Longevity starts with learning

Chapter 567 Desire

The bright moon is beautiful, and the faint silver glow under the night shines in the deep and quiet valley, where a clear spring water flows slowly on the rocks.

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

In the valley, several simple and exquisite pavilions stand, and graceful girls wearing long tulle skirts dance under the moonlight, showing their beautiful and graceful figures.

Chu Mu was leaning in front of the window, seemingly a little drunk. Behind him, several beautiful girls were waiting on him, caring for him in every possible way.

A glass of spiritual wine entered his stomach. When the glass was slightly empty, another girl came forward with a jug and filled the glass with spiritual wine.

His posture and expression were all submissive and could not be faulted.

In a valley, he, Chu Mu, is alone, but there are hundreds of people accompanying him, and without exception, they are all immortal cultivators with good spiritual roots and qualifications. The ones with the lowest cultivation level are also perfect in Qi training and in the foundation building state. .

But here, these female cultivators all exist for him alone.

Every detail is taken care of, and every request is answered.

Even the pills for cultivation are provided in unlimited quantities, and the cultivation environment and spiritual energy are so rich that even the secret realm of East Lake is incomparable.

An ordinary valley is located directly on the first and third level spiritual veins.

Human desires, money, beauty, power.

The desires of a monk do not care about these types. Of course, the most important desire of a monk is to practice the immortal way.

And these hundreds of attendants are just one type of monk's desire, and can even be said to be the most insignificant type.

After all, in this world where great power is concentrated in oneself, monks have countless ways to satisfy this desire that are unimaginable to ordinary people.

And the most important purpose of the existence of these hundreds of attendants is obviously not to satisfy the monk's trivial desire, but to leave behind... descendants.

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

As for other desires, no matter how much satisfaction this Pure Soul Mountain can give him, it is obviously of little significance.

After all, all of this, to him, and to all the testers from the current world of cultivating immortals, is nothing more than a false dream.

It's just that if you can't wake up from this dream, it will make you sink forever...

Chu Mu took a deep breath and couldn't help but feel a little confused in his eyes.

After leaving the Jinghun Pavilion, I chose this valley to stay temporarily. It has been more than half a year now.

For more than half a year, in this Jinghun Mountain, their outside testers also held many gatherings.

But without exception, no useful information has been revealed in the gathering so far.

No one has yet found the so-called filthiness of the soul.

The only useful information may be that he confirmed that most of these external testers, as far as monks are concerned, come from the Daheng Immortal World and are organized by the Daheng royal family.

As for the other monks and monsters, they were either by chance like him, or like the Xie family back then, they had exclusive opportunities.

The specific details are obviously not easy to pry into, and it is even less likely that anyone will reveal too much.

A few words, nothing more.

And he himself, for more than half a year, has not made much gains, just wasting his time here, day after day.

A glass of spiritual wine entered his stomach. This time, Chu Mu stopped the girl who came to pour the wine. He put down the wine glass, patted Wangcai lying beside him, and walked out of the room.

The valley covers an area of ​​about a hundred acres. The so-called spring water is not even water in the real sense, but a spiritual spring formed by the rich spiritual energy that has been condensed to the extreme.

The spiritual spring gushes out and eventually turns into a river, flowing through the entire valley.

In such a rich aura environment, even if no one deliberately takes care of it, the exotic flowers and plants, as well as countless spiritual plants, will naturally grow vigorously and compete for beauty.

If he were in the outside world, his greed would have skyrocketed when he arrived at such a treasured place, and he would have plundered everything he passed.

But at the moment, he quite feels that his participation is like dirt, and it is difficult for him to have any psychological fluctuations.

Aimlessly walking in the valley, as the sun rose and set, he returned to normal in Jinghun Mountain, but again, he still couldn't feel the real feeling of the sun at all.

There is not much difference between this big sun and the big sun in the desert sea. Standing at the top of the mountain, clouds and mist are lingering, and the mountain breeze is cool.

Climb high, but have no vision of the future.

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

The first half of his life was as dull as water, wasted.

All the ordinary things in the world are no different.

I have been mediocre for half my life, and all I want is something ordinary.

In the second half of his life, or in other words, since he came to this life, as this spiritual light lit up the spiritual platform, his life suddenly reversed to a direction that he had never dared to imagine before.

Nanshan Town, Jade Emperor Valley...

Shuitian Yifang, the secret realm of East Lake...

Mortal and Immortal...

The practice of immortality...

Time flies by, and now, if we compare it with previous lives, we may be able to witness the rise and fall of a dynasty and the reincarnation of history.

But for him, during these long years, it seemed that he had no distracting thoughts, and everything had only one purpose.

That is how to walk more steadily and further on this path of immortality.

Any external factors that affected this were abandoned and abandoned by him bit by bit.

Strictly speaking, the person he is now and the person he was in his previous life are two different people. Their minds and personalities have undergone earth-shaking changes.

And this change also stems from this immortal cultivation.

This is exactly what is called...if there are gains, there must be losses.

And to him, what he lost didn't seem to be a big deal.

Even looking back now, it doesn't make him have too many emotional fluctuations.

His state of mind, even if it was not perfect, had absolutely no obvious flaws.

If there were no regrets, if that touch of filth wanted to taint his soul, where would it start?

Chu Mu's thoughts surged like a tide, but this time, just like every time before, it was difficult to have a clue.

The "spiritual blessing" slowly dissipated, Chu Mu pondered for a moment, and finally fixed his gaze on Wangcai beside him.

His scorpion egg has matured and brought great wealth. Due to the fact that the name of the stone tablet has not appeared, coupled with his incomplete intelligence, the so-called scorpion egg is only the original form of a blood line.

But there is no doubt that even if it is just the original form, there is obviously no difference in the essence of the two.

The only difference lies in the amount of pollution they bring to the soul.

"Dirty... where can I find the flaw?"

Chu Mu shook his head and sighed, feeling a little helpless.

But at this moment, he seemed to notice something, his pupils shrank suddenly, and in the next moment, "the aura reappeared", and he sat cross-legged again.

At the same time, a touch of spiritual consciousness also penetrated into the depths of Wangcai's soul and connected with that touch of spiritual wisdom that was not yet sound.

In just a few breaths, Chu Mu, who was sitting cross-legged, seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, without any emotional fluctuations belonging to his spiritual intelligence.

Wangcai, who was watching around with nothing to do, seemed to have fallen into a strange sleep just like Chu Mu...

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(End of this chapter)