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Chapter 2 Everything is happy in Icewind Dale

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    In Icewind Valley, the wind is biting all day long, surrounded by peaks on all sides, and there are three feet of snow on the ground. There is only one hour of sunlight every day at noon. However, the time is short and cannot melt the snow. Over time, the snow is frozen.  On the ice.

    It was noon at this time, and the sunlight above our heads was shining directly, and the crystal ice reflected the golden light, which was extremely magnificent.  Even more beautiful than this are the jade-heart lotuses with yellow stamens blooming on the ice. The white petals seem to be dyed with golden light. The lotus pods are yellow and studded with snow-white lotus seeds, which are as warm as jade.

    This is a kind of elixir that can only grow in cold places for thousands of years. The growth period is very short. It takes root every year, grows leaves every year, and blooms every year. Therefore, it matures every three years. The flowering period is between July and August.  , every two months is the busiest time for Mo Bu Le.

    Within these two months, he must collect one thousand yellow stamens and 300 kilograms of lotus seeds and hand them to Qingyang Mountain. He must also plant the same number of lotus seeds to mature and pick again in three years.

    For ordinary foundation-building monks, this should be an easy task, but for Mobule now, it is unbearable. The reason is very simple. His life is approaching, as early as more than a month ago  A few days ago, he vaguely sensed that the true energy in his body began to dissipate uncontrollably, and the speed became faster and faster. In just over a month, his cultivation level plummeted from the early stage of foundation building. Until now,  Only the cultivation level of the seventh level of Qi training.

    When the true energy is exhausted, his body will quickly age and decay, turning into a wisp of dust in Icewind Valley.

    Icewind Valley has been covered with snow for thousands of years and is extremely cold. When he was still in the early stages of foundation building, he could barely withstand a little or two. This way, he also suffered from the cold for one hundred and seventy-eight years. The wind blew  On his body, like countless thin flying knives, they would not really cut flesh and blood, but the coldness contained in the wind would penetrate into his body all the time, like a lingering pain that penetrated his bones.

    However, he had to bear this pain, because his internal organs, meridians and blood vessels were full of fire poison. The fire poison burned his spiritual roots, causing his cultivation to stay at the early stage of foundation building, and he could never go any further.  He endured the burning pain of fire poison day and night. This fire poison not only burned his internal organs, but also hurt his soul. Only the thousand-year cold air in Icewind Valley could barely suppress the fire poison, otherwise it would have been long ago.  He died of fire poison more than a hundred years ago.

    Although he was dying soon, and although the loss of cultivation made the pain caused by the cold wind here more severe, Mo Bule did not have too many emotional ups and downs, did not cry out in pain, and was not so desperate that he forgot his responsibilities.

    Qingyang Mountain provides him with a place where he can survive. In return, he provides Qingyang Mountain with a thousand mature yellow stamens and 300 kilograms of lotus seeds every year. As long as he is not dead, he will not break his promise.

    After working hard for half a day in the cold wind, I only picked more than ten yellow pistils and more than two kilograms of lotus seeds. This efficiency was more than twice as low as before.

    At noon, Mo Bu Le sat at the mouth of the valley, taking a rest while admiring the magnificent scenery of Icewind Valley under the sun.

    Anyone else would have been tired of seeing such beautiful scenery for more than a hundred years, but he looked at it greedily because, in a short time, he would never have the opportunity to appreciate such a beautiful scenery.

    Sad?

    Desperate?

    Angry?

    No, after more than a hundred years of struggling to survive, these negative emotions have long been burned away by the poison of fire. His eyes can only see the beauty of this world, and his heart is calm and calm, like this thousand-year-old cold ice land.  , crystal clear and cold.

    The only thing left is to be unwilling. He has not found a way to get rid of the fire poison, has not been able to reach the end of the long journey to immortality, and has not found the enemy who caused him to be poisoned by fire. He is really not willing to accept it.

    It is this strong unwillingness that has supported him to struggle in the pain of ice and fire until today. Now, even this strong unwillingness has been wiped out to only a little bit.

    Looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him, even the last bit of unwillingness seemed to be far away from him. His life was about to end. Instead of leaving this beautiful world with unwillingness, it is better to remember the beautiful scenery in front of him and hope that the next life might be like this.  The scenery is so beautiful.  Therefore, he wanted to die with a smile, not with hatred.

    But the chill in the wind was too deep and heavy, freezing his facial features. Even if he wanted to smile, it was extremely difficult.  He lowered his head and looked at his body. Little bits of spiritual light kept dissipating. He didn't know if it was an illusion. After he accidentally fainted a few days ago, the speed of the dissipation of these spiritual lights seemed to have slowed down a lot.  The burning sensation also seems to have subsided a bit.

    ?Perhaps, it¡¯s time to shine again.

    "This place is so cold¡­¡±

    The elder deacon wandered around Medicine Peak for three days, and finally learned from a disciple who was responsible for counting medicinal materials that Mobule was stationed in Icewind Valley, a place where no one wanted to go. When talking about Mobule, that disciple  A look of admiration on his face.  After ten years of his entry, he watched Mo Bu Le stay in Icewind Valley for ten years. No one else could stay in that wretched place for even a quarter of an hour. Those with lower cultivation levels would probably become ill if they stayed in there for a long time.  Frozen as a stick.

    Even the elder deacon, with his cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building, was blown away by the cold wind when he first arrived in Icewind Valley, and he almost fell headlong from the air.  He quickly stabilized his body and glanced down into the valley. He saw a person sitting on a rugged boulder at the entrance of the valley. His appearance could not be seen clearly from a distance.

    "Excuse me, are you Uncle Mo?"

    The elder deacon quickly flew over, landed on the side of the boulder, and asked softly.  Although Mo Bu Le was exiled from the Yaowang Sect and his cultivation level was not as good as his, he was still a disciple of the Shang Sect. When he came to Qingyang Mountain, the elder deacon had not yet started, and now he does not know what he has to do with the Jiuhua Immortal Sect, so  The elder deacon called him uncle very politely.

    "It's Mo." Mo Bule looked at the deacon's order hanging on the waist of the deacon elder, and immediately understood the identity of the person. He stood up slowly, cupped his hands and said, "I wonder why the deacon elder is here?"

    The elder deacon saw a little bit of spiritual light, like starlight and as thin as sand, constantly escaping from Mo Bu Le's body, and his expression suddenly changed.  He has seen this kind of situation. Every monk who is approaching his life span will turn the true energy in his body into the spiritual energy between heaven and earth again when his death comes.

    "Uncle Mo, youyour time has come!"

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Look at this situation, Mo Bu Le¡¯s longevity is only more than a month at most. How can this be in time for Jiuhua Immortal Sect¡¯s 100,000th anniversary celebration? The face of the deacon elder suddenly turned a little green.

    "On the road to eternal life, the number of people who have broken halberds is like the sand in the Ganges River. It is not surprising that Mo is just one of the grains of sand."

    Mo Bu Le¡¯s tone was light. There was great terror between life and death. He had been struggling in this great terror for one hundred and seventy-eight years. Not only could he see through life and death, at least he no longer felt the terror.  On the contrary, I thought the elder deacon¡¯s face was very interesting, as if the person who was about to die was not him, but the elder deacon¡¯s mother.

    These words were said carelessly, as if seeing a flower about to wither, careless, indifferent, natural and justified. The deacons and elders looked at him in a daze with joy.

    The disciple of the Shang Zong in front of him was not as proud and full of superiority as other disciples of the Shang Zong he had seen. His whole body exuded a rotten air of death, perhaps because of his stay in Icewind Valley.  Over time, pieces of frozen dead skin hung on the exposed skin, the flesh and blood were exhausted, and the muscles and bones were exposed, making it look more like a mummy than a person.

    However, such a terrifying appearance does not make people feel scared. This is not because the elder deacon is brave, but because Mo Bule has an indescribable aura of peace on his body. Even the icy cold wind blows close to him.  When you are around, you will become softer and calmer.

    Of course, this is just an illusion, because Mo Bu Le's peaceful breath diluted the fierceness in the wind, and it was not really softened.  And it is this aura that makes him look not scary at all, and even has an attraction that makes people want to get closer.

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    Mo Bu Le frowned. He had been alone in Icewind Dale for more than a hundred years and was used to being alone. Suddenly being stared at made him a little uncomfortable. However, his face was frozen, and this movement was so slight that he could hardly move.  He couldn't feel it himself.

    "Elder Deacon, why are you here?"

    He won¡¯t live much longer. If you have anything to say, please say it quickly.

    The elder deacon finally came to his senses, and with a stern expression on his face, he asked after a while: "I wonder what Uncle Mo has to do with the Jiuhua Immortal Sect?"

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????? Out of joy, Jiuhua Immortal Sect?  After thinking slowly for a moment, he said: "My master is an inner disciple of the Jiuhua Immortal Sect sent to the Yaowang Sect." (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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