Chapter 72 Chapter 72 Every time you act like a spoiled child, you seem a little unintelligent...
The first ray of sunlight in the morning filtered through the bed curtains. Mu Jiulin opened his eyes and gently fiddled with the hair of the person next to him, wrapping the inky black hair around his fingers one by one, as if he was playing some interesting game and never got tired of it.
As he played, the corners of his mouth curled up.
This time was different from the previous times. Ye Nanque brought all the memories with him, both the good and the bad ones remained in his mind, but Ye Nanque did not go anywhere. She just lay beside him, sleeping leisurely.
The anxiety in his heart subsided a lot. Mu Jiulin put the hair in his hand to his nose and sniffed it, feeling a peace he had never felt before.
Ye Nanque's eyelids moved and he frowned, as if struggling between wakefulness and sleep, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
Mu Jiulin saw Ye Nanque frowning, and his heart trembled. He was afraid that he had done something wrong to upset Ye Nanque, so he quickly asked, "Brother, what's wrong?"
Ye Nanque: "Uh... nothing, my arm is a little numb."
Mu Jiulin immediately rubbed it with his hands, gently and then heavily. Over the years, Mu Jiulin's skills have become more and more perfect, and Ye Nanque is very happy with it.
Just as he was enjoying it, the system suddenly spoke: [I forgot to tell you, friendly reminder, you've lit up a new character tag: Hardcore.]
Ye Nanque: […Is this a proper label?]
System: [A serious label is given to a serious host. This label is not serious, so I gave it to you.]
Hiss...Brother Tong has become more and more sharp recently.
After setting out from the inn, Ye Nanque and Mu Jiulin traveled for another day before arriving at the foot of Yunting Mountain, where the Holy Medical Sect was located. When they looked up, they saw several golden words hanging in the air.
“Mountains of gold and silver are not as good as green mountains and clear waters.”
With the vast bare mountains in the background, Ye Nanque touched his chin, wondering if he had come to the wrong place.
Ye Nanque was baffled. He pulled out a map and compared it. Sure enough, it was right here. The Holy Medical Sect was renowned for its miraculous elixirs, so how could it be located on such a bald mountain? From the foot of the mountain, there were only a few patches of green. The original novel only mentioned Yunting Mountain's ethereal aura, not its malnutrition.
Mu Jiulin explained, "I've heard that many of the Saint Medical Sect's predecessors devoted themselves to refining medicine, regardless of the cost. However, refining medicine often requires thousands of experiments and consumes a large amount of herbs. High-quality spiritual plants often take years to grow. A few years ago, under pressure, the Saint Medical Sect's elders had to issue a ban strictly prohibiting private picking and cutting. This is why this ban was put in place. I heard that in recent years, it has had some effect."
Ye Nanque looked at the golden propaganda slogans again and thought to himself that they had been plucked out.
He found a piece of cloth to cover half of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. He covered himself tightly, but still felt uneasy, so he hid behind Mu Jiulin: "You are in front, and I will follow behind you."
Mu Jiulin is tall and has broad shoulders, which can shield him tightly and help him avoid other people's eyes to some extent.
Mu Jiulin is now a big celebrity in the world of cultivation. This face is really useful. Not only do the gatekeeper disciples rush to lead the way for him, but he also meets many young disciples who express their admiration for him along the way.
A young disciple blushed and said, "Senior Mu was so brave in the Battle of Hengshui, single-handedly subduing that villain. I admire you! When I grow up, I want to be a great hero like you!"
Mu Jiulin's face turned pale.
Another young disciple said, "Master always teaches us that cultivating the Dao is cultivating the mind. Senior Mu, though half-demon, upholds justice. And Jiang Caiyu, from the Yu Jian Sect, has a demonic heart. Master has written this case into his teaching method and often talks about it in class. We all listen and respect Senior Mu very much."
Mu Jiulin glanced back, and even the red color of his lips gradually faded.
"And more, and more..."
These words pierced Mu Jiulin's ears like needles, making him even more irritated. He could no longer bear it: "No more."
Bu Yi said this, then realized that his tone might have frightened the younger disciples. He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and said with a slightly more relaxed expression, "I have something else to ask your Medicine Immortal Elder. Please make way."
Ye Nanque was listening to them talking behind Mu Jiulin and thinking, even though he had tried to cover up a little, no one had recognized him until now. This was too...it made him look unknown.
Just now, those young disciples were calling him "scum" and "Jiang Caiyu" on the left and right. He was right in front of them, but no one recognized him.
While feeling thankful, Ye Nanque felt a slight melancholy in his heart.
Mu Jiulin's halo as the protagonist makes this piece of beautiful jade pale in comparison even when standing next to him. Tsk.
Mu Jiulin was already nervous. When he turned around and saw Ye Nanque's eyes dimmed, and he was looking at his toes with a dazed look, his heart was instantly confused.
"Brother...they..."
Ye Nanque was brought back to her senses by him: "Ah? Oh. Them? Oh right. Are you done talking?"
Mu Jiulin observed his expression: "I... I didn't talk about anything, they were the ones doing all the talking. I don't like, I don't like to mention what happened that day."
What happened that day? Which day? That day in Hengshui? Don't like it? Why? Such a great achievement made Mu Jiulin famous in the immortal sect. What is there to be embarrassed about? Mu Jiulin is still too humble and low-key.
Ye Nanque patted his shoulder and said, "What's the big deal? This is your own achievement. There's no need to be too modest."
Mu Jiulin still whispered: "I just don't like it."
What is he doing so shyly? Is it reasonable for the protagonist to not like the protagonist's halo?
Ye Nanque coaxed him casually, "Okay, if you don't like it, then you don't like it. It's just a small matter, why bother with it?"
The disciple who led the way brought the two of them to Yan Xichuang after reporting. Yan Xichuang exchanged a few pleasantries with Mu Jiulin, and then heard the masked man beside Mu Jiulin say, "Senior, we came here this time to ask for a favor."
This voice is so familiar, like...
Yan Xichuang's heart skipped a beat when he saw the masked man take off the cloth covering his face, revealing Ye Nanque's face.
Ye Nanque?? Ye Nanque!!
Yan Xichuang had lived a hundred years after all and had seen the world. After her surprise subsided, she looked back and forth between the two of them with a calm expression. She didn't notice what was happening to Ye Nanque. Mu Jiulin always kept a half-step distance in front of Ye Nanque, as if protecting him and ready to take him away at any time. "I know that Senior has always treated me like his own son or nephew, and he is also the person I trust the most. If word of Senior Brother's appearance today were to get out, I'm afraid it would cause another uproar. Senior Brother and I just want to live a quiet life in anonymity. I ask Senior to keep this a secret."
Yan Xi Chuang paused for a moment, then understood. "I'm glad you trust me," he said. "I think you've encountered many opportunities. Little Nan Que just said she had something to ask you. What is it?"
Ye Nanque briefly talked about Mu Jiulin's poisoning. Since the matter involved Jiang Caiyu, it was not glorious to talk about it. Details such as why and how he was poisoned could only be reluctantly kept secret.
Fortunately, Yan Xichuang didn't ask any further questions. He pulled Mu Jiulin to look at the mark on his chest and thought for a moment, "I also studied 'bad taste' for a while before, but due to lack of raw materials, this research had to be put on hold for the time being."
Ye Nanque asked, "What kind of raw material is missing?"
Yan Xi Chuang said, "I'm missing a magical herb called 'Cihu Xiao'."
Ye Nanque: "Cihuxiao often grows in deep water and blooms in dark places. It is very rare, but not impossible to find."
Yan Xi Chuang said, "Even if you spent a fortune to find a few Cihu Xiao plants, research isn't about making medicine. Just a few plants aren't enough for research. We have a dedicated Cihu Xiao artificial cultivation base on Yunting Mountain. Once this Cihu Xiao plant is fully grown, I can apply to the Sect Leader. With the Sect Leader's approval, the raw material issue won't be a problem."
Ye Nanque: "I wonder how long I need to wait?"
"This patch of Cihuxiao was planted only ten years ago, and it will take another six years for it to mature. The approval process will take about half a year. Of course, if the situation is urgent, I can act first and report later. However, my research will probably take another year and a half, and I should be able to develop an antidote in about seven or eight years."
Seven or eight years... In seven or eight years, Mu Jiulin's body will probably be half rotten! Where's the protagonist's halo? At this time, can you give Mu Jiulin a golden finger and make him drop a bottle of antidote from somewhere? Even half a bottle will do!
Ye Nanque's face was stiff, and he frowned as he looked at Mu Jiulin with a hint of worry. Mu Jiulin lightly tapped his wrist and whispered, "Brother, don't worry."
Ye Nanque said "hmm".
Yan Xi Chuang looked at the two of them and suddenly laughed out loud: "When did you become like this... Never mind, just pretend I didn't ask. Although I said we have to wait for the antidote, I didn't say there is no way to suppress it during this period. Rot grass is a poisonous grass of the demon clan. It is extremely toxic to cultivators, but harmless to the demon clan. Ye Nanque, if I remember correctly, you and Chosong's souls have merged, and now you are half human, half demon. If you inject an appropriate amount of demonic energy into Jiulin's body, you can suppress the spread of the rot grass poison. But there is one thing you must remember. Before the detoxification, Jiulin must not use his spiritual energy again. Once the spiritual energy is circulated, the poison will only spread faster."
As they were talking, someone suddenly knocked on the door. Ye Nanque and Mu Jiulin hid behind the screen. A female disciple came in. Ye Nanque glanced at her through the gap in the screen and felt that she looked familiar. After looking at her for a few more times, he remembered that this was Zixiao, whom he had met once during the reign of Emperor Xuanzong.
Zi Xiao said, "Uncle Yan, the treatment of the wounded in the Painting Immortal Sect has been completed. I have brought back nine fellow disciples including Li Qing. Junior Brothers Chao Hua and He Yuan will stay in the Painting Immortal Sect to finish the job."
Yan Xi Chuang nodded: "Zi Xiao, I have always been confident in you leading the team."
Zixiao continued, "The mourning stone has been transported to the Huaxian Sect. True Man Luo Heng is preparing to place it in a secret realm to try to seal it. True Man Luo Heng asked me to convey that the Sect Master, Uncle Master, and other seniors of the sect may be needed to assist."
Yan Xi Chuang said, "I have received the letter regarding this matter. Zixiao, you should go back and rest first."
Zi Xiao was about to turn around, but suddenly stopped and glanced at the screen: "Master, do you have guests?"
Yan Xi Chuang: "It is not convenient to meet with friends who have come from far away."
Zixiao understood and nodded gently: "Yes."
After she left, Ye Nanque and the other two emerged from behind the screen. Yan Xichuang cordially invited them to stay at Yunting Mountain, saying everything had already been arranged. Ye Nanque didn't know when she had made these arrangements, but she figured that if Mu Jiulin couldn't use his spiritual power and was still with him, they would have to find a safe place to stay. It would be helpful if they could find some shelter in the sacred medical sect's feng shui treasures.
When she arrived at the residence, Ye Nanque realized when Yan Xichuang had "arranged" it. It was probably because she had already arranged today's residence the moment she recognized Mu Jiulin.
Because the place she arranged was Taohua Cottage.
Mu Jiulin couldn't recognize him, but Ye Nanque could. When the system was in disorder and he was flowing through different timelines, he had been here and had a meeting with Cang Jun across time and space.
Thinking of this now, he felt very sad, and there was a little more pity in his eyes when he looked at Mu Jiulin.
Mu Jiulin sensed a subtle change in Ye Nanque's attitude, but he didn't know why until Yan Xichuang told him, "This was once your parents' former residence."
Mu Jiulin finally understood the reason for Ye Nanque's change of attitude.
At this point, Mu Jiulin pieced together the appearance of his parents from the rumors and the fragments of Nanming's memories, and knew very well what kind of people they were. He didn't know if he had ever blamed them for their choice. Even if he had, he was relieved now.
Yan Xichuang had kept the Peach Blossom Cottage well-maintained, almost identical to what Ye Nanque had seen it at the time, with clean windows and simple furnishings. Yan Xichuang told Mu Jiulin some stories of the past, but Mu Jiulin listened without reacting. Yan Xichuang assumed he was in a bad mood, so he stopped talking and found an excuse to leave.
Ye Nanque finally found an opportunity to speak, clearing his throat and saying, "I have something to tell you."
Mu Jiulin leaned over, his head almost resting on Ye Nanque's shoulder, his eyelashes drooping, looking lost: "Brother, are you trying to tell me not to dwell on the past?"
Ye Nanque: "...You can't fool me. You are not unhappy at all."
It's normal to still want to get closer to him.
Mu Jiulin raised his head with a smile on his face: "Senior Brother is becoming more and more difficult to deceive, but what do you want to tell me?"
Ye Nanque pointed to the bedside and said, "Junior Brother Mu, I held you in my arms when you were a child."
I said it! I finally said this, hahahahahahahahaha!
Mu Jiulin tilted his head. He didn't know why Ye Nanque's mouth twitched as if he was trying to hold back a smile, but since Ye Nanque was happy, he couldn't help but feel happy too: "When did it happen?"
Ye Nanque: "When my master and I came to attend your full moon banquet."
Mu Jiulin said, "It's unfair. Senior Brother attended my full moon banquet, but I never attended his. Senior Brother saw me as a baby, but I never saw him as a child."
…
……here we go again.
Ye Nanque's eyes shifted. "Given our ages, it's probably difficult for you to attend my full moon banquet. Every time you act like a spoiled child, you're not very smart. Try to be less spoiled in the future..."
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