Changsheng Goudao: Playing suona at the beginning, sending off Xiuxian

The mountains are vast and the morning mist is hazy.

A suona pierced the tranquility of the mountains.

Then came bursts of crying.

The funeral procession slowly drove out of Taohua Village.

In the team, a young man in a green shirt played the suona skillfully.

He had sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, a handsome face, and a gentle air.

A white flag was inserted diagonally behind his neck.

A half-grown black dog followed him.

The sad sound of the suona came out of his mouth.

A suona suppressed the gongs and drums and detonated the sadness of the funeral procession.

As the team moved forward, beads of sweat appeared on the boy's forehead.

"Alas, this body is really too weak."

The boy's name is Bai Yu, a time traveler who traveled for two and a half days.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary handsome guy.

Because he stayed up late to cultivate immortality, he died suddenly.

Then he traveled through time and became this unlucky guy named Bai Changsheng.

The Bai family has been playing the suona for generations.

A few days ago, my parents were swept away by a mountain torrent while rushing to attend a funeral, and their bodies were gone.

As soon as my parents died, the house was occupied by the village tyrant Chen family.

At the beginning, the Bai family used two acres of paddy fields to exchange a piece of homestead with the Chen family and built a house.

They lived in peace for more than ten years.

Now there is only one child left in the Bai family, and the Chen family immediately turned hostile and took the opportunity to occupy the Bai family's house.

Bai Changsheng naturally refused, and was beaten and thrown out.

Bai Changsheng was very tough and died on the spot.

At this time, Bai Yu happened to travel through time.

He quickly accepted the reality, and from then on he was called Bai Yu, with the courtesy name Changsheng.

Bai Yu, who was homeless, had to build a shed on the mountain to live in.

After traveling through time for a few days, Bai Yu understood a truth:

"Being handsome can't be eaten."

Just yesterday, the family ran out of food and was starving.

Fortunately, Bai Changsheng still had the family's skill of playing the suona.

Just in time for a funeral in the village, he came to join the funeral procession.

Uncle Dazhuang, the drummer, was still worried whether Bai Yu could keep up with the rhythm.

As a result, Bai Yu almost died with a big funeral.

Rhythm? It doesn't exist.

Among all kinds of musical instruments, suona is the king, either ascending to heaven or worshiping in the hall.

When the suona sounds, I am the rhythm.

Uncle Dazhuang was so surprised that he praised Bai Yu for his ability to bury the emperor.

"Brother Bai has a successor, and our Taohua Village drum and trumpet team is complete again."

Bai Yu joined the team on the spot and started to perform funerals.

If he does a good job in this funeral, he can gain a foothold in Taohua Village and officially become a member of the professional team.

So along the way, Bai Yu was very energetic.

He played the suona slowly and steadily, keeping the rhythm firmly in control.

However, as the funeral procession went up the mountain.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on Bai Yu's forehead, and his face turned pale.

This body was originally deficient, and it became even more deficient after dying once.

Although his suona playing skills were not bad, his physical strength could not keep up.

"No matter what, I must persevere."

Bai Yu held on all the way without revealing any flaws.

Only Uncle Dazhuang found that Bai Yu's chest was already soaked with sweat.

Finally, the coffin was put into the tomb.

Bai Yu's eyes went black.

Fortunately, he finally persevered.

When he recovered, he found a blue light curtain in front of him.

[Funeral target: Zhao Laogen. ]

[Identity: Farmer. ]

[Cultivation: None. ]

[Skills: Planting, cooking, logging. ]

[Funeral Participation: 10%. ]

[Rewards: Strength +3, Life Experience +5. ]

Bai Yu's hand holding the suona could not help but tremble slightly.

But his face remained expressionless.

In his mind, there was an ancient scripture.

"Burial Record"!

The three ancient seal characters with flying dragons and phoenixes seemed to contain the truth of heaven and earth.

There was a line of small characters below.

Bury the sky, bury the earth, bury the world!

On the dark cover, a star of white light would light up from time to time, and then quickly dim.

If your eyesight is good enough, you can find that the star of white light is clearly a world.

Bai Yu's mind focused on the Burial Record, and immediately obtained its efficacy and usage.

First of all, you will be immortal from the beginning.

But immortality does not mean immortality.

If a person is killed, he will die.

He may also starve to death, be poisoned to death, or die from a curse.

Secondly, the funeral becomes stronger.

Every time you perform a funeral, you can gain some abilities from the target.

For example, strength, blood, and even martial arts or cultivation.

However, it must be a wise creature, and there must be a funeral commission, in order to get the reward.

Bai Yu calmly waited for the funeral to end.

Finally, the Taoist priest who performed the funeral finished chanting.

Bai Yu and the drum team played another song "Blue Sky Song".

"Dust to dust, earth to earth, there is no way back from the underworld. "

[Funeral success, get rewards: strength +5, life experience +5.]

[Do you want to receive it?]

Bai Yu did not receive the reward immediately.

Be cautious in everything, who knows if there will be any abnormalities after receiving the reward?

He followed the team back to the village and had the last meal.

He sat at the table of the professional team.

Uncle Dazhuang and others drank some wine and started bragging mode.

Bai Yu buried his head in eating.

It looks slow, but he eats very fast.

These days, he was starving.

In the blink of an eye, a small half of the food on the table was missing.

Uncle Dazhuang and others called this kid so terrifying.

They stopped drinking and bragging, and hurriedly joined the ranks of eating.

After half an hour, Bai Yu touched his round belly and walked towards his home.

Before leaving, he also took a red plum from the fruit plate on the table.

The most important thing is , he had ten more coins in his pocket.

The propaganda team, 20 coins per person.

Bai Yu was underage, so he could only get half of the wages.

This was the rule in the countryside, only adult men were considered formal laborers.

Children and women could only be considered half a person.

He took the ten coins and bought more than ten kilograms of sweet potatoes at the shop at the entrance of the village.

This would last at least a week.

Bai Yu carried the sweet potatoes home, in a good mood, and pursed his lips and whistled.

A half-grown black dog ran over from a distance.

"Lao Mo, I want to eat fish. "

The little black dog seemed to understand human words and jumped into a stream.

When Bai Changsheng died, only this black dog stayed with him and never left him.

There is a quota for a burial beast in the Burial Records, which can also achieve immortality, but only for animals.

Bai Yu gave this quota to the little black dog without any hesitation.

This way, the road to immortality will not be too lonely.

After half an hour, it took out a small fish as long as an index finger from the water.

"Okay, let's have roasted sweet potatoes and stewed fish soup tonight. "

Bai Yu cheered.

He was carrying a sweet potato, while Lao Mo was holding a small fish.

One man and one dog, they depend on each other for survival.

Bai Yu took a plum from his sleeve, took a bite, and the bitterness exploded in his mouth.

But after the bitterness, a hint of sweetness came from the tip of his tongue.

After all the bitterness, there was sweetness.

The little black dog saw Bai Yu eating alone, and jumped up and down and barked, as if condemning Bai Yu for being disloyal.

"Woof~Woof~."

Bai Yu put the remaining half of the plum into the little black dog's mouth.

The little black dog took a bite, and this time he jumped higher.

"Woof~Woo~"

It was bitter and astringent, too unpalatable.

Bai Yu put the plum core into his palm, and laughed:

"It's not ripe yet, it will taste good when it's ripe."

The little black dog followed Bai Yu, cursing, as if saying:

"Although I'm not a human, you are a real dog. "

The man and the dog returned home.

It was a shack made of branches and straw.

A blunt hatchet, a suona, and a half-broken jar, these were all Bai Yu's belongings.

As for the other properties, they were all taken away by the Chen family.

Bai Yu looked at the dilapidated shack and said to the little black dog:

"Old Mo, we are not in a hurry."

"What should I do if people bully me, slander me, and look down on me?"

"Just tolerate him, let him be, and ignore him."

"In another hundred years, I will dig up his grave, whip his corpse, and kill his entire family."