Inquiry about immortality

Chapter 49
"Who do you think you are, when you see Senior Brother Han, you see Senior Brother Han," the fat young man said with annoyance, "Get away from me, or don't blame me for being rude!"

Qin Sang refused to let him, without any fear, and said coldly, "I am Xianshi Han's savior, he once said that if I ask for anything, I can see him, but you want to stop him. people?"

"Savior?"

The fat young man was stunned, "Have you saved Senior Brother Han's life?"

Qin Sang told the story of Gulingshan again.

The arrogance of the fat young man dissipated a lot at once, and his face was gloomy and uncertain. Finally, he glanced at Qin Sang angrily, took out a palm-sized scroll, raised his palm, and an ancient painting unfolded in front of them.

In the painting, mist covers the sky, and layers of clouds are continuous, as if the painting is 33 layers of heaven, which is very mysterious.

In the cloudy sky, a group of cranes roams freely, which is agile, natural and vivid, like living creatures.

Then, Qin Sang felt the fluctuation of spiritual power. The fat young man poured spiritual power into the scroll, and the next moment, a cloud of air flew out of the scroll, and in the mist, there was a crane croaking, lingering endlessly.

In the painting, the crane landed in the palm of the fat young man, the fat young man moved his lips slightly, and said a few words in the crane's ear.

It didn't take a moment for the clouds floating on the ancient painting to roll over suddenly, and finally turned into a person, it was the young man surnamed Han who almost died in Guling Mountain.

"Junior Brother Zhen Ming," the cloud-shaped youth with the surname Han looked a little illusory, and his voice was a little ethereal, "Why are you calling me so anxiously?"

Immediately, the young man surnamed Han caught a glimpse of Qin Sang beside him, recognized him immediately, and said with a smile, "General Qin, I haven't seen you for a long time, stay safe."

Qin Sang was about to speak, but saw that Zhen Ming took a step forward and complained repeatedly, "Senior Brother Han, it's not that I want to disturb you, it's this boy surnamed Qin who insists on looking for you, and Zhen Ming has no choice but to do so. I will follow your instructions, Ask him if he insists on cultivating immortals. After he decides, he will test his spiritual roots. I have reminded him a long time ago that there is no one in ten thousand people with spiritual roots. As expected, mere mortals have no spiritual roots. I don't know good people, I thought I was going to kill him, and I kept saying that I was your savior, Senior Brother Han, and I had to see you."

After speaking, Zhen Ming glared at Qin Sang angrily, looking very aggrieved.

The young man surnamed Han looked at Zhen Ming, then looked at Qin Sang, and said with a smile: "General Qin, Junior Brother Zhen Ming is right, there is indeed no one in mortals with spiritual roots, it's not a lie to you. It is difficult to ascend to the sky. Even if you can really cultivate, there are countless dangers in the world of immortal cultivation. Maybe you will die soon. It is not bad to be a mortal. Just let Junior Brother Zhen Ming ask the pilgrimage palace master to take care of you, even if you change the dynasty in the future, you will still be Keep you safe forever."

"But……"

Hearing that the young man surnamed Han also said the same, Qin Sang felt helpless and wanted to ask him, if he didn't have spiritual roots, why could he practice the "Netherworld Sutra"?
But thinking of the scene of two encounters with immortals, the righteous and the demons will never die every time, and they must fight to the death. He killed a lot of mortals with Yama.

Relying on magic skills to bring disaster to the world, Qin Sang has no face to say that he is not the devil.

"Xianshi Han, is it really impossible to become a cultivator without spiritual roots?" Qin Sang asked with a face full of unwillingness. Is there such an absolute thing in the world?
Is it an exception because he is not a native of this world, or is it the ability that the Jade Buddha brought him?
The young man surnamed Han looked a little moved, then Zhen Ming was also taken aback, stopped chattering, glanced at Qin Sang, lowered his head and said nothing.

The young man surnamed Han hesitated for a long time, and said, "General Qin, as far as Han knows, there is indeed no precedent for entering the path of immortality without spiritual roots. Even those famous sects must have spiritual roots in their cultivation methods. That's it. As for..."

Seeing the hesitant expression of the young man surnamed Han, Qin Sang's eyes suddenly lit up, "Xianshi Han, is there another way?"

The young man surnamed Han smiled wryly and shook his head, "Without spiritual roots, any method is useless. What is cultivation if you can't sense spiritual power? What I just wanted to say is that our Han family only understands the situation of the cultivators of the right way, and we don't know much about the Demon Sect. Little. The magic cultivator's exercises are strange, and there are countless evil methods. Whether there is a way to break this shackles, I don't know."

"Demon Gate?"

Qin Sang was a little surprised. Does the young man surnamed Han want to persuade himself to enter the devil's door?

But seeing a cloud of air in the palm of the hand of the young man surnamed Han transformed into a circular jade plate, he said in a serious tone: "Since Han has promised, he will not break his word. This jade plate should be within the boundary between the northern land and the devil's gate, a cultivator. I got the Fangshi token from the devil's mustard bag. If you insist on trying your luck, I will ask Heying to deliver it to you. However, you really have entered the devil's door, and we will meet you in the future. , you and I are enemies and not friends, and Han will not show mercy."

Without any hesitation, Qin Sang clasped his fists and said, "Qin Sang, many thanks to Immortal Master Han!"

The young man surnamed Han took a deep look at Qin Sang, nodded, and the cloud shadow dissipated.

Qin Sang and Zhen Ming waited for a while, and He Ying flew back with a jade plate and a scroll of silk in their mouths.

Zhen Ming brought it over to Qin Sang, bowed his hands to him, and rode on He Ying to leave.

Qin Sang unfolded the silk book and found that it was a map of Kan map with a large range. This was the first time he had seen such a large and detailed map. He quickly found the location of Da Sui, which was really impressive on the map of Kan map. Small.

The Heng Kingdom in the north is dozens of times larger than the Great Sui Dynasty. To the north of the Heng Kingdom, there are many countries larger than the Heng Kingdom.

After crossing Hengguo and several countries, Qin Sang finally saw the sign of the young man surnamed Han. In a territory called Biyunguo, as for the specific location of the Xiuzhenfang City, the young man surnamed Han left a message saying that he only needed Qin Sang to bring When Yupan arrived nearby, Yupan would automatically sense Fang Shi and take him there.

The young man surnamed Han briefly introduced Xiuzhenfang City, and finally reminded him that the monks of the Demon Gate are very dangerous, especially for mortals.

Qin Sang estimated the distance in his heart. If he rode by himself and stayed overnight at Xiaoxing, it would probably take several years to arrive. Fortunately, he found that there was a large river called Tianlu River in the west of Da Sui, running through the north and south, and the Wuling River was only a tributary of it.

Going to that river by boat will be much faster.

After putting away the silk book and playing with the jade plate, Qin Sang endured the useless temptation of spiritual power, nodded to the pilgrim palace master who was waiting on the side, and walked down the mountain.

The night is shrouded in darkness, and the entire imperial capital can be overlooked from the Pilgrimage Mountain. The Yuyu Palace is brightly lit. It must be the new emperor who has ascended the throne.

(Tell me two words.

As soon as the mortal manga came out, it brought back memories of the past, and I just had time to spare, so I had the idea to start writing.

Thinking about it carefully, what left the deepest impression on me by mortals is not the twists and turns of the magnificent plot, not the magic spells and treasures of the old demon, but the words Mo Caihuan.

The first fifty chapters, with nearly [-] words of plot, are actually all to draw this sentence out of the protagonist's mouth.

Pay tribute to mortals, pay tribute to forgetting words, miss Han Paopao, and commemorate my reading time in the old days.

Fortunately, I wrote it along the way, and the plot did not deviate much from what I expected before. This sentence was successfully said. For me, it was a small goal.

But this also makes the early plot dull, I wonder if not many book lovers like to watch secular plots.

[-] words, failed to sign the contract, and the collection is worth more than [-], which is miserable and miserable.

I don't know how many book lovers are really chasing books among these more than 100 collections.

There are several book friends who have been insisting on voting for the recommendation. I have seen them in my eyes and remembered them in my heart. Thank you for your support.

Again, if you think what I wrote is still eye-catching, bookmark it, cast a vote, and help spread the word, it would be even better, thank you! )
(End of this chapter)