Old Mo's cultivation is not high, only in the early stage of Jindan. In fact, most kitchen cultivators have low cultivation. For most kitchen cultivators, the early stage of Jindan is already a rare strong man.
But the strange thing is that the flow of spiritual power in his body is very steady, and it is obvious that the spiritual power is extremely pure. Even for a sword cultivator who has reached the great perfection of Jindan, it is difficult to purify the spiritual power to this extent. He
is obviously a kitchen cultivator, and he is only in the early stage of Jindan. How can his spiritual power be purer than that of a sword cultivator who has reached the great perfection of Jindan? Gu Qingxi pondered.
Suddenly, she thought of something.
"Old Mo, is your family's affairs related to blood?" Gu Qingxi blurted out. So that strange sense of familiarity is also because of this?
"How do you know?" Old Mo was shocked and looked at Gu Qingxi in shock.
The blood of the Mo family is also the biggest secret of the Mo family, and at the same time the biggest flaw.
The tragic fate of generations of Mo family descendants comes from this.
In order to change the fate of his descendants, he didn't know how many ways he had thought of and how many famous doctors he had visited. But not only was there no one who could help the Mo family change their fate, but even few people could see the abnormality of their bloodline.
The young girl in front of her, without asking questions or taking the pulse, actually saw through the mystery at a glance!
"Sister Qingxi of course knows, Grandpa Mo doesn't know how strong Sister Qingxi is, right? Let me tell you, she is not only a sword cultivator, but also..." Seeing that Old Mo was so surprised, Di Feixue became proud. In fact,
she had no idea what Gu Qingxi was talking about, which was related to bloodline, and why Old Mo was so surprised, but it didn't matter.
The important thing was that this was Gu Qingxi, her sister Qingxi, and she could just worship and praise her without thinking.
In short, this feeling of making Sister Qingxi famous in front of outsiders made Miss Di feel very happy and proud.
"Miss Gu, come with me, come with me." Unfortunately, she had just opened her mouth, and before the brainless praise began, Old Mo had already grabbed Gu Qingxi's arm and ran quickly towards a wing room.
Although they could see that Old Mo's cultivation was not high, Long Qianli and Lu Kong did not dare to be careless and hurriedly followed behind him.
"Hey, I haven't finished yet, Grandpa Mo, listen to me." Only Di Feixue was left behind, stomping her feet in dissatisfaction...
When he arrived at the door of the wing room, Old Mo stopped, took a deep breath, and then pushed the door open.
A boy of fourteen or fifteen years old was half lying in front of the bed. He looked a bit like Old Mo, but his eye sockets were sunken and his face was haggard. His eyes were also empty and lifeless. He looked even more depressed than Old Mo.
"Grandpa, don't persuade me. I won't agree." Hearing the footsteps, the boy did not turn around, but said in a hoarse voice.
His eyes were still empty, like a walking corpse.
"Jun Yan, Grandpa is not here to persuade you today. This Miss Gu is Miss Feixue's friend. She may be able to help you." Old Mo saw a moment of sadness and said in a voice as gentle as possible.
"Oh." Mo Junyan responded, but still did not turn his head.
"I know there is something wrong with your bloodline, so your spiritual roots are damaged, right?" Gu Qingxi said.
Seeing Mo Junyan's boring look, she couldn't help but feel sad.
Involuntarily, she thought of a person, a friend from a long time ago.
If I guessed correctly, the old Mo and Mo Junyan in front of him were his descendants, right?
But his luck was much better than his descendants. Although his bloodline was different from that of ordinary people, he relied on three parts of chance and seven parts of hard work to finally make up for the shortcomings of his bloodline and become a famous strong man.
But unfortunately, he wasted too much time in the first half of his life and missed the best time to practice, and his achievements were limited in the end.
In that decisive battle with the demons, he was also one of the first human strongmen to fall.
The tragic and tragic scene seemed to appear in front of him again, a little hazy, but his frank and heroic smile was so clear. Even after two reincarnations, it is still unforgettable.
It can be said that Gu Qingxi regretted not being able to help him because they met too late. This time, she met his descendants by chance, and she would never let the regret happen again.
"How did you know?" Mo Junyan was finally moved, and turned his head to look at Gu Qingxi in surprise.
"I am a medical practitioner." Gu Qingxi said.
"Medical practitioner... Medical practitioner..." Mo Junyan murmured to himself, and his originally surprised expression gradually turned bitter.
"I understand, it was grandpa who told you, right? You, actually came to persuade me, right? I appreciate your kindness, but I really can't accept it, I really can't accept it." After a moment of silence, Mo Junyan continued.
His voice returned to its previous low and hoarse voice, and his eyes, which had just had a glimmer of light, dimmed again.
Gu Qingxi immediately understood that in order to solve the problem of the Mo family's bloodline, Mo Lao must have consulted many famous doctors, but in the end they all returned in vain.
Therefore, his identity as a medical practitioner would not only not let Mo Junyan see hope, but would only make him doubt his grandfather's intentions.
There is no way. The medical profession is actually also about looks, but it just depends on who has more and deeper wrinkles on his face.
Probably in Mo Junyan's view, even those famous doctors with white hair and beards are helpless with the Mo family bloodline, so of course she, a young medical practitioner, is even more helpless.
Grandfather asked her to come here, just to help him eliminate his vigilance and give up as soon as possible.
"Junyan, why are you like this?" Di Feixue also entered the room and was shocked to see Mo Junyan's appearance.
The last time she saw Mo Junyan was half a year ago. She remembered that he was still full of energy at that time. How could he become like this now.
"Junyan, he, ah..." Old Mo sighed when the words came to his lips. He was probably afraid that saying too much would make his grandson sad.
"Let me tell you myself." Mo Junyan was much stronger than Old Mo had imagined. He took a deep breath and said, "My bloodline is different from that of ordinary people. If I don't practice, it's fine. But if I practice, my meridians and spiritual roots will become more and more fragile.
Half a year ago, I practiced to the perfection of foundation building. Just when I was about to break through, my meridians broke one after another and my spiritual roots were also severely damaged."
"How could this happen? Can it be cured?" Di Feixue's face changed drastically after hearing this, and she immediately asked with concern.
"It can't be cured. My father died early because of this, and so did my great-grandfather. This is a defect in our Mo family's bloodline. Unless we don't practice, we will eventually be doomed." Mo Junyan shook his head, his expression was very calm and calm.
In a vague way, Gu Qingxi seemed to see that old friend again.
No, it can be cured.
As long as she is here today, it can be cured!
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