Full-time Mage: Start by getting the White Tiger Pendant

Chapter 293 Master Qixiu, news of the water-type holy spirit
In front of the temple, Mochizuki Chisun rang several times, but no one inside responded.

Lu Jun's heart skipped a beat, he must still be dead, obviously he hurried so many days ahead of schedule.

While Mochizuki Chisun was still waiting patiently, Lu Jun pushed her away, walked to the wooden door, and under the puzzled eyes of the two, he kicked the door open heavily.

Boom!There was a loud noise, and the two of them frowned. Even the daring Mo Fan hesitated and said, "Damn it, Lao Lu, will you offend the master by doing this?"

Although Mochizuki Mingjian is very gentle, but as a high-level super mage of the Shuangshou Pavilion, how bad can he be as his old friend.

Lu Jun didn't answer. He walked a few steps quickly and came to the wing room inside. As a Pluto reserve, he smelled a strong breath of death.

The two behind hurriedly followed and saw Lu Jundun standing in front of the threshold.

When they looked inside, they covered their mouths in surprise. An old monk fell to the ground, with signs of struggle around him. He seemed unable to get up for a long time, and his breathing was extremely weak.

"Hurry up and save people!"

Mochizuki Chisun rushed forward and carefully helped the old monk up. At the same time, gray-blue rattan spread out from his hands as a fixed bracket, wrapping around the broken leg and arm of the old man.

She patted the old man's back, trying to smooth his breathing.

Lu Jun was not idle either, his eyes quietly flickered with the light of his heart, awakening the soul that was about to fall into ignorance and darkness.

So under the double stimulation, the old monk finally woke up faintly, coughing violently, cough cough cough!
Mo Fan next to him hurriedly found a small bowl, filled it with water, and carefully fed it with a spoon.

What was more difficult was that none of the three people present had any means of treatment, so they had no way to see the condition of the old man.

Fortunately, the old monk's cultivation seems to be good, and he quickly returned to normal. Only Lu Jun, the future Lord of Death, saw through the other person's physical condition at a glance, and shook his head slightly.

The old monk is near the end of his life, his body is full of dead energy, it is not a serious illness, but the limit of his lifespan, in this case there is no cure for it.

Even Xinxia's revived soul came and couldn't help it.

Unless you go to the Tianshan Mountain in Jiuzhou and look for the snow lotus with sky marks, you will have the effect of increasing your life. When many important people in the world are dying, they will hire hunters to go to Tianshan Mountain for a try. So far, no one has succeeded.

Soon, the old monk cleared his eyes and said gratefully, "Thank you young people, if you hadn't appeared in time, I would have lost my old bones."

"As a thank you, I decided to give something away." The old man said openly, "Anyway, I'm old, and I won't take some surplus money with me when I die, and I won't take it with me when I die."

"Master Qixiu." Mochizuki Qianxun said eagerly: "I am Qianxun, I met you when I was young."

Hearing this, Master Qixiu looked at Qianxun, his expression became more and more astonished, and then he laughed cheerfully: "Look at my memory, it turned out to be Xiao Qianxun, but when he grew up, he became more and more depressed, almost unrecognizable." You came."

The old monk said gently and kindly: "What do you want from me?"

Hearing this, Mochizuki Qianxun is not a taste, a generation of old hunting kings, in his old age, no longer the majestic appearance of the past, and his evening scene is bleak.

Lu Jun sighed, the rabbit died and the fox was sad, no matter how high the cultivation base is, the outstanding people in the world still cannot escape the fate of being turned into a handful of loess in a hundred years.

With such a high-strength cultivation base, when the time limit expires, he still encounters the same problems that old people should have. If he falls at this age and has no one to help him, he will basically not be able to pass that threshold.

Mo Fan has some doubts. At this age, is it really the existence of Mochizuki Mingjian that can purify the Evil Condensation Orb?

Regardless, he took out the evil bead wrapped in silver gauze and explained his purpose.

"It turned out to be the Red Devil."

Master Qixiu took a deep breath, but then smiled wryly: "Look at me like this, can I still purify the Condensation Evil Bead? My spiritual world is about to collapse."

Hearing this, as expected by the three of them, they were extremely regretful.

As the mage got older, his magical combat power gradually declined.

Just like the old man Bao in the original book, he almost died in the battle against the demon capital, and he was useless in the end when he came back alive. Try not to use magic energy, so as not to consume the few remaining life spans.

Soon, Master Qixiu opened the letter sent by his old friend, a flash of memory flashed in his eyes.

He looked at Jun Lu and said, "I already understand why you are here, but I spent too much time chasing the Red Devils these years, and the remaining wealth may be enough for ordinary people, but it is far from enough for high-level mages."

"So if you really want something good, you may be disappointed."

"Damn it." Mo Fan complained: "If you don't solve the problem, just throw it to us. It's a waste of time to come all the way."

Mochizuki Chikaru also felt embarrassed, because her father's behavior was a bit like throwing the blame away.

Lu Jun was relatively calm, and noticed something that others didn't pay attention to, he said: "Old Mo Ninghua Xiezhu, you can keep it by yourself, go back and find old man Bao, he is the priest of the Holy City, and he has a way to deal with it."

"Really, then I'm impolite?"

Mo Fan was surprised, and happily took the Condensation Evil Bead into his pocket. Although the magic sound kept ringing in his ears, it was nothing compared to that explosive method.

Then Mo Fan thought of Lu Jun and asked, "Then what should you do?"

"It's okay." Lu Jun stared at Master Qixiu, and asked for advice: "Master, you have been a hunter for decades, and you have broken through many restricted areas of the city. You must have accumulated a lot of knowledge and information."

"I want to ask you, do you know where there is a water-type holy spirit?"

As soon as these words came out, Qixiu showed a relieved smile and said, "Very good young man, you didn't just set your greedy eyes on the vain physical wealth, but asked for valuable knowledge."

He proudly said: "That's right, I have traveled all over the years and witnessed countless things. Some of them were cursed, confidentiality agreements, or their memories were erased, but the rest are also extremely rich."

During the conversation, Qixiu was a little agitated, coughed violently, gave up on Mochizuki Chikaru's support and continued:

"I have to admit that you have given me a difficult problem. If you are looking for soul-seeds and other natural treasures and holy places for cultivation, I have a lot of exact locations. I even surveyed them myself, and I retreated when I saw that they were not mature."

"As for the water-type holy spirit, it is on the same level as the elemental sky species. The information I have can only be said to be very reliable, and I can't guarantee it 100%."

Lu Jun's eyes lit up, sure enough, the old Bi Deng was hiding something, and this time it was a gold coin explosion.

The two chatted for a while, and when they got the news, Lu Jun took Mo Fan to say goodbye, smiling all over his face when he left.

Mochizuki Chisun stayed behind to take care of Master Qixiu, so she contacted the hospital, seeing her gloomy expression, probably knew that Qixiu's life was not long, so now she will take care of the old man for the last few days and send him off.

Mo Fan asked curiously: "How is it, worth the money?"

"Yes."

Lu Jun is in a good mood. In the original book, there are [-]-[-] million soul-seed news, not to mention the water-type holy spirit.

He entrusted his ancestors to look for it, but he did not expect that Japan would be the first to gain something. After all, the island country is surrounded by the sea, and the old monk has dealt with the sea all his life.

(End of this chapter)