Chapter 163 The Spirit of the Earth

"Yes, the spirit of the earth." Mu Ming nodded, "The spirit of the earth belongs to one of the four ancient sacred things, but it has completely different characteristics from the spirit of the moon. If the spirit of the moon is the softest thing of heaven and earth, then the spirit of the earth is the most powerful thing between heaven and earth. The power of the spirit of the earth can help a person greatly temper the system and finally achieve The most rigid state of heaven and earth!"

"The most strong thing!" Jia Chen's eyes were confused and muttered, "But why didn't I feel that the spirit of the moon has greatly improved me, except for Xi'er's extensive knowledge." Jia Chen asked doubtfully.

Mu Ming glanced at Jia Chen and said, "You have never got a truly complete spiritual heart of the moon. If you are not strong enough to stimulate its strength, you can't make extensive use of the spiritual heart of the moon. Now, there is no chance. The spiritual heart of the moon has left you and fallen into the hands of the Taoist sect."

Mu Ming paused and continued, "In a short period of time, you can't snatch the spirit of the moon from the sacrificial sect, so focus on the sacred objects that are still missing. The spirit of the earth is your top priority at present."

"The whereabouts are unknown? Even sir, don't you know the whereabouts of the spirit of the earth?" Jia Chen asked in a tentative tone.

"I don't know at all." Mu Ming shook his head, then looked at Jia Chen and said, "There will be fewer and fewer people I can help you in the future. You have to strengthen yourself as soon as possible."

"Strong!" Jiachen clenched his fists, and now there is another responsibility on Jiachen's shoulder, which is to find Xi'er and the spirit of the moon! And... Thinking of this, there was suddenly an indescribable bitterness on Jia Chen's face.

"Sir, I'm like this now. Will it always be like this in the future...?" Jia Chen asked with a bitter expression.

Look carefully at Jia Chen and lose the cover of the spirit of the moon. The characteristics of Jia Chen's demon blood are exposed. No matter how Jia Chen restrains, the faint black gas can't be fully restrained. There are always a few rays of black gas silently emerging from around Jia Chen, and the black gas seems to have an evil atmosphere. Once it is approached, There will be a feeling of cold, as if it came from hell.

The most important thing is that Jia Chen's eyes are always scarlet. Jia Chen himself may not see it, but Mu Ming can see that every time the two stop and rest, they always carry uninhabited mountains before they dare to settle down.

"Let's talk about this later." Mu Ming looked at Jia Chen and said lightly.

"Why don't you tell me about your experience in the past few years?" A moment later, there was a rare trace of interest on Mu Ming's face and said to Jia Chen.

Once the chat box is opened, it is endless. During this period, Mu Ming is mainly listening, and Jia Chen is excited to talk about his experiences in the past few years. From the beginning, he stepped into Cang Yuecheng and then to Wuji Prefecture, and then from Wuji University to Wuji Sect. Until now, Jia Chen has said more words these days than in his life, even Jia Chen, who has always been silent, will be surprised that he can speak so well.

Jiachen still doesn't understand the hidden emotion in his heart. No matter how silent a person is, when he meets the right person at the right time and in the right place, the words that burst out are more wonderful than anyone else.

Well, at least Jiachen will not be bored on the way, or at least Jiachen, who will not be bored, will not think of Xi'er. At least Jia Chen, who temporarily forgot Xi'er, will not be sad or angry, at least...

I don't know when Jia Chen was tired of talking. I don't know when Jia Chen had talked about the night when he lost Xi'er. Yun Jixue's ethereal posture always made Jia Chen linger like a haze. The feeling of hatred but full of anger made Jia Chen very regretful.

Talking that night, Jia Chen's voice stopped abruptly. He just stared at Mu Ming, but at this moment, Mu Ming did not seem to notice Jia Chen's gaze. His old face was still expressionless, as if Jia Chen's matter had nothing to do with him.

After a while, Jia Chen turned his head and stopped talking, as if Jia Chen had returned to the age of 17 years old. Jia Chen, who went in and out of Cang Yuecheng, was unmarry. At that time, he was a really silent and closed boy. Just like now, his eyes seemed to have no light, and this old and young man returned to the beginning. That look, the same silence, the same expressionless face.

On the way, there was no stop except for a short rest. The journey was boring, but none of Jia Chen and Mu Ming felt bored, as if the time went back three years ago. In the bamboo forest, Jia Chen practiced swords all day long, while Mu Ming sat in a wooden house all day long. They may not be able to say a few words a day, but they did not Even if it's an inappropriate feeling.

For 35 days, it took the two 35 days to return to Cangyuezhou from Wujishu. When Jiachen looked at the familiar but strange Cangyuezhou under his feet, he suddenly sighed and sighed with emotion.

As Jia Chen's mood became more and more excited, the speed of the two accelerated a lot, because Jia Chen was about to go home. After three years of separation, Jia Chen was about to come back.

In the deep mountains, when Jiachen finally saw the familiar mountain bamboo forest, the faintly visible open space in the middle of the bamboo forest, and the quiet cabin, Jia Chen's dark and bright eyes were full of stars.

"Home", how special and how simple a word is, just a word, but for people in the world, it represents too much, it bears too much, who gives it the meaning of home? Who gave it the meaning of belonging? Whenever I am physically and mentally exhausted and alone, and whenever I fall into the trough of life, is there a place that touches a heartstring? That place is called home, where children cry and want to go back to.

The scene once appeared in front of Jiachen crazily at this moment. From the small hand that could not hold the hilt of the sword, from a child with a young face to now, Jiachen has been physically and mentally exhausted. Although it is not full of vicissitudes, Jiachen has grown too much.

At this moment, Mu Ming's eyes were a calm and calm old eyes, and he was also moved.

"Cangyuezhou, I'm back!" Jiachen couldn't wait to stop directly above the bamboo forest. With a bang, Jiachen landed steadily, put away the wheel of the blood moon and looked at the thickened pillars. The place where Jiachen once practiced swords was already overgrown with weeds, and fresh bamboo was slowly growing, and the quiet cabin behind the bamboo forest, this It's like calling for Jia Chen.

I can't tell what kind of mood it is at this moment. With a squeak, the wooden door was pushed open. Inside the wooden house, it was full of dust. Everything in the wooden house was fine, but the whole wooden house was covered with a thick layer of dust.

"Sir, have you not been here all these years?" Jia Chen turned his head, looked at Mu Ming standing behind him and asked.

Mu Ming nodded and walked into the wooden house with Jia Chen's footsteps. There was a starlight in his dim yellow and turbid eyes. Mu Ming seemed to have thousands of emotions looking at all kinds of things that were sealed by time. He said in an old and hoarse voice, "I'm going home."

I don't know when the moon stars are sparse, and the bright moon is hanging high. The faint quiet atmosphere surrounds the whole bamboo forest, and the moon shines like silver light falling on the ground, but the bright moon is infinitely tender in the night.

The wooden house, which has been silent for many years, finally lit up a dim yellow light again today. The wooden house has taken on a new look. A long black low square table has been polished brightly, and on both sides of the square table are placed with a thick and soft round futon cushion. The black futon seems to have been around for some time. Many threads came out of the edge.

At this moment, Jia Chen and Mu Ming made cross-legged on the futon. There was a cup of fragrant tea in front of them, and the faint white air rose. Occasionally there was the sound of insects, but it was divided into a quieter silence.

Mu Ming picked up the simple ceramic teacup, took a sip of tea, looked at Jia Chen and said, "In the past few years, you have grown a lot."

Jiachen has a bitter smile and grows up, which has always been possessed by bitter company.

With a soft sound, Mu Ming put the teacup back in place, and then said, "As for the problem of the bloodline of the demon, I don't know very well. After all, the bloodline of the demon is too little, and it is a senior who has never cultivated the bloodline of the demon to a great success. What you are going now is a road that no one has ever walked. The mystery needs to be explored by yourself. All I know is that the spirit of the moon can be suppressed. In addition, there should be other ways, but no one has ever figured it out. It's up to you.

"These days, you are here to calm down and study hard. Now, I guess the Wuji Sect has begun to take action. They will never let you go, and other sects should also know your news. You must be careful."

"Ye, I know." Speaking of this, there is another bitterness in Jiachen's heart. The sect he once believed in now wants to hunt down and kill him all over the world, which is not a big joke for Jia Chen.

I have to say that from the assassination of the mystery to now, Jiachen has never had time to deliberately practice. However, the complex and ups and downs of this period, the battle has lasted for more than 30 days, but invisibly improved Jia Chen's cultivation slightly, from the original 81,000 Gen Shensi, unconsciously, has turned out to be 90,000 divine silk. Jiachen in the divine silk realm is already unexpectedly powerful. These 90,000 divine silks are already comparable to the peak level of ordinary real people.

And the improvement of strength is also the only comfort for Jia Chen,

The cool night wind blew over Jia Chen's face. At this moment, Jia Chen, who was lying on the roof, looked at the starry moon in a daze, but his brain was so chaotic that Jia Chen was too lazy to think about it. He pointed to lie on the roof of the wooden house and quietly dazed for a while.

"Xi'er, come and chat with me." As usual, Jia Chen, who likes to be in a daze in the night sky, can't forget to ask Xi'er to chat with him every time. Today, it is also no exception. Looking at the stars of the moon, Jia Chen said without thinking about it.

However, what responded to Jia Chen was an empty silence. He had not answered for a long time. Jia Chen, who was lying on the roof, was suddenly stunned and said nothing. At this time, he found that Xi'er had left, and Xi'er was really no longer by his side.

casually took out the Tongtianbao gourd and unscrewed the plug. Jiachen began to pour wine. What was in the Tianbao gourd was put in when Jiachen was at Hongye Peak. Xu Jiujiachen never thought of the wine in the Tianbao gourd. However, tonight, Jiachen suddenly remembered the wine. He drank alone under the moon shadow. Get up.

Unconsciously, the wine has wet Jia Chen's skirt and let the wine overflowing from the corners of his mouth flow down his neck. At this moment, Jia Chen's eyes have been blurred. It is rare to be so quiet and relaxed that he simply indulges himself.

"Xi'er, I will definitely get you back!" His arms held the gourd that was still dripping wine, and the other hand lay it casually on one side. At this moment, Jia Chen lay on the roof in a "big" shape, his eyes were blurred, and his whole body was drunk. This was the last sentence Jia Chen said before he fell drunk.