Longevity starts with learning

The moon was bright and beautiful, and the faint silver light under the night sky illuminated the lonely and quiet valley. A clear spring water flowed slowly on the rocks.

The spring water flowed down the mountain, and a small river about ten feet wide flowed out of the valley, slowly flowing out of the valley.

In the valley, several quaint and exquisite pavilions stood, and graceful girls in gauze dresses danced under the moonlight, showing their beautiful and graceful figures.

Chu Mu leaned against the window, seeming to be a little drunk. Behind him, several beautiful girls served him, taking care of him.

After a glass of spiritual wine was taken into his stomach, the glass was slightly empty, and another girl immediately came forward with a wine pot and filled a glass of spiritual wine.

His posture and expression were all respectful and impeccable.

In a valley, Chu Mu was alone, but he had hundreds of attendants. Without exception, they were all cultivators with good spiritual roots. Even the lowest level cultivators had perfected their Qi training and there were many who had established their foundation.

And here, these female cultivators all existed for him alone.

They were meticulous and responsive to all requests.

Even the elixirs for cultivation were supplied in unlimited quantities. The cultivation environment and the rich spiritual energy were even more incomparable to the East Lake Secret Realm back then.

An ordinary valley was directly located on the first or third level spiritual veins.

People's desires, money, beauty, power.

And the desires of cultivators did not care about these. Of course, the most important desire of cultivators was to cultivate the way of immortality.

And these hundred attendants were just one of the desires of cultivators, and they could even be said to be the most insignificant one.

After all, in this world where great power is concentrated in oneself, this desire can be satisfied in countless ways that ordinary people cannot imagine for cultivators.

The most important purpose of the existence of these hundred attendants is obviously not to satisfy the insignificant desires of the cultivators, but to leave... offspring.

However, Chu Mu naturally did not have this idea. Of course, even if he had it, it was obviously impossible to accomplish.

As for other desires, even if this Pure Soul Mountain could satisfy him more, it was obviously not very meaningful.

After all, all of this, for him, and for all the trialists from the current world of immortal cultivation, is just a false dream of a thousand years.

However, if this dream cannot be awakened, it can make people sink forever...

Chu Mu took a deep breath, and his eyes could not help but be a little confused.

It has been more than half a year since he came out of the Pure Soul Pavilion and chose this valley to stay temporarily.

In the past six months, in this Pure Soul Mountain, they have also had many gatherings of foreign trialists.

But without exception, no useful information has been revealed in the gatherings until now.

No one has found the so-called mental pollution.

The only useful information was perhaps to confirm that most of these outsiders, as far as cultivators were concerned, came from the Great Heng Cultivation World, and were organized by the Great Heng Royal Family.

As for other cultivators and monsters, they were either lucky like him, or they were unique like the Xie family back then.

It was obviously not easy to pry into the details, and it was even more unlikely that anyone would reveal too much.

A few words, that's all.

And he himself had not gained much in the past six months, wasting time here, day after day.

After a cup of spiritual wine went into his stomach, Chu Mu stopped the girl who came to pour the wine this time. He put down the wine glass, patted Wangcai who was lying on his side, and walked out of the room.

The valley covers an area of ​​about 100 acres. The so-called spring water is not even water in the true sense, but a spiritual spring formed by the excessive concentration of spiritual energy.

The spiritual spring gushed out, and finally turned into a river, running through the entire valley, flowing.

In such a rich spiritual environment, even if no one deliberately took care of it, the exotic flowers and countless spiritual plants would naturally grow vigorously.

If he were in the outside world, he would have been greedy when he came to such a treasure land, and he would have plundered everything he passed by.

But now, he felt that he regarded participation as dirt, and it was difficult for him to have any psychological fluctuations.

He walked aimlessly in the valley, the sun rose and set, and it returned to normal in this Pure Soul Mountain, but he still couldn't feel the real feeling of the sun.

This sun was not much different from the sun in the desert sea.

Standing on the top of the mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, and the mountain breeze was cool.

Climbing high, but not looking far away.

Chu Mu closed his eyes slightly, sat cross-legged, and under the "spiritual light blessing", his mind was calm and went straight into the deepest part of his heart.

His first half of life was dull and wasted.

All the ordinary things in the world are the same.

After half a lifetime of mediocrity, what he seeks is nothing but some ordinary things.

In the second half of his life, or rather, since he came to this world, with this touch of spiritual light lighting up the spiritual platform, his life suddenly reversed to a direction that he dared not even think of in the past.

Nanshan Town, Yuhuang Valley...

Shuitianyifang, the secret realm of Donghu...

Mortals and immortals...

Immortal cultivation...

Time flies. If compared with the previous life, perhaps he can also witness the rise and fall of a dynasty and the reincarnation of history.

And for him, these long years seem to have been free of distractions. Everything has only one purpose.

That is how to walk more steadily and further in this immortal cultivation.

Any external factors that affect this point were abandoned and left behind bit by bit by him.

Strictly speaking, he is now two different people from his previous life. No matter his mind or personality, they have already undergone earth-shaking changes.

And this change is also due to the practice of immortality.

This is also the so-called... if there is gain, there must be loss.

And for him, those losses don't seem to be a big deal.

Even if he looks back now, he won't have too many emotional fluctuations.

Even if his state of mind is not perfect, there is definitely no obvious flaw.

If there is no flaw, then where will that filth start to pollute his mind?

Chu Mu's thoughts surged like a tide, but this time, just like every time before, he had no clue.

"Spiritual Blessing" slowly dissipated, Chu Mu pondered for a while, and his eyes finally fixed on Wangcai beside him.

His scorpion egg has matured, but Wangcai, because of the lack of a name on the stone tablet and his incomplete intelligence, the so-called scorpion egg is now just a primitive form of a blood line.

But there is no doubt that even if it is just a primitive form, the essence of the two is obviously no different.

The difference is only the amount of pollution of the mind.

"Poor... flaws, where can I find them?"

Chu Mu shook his head and sighed, and he couldn't help feeling a little powerless.

But at this moment, he seemed to have noticed something, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the next moment, "spiritual brilliance reappeared", and he sat cross-legged again.

At the same time, a trace of spiritual consciousness also explored the depths of Wangcai's soul and connected with the spiritual intelligence that was not yet fully developed.

In just a few breaths, Chu Mu, who was sitting cross-legged, seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and no emotional fluctuations belonging to the spiritual intelligence disappeared.

Wangcai, who was watching idly by the side, fell into a strange sleep just like Chu Mu due to the connection of the soul...

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