Chapter 56

Chu Jinglan's condition has improved slightly since this attack.

The specific situation is: after closing his eyes, he will no longer spit out blood uncontrollably, but will be able to hold it in for one or two seconds, lower his head and spit it out.

A small improvement is still an improvement, Xiao Mo thought with relief. It doesn't matter. They are all prepared for a long-term battle.

After Chu Jinglan vomited blood, he skillfully took the elixir that Xiao Mo had put down beside him, and the small ball of cleaning magic that Xiao Mo had pinched started to work immediately, cleaning Chu Jinglan and the ground.

The process is very efficient.

On the seventh day, Chu Jinglan finally succeeded in not fainting from the pain, but was in so much pain that he was exhausted. He lay on the edge of the stone bed and didn't even have the strength to take the medicine.

It is much easier to feed medicine to an awake person than to an unconscious person. Xiao Mo stuffs any medicine into Chu Jinglan's mouth and Chu Jinglan just opens his mouth to eat it. This is all thanks to their gains in the Fantasy Moon Secret Realm, otherwise the daily consumption of medicine would be a huge burden.

Now you don’t need to worry about external things, you just need to concentrate on cultivation.

Xiao Mo pressed Chu Jinglan's pulse and found that the fragment was not completely unchanged. Although it did not grow in size, it was tempered by spiritual power and should have become a little stronger.

The main reason is that it is too small. You can only feel it every day to notice its every tiny change.

Because Chu Jinglan's condition was worrying, Xiao Mo couldn't just leave him alone. Without the ability to meditate and cultivate, Xiao Mo simply kept an eye on Chu Jinglan's situation while breaking off the crystal and holding it in his hand, directly absorbing the spiritual power inside and then slowly digesting it.

It is a bit of a waste to absorb spiritual energy without calming the mind to carefully channel it, but it can still bring some benefits. For now, it is very suitable for Xiao Mo, who is good at multitasking. He can use the fragmented time to practice and not waste any time.

This is what the King of Rolls is like.

Chu Jinglan lay on the stone bed and calmed his breathing. Every time he practiced, he still felt pain. It was truly like being in agony. When the pain was too unbearable, one could not control the random thoughts in his mind. The pain burned his thoughts and his thoughts amplified the pain.

But at the end of the anxious and tormenting time, Chu Jinglan was not shattered into pieces. Instead, a coolness like the surface of a lake under the moon lifted up his mind.

It was the thing Xiao Mo forced into his palm that day.

As long as a person is held by something, he can always return to his place of belonging.

On the tenth day, Xiao Mo took out his flute, but in order to prevent the sound of the flute from disturbing Chu Jinglan, he put a soundproof barrier on himself and did not practice any skills, but simply practiced music theory.

Chu Jinglan opened his eyes in shock, paused for two seconds, tilted his head and spat out blood. When he saw Xiao Mo playing the flute, he paused: "Soundproof barrier?"

"Yes." Xiao Mo opened the soundproof barrier and spoke to him, "I'm afraid it will affect your cultivation."

It is a delicate job for Chu Jinglan to hammer the Dantian fragments. Any slight deviation will be magnified infinitely. At the very least, he will spit out a few more mouthfuls of blood. At the worst... there will be no serious consequences. After all, Chu Jinglan will definitely succeed.

But Xiao Mo didn't want the sound of his flute to make him vomit more blood, not even a single sip.

Chu Jinglan swallowed the blood-replenishing pill, and with the taste of blood in his mouth, he spoke in the bitter taste: "Remove the barrier."

Xiao Mo looked at him quietly.

He said: "When the pain is too great, the sound of the flute may help me stay conscious."

Xiao Mo raised his eyebrows and gently stroked the flute: "Are you sure?"

"Um."

Chu Jinglan swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth and said, "I'm used to the sound of your flute, so it's okay."

Xiao Mo stroked the smooth flute with his fingers. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Then give it a try. If it doesn't work, stop."

Chu Jinglan: "Okay."

He closed his eyes again, and Xiao Mo held the flute across his body and began to play a note neither too high nor too low.

The biggest problem with Xiao Mo's flute playing nowadays is that he is often out of tune, and plays the flute intermittently. Each tune is played separately, and when taken individually they are no longer the terrifying weapon that killed people without leaving them behind, but when played together, it is incomprehensible and totally unpleasant to the ear.

While playing the flute, Xiao Mo observed Chu Jinglan's expression. He started with a low pitch, and seeing that Chu Jinglan's reaction was no different from his previous training performance, that he was still in pain, and there was no unexpected situation due to the sound of the flute, he gradually made the sound louder.

First he played Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and then he played the unfinished song.

Chu Jinglan closed his eyes in shock and poured his spiritual power into the fragments. The intense pain still allowed him to hear his body's screams, but in the darkness, a flute sound slowly rose in pitch, leaped into his ears, and occupied the most conspicuous position.

The immature sound of the flute is stumbling and intermittent, like someone stepping on the ground after the rain, casually stepping on small splashes of water. The crystal water droplets splash out a light but discordant melody. Whether you understand it or not, like it or hate it, it all depends on the mood of the viewer.

Outsiders had no idea how surprised he was, but in the sound of the flute, he captured the familiarity, the little bits and pieces of their day and night together, which together formed a touchable place of peace of mind.

Xiao Mo's previous worries did not come to pass at all. Instead, Chu Jinglan felt more stable in the sound of his flute.

After a month, Chu Jinglan no longer had the strength to move after each day's work, but could at least sit on the stone bed. Xiao Mo checked Chu Jinglan's pulse, his eyes lit up: "I feel like the fragments have grown from peas to peanuts?"

Chu Jinglan just thought the metaphor was apt when Xiao Mo added, "It's still pea yellow and fried peanuts."

Chu Jinglan was shocked: "...Are you greedy?"

Xiao Mo took his hand back and denied it firmly: "No."

Chu Jinglan half leaned on the stone bed and rummaged through the storage container. He found several spiritual herbs that tasted good, but these herbs had not been baked to remove impurities, because they were treasures that absorbed the essence of heaven and earth and originally had no impurities.

Chu Jinglan held out his hand, and Xiao Mo pushed it back without hesitation: "Hey, I'm really greedy. You can't waste money just because you have money. Frugality is a virtue."

Keeping the precious spiritual herbs, even if you can't use them in the future, they are still fixed assets.

Chu Jinglan handed it forward again: "It's not a waste if I give it to you to eat."

Xiao Mo: “…”

Xiao Mo immediately felt that this was not a magical herb, but a hot potato. The hand that was trying to resist trembled and he withdrew it abruptly.

"You..." Xiao Mo uncomfortably twirled his fingers under his sleeves. As soon as he said a word, he realized that his voice was not right, so he immediately shut up and kept silent. His eyes moved, and he glanced at Chu Jinglan from time to time, sizing up Chu Jinglan's expression.

But Chu Jinglan looked indifferent, as if he had just said something very ordinary.

If Xiao Mo overreacted, the atmosphere would become inexplicable.

Xiao Mo twirled his fingers again. He tried to convince himself that with the harmonious relationship between him and Chu Jinglan, this level of friendliness was reasonable. He shouldn't make such a fuss and should accept it calmly -

But I'm really not used to it.

Chu Jinglan held the spiritual herb in his hand, did not take it back, but did not speak again. He looked at Xiao Mo calmly and quietly, waiting for him to make his own move.

Xiao Mo's uneasy fingers slowly clenched under Chu Jinglan's calm gaze, and then he made up his mind and reached out to the spiritual herb -

Xiao Mo took the spiritual herb.

He still said stubbornly: "I'll eat it all. Even if you feel sorry for it, you can't take it back."

Chu Jinglan took back his empty hands and said, "It's not a pity."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Mo immediately stuffed a magical herb into his mouth, chewed it hard, and lowered his head without saying a word.

...Why is this magical herb so sweet?

The fragrance of the spiritual herbs lingered in Chu Jinglan's palms, and he felt that he seemed to have learned little by little how to be nice to others.

It just depends on when Xiao Mo can get used to accepting other people's kindness to him.

After a short rest, the arduous training must continue.

In many written descriptions, it seems that those who practice cultivation often make earth-shattering movements in an instant, and it is always easy. However, Xiao Mo watched Chu Jinglan's state change little by little. Even if there was a shocking thing happening at any time, it was the result of long-term accumulation, and Chu Jinglan deserved it when the time came.

Two months later, Chu Jinglan suddenly opened his eyes and spat out blood uncontrollably.

Xiao Mo was startled, thinking that the situation had taken a turn for the worse, and he quickly ran to his stone bedside, not caring about his clothes as he swept the blood off the ground, staining it.

He was wearing a goose yellow gown today, with a long hem hanging behind him. When he walked, the gown drew arcs in the air, shining with golden light, which was extremely beautiful. He was about to speak when he saw Chu Jinglan raised his hand.

A very faint light emerged from that hand.

It was so weak that it seemed to be extinguished at any time, but it made Xiao Mo's eyes widen.

Chu Jinglan used this little bit of spiritual power to cast a cleansing spell on the hem of Xiao Mo's clothes.

The spiritual energy created slight ripples in the air, washing away the blood stains on the hem of the clothes, leaving the warm yellow clothes as clean as before.

The inner demon has no blood, so its eyes will not turn red, but Xiao Mo could clearly feel an indescribable warmth mixed with sadness instantly rising to his eyes. He pursed his lips and was unable to speak for a moment.

But it was just a small cleansing technique, which was completely incomparable to the chilling aura that Chu Jinglan had experienced when he swung the sword.

But at this moment, they both heard the roar of the waves and saw a rising sun on the distant horizon, breaking through the endless darkness.

Xiao Mo raised his fingers with trembling hands, and curled them several times before he finally controlled his strength and lightly touched Chu Jinglan's fingertips that were glowing with spiritual light.

Xiao Mo laughed. The inner demon had no tears, but there was a hazy watery feeling in his laughter.

Then a faint curve appeared on Chu Jinglan's lips.

The Dantian is no longer a dried bean. After countless times of persistent tempering, it finally begins to grow.

It is not the shaky and failing stage of Qi training, but the solid and steady initial stage of Qi training.

"Chu Jinglan."

"Um."

"Congratulations."

"Um."

Xiao Mo tapped Chu Jinglan's fingertips again, his warm skin pressed against the cold spirit. Xiao Mo smiled and pressed Chu Jinglan's finger forward with some force: "Hurry, I want to see you in full swing."

Chu Jinglan put her fingertips together with his, and her usually calm voice seemed to have some other meaning: "Okay."

Xiao Mo failed to understand the meaning, and Chu Jinglan himself didn't quite understand it either, but it didn't matter. At this moment, their fingertips were touching each other, and they were happy about the same thing, and that was enough.

[Ding, mental attack successful, +200! ]

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There is no sun or moon in the mountains, and time passes slowly and quickly. After Chu Jinglan's condition stabilized, Xiao Mo was able to concentrate on his cultivation. However, he did not completely shut himself off from the world. Usually, he would come out of the stone chamber once every three to five days.

Chu Jinglan no longer vomits blood every day. The energy he lost in the early days has been replenished by the effects of elixirs and practice. Xiao Mo will not leave too far. He just walks around nearby, firstly to change the scenery and get some fresh air, and secondly to chat with the guard disciples who patrol the Jinxiu Pavilion.

Let's talk about what news in the cultivation world is worth paying attention to recently, so that they won't be clueless about the current situation in the cultivation world after they go out.

So, one year later——

Today, it was time for Xiao Mo to come out of the stone chamber and relax.

Today he also brought Qiuqiu out for some fresh air, with Qiuqiu lying on his shoulder. Xiao Mo was wearing a reed round-necked shirt with a bamboo leaf embroidered shirt on the outside. The green bamboos stood tall and graceful, walking gracefully and moving slowly.

The patrolling monk who passed by was already familiar with him and raised his hand to greet Xiao Mo.

Seeing that he was smiling a little bit reluctantly and looked a bit depressed, Xiao Mo asked politely, "Senior, you look strange. What happened?"

He still used the cultivation level of the middle stage of foundation building to deal with the outside world. Anyone patrolling here was more than just foundation building, and Xiao Mo could call anyone he met a senior.

The patrol monk of Jinxiu Pavilion pinched his brows and said, "Alas, something went wrong in my practice. I am restless."

He had provided Xiao Mo with a lot of information. Xiao Mo smiled and put the flute in his hand as a payment for the information: "Why don't I play a song for you to calm your mind?"

The man: "Okay, you have a flute with you, I've never heard of it before!"

Xiao Mo turned his wrist, held the flute in front, put his lower lip against it, and then took a breath -

The jade flute emits melodious and clear music, which hits the steep cliffs on both sides. The lingering sound echoes in the empty valley. The sound of the flute is accompanied by the breeze and the bright moon, and the artistic conception of a painting comes into mind.

In a year, the hoarse and mocking flute sounds became a thing of the past, and Xiao Mo was able to play beautiful music.

The system has to sigh that human growth is really amazing.

After all, Xiao Mo's operatic art was honed through his deep and systematic hearing.

The monk listened to Xiao Mo's music and was also full of appreciation.

The inner demon is best at controlling people's minds, but Xiao Mo's meditation is different from that of the righteous cultivators. The righteous cultivators amplify positive emotions and directly stabilize the spirit to suppress distracting thoughts; while Xiao Mo's skills act on distracting thoughts, driving them away and absorbing the power in them for his own use.

After the song, the monk felt much better and thanked Xiao Mo: "You played the song really well. You must be very talented in music theory. I am not like that. I can't even play the piano or sing a song."

Xiao Mo: "There is no such thing as natural talent. Hard work can make up for one's shortcomings."

The monk thought he was just being humble: "Haha, if you are not arrogant or impatient, you can accomplish great things!"

Xiao Mo held the flute and thought to himself, I am telling the truth.

The system says it can definitely provide evidence.

After Xiao Mo helped the people, he started asking for news: "Is there anything worth noting recently?"

The monk was in a good mood and was willing to chat: "Of course there are, and there are many more, but the biggest one here is definitely the Yuntai Competition!"

Xiao Mo was very interested: "Oh?"

The Yuntai Competition is held in both the middle and upper realms, and is hosted by the five major forces. Disciples from all schools and sects as well as independent cultivators are sincerely invited to form groups based on their realm of cultivation. Cultivators from different realms will compete in combat, and the winner will receive a treasure that has been promised in advance based on their ranking.

It is worth mentioning that the five major forces include the demons.

That's right, this is not only an opportunity for the righteous sects to demonstrate their strength and publicize their majesty, but also a chance for the two races to test each other given the delicate situation between the demons and human cultivators.

The Yuntai Competition in the Middle Realm is scheduled to take place in March. The minimum cultivation requirement to participate is Golden Core. The rewards for the top 100 winners are being revealed one by one, but the rewards for the top ten have not yet been announced. Everyone is guessing and the discussion is very heated.

For the Yuntai Competition, the six Yunduan sects in the upper realm will also send people, including the Yingyue Sect.

Xiao Mo thought about this and was about to speak, but suddenly he realized something and turned his head quickly.

The monks of Jinxiu Pavilion also noticed the spiritual energy rapidly flowing into the room behind them, and asked in surprise: "Is this a promotion?"

But this amount of spiritual energy is too exaggerated!

Xiao Mo hurriedly bowed to him and said, "Sorry, I have to go back and take a look. Let's talk another day!"

Monk: "Yeah, I understand. Go ahead, Mo Lan."

He hissed. If he remembered correctly, the other person came here as a Qi practitioner. Does advancing in Qi practice require so much spiritual energy?

He didn't know that half a year ago, Chu Jinglan had already recovered to the middle stage of foundation building, and now...

Xiao Mo put the ball back into the pet bag, entered the stone chamber and closed the door, watching the crazy influx of spiritual power almost forming a vortex around Chu Jinglan. The person at the center of the vortex had a calm expression, his back was straight, and he boldly and calmly absorbed all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

His breath rose steadily.

The middle stage of foundation building, the late stage of foundation building...Golden Elixir.

The early stage of Jindan, the middle stage of Jindan - the peak stage of Jindan!

At this moment, Xiao Mo finally felt relieved. He knew that Chu Jinglan would succeed, but when he actually saw Chu Jinglan rebuild his Dantian and get back his own cultivation, his joy, excitement, and worries disappeared.

After all the hardships, the pain of wind and frost was finally completely consumed in his will and turned into a strong wind that helped him to climb up.

Chu Jinglan's aura stayed at the peak of the Golden Core for a while, but it had not yet solidified.

Just when Xiao Mo's heart was about to be in suspense again, Chu Jinglan's aura continued to rise!

The vortexes of spiritual energy gathered in Chu Jinglan's dantian one by one and spun wildly, but they were all suppressed by Chu Jinglan, and none of them could disturb his body. The light of the spiritual crystal in the stone chamber quickly dimmed and was completely sucked out.

Conserve your energy and build up your strength, a thousand miles a day will advance you.

Breaking those heavy shackles, roaming freely in the universe, wandering in nature - Yuan Ying Cheng.

The huge spiritual energy was suppressed, the strong wind gradually stopped, Chu Jinglan's cultivation was condensed at the early stage of Yuanying, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Nineteen-year-old Yuanying!

Unprecedented and unrivaled, the useless man crawled out of the thorny hell step by step with his own flesh and blood, and the proud son of heaven returned to the clouds.

At the moment when Chu Jinglan's breath stabilized, Xiao Mo felt that he was also lifted up into the clouds. Days of practice had pierced through that layer of thin paper, allowing him to stand one step higher.

Inner demon, middle stage of Yuanying.

Chu Jinglan opened his eyes in shock, and what he saw was Xiao Mo, who was also surrounded by spiritual energy. Perhaps it was because he had just stepped onto a small step, Xiao Mo's eyes turned dark red again, strange and gorgeous, so beautiful that it was astonishing.

The aura of advancement in Chu Jinglan's eyes slowly receded after it touched Xiao Mo, and the frost and snow turned into an ancient pond, and finally wavered slightly.

Xiao Mo swirled the spiritual power around his fingertips and looked at him with a smile.

"Congratulations on returning to the main road, Chu Jinglan."