miles away from the Lin'an Academy, also in the Zhongdu Guangdu Prefecture, and is a small sect.

This small sect has a well-known story that has spread far and wide:

There was a cultivator in their sect named Jing Lei, whose Dantian was destroyed when he was in the Yuanying period. However, he somehow repaired his Dantian and reached the Jindan period again.

However, he has been stuck in the Jindan stage for more than thirty years, and he probably won't make any further progress in this lifetime.

Despite this, many people still come to visit him, wanting to know how he reshaped his Dantian.

After all, in the world of cultivation, a damaged Dantian can still be saved, but a shattered Dantian means you are useless. Otherwise, there would be no punishment for breaking a person's Dantian. It would be a miracle if one out of a million useless people could get back on their feet.

It was said that even people from the higher realms sent people to inquire, but Jing Lei's recovery method was not publicized, and no one became the next one to be recast. After a short period of popularity, people from the big sects gradually stopped coming.

Only some independent practitioners or people from small sects would come to seek answers unwillingly. Later, Jing Lei was tired of being asked so many questions that he simply stayed indoors and became a stay-at-home of Yushan Sect, making it difficult for outsiders to see him.

Chu Jinglan had heard these news from other people when he was in the Middle Realm before, but he never expected that they would come in handy now.

"It sounds more reliable than asking Liu Shao." Xiao Mo tapped his palm with his flute. "Although Liu Shao is the best medical practitioner in the Middle Realm, he has never successfully repaired anyone's Dantian. This Jing Lei is at least a bowl of solid chicken soup."

Chu Jinglan was shocked: "Chicken soup?"

Is Xiao Mo going to be greedy again?

Xiao Mo: "What it means is that he is a successful case that can give hope and inspiration to many people."

This is another new metaphor. Chu Lan was shocked and said, "But he has been stuck at the Golden Elixir stage for decades. I don't know whether he is temporarily unable to make any further progress or his Dantian is not fully healed. He can only stay here for the rest of his life."

Xiao Mo nodded. Since he had asked so many big sects before and all came back empty handed, if it was a method with 100% success rate, there would be no reason why there would be no news at all.

And it's easy to tell that recovery is not going to be easy.

Chu Jinglan did not put his hopes on one person. He would use all the information he could get. If that didn't work, he would go look for more intelligence. If there was no intelligence in the middle realm, then when Xiao Mo's cultivation level reached a higher level, they would go to the upper realm.

He will not despair, nor will he give up.

Several children had been sent off to rest; they also needed some time to digest the conversation. After finishing their business, Xiao Mo asked Chu Jinglan to be alone while he went to talk to the three children.

Chu Jinglan nodded.

The three children only had five days to prepare. On the second day, Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan went out to make the jade flute and the amulet.

The two of them were walking on the way to the instrument shop in Lin'an City. After the lecture at the academy ended, Lin'an City was no longer crowded. The outsiders left, and the city was lively but not crowded. Some shop owners who had been busy for many days finally had time to take a nap and enjoy a half day of leisure.

The people from the Fantasy Sword Sect left on a flying boat at the gate of the academy. Dai Zisheng did not need five days to say goodbye and went to stay in the academy in advance. Because Chu Jiao said before his death that he was also involved in the murder of Dai Zisheng, Mu Jian and the special envoy will report to the sect leader when they return this time. The remaining two members of the Chu family in the Fantasy Sword Sect will definitely be investigated again.

The location of the Phantom Sword Gate was far away and they would not run into the Chu family, so Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan took off their masks as soon as they went out.

Logically speaking, if two identical people appeared, most people would first notice their similarities and show a curious look, but Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan were different -

They were both very good-looking, one with a bright and beautiful face, the other with a frosty complexion. Their temperaments were very different. When one looked at them, one would be struck by their beauty first, and then notice that they had similar facial features.

Clothing and temperament do have a great impact on appearance. If Xiao Mo's inner demon's original appearance was 70% similar to Chu Jinglan, now it has been modified by him to only 23% left.

Xiao Mo was wearing a light blue smock today, which looked like the morning glow, lively and elegant. Chu Jinglan never paid much attention to her appearance, but not long after she went out, Xiao Mo excitedly pulled her to a tailor shop to buy her a water cloud blue robe. Chu Jinglan had never tried this color before, but she didn't refuse.

Clothes were not important to him. If Xiao Mo was happy, then let him do as he pleased.

In the morning sun of Lin'an, a young man with a graceful figure like a jade tree in the wind walked through the long street, attracting two falling silk flowers from the attic.

Something floated before his eyes. Xiao Mo subconsciously raised his hand to take it. When he touched the soft petals, he looked up and saw a graceful woman on the attic smiling at them: "Young man, the flowers are for the two of you. Don't keep them all to yourself."

Xiao Mo held two silk flowers in his hands and smiled at them: "I'll let him wear them in his hair and show them to you."

The attic was immediately filled with laughter, and the women said happily, "We can wait for that!"

Although they said they were waiting, they didn't say anything to try to keep them. When Chu Jinglan heard what Xiao Mo said, he not only didn't stop, but walked even faster.

Xiao Mo chased after him, holding the flower in his hand, and jokingly said, "Young Master, why are you running?"

Chu Jinglan was silenced by his deliberately pretentious call of "young master".

The girls' teasing is in Wu Nong's soft language, and Xiao Mo's is... hard to describe.

But for Chu Jinglan, there was a more pressing danger at the moment. He warned with his eyes: "I don't wear flowers in my hair."

Xiao Mo raised the flowers in his hand and said, "How beautiful."

A nightshade, with a hint of light blue among its white petals, is elegant and fragrant, a fairy in the snow; a storm orchid, red with a hint of purple, charming and yet not vulgar, is the cinnabar in the heart.

It was obvious that the flowers were picked out based on their appearance.

Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan may not have noticed this, but it did not prevent Xiao Mo from feeling that You Yetan and Chu Jinglan were a perfect match.

Xiao Mo pointed at the position of Chu Jinglan's ear in the air under Chu Jinglan's defensive eyes, and then slowly withdrew his hand: "Okay, I won't put it on your hair."

The wariness in Chu Jinglan's eyes had not yet subsided.

Facts proved that his vigilance was right, because the next moment Xiao Mo turned his wrist and hooked the flower on his belt quickly and steadily.

Chu Jinglan was not wearing any jade, but a dark night lily was quietly stretched out at her waist, surpassing any jade or gold pendant.

Xiao Mo withdrew his hand, took two steps back, looked Chu Jinglan over, and commented: "Looks good, the Immortal Lord of Snow."

I don't know whether he was talking about flowers or people.

Xiao Mo saw something that the person who gave flowers in the attic could not see.

Chu Jinglan looked down at the handwriting on his waist. He didn't take it off. As long as he didn't wear it on his hair, it was still within his tolerance. But his eyes were slightly inquiring: "You seem to be particularly interested today."

Is there anything that is particularly worthy of joy? Is it the promises made by the three children yesterday, or the ordering of a flute today?

But if I had known this earlier, I wouldn't be so happy.

Xiao Mo held the remaining Fengyu Orchid in his hand and shook it at Chu Jinglan: "Don't look suspicious. In life, you should always find more fun for yourself, even small things. Otherwise, life will be very tiring."

Chu Jinglan wanted to ask for a moment, so why do you care about Su Baimo and cause trouble for him simply because you want to see him have fun?

But Su Baimo was an unimportant person, and Chu Jinglan didn't think it necessary to mention him in front of Xiao Mo unless there was something important to do.

In the end, I swallowed my words back.

The Fengyu Lan was smaller than the Youye Tan. Xiao Mo compared them and simply used his spiritual power to pin the flower on his shoulder. The color matched the clothes perfectly, as if a lifelike flower was embroidered on the clothes.

The two of them walked as if they were taking a stroll, and finally arrived at the tool shop.

The craftsmanship of a true master of refining instruments is expensive and the price is high, but ordinary shops are open for business, the prices are fair, and the masters are very enthusiastic to welcome you.

Chu Jinglan took out the piece of white jade and told him what he wanted. The craftsman measured the length and nodded, "It can be made into a flute. What are the requirements for the style and pattern?"

Chu Lan looked at Xiao Mo in shock.

Xiao Mo pointed to the flower on Chu Jinglan's waist and said, "Can you carve a nightshade on the flute like this?"

Master: "Of course!"

If Chu Jinglan were asked to make something for his own use, he would only care about its practicality and not its appearance. However, if given the chance, Xiao Mo would indeed be picky about the appearance.

"You said you wanted to make amulets with the remaining material. If you want five of them, you can only cut them into this size." The weapon refiner used his spiritual power to draw lines on it and showed them to Chu Jinglan and Xiao Mo. Each amulet would be made into a small square jade plate, leaving out the veins of the vessel into which the runes would be injected.

"Do you need a pattern or engraving?"

Xiao Mo nudged Chu Jinglan's arm and said, "Just think of one."

Although Chu Jinglan thought that the white jade token could also be used, Xiao Mo had already said so, so he lowered his eyes and thought about it for the time being.

Chu Jinglan doesn't care about appearance, but he is not without aesthetics.

The light today was very warm, and the breeze was just right. The flowers on Xiao Mo's shoulder and Chu Jinglan's waist moved. Chu Jinglan's eyes passed over Xiao Mo's smooth forehead, where there was originally a fiery red lotus mark, but it was hidden by Xiao Mo.

Chu Jinglan's eyes moved.

He picked up a pen and drew a nine-petal lotus on the paper, then handed it to the master craftsman: "Please do it according to this."

I have to say that Chu Jinglan's painting skills are also very good. With such a detailed draft, the weapon craftsman is confident that the carving will be done well.

The lotus and Xiao Mo's forehead pattern are not completely similar. The nine-petal lotus painted by Chu Jinglan is in full bloom, while the lotus pattern in Xiao Mo has not yet fully blossomed.

Xiao Mo only felt that the painting looked vaguely familiar and did not think much about it.

Because the three children had to go to the academy first, the amulets were made first and they were to be picked up within three days. After paying the deposit and the matter was done, Chu Jinglan wanted to go home directly, but Xiao Mo stopped him.

"Let's go to the restaurant and order a few more dishes."

Chu Jinglan was puzzled: "I told a restaurant yesterday and asked them to help deliver food in the next few days."

"I want to have more food." Xiao Mo thought for a moment, "Well, I also want to eat some spiritual food."

Chu Jinglan also ordered spiritual food from the restaurant.

But it seems that Xiao Mo is satisfied and doesn't care. A few more dishes means a few more dishes. In Xiao Mo's words, they have money now anyway.

There is no need to worry about food and clothing.

They went to the best restaurant in the city, ordered some dishes, and carried the food back in lunch boxes. On the way, Xiao Mo also bought some freshly baked cakes and candied fruits, probably for the children.

After returning home, there was still some time before dinner time, and Chu Jinglan would not waste time. He went back to his room, intending to read a few pages of sword manual, and then go out to practice sword. However, Xiao Mo said that he had to check the children's homework, and walked out leisurely.

Chu Jinglan read the sword manual and when he stood up, he looked down and saw the Epiphyllum on his waist. He was about to take it out and put it in the vase, but before he could reach out, there was a knock on the door.

He opened the door and Mo Zhi was standing outside.

Chu Jinglan was shocked: "What's the matter?"

Mo Zhi was holding a book in his hand, which turned out to be a book on sword techniques. He scratched his head and said, "Master, I am interested in this, but I don't quite understand it. My senior brother said that swords and knives have something in common, so I came to ask you."

Among the three children, only Mo Zhi could condense a new train of thought from Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan's bizarre teachings. Unexpectedly, Mo Zhi found a magical instrument of interest so quickly. Chu Jinglan nodded: "What don't you understand?"

Mo Zhiteng opened the book: "Here."

Chu Jinglan's gaze paused for a moment, and he said, "Do you not understand the deep meaning of this, or do you simply not know how to read?"

Mo Zhi choked: "Uh, I haven't learned this word yet."

"It's in the Three Character Classic." Chu Jinglan was not so easily fooled. He closed the sword technique book and said, "I won't look at the sword technique book today. You should copy the book first, three times."

Mo Zhi wailed instantly: "No——!"

Chu Jinglan put the book on the table and said calmly, "Or you can tell me what you are hiding from me."

Mo Zhi's howling suddenly stopped. He was shocked at first, and then tried to cover up and make amends, trying to pretend to be innocent: "Ah, what, nothing?"

Mo Zhi doesn’t know.

But unfortunately, his reaction just now did not escape Chu Jinglan's eyes. Chu Jinglan said: "Oh, you really are hiding something from me."

Mo Zhi: “…”

It's not that he didn't work hard, it's that his opponent was too strong.

Mo Zhi hung his head in despair: "How come you are so smart, Master?"

It was a pity that he made a special trip here, but not only did his trick get exposed, he also had to copy the book three times. It was a big loss.

Chu Jinglan asked in a tone that was neither too light nor too heavy: "So what is it?"

Even Xiao Mo kept it a secret from him.

No wonder he was so excited today, it turns out he wanted to do something secretly.

Chu Jinglan was not in a hurry, nor was he afraid that Xiao Mo was planning something bad to him. After all, for the inner demon, the biggest benefit he could get from the original body was the body, but his body was now useless, and giving it away would only become a burden.

Mo Zhi said he was smart, but Chu Jinglan didn't guess that Xiao Mo had to work together with the three kids to hide something from him.

Chu Jinglan stood up and decided to go out and take a look.

When Mo Zhi saw that he was about to leave the room, he immediately shouted: "Wait a minute, that——"

Xiao Mo's distant voice came from outside: "——Okay, no need to waste time, let him come out."

Mo Zhi suddenly shut up and immediately stepped aside, staring at Chu Jinglan with sparkling eyes: "Master, please!"

There was joy and anticipation in his eyes. Chu Jinglan thought that it seemed that what was hidden was not something bad.

Then he didn't understand even more.

Xiao Mo and the others should be in the hall. The door of the hall was ajar, and Xiao Mo's voice came from inside.

Chu Jinglan walked forward and opened the door.

The wooden door creaked, and as the door was pushed open, a ball of spiritual energy suddenly floated in front of Chu Jinglan's eyes. It was moving very fast and seemed to be about to hit him, but it braked playfully three inches away from him, then spun in the air, floated upwards, and suddenly exploded -

There was no terrifying power, only aura that suddenly dispersed into stars, shining brightly like brilliant fireworks. After emitting the most beautiful scenery, it turned into dots of fire and slowly fell from the sky.

Mo Zhi behind him and Yan Chunchuxia in front of him shouted at the same time: "Master, happy birthday!"

Chu Jinglan stood at the door in a daze.

Xiao Mo appeared beside him at some point and pushed him forward: "What are you standing there for? Come and sit down."

There was a rare flash of confusion in Chu Jinglan's eyes. He was pushed to the table by Xiao Mo with almost no reaction. Like a puppet, he was sat down by Xiao Mo, who pressed his shoulders.

On the table in front of me was a bowl of noodles with two poached eggs on top, symbolizing that good things come in pairs.

Xiao Mo held his shoulder and smiled: "Happy birthday, Chu Jinglan, I made you some longevity noodles, try them."

Chu Jinglan stared at the steaming noodles but did nothing.

"Um?"

Xiao Mo turned sideways, tilted his head to look at him, and waved his hand in front of him: "Come back to your senses, Senior Brother Chu!"

birthday……

Chu Jinglan's eyes moved slowly. Yes, it was the seventh day of September. Today was his eighteenth birthday.

When he was six years old, the Chu family wanted to influence him with warmth and held a big birthday party for him. However, he turned down the invitation and the party ended unhappily. The Chu family no longer pretended to be warm and kind, and Chu Jinglan never celebrated his birthday since then.

In the past, if he was too busy on the seventh day, he would not pay special attention to the time. He often waited until he needed to check the calendar before he suddenly realized that he was another year older.

Such celebrations were very unfamiliar to him.

The table was already filled with delicious dishes, and there were small portions of candied pastries in front of each seat. Xiao Mo's various actions today were actually all because of his birthday...

When Chu Jinglan spoke, his voice was more harsh than he expected: "You made longevity noodles?"

"Yes." Xiao Mo sat down beside him, propped up his chin, and looked at him with a smile, "You may be better than me at playing the flute and painting, but you can't do this. Eat longevity noodles on your birthday, and you will have a long and prosperous life, good luck and health."

A long, continuous noodle is curled up into a whole bowl. The noodle is kneaded with fragrant mustard juice, which is light golden in color. The soup is clear and exudes a strong fragrance.

Surrounded by the crowd's gaze, Chu Jinglan picked up his chopsticks, picked up the noodles and put them into his mouth.

The noodles are soft and chewy, with a fragrant and mellow wheat aroma. With the delicious flavor of the soup, your cheeks are immersed in the rich warmth, warming your lips and tongue all the way to your heart.

A bowl of longevity noodles doesn’t have much in it, and Chu Jinglan finished it quickly.

He silently turned his head and met Xiao Mo's eyes.

Xiao Mo is silently asking with his eyes: How?

The soup clearly moistened his throat, but Chu Jinglan found it extremely difficult to say a few words. His heart, which had been burned, was trembling quietly. He clenched his fingers and tried to make a sound: "...delicious."

It’s really delicious.

It was better than anything he had ever tasted.

Chu Jinglan seemed to have finally regained his consciousness. He repeated, "It's delicious."

[Ding, mental attack successful, points +500! ]

Xiao Mo was shocked. Five hundred! ?

The single points reached a record that he had never dared to imagine before.

Although he was confident in his cooking skills, he was not so conceited as to think that Chu Jinglan's emotions were stirred up simply by a bowl of noodles. It could only be because of today's preparations, because they were celebrating Chu Jinglan's birthday.

After being surprised, Xiao Mo was left with only understanding.

So, as a person with seven emotions and six desires, why bother pretending to be tough? If you are surrounded by people, you will be moved, right?

Xiao Mo's smile grew brighter. Today was indeed a good day. Everyone had a great meal together, and he could earn a huge amount of points. Xiao Mo propped up his chin and chuckled, "Do you know I'm good to you?"

Chu Jinglan's eyelashes moved, and she was speechless for a moment. Xiao Mo heard the points in his ear dinging and adding some more. In the sound, Chu Jinglan suddenly interrupted: "Do you also think about your birthday?"

Xiao Mo was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand: "I don't want to."

Xiao Mo never celebrated his birthday. Although his parents didn't care about him, he still had a birth certificate, so Xiao Mo at least knew when his birthday was, the third day of the winter month.

Come to think of it, if we calculate based on the time since the time travel, he seems to be a few months younger than Chu Jinglan.

Chu Jinglan: "Set the day you appear as your birthday?"

He said, "I'll hold a birthday party for you next year."

"Chu, Jing, Lan," Xiao Mo stretched out his hand to grab the bowl and chopsticks, "If you dare to do this, don't eat!"

Chu Jinglan was quick-witted and actually dodged steadily with the bowl in hand. Of course, it was also because Xiao Mo did not mean it seriously, otherwise a Yuan baby would not have caught nothing.

Xiao Mo was about to argue with him, but suddenly stopped looking.

Chu Jinglan was looking at him quietly, and a faint smile melted into his eyes that had been hardened by frost and snow for many years. It was not a sneer or a mockery, but a real chuckle.

And without a flash, it just struck Xiao Mo's eyes.

...He looks really good when he smiles.

Sparse and clear like the moon, white as jade, unparalleled.

Xiao Mo wanted to sneer, but he was stuck. He withdrew his hand awkwardly, snorted softly with his eyes wandering around: "You are the birthday star today, I won't quarrel with you."

Seeing that Xiao Mo had no intention of snatching the food away again, Chu Jinglan put down the bowl and slowly picked out the remaining poached egg in the bowl and ate it, swallowing the warmth into his stomach bit by bit to replace the wind and snow.

Xiao Mo didn't dare to look over for a moment, but he couldn't help but secretly glance up a few times to see if Chu Jinglan's smile was still there.

I want to watch it, but I don’t dare to watch it any more.

Xiao Mo couldn't help but touch his cheek with the back of his hand. As the cold back of his hand touched the icy cheek, he suddenly realized, yes, the inner demon has no blood and no body temperature. What is he doing?

Why would I subconsciously check if my face was hot?

A bit strange.

Well, maybe I'm just too happy today. It's okay, no big problem.

The author has something to say:

Xiao Mo: Fortunately, my face doesn’t get red, so I can eliminate the problem fundamentally!