Chapter 55

Chu Jinglan rested obediently in the pharmacy for half a day.

Liu Shao's medical skills and medicine were very good. After one night, he could get out of bed without any hindrance and his wounds didn't hurt. Without the fragments to bother him, he felt a lot better.

Qingquan Mountain is located in Guangdu Prefecture, and it only takes a day to get there by flying boat. After Chu Jinglan had a good rest, Xiao Mo and he set off at a leisurely pace.

Most of the spiritual veins in the middle realm are of low and medium grades, with few of high grades. But let alone medium grades, even the low-grade spiritual veins are places with very rich spiritual energy. Disciples with insufficient cultivation or low status are not qualified to practice there.

Xiao Mo had no doubt that Chu Jinglan would be able to successfully repair his Dantian after this time. He was in the flying boat room, overlooking the scenery of the earth through the window. The smoke was hazy, and as his thoughts flew far away, he thought of more.

When Chu Jinglan's cultivation recovers, there will be a lot of momentum around him, and he will no longer be an ignored useless person. And if Xiao Mo wants to stay by his side and witness his path, he will definitely attract attention from all sides.

It's okay to be noticed, but if the name "Xiao Mo" becomes too famous, it will not be a good thing for him. After all, after being reborn, Xiao Mo still wants to continue living under his own name.

The system had talked to him and said that his identity and cultivation talent after rebirth could be chosen within a reasonable range. If he wanted to live a comfortable life in the world of cultivation, his cultivation must not be bad. A good cultivation would mean that he would stand out.

There must be tens of thousands of people named "Xiao Mo" in the world, but there is a big difference between those who are famous and those who are unknown. It would be very troublesome if someone linked him after his rebirth with his inner demon Xiao Mo.

As for why the new identity could be easily linked together... Xiao Mo glanced at Chu Jinglan out of the corner of his eye.

His initial thought was that after completing the mission and changing his identity, he would stay away from Chu Jinglan and live his own comfortable life. But now their cooperation relationship is very harmonious, and Chu Jinglan is the person he is most familiar with in the world of cultivation. When the time comes, he should at least say hello to him, right?

System matters are restricted and cannot be discussed, but there should be some roundabout way to hint at them and complete the cooperation peacefully.

Xiao Mo was young after all, and he was not aware of some problems at that time and thought too simply.

When he is reborn, it will seem to outsiders that there is a new "Xiao Mo" beside Chu Jinglan, which will inevitably lead to wild speculation.

When Xiao Mo thought of this, he turned his head and said to Chu Jinglan, "I think that not only can we no longer call each other brothers, I also need to change my name."

Chu Jinglan was studying the sword manual. Hearing this, he looked up and asked, "Why?"

Because I will be reborn.

Xiao Mo: "I want to be more low-key."

Chu Jinglan didn't say anything, but his eyes clearly said: What's the point?

Sometimes Xiao Mo's fanciful ideas run wild and even he can hardly keep up.

But as long as it's not a big deal, Chu Jinglan will usually follow Xiao Mo's own wishes in the end.

Xiao Mo saw that he had no intention of holding him back, so he tapped his flute on his palm and thought for a moment, "Last time we thought of the name 'Mo Lan' for the Golden Mask, but we haven't registered it with anyone yet. It just happens to be a good name, so let me use it."

After Chu Jinglan recovers his cultivation, the appearances of the man with the golden mask will definitely decrease.

"From now on, I will be Mo Lan. If Jinxiu Pavilion or people I've met before ask me about my name, I will say Xiao Mo is a pseudonym." Xiao Mo was very happy. "Anyway, no matter what name I use, they can't find out my real identity. It's not my decision what to call me."

Chu Jinglan paused as he was flipping through the sword manual. He suddenly thought, doesn't this mean that no matter how many people he meets in the future, he is the only one who knows Xiao Mo's real name, and he is the only one who knows everything about the demon in front of him?

Xiao Mo will gradually become a name that belongs only to him...

Chu Jinglan couldn't help but rub the edge of the page with his fingers.

Seems, not bad?

[Ding, mental attack successful, points +50! ]

Xiao Mo no longer casts inexplicable glances at Chu Jinglan just for the extra points. He is sure that Chu Jinglan has definitely learned to complain in his heart, and who knows what he is thinking about him.

"Okay, from now on, in front of outsiders, I am your best friend Mo Lan. Remember, don't call me the wrong name." Xiao Mo came closer, holding the flute, "Why don't you try calling me Mo Lan first?"

Chu Jinglan calmly turned over a page of the sword manual and said, "We'll talk about it when there are outsiders."

Xiao Mo: "Get used to it in advance."

Chu Jinglan was shocked: "Before I treated you as my brother, you didn't get used to calling me brother or elder brother."

Well, at most I call him "senior brother", but most of the time I just call him by his name.

Xiao Mo shook the flute and said, "The name and the title are different."

"Okay." Chu Jinglan closed the book, "I'll remember that, Mo Lan."

Xiao Mo picked up the flute in his hand and spun it around, feeling satisfied.

They let Qiuqiu out of the pet bag again. The little bird was pecking its feathers by the window. Most of its feathers were still gray, but there were a few white feathers at the base of its wings. They were round and plump, and if you poked the feathers you could feel a soft pit. It was truly a little plush ball.

Not to mention that Xiao Mo would poke Qiuqiu from time to time, even Chu Jinglan, who had seen Xiao Mo's movements so many times, couldn't help but reach out -

It feels really good.

Qiuqiu felt very comfortable after being poked: "Chiu."

Time passed quickly as we poked the ball on the flying boat, and soon we arrived at Qingquan Mountain.

Because there are spiritual veins in the mountains, there are sentry posts everywhere. Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan showed the token given by Wang Ludian to the guards, and someone came to lead them inside.

"You two, please come this way."

The spiritual veins are all distributed underground. Some require walking through caves, and some go directly down the cliff. The middle-grade spiritual vein of Qingquan Mountain is right at the bottom of the cliff, with mountains on both sides. Walking down along the cliff, the more you walk, the more you can feel the rich spiritual power.

After walking along the winding cliff path and turning the corner, the scenery at the bottom of the cliff suddenly comes into view.

The thousand-foot-high cliffs are emerald green and towering. A long spiritual vein is emitting a soft light and flowing slowly like a river. The "broken ice" floating on the spiritual stream and the crystals condensed on both sides are the spiritual stones produced by the spiritual vein.

The bright river and silver shadows are a beautiful sight tonight. Not only is it breathtakingly beautiful, it is also a blessed land for cultivation, and... there is money everywhere.

Chu Jinglan felt that Lingmai simply embodied all of Xiao Mo's preferences: beauty, spectacular scenery, and money.

Apart from not being able to eat it, there is absolutely no other problem.

Sure enough, Xiao Mo's eyes were shining brightly with the light of his spiritual veins.

However, Wang Ludian dared to let them in, so he had corresponding measures in place, and he was not worried that they would drain his family's money. He carved out stone training rooms on both sides of the cliffs, and the guide took them to one of them. He bowed to them and said, "You two can use this training room within the agreed period."

There are spirit stone crystals at the door of the training room. If necessary, Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan can take them and directly absorb the spiritual power inside for use in training. The spirit veins are patrolled every day, and they certainly know how much has been consumed. They will also keep an eye on everyone's whereabouts to ensure their safety while preventing them from damaging the spirit veins.

Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan did not come here to make money. Transactions should be conducted with integrity. They came here to practice.

Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan politely responded, "Thank you very much."

The guide sent them away and left. There were disciples from the Jinxiu Pavilion patrolling around. The two of them went into the stone chamber to check. There were three stone beds for training inside, as well as a stone table and three stone benches. There were spirit lamps embedded in the stone walls. They would glow when spiritual power was injected into them, and would turn off the lights when the spiritual power was withdrawn.

The walls and stone doors inside the room are engraved with soundproofing and strengthening talismans to prevent the impact caused by some people's cultivation from directly damaging the training room. These are all practical arrangements.

Xiao Mo took out some spirit crystals at the door and piled them in the corner of the stone room to increase the concentration of spiritual power inside the training room. He put the ball back into the spirit pet bag and closed the stone door. Chu Jinglan sat down beside the stone bed, unbuttoned his shirt, and prepared to remove the bandage on his abdomen.

At the age of eighteen, Chu Jinglan has grown into a very good figure.

Eighteen years old, you can call them young men or young talents, they always have a vigorous and youthful air that has not yet faded, some are like morning dew, some are like the rising sun, even Chu Jinglan's frosty look is not the stubborn snow on the top of the mountain for thousands of years, but the thin mist and cold frost that suddenly falls at night.

When Liu Shao was treating him before, Xiao Mo's attention was all on the wounds and the knife. But now, he finally paid attention to Chu Jinglan's good figure.

The bandage is wrapped around the waist and abdomen, with clear contours. It cannot be seen when the clothes are wrapped tightly, but now that the clothes are half open, the smooth and symmetrical skin like a sculpture is clearly visible. When the arms move, the lines under the white gauze of the bandage are also pulled along. No one will doubt the explosive power hidden underneath.

It turns out there are people who can make others feel secure just by their figure.

It is a real treat for the eyes.

Xiao Mo appreciates everything beautiful, whether it is scenery or people.

When Chu Jinglan was removing the bandage, he noticed Xiao Mo's burning gaze and looked up. He saw Xiao Mo staring at him with the same look in his eyes as when he was looking at the large piece of spirit crystal stone just now.

Chu Jinglan was shocked: "..."

If it were someone else, being stared at like this with their clothes open, they would either feel offended or embarrassed, but seeing the look in Xiao Mo's eyes, Chu Jinglan did not feel any resentment at all.

After all, he was regarded as a spirit crystal.

…Forget it, this is his inner demon.

Just treat it as a stone if it is treated as a stone. After all, Lingjing is a high-level stone, and Xiao Mo's gaze is admiring, which can be regarded as a kind of affirmation.

Chu Jinglan pretended that he didn't care and lowered his head to untie the bandages one by one.

As the white veil fell to the ground, Xiao Mo stopped exclaiming "what a great figure" and his eyes fell on the wound.

When applying medicine on the willow branches, spiritual power was also rubbed in. At this moment, the color of the wound is very light, and no scar will be left after healing. The spiritual power in the stone chamber is very strong, and one can feel the benefits to the body and cultivation between breaths. The wound recovers faster here, and as long as a few more moments pass, no matter whether one is cultivating or doing anything else, it will not be affected.

Only in the world of cultivation can one achieve such a rapid recovery.

Chu Jinglan applied some more medicine and put on his clothes. Xiao Mo sat down on the stone bed opposite him and said, "We will start the training soon. Jinglei said the process will be very painful. If you take painkillers..."

"If you numb your senses, you won't be able to practice properly." Chu Jinglan said.

Xiao Mo sighed: "That's right."

For Chu Jinglan, whether it hurts or not is not the point. The point is that monks with better conditions than Jinglei have not succeeded. In addition to the right place and people, luck is obviously also needed.

Chu Jinglan looked at his palm and said, "So far, only Jinglei has succeeded."

Xiao Mo naturally replied: "You will be added soon."

He is simply more confident than Chu Jinglan himself.

Chu Jinglan's eyes softened, he clenched his fingers into a fist, and said in a low but firm voice: "Yes."

After a while, the wound was completely healed. Chu Jinglan got up and rested for a while, then sat cross-legged and began to practice.

Only the last bit of Dantian fragment is left, but it will not be treated gently. Chu Jinglan has to use the huge amount of spiritual power that is on the verge of breaking to try to prop it up so that it can expand without being destroyed. This is a great test of the level of control over spiritual power. It is a bold and meticulous job.

From the moment Xiao Mo started meditating, he focused his attention on Chu Jinglan, and he couldn't help but clench the flute in his hands, a nervousness that he himself was not aware of.

Chu Jinglan closed his eyes in shock. Within a few breaths, his whole body tensed up, a frown appeared between his brows, the blood color on his face quickly faded, and the lines around his lips began to turn white.

Xiao Mo suddenly became so angry that he dared not say a word and stared at him without blinking.

The dark yetan between his brows was distorted by the gradually deepening grooves, Chu Jinglan clenched his cheek muscles tightly, a thin layer of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and the muscle spasms became more and more obvious. No matter how much he could endure, his body's reaction was the most honest, and he must be in great pain.

The inflow of surrounding spiritual energy began to become chaotic, and Xiao Mo immediately took action to sort out the flow of spiritual energy around him, making the violent spiritual flow return to an orderly state.

Xiao Mo's fingers were very light, but Chu Jinglan's brows were not loosened.

He was indeed in great pain.

No wonder Jing Lei said that he was in excruciating pain every day. The beginning of everything is the hardest. The poor Dantian fragment was suddenly infused with thick spiritual power. Chu Jinglan seemed to hear its screams and resistance, but he was cold-blooded and ruthless and continued with a hard heart.

Man is always fighting with himself; he can never remain a loser forever.

Xiao Mo lit up spiritual light on his white fingers, and he concentrated on controlling the flow of spiritual power. Only a cup of tea after he started practicing, Chu Jinglan suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood splashed onto Xiao Mo's robe, dyeing the exquisitely embroidered patterns red.

"Chu Jinglan!"

Xiao Mo immediately raised his hand to help him, but Chu Jinglan supported himself with his arms and shook his head at him. Chu Jinglan was speechless at this time. He opened his mouth and lowered his head, and vomited two mouthfuls of blood.

Blood was oozing out of his mouth. Chu Jinglan held up his arm, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Xiao Mo's clothes stained red by him. He opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "...It's dirty."

"What?"

Xiao Mo heard his whisper, followed Chu Jinglan's line of sight, and saw the hem of his clothes: "What time is it now? You still care about this!"

Xiao Mo immediately took out two bottles of elixirs: "Which one do you want, the one for soothing qi or the one for replenishing blood?"

Chu Jinglan coughed twice and took both.

Xiao Mo pinched a small cleansing ball and cleaned Chu Jinglan's sweat and blood first, then the ball rolled around his clothes and wiped away the blood stains.

Chu Jinglan took two kinds of medicine and felt better for a while, then he started practicing again.

On the first day of the retreat, Chu Jinglan didn't know how much blood he vomited and how much sweat he shed. In the end, he passed out from the pain.

When Xiao Mo helped him lie down, he realized that his fingers had been trembling since he had no idea when.

...There's so much blood.

The original novel later only wrote about his endless glory, without mentioning the blood and sweat he shed during his struggle.

Spirits don’t have dirty hearts, but demons without hearts will also feel sad.

Xiao Mo took a deep breath.

I can't show that I'm too upset in front of Chu Jinglan, because he is the one who has the most difficult time. If my hands and feet start to tremble and I start to panic, wouldn't that disturb his mood?

Therefore, when Chu Jinglan was shocked the next day, Xiao Mo looked normal.

Having taken the fasting pill earlier, Chu Jinglan didn't need to eat anything. After waking up, he immediately started meditating again. But before he started, he glanced at Xiao Mo quietly.

Xiao Mo understood the emotion in his calm eyes, was stunned for a moment, then pinched his palm and smiled at him: "I know it's not time to rest, I won't stop you, you can start."

Once the hammer training of Dantian begins, you can't just fish for three days and dry the nets for two days. You can only keep approaching the edge and overcome the pain to have a chance of being reborn. It is never a comfortable process.

After hearing what Xiao Mo said, Chu Jinglan closed his eyes and started again.

The next day, he still fainted from the pain. Xiao Mo pressed his pulse and found that the Dantian fragment had hardly changed, neither better nor worse.

There was no difference between the third and fourth days, but on the fifth day, Chu Jinglan was forced to wake up and come out of meditation for the first time because he failed to enter into a complete state of meditation. This time he did not vomit blood, but he was sweating profusely and his breathing was very disordered.

Xiao Mo used his spiritual power to dredge his meridians and asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

Chu Jinglan lowered his eyes and glanced at Xiao Mo's clothes, and closed his eyes involuntarily.

He was very tolerant of pain, but Chu Jinglan never believed that a person's will must be broken by pain. Pain would only make people mentally unstable. Five consecutive days of severe pain and no progress in his Dantian were tormenting his spirit over and over again.

The hems of Xiao Mo's clothes were stained by his blood again and again, but he couldn't even do the simplest cleaning technique.

Chu Jinglan was speechless, clenched his fists tightly, and dug his nails into his palms.

He hated his own weakness and powerlessness.

Xiao Mo stopped talking and pried open Chu Jinglan's blood-stained fingers one by one.

But just as he tried to pry his hand open, Chu Jinglan pinched his hand back again. After two times, Chu Jinglan's palm was bloody from being pinched by himself.

Xiao Mo was so angry that he almost laughed.

So the third time, before Chu Jinglan could completely retract his fingers, Xiao Mo directly stuffed his hand into his palm, wrapping it completely.

Xiao Mo: "Pinch me again."

If Chu Jinglan pinches again this time, he won't hurt his own palm, he will only pinch Xiao Mo's hand.

Chu Jinglan's fingers froze in place.

He didn't know where to put his fingers because he had exerted too much force.

Xiao Mo did not use the cleaning technique this time. Instead, he took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood off his fingers bit by bit.

"You can scream out if it hurts, you can shout out." Xiao Mo wiped his hands, "There's no one else here except me."

"If you can't stand being heard by anyone, I can go back to the Sea of ​​Consciousness, close my eyes and ears, and no one will know what a savage you are."

Xiao Mo spread out his palm and used his spiritual power to heal the flesh wound: "Don't make it hard on yourself."

The stiff fingers slowly stretched out, and this time, Chu Jinglan gently pulled back and placed them on Xiao Mo's skin. He held Xinmo's slightly cold hand and said in a hoarse voice: "You don't have to leave."

Xiao Mo let him hold his hand: "Are you feeling better?"

Chu Jinglan slowly sat up straight, "Yeah."

Xiao Mo raised his eyes and looked at Chu Jinglan's expression carefully, confirming that he had indeed come out of the state of pain and trance. He withdrew his hand and slapped Chu Jinglan on the back of his hand, saying angrily: "I told you to pinch me! You pinched my palm so hard that there is no healthy flesh left!"

Chu Jinglan pressed the back of his hand, his fingertips retaining the cool warmth of Xiao Mo. It was difficult for him to make a sound when he was in pain, but at this moment, he laughed very softly.

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

It was a huge sum of money, but Xiao Mo didn't have the slightest interest in it. He lowered his eyes dejectedly, feeling that there was really no point for him to stay here except to be a witness. He wanted to fold his arms and legs and just shrink back, but at this moment, he was touched on the center of his eyebrows.

Xiao Mo raised his head and watched Chu Jinglan withdraw his hand in silence.

"I'm fine." The first snow in Chu Jinglan's eyes melted away, but the gentle and light smile had not yet faded, "I will continue?"

"Oh... Yeah."

Xiao Mo was still a little dazed and spoke dryly. When Chu Jinglan closed his eyes and continued to practice, he realized belatedly that Chu Jinglan's tone was not that of statement, but of inquiry.

...ask me what I do.

This question was just as inexplicable as Chu Jinglan's action just now.

But strangely, he calmed down.

Xiao Mo sat back on the stone bed opposite, staring at Chu Jinglan. He did not cross his arms to seek a sense of security, but instead touched his forehead with the back of his hand, which had just been touched by Chu Jinglan's fingertips.

It’s okay, he said softly, everything will be fine, he stayed with Chu Jinglan.