"So that's how it is." Di Feixue felt sad when she heard this.
She and Mo Junyan have known each other for several years. Of course, she knew how hard he practiced, but she didn't expect that his all-out practice would end up with such a result.
But she soon thought of something and asked curiously, "That's not right. Didn't Grandpa Mo also advance to the Golden Core? How come he's fine?" "
Because I took a Fa Ling Fruit in my early years, I escaped. But even so, I didn't dare to continue practicing. Otherwise, after so many years, it would be impossible for me to stay in the early stage of the Golden Core." Old Mo explained.
Di Feixue suddenly realized that the Fa Ling Fruit can greatly strengthen the meridians and consolidate the spiritual roots. It is one of the top treasures in the world of cultivation, and it even exceeds the scope of grade.
"What should Junyan do?" After understanding it, Di Feixue was of course even more worried.
Old Mo had taken the Fa Ling Fruit, but he could only suppress his cultivation to the early stage of the Golden Core. Mo Junyan had never taken the Fa Ling Fruit, so wouldn't he have only one way to go?
"The only way to save my life is to abandon my cultivation and destroy my meridians and spiritual roots. But I would rather die than do that." Mo Junyan said.
If it was just to abandon my cultivation, it would be fine. At worst, I could start over. But destroying my meridians and spiritual roots is different. It means the complete end of cultivation.
For any cultivator who has completed the foundation and is about to be promoted to the golden elixir, this is absolutely unacceptable and more cruel than death.
"What does it matter if I destroy my meridians and spiritual roots? If grandpa can find one soul-killing fruit, he can find a second one. As long as you live well, there will always be hope." As a fellow cultivator, Old Mo can of course understand the sadness in his grandson's heart, but he still can't help but persuade him. "
Grandpa, I know you are doing this for my own good, but can I really find a second soul-killing fruit in this world? Even if I really find a soul-killing fruit, can it help me heal my spiritual roots?" Mo Junyan said with a wry smile.
Old Mo was speechless.
The Fa Ling Fruit was so precious that he didn't know how many lifetimes he had burned to get this blessing. How could he find a second one?
Moreover, the Fa Ling Fruit could only consolidate the spiritual roots, but not reshape them. Even if he found it, it would be difficult to help Mo Junyan heal his spiritual roots, let alone let him continue to practice.
"If you don't want to practice, then don't practice. What's the big deal? There are so many people in this world who can't practice. People with hands and feet can survive.
And do you really have the heart to leave Grandpa Mo alone and let him die?" Di Feixue suddenly said disapprovingly.
Mo Junyan was shocked when he heard this, as if he had been hit on the head, and as if he had been hit hard by a heavy hammer.
Yes, there are so many ordinary people in this world, and they all live well. Do I really want to make Grandpa alone and miserable for my own obsession, without even someone to see him off.
Mo Junyan had a vague realization that he had never had before, and there was a bit of guilt in his eyes.
Gu Qingxi and others looked at Di Feixue in surprise: this wake-up call came at the right time, I didn't realize that this girl is quite good at comforting people.
"Besides, even if you can't survive, don't you still have Grandpa Mo? With his good cooking skills, are you afraid that he can't support you?" Mo Junyan was trying hard to catch that glimmer of enlightenment, and heard Di Feixue continue to say. Reading a book
So, that glimmer of enlightenment, like a spark that had just been ignited, was ruthlessly poured over by a bucket of cold water.
Gu Qingxi and others were stunned: the previous sentence was still advising people to be self-reliant, why did the next sentence pour cold water. Did your wake-up call hit the wrong way?
"Also, even if Grandpa Mo can't support you, I can still help. It's just to support someone, I can afford it.
Anyway, there are so many people in our Di family who eat for free, one more and one less won't make a difference." Di Feixue rarely had the opportunity to help others untie their knots, and in front of Sister Qingxi, she was in an unprecedented high spirit, taking on a lot of responsibilities with great enthusiasm.
Eat for free... What does eat for free mean? Mo Junyan stared at Di Feixue blankly, and suddenly felt that he was wrong. It would have been better to hang himself on the beam a few days ago while he could still move.
Gu Qingxi was sure that Di Feixue's wake-up call must have been crooked, and it was getting crooked.
"In short, you must live well and don't let Grandpa Mo down. In a few years, when you are older, I will introduce you to a marriage. By the way,
I have a cousin who is also a waste. No matter how she practices, it's a waste of effort. Anyway, she can't get married, so she will marry you when the time comes..." Di Feixue finally hit the last stick, and habitually helped to matchmake.
Perhaps in her opinion, matchmaking is the best way to express goodwill and sincerity.
But this time, she chose the wrong matchmaker.
It's fine if she's just a waste, but why did you give her to me if she can't get married... Mo Junyan finally rolled his eyes and fainted.
"Junyan!" Old Mo was shocked and rushed to the bed.
"It's okay, Old Mo, don't worry." Gu Qingxi took out a pill and gave it to Mo Junyan.
The pill dissolved quickly. Although Mo Junyan didn't wake up, his breathing was much more stable than usual, and his haggard face also regained some color. Old Mo breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sister Qingxi, did I say something wrong?" Di Feixue also vaguely realized that her stick had hit the wrong way, and said embarrassedly with her neck shrunk.
"Feixue, I know you are kind, but you really shouldn't provoke him like this." Gu Qingxi said earnestly.
It's not just that the stick hit the wrong way, you are clearly stabbing someone in the heart with a knife.
The corners of Liaokong and Feng Xiatian's mouths twitched: Sure enough, this Di Feixue put all his heart and soul into Gu Qingxi, and was still as clueless towards other people.
"Master Gu, since you can see that there is something wrong with my Mo family's bloodline, may I ask if Junyan's injury can be cured, and whether he can keep his cultivation?" Old Mo calmed down and asked Gu Qingxi expectantly.
Although Gu Qingxi was much younger than the medical practitioner he had asked for help before, she could see at a glance that there was something wrong with the Mo family's bloodline, and she only used one pill to make Mo Junyan's injury better. Old Mo did not dare to look down on her at all, and his address became respectful.
However, he did not dare to expect too much, and only hoped that his grandson could keep his cultivation.
"I can not only keep his cultivation, but if nothing unexpected happens, he will be able to practice like a normal cultivator in the future, and his descendants will no longer have to worry about bloodline issues." Gu Qingxi said conceitedly.
Although she was unable to help the ancestor of the Mo family in her previous life, she still put a lot of effort into his bloodline, so she had already thought of a way to solve the problem once and for all.
"What! How is this possible?" Old Mo couldn't help but shout.
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