The Age of Immortal Cultivation: I Have Mountains and Seas to Accompany Me

Chapter 23 It’s rare to be confused
Mountain and sea space.

Ye Muxue sat cross-legged in the quiet room to practice. Perhaps it was because her sister-in-law moved out of the Ye family and she was relieved of a worry. When her true Qi circulated, it was as smooth as beads rolling on a jade plate... When it circulated for the eighteenth time, the true Qi seemed to have broken through a critical point and suddenly exploded... the third level of Qi Refining!
Ye Muxue was of course delighted to have reached the third level of Qi Refining once again, but after her Qi had only circulated for a week, she compressed it again and her cultivation level returned to the second level of Qi Refining... and she also felt that her Qi had become more condensed and powerful.

This time she came to the capital, mainly to do this, but there was another thing she wanted to do... For two hundred years, she had basically been hiding at the bottom of the cultivation world, and had heard countless anecdotes, such as where treasures were found, where secret realms were found, and so on.

These treasures and secret places were left by senior cultivators before they left the mortal world, either to preserve the foundation of their clans or because they did not have time to join hands, or to leave a legacy... Some of them left seeds of cultivation for the mortal world, and there are many such places... Taoism has always said that there are ten great caves, thirty-six small caves, and seventy-two blessed places, and Buddhism also has four major Taoist temples, and other famous mountains and scenic spots are countless. Over the past five thousand years, these places have either produced scattered immortals or famous sects, and there are always many mythological stories circulating.

"Tanzhe Temple!" Ye Muxue silently muttered a place name.

Suddenly, the mark she had placed on the door outside was triggered. Ye Muxue quickly changed out of her comfortable training clothes and left the space... The knock on the door sounded again: "Muxue, it's time for dinner."

"I'll be right out." Ye Muxue pretended to have just woken up.

"Then I'll go set the table for Uncle Wu."

Yang Xue's footsteps faded away.

Ye Muxue waited for a while before opening the window to get some fresh air, then went out to meet the other party... Ye Musong was arranging the chopsticks, and the little nephew looked at her curiously with his black eyes, mumbling: "Aunt~"

"Yes, it's auntie. Little Tian is so smart. Are you hungry?" Ye Muxue squatted down and scratched her nephew's chubby little chin.

"Food!" The little nephew's eyes lit up.

“Hahaha…” Ye Muxue was touched by the look in her nephew’s eyes.

"Mu Song, Mu Xue, bring Xiaotian here to eat. Uncle Wu said we should eat together." Yang Xue's voice rang out in the main room.

Ye Musong and Ye Muxue looked at each other in surprise, and then Ye Muxue picked up her nephew and walked towards the main room.

"Wait a moment." Ye Musong quickly put away the dishes.

"Uncle Wu, that's not what we said at the beginning. Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Ye Muxue carried Xiaotian to the main room and saw Old Wu already sitting at the table while Yang Xue was arranging the ritual.

"I've thought about it. When I pay for the meals, I'll give you my ration book and non-staple food book as well, so we don't have to cook one meal twice. Besides, it'll be more lively when we eat together. What? You don't want to?" If Old Wu's eyes weren't wandering when he spoke, his words would have been more convincing.

That’s right, it was the rice made by Yang Xue that changed Old Wu’s mind.

When Yang Xue was cooking rice, she felt that it was a waste to make two pots of the same rice, so she would rather bring out a bowl when she cooked. Besides, her rice was obviously better than Lao Wu's... Ye Muxue mixed the spiritual rice with ordinary rice and gave it to Yang Xue. Although the spiritual power of the spiritual rice was relatively soft, ordinary people did not know how to refine spiritual power. Even if the excess spiritual power did not cause any harm to the body, it would easily be wasted.

As soon as Old Wu smelled the aroma of the rice, he knew that it was not his own rice... He didn't mind this. As an old revolutionary, he was able to take life and death lightly when he was young, let alone now?
It is one thing to not be afraid of death, but it is another to live a better life before death... When the aroma of rice hits you, a sudden sense of comfort arises, just like a cold drink in the dog days of summer, which can only be felt but not described. What if you eat it?
Old Wu is a soldier. He is good at making the most favorable judgment decisively in ever-changing situations. However, he feels a little uncomfortable applying this method on a civilian!
Of course Ye Muxue saw through it. Everything is subject to fate. For example, Boss Song and his men attacked her, and after killing them they took a batch of property. Even if there was any cause and effect, it would ultimately fall on Boss Song and his men. But if she took all the property, she might also have to bear part of the cause and effect.

Ye Muxue respected seniors like Lao Wu, and there might be treatments for the injuries that some of them had... But again, the cause and effect involved was too big, and she couldn't afford it. Otherwise, some cultivators wanted to cut off their worldly ties, so worrying about cause and effect was not a waste of time.

She rented Old Wu's house, which proved that they were destined to be together, and thus formed a causal connection... However, he was also thinking of using elixirs to get rid of Old Wu at the beginning, but now... it is better to let nature take its course.

"Brother, sister-in-law, you guys decide on this matter."

She glanced at her nephew who was sitting obediently on Ye Musong's lap and said, "Who will take care of Xiaotian when you go to work?"

"Shall we send him to my mother's house and pick him up after get off work? Besides, I can come back to cook at noon." Yang Xue said, secretly glancing at Old Wu, who did not say anything...obviously agreed.

Ye Muxue nodded and lowered her head to eat.

Although she had not been back for a long time, the memories of her hometown were slowly awakening. Ye Muxue went out after dinner and followed the familiar route to a store that looked like a large grocery store - a general store.

Souvenir shop...local products and sundries.

Stepping into the store again, Ye Muxue felt a little emotional. The goods in the store were as messy as before, and the salesperson also looked gloomy.

"Comrade, do you have any yellow paper?" Ye Muxue tapped the counter surface lightly.

The salesman who was dozing off suddenly came to his senses, but he was not angry. Instead, he quickly glanced around and lowered his voice: "Comrade, if someone finds out about this, it would be feudal superstition."

Ye Muxue was stunned for a moment, then reacted: "What are you thinking about? Yellow paper is soft and flammable. My old man is used to using it to roll paper coals to start a fire."

The salesman was a middle-aged man. He nodded and said, "I'm relieved that you're not engaging in feudal superstition. How much do you want?"

Ye Muxue smiled and said, "I heard that yellow paper is no longer produced. How much do you have?"

The salesperson was a little puzzled: "We have about ten piles of yellow paper in the store. How many do you want?"

Ye Muxue took the responsibility: "I want them all... You know, paper and coal are very expensive."

The salesperson thought to himself, "I really believed you!"

But this is an opportunity to get rid of the accumulated goods. Didn’t you see the words hanging on the wall... "It's rare to be confused"?