Chapter 4 Really dead

 What? !

  My damaged spiritual roots can be repaired? ?

  Meng Ling opened her mouth in shock, her jaw almost dropped to the ground.

  "Wei..."

  [Ah... I'm so sleepy. ]

  Mo Jiuwei moved her little mouth, as if she yawned, and then fell asleep again.

  This made Meng Ling, who was about to ask her, stop talking, and finally did not disturb her dream.

  "Let's go out first and let her fall asleep."

  Old man Liu said, and drove everyone out of the door and closed the door.

  "Is what she said just now true or false?" Meng Ling was young and asked anxiously, "Is there really a way to restore my spiritual roots?"

  She was once a celebrity in a big sect, until her spiritual roots were destroyed by someone's conspiracy, and then she left the sect sadly.

  On the way, she was attacked by someone, but fortunately, she was rescued by Senior Sister Chen, and then she came to Xianlai Sect with her.

  In the past few years, she had also held hope and sought medical advice everywhere, but all the alchemists had the same answer -

  "The spiritual roots are destroyed, there is no hope for cultivation, and there is no medicine to cure it."

  Mo Jiuwei was the first person to say that her spiritual roots could be cured!

  "She also said that Uncle Liu has immortal marrow, I don't know if it's true." Du Yue looked strange and a little funny, "And she also said that I was cheated..."

  Ji Qingqing hurried to comfort, "No, Sister Yue, you and Brother Xuanming are so well matched, and you are childhood sweethearts. You have always had a good relationship. How could he do something to let you down!"

  "That's not necessarily true." Old man Liu snorted coldly, "That kid's eyes are too lively. I said a long time ago that he must have a lot of tricks. I think Jiuwei's words are not unreasonable. Yueyue, you should be careful."

  Du Yue was helpless, "Uncle Liu, you have always disliked Xuanming. This is prejudice."

  "Jiuwei also said that I can be a winemaker. Have you heard of this way?" Hu Jiu spoke up and brought the topic back.

  Everyone shook their heads.

  "It is true that some people brew wine, but I have never heard of anyone using wine to achieve enlightenment." Old Liu said with certainty.

  "So, Uncle Liu, do you think the story of the Immortal Marrow is true or false?" Hu Jiu asked.

  Old Liu laughed at himself, "How is it possible? If I had the Immortal Marrow, how could I have such understanding and cultivation?"

  But Ji Qingqing hesitated to speak. She looked down at her sword, "But... Weiwei was right about me. Although the material of this sword is good, it is the first magical weapon made by our ancestor, so the craftsmanship is inevitably a bit rusty. If it is reforged by a skilled weapon refiner, the price can indeed be increased by ten times."

  Everyone was stunned for a moment.

  "This, I guess it's just a coincidence."

  "It must be. After saying so many things wrong, there must be something that she said right."

  "That's right. She is just a baby. Even if she is gifted, how can she predict everything?"

  Ji Qingqing wanted to say that Mo Jiuwei could be so accurate, it might not be as simple as just saying it right.

  But seeing that no one else believed it, she didn't know what to say.

  "It's a little late today, everyone go and rest, I will take care of Weiwei." Chen Lan said.

  She had given birth before, so among all these people, she was the only one who was most suitable to take care of a baby.

  And when she saw Mo Jiuwei, she would think of how her daughter looked when she was just born, and her heart was so soft.

  The next morning, Du Yue ran to the Yu family to get deer milk.

  She went late yesterday, and the amount she got was not much, not enough for Mo Jiuwei to drink.

  The Yu family is in the medicine business. Not only are they rich, but they are also very kind.

  Otherwise, if she were to go to another family, she would never get deer milk even if she ran her legs off!

  "The child survived, right?" The doorman of the Yu family asked with a smile when he saw Du Yue coming.

  Du Yue was full of gratitude, "Yes, he survived. Fortunately, I have your deer milk. I am really grateful."

  The servant waved his hand, "After all, it's a human life. I will help if I can."

  At this time, someone on the road suddenly shouted, "Really?"     Du Yue turned back curiously and looked over.

  "Really! What a big Qinghu beast! I've never seen one that's so strong. It opened its mouth and swallowed the man whole! I could still hear his screams even though he was gone."

  "Hiss... He's so unlucky. He was the only one eaten among so many people. By the way, do you know who that man is?"

  "I don't know him, but someone at Qingfengpo knows him. I think he's called... Daoyou Zheng?"

  Du Yue was stunned.

  "Daoyou Du? Daoyou Du!"

  The servant handed Du Yue a bottle of fresh deer milk, but found that Du Yue looked at the street as if she had seen a ghost, so he couldn't help but reach out and push her.

  "Ah... Thank you!"

  Du Yue suddenly came to her senses, hurriedly took the deer milk, thanked the servant again, and ran to the middle of the road to ask the two people who were chatting.

  "Two brothers, what did you talk about just now, what Qinghu beast, what Qingfengpo?" She asked anxiously.

  "Oh, it was this morning. When I came back from Qingfengpo, I saw a huge Qinghu beast swallowing a cultivator from afar. Tsk, it's so miserable. I don't know how that person angered it." The male cultivator shook his head and sighed.

  "Swallowed alive?" Du Yue's eyes were straight.

  "Yes, it swallowed alive. It ate the person as soon as it opened its mouth, without even chewing."

  "What do you think that person's surname is?" Du Yue asked again.

  "It seems to be Zheng. His companions shouted this several times."

  Surname Zheng...

  Qingfengpo.

  Qinghu beast!

  Du Yue swallowed his saliva, hurriedly thanked, and then rushed back to Xianlai Sect panting all the way.

  When they returned to the dilapidated sect, everyone stood around Mo Jiuwei, looking at her with eyes full of amusement and pampering.

  Mo Jiuwei felt a little hopeless because...she just wet the bed again.

  There was nothing she could do about it. This body was too weak, and this instinct was almost out of her control.

  Fortunately, this is the world of immortal cultivation. A spell can make clothes clean, which saves the trouble of washing.

  "Junior sister Du is back, what happened to you?" Chen Lan, who was holding Mo Jiuwei, looked at Du Yue.

  "Zheng Cheng, he's dead!" Du Yue said with a trembling voice.

  "What?"

  "What did you say?"

  "Zheng Cheng is dead?"

  Everyone looked over.

  Du Yue nodded, "It's very likely him... I heard from passers-by when I was getting deer milk just now that there was a huge Qinghu beast at Qingfengpo this morning, and it swallowed a cultivator in one bite, and that person's surname was Zheng."

  She glanced at Mo Jiuwei and held back a word -

  this is exactly the same as what Mo Jiuwei said yesterday!

  But even though she didn't say it, everyone understood it in seconds.

  "How could this be..."

  "Is Zheng Cheng really dead? But he was fine yesterday!"

  "Could I have heard it wrong? Besides, there are many people with the surname Zheng, it may not be Zheng Cheng, right?"

  They were shocked and doubtful.

  Mo Jiuwei was not surprised at all.

  [It must be Zheng Cheng, he is dead now. ]