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

"Benefactor, do you want to enter the immortal path?"

Du Jian's words made Bai Yu's expression moved.

The immortal path is high and above, extraordinary and otherworldly, who doesn't want it?

Du Jian said solemnly:

"Benefactor, you saved my life, I will never forget it for the rest of my life."

"If you have spiritual roots, I will guide you to enter the immortal path."

As he said that, he took out a strange stone from his arms.

The stone was the size of a goose egg, and it was fluorescent and colorful, very beautiful.

"Benefactor, this is our Taiyi Sword Sect's Xunxian Stone, put your hand on it, let me see how your spiritual roots are."

Bai Yu was also a little curious and put his hand on it.

Du Jian cast a spell on it, but there was no movement on the Xunxian Stone.

"This, Benefactor, you don't have spiritual roots?"

He didn't believe in evil, so he took the Xunxian Stone himself.

Suddenly, a pale green light bloomed on the Immortal Seeking Stone, illuminating the entire room.

Du Jian sighed in disappointment and said:

"Your benefactor has no spiritual roots, I will ensure that you will be safe and prosperous for the rest of your life."

Bai Yu didn't care.

Even if he didn't have spiritual roots, he would still embark on the path of immortality.

As for the glory of the world, he could do it himself without relying on others.

He smiled and said:

"At the beginning, I just paid you back twenty cents, I don't deserve Brother Du's politeness."

"You helped me out before, we are even now."

Du Jian insisted:

"This is not a matter of twenty cents, your benefactor gave me the last glimmer of hope and saved my life."

Bai Yu had no choice but to ask him to sit down and pour him tea.

Then he changed the subject and said:

"Brother Du, you can just call me Bai Yu or Xiao Bai in the future."

"By the way, Brother Du, can you tell me what spiritual roots are?"

Du Jian took the tea, took a sip, and said:

"If you want to step into the immortal path, you must have spiritual roots, so that you can sense the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and then draw the energy into your body."

"Spiritual roots are divided into five elements, and there are also high and low qualities. Generally speaking, a single spiritual root is the strongest, called a heavenly spiritual root. The more complex the spiritual roots, the worse the aptitude."

"In addition, there are also special spiritual roots, such as thunder spiritual roots, wind spiritual roots, dark spiritual roots, etc. I am a wind-type special spiritual root."

"But there are exceptions. It is said that in ancient times, there was a saying of five elements of heavenly spiritual roots, and the strongest was the perfect five elements."

Bai Yu was fascinated by what he heard, and admired the immortal path even more.

He thought to himself:

"It doesn't matter if I don't have spiritual roots. If I find a way to bury a cultivator, maybe I can get spiritual roots."

"Even if burying one doesn't work, I'll bury a hundred or a thousand."

According to Bai Yu's estimation, cultivators do have overwhelming power over warriors, but they are not invincible.

An innate master should be able to fight a few moves with a Qi-refining cultivator.

Then he can cultivate to the level of a grand master or even a martial god and saint, and he will always find a way to bury a cultivator.

Bai Yu chatted with Du Jian for a few more sentences, and the two of them got along very well.

Things in the immortal way were all very novel to Bai Yu.

And what Bai Yu saw and heard when he was burying a cultivator also made Du Jian listen with great interest.

It is said that old people are still as close as new.

Some people are like strangers after spending their whole lives together, while others can talk to each other as soon as they meet, and they regret not meeting each other earlier.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Bai Yu lit the oil lamp and said:

"Brother Du, do you immortals still need to eat?"

"I'm going to cook, what do you want to eat?"

Du Jian looked at Bai Yu eagerly, not like an immortal flying high, but like a child waiting to be fed.

"Eat, eat, everyone in the sect eats fasting pills, and their mouths are bland."

"I will eat whatever Brother Xiaobai cooks."

Bai Yu thought for a while and said:

"Then make a steamed mullet. My old Mo personally caught the fish in the river."

So he cooked a few dishes and asked Old Mo to buy a roast chicken from his master's wife's store.

The two men and the dog began to feast on the food and enjoyed it very much.

In the evening, Du Jian patted his round belly and said:

"Brother Xiaobai, we get along well. Let's sleep side by side tonight and chat all night long."

Bai Yu's tiger body shook.

Although I know that the ancients had the habit of sleeping on the same bed and with their feet touching.

For example, the three brothers Liu, Guan and Zhang, all slept together.

But Bai Yu really couldn't adapt.

He hurriedly said:

"No, no, I have a bed."

Du Jian asked in surprise:

"Did Brother Xiaobai get married? Why didn't I see his sister-in-law?"

At this time, Lao Mo got on the bed very skillfully, spread the bedding, and got into the bed.

Du Jian was amazed and said that dogs really understood human nature and were comparable to some spiritual beasts.

Bai Yu did not comment and prepared a guest room for Du Jian.

At night, Bai Yu sat cross-legged and thought secretly in his heart.

The scene of Du Jian beheading the Inspector in the daytime gave himA big shock.

An Shouxin, the inspector, was born of noble birth, held a high position and was also a big boss in Jiangcheng.

He stamped his feet, and the streets of Jiangcheng would tremble.

But such a big boss, who was only flattered by everyone on weekdays, was killed by a sword, like a dead dog.

If it were an ordinary person, let alone An Shouxin, even a yamen runner would have to be flattered in every way.

And Du Jian dared to kill him on the spot, without any concerns about the court and the An family.

This is the gap between immortals and mortals, and the gap is caused by power.

He suddenly had some enlightenment in his heart.

Courage comes from power.

Without power, blindly doing things is called recklessness.

With power, there is no fear in the heart, and courage is born from within.

Once Bai Yu realized this, the internal force in his body began to flow rapidly.

He didn't even need to adjust his breath, and he spontaneously circulated a circle.

Bai Yu seemed to have broken through a layer of membrane, his eyes were shining, and he became more alert.

He could even clearly hear the sound of insects outside the window.

The spirit is perfect and the energy is full, and the courage is born from within.

The eighth level of divine courage!

After a warrior reaches the seventh level, he will naturally gain the respect of many people.

When he is doing things, no one will stop him, and he will be successful all the way. His confidence will increase greatly.

Naturally, he will understand the true meaning of courage from within.

However, Bai Yu is cautious in everything, and he only showed the strength of the third level on the surface, so this understanding is a little late.

However, this time is nothing to the immortal.

Bai Yu was in a good mood and fell asleep with Lao Mo in his arms.

What he didn't expect was that Du Jian didn't go to the county governor's mansion in the next few days, and followed Bai Yu everywhere.

The county governor and the county magistrate came to invite him several times in succession, but he was unmoved.

That day, the county magistrate Liu Zi'an came to ask for an audience again.

He was surprised to find that the immortal who was so cold and murderous outside was wearing an apron and cooking in the kitchen.

"Brother Bai, pass me a plate, the food is going to burn."

Liu Zian looked at Bai Yu and Du Jian, and immediately thought of something wrong.

He respectfully went forward to ask for an audience with the immortal, asking him to come out of the mountain tomorrow.

He hinted that the immortal should not indulge in male beauty.

There were rumors in Jiangcheng that the immortal would not attend the court early because of the high loyalty of brothers.

Bai Yu was very upset when he heard this. What the hell was going on?

After getting along with him, Bai Yu realized that Du Jian seemed cold, but in fact he was a social phobia and did not want to talk to strangers.

In the end, the county magistrate returned empty-handed.

When he got outside, he said to himself:

"These two are both talented people, they are a perfect match."

Bai Yu's hearing ability increased greatly, and he happened to hear this, and his face was dark.

"What do you mean by perfect match? Liu Zian is so annoying!"

"Can you think of something normal?"

He thought to himself:

"No, I must find a way to get Du Jian to move out, otherwise it will affect my image of being unyielding."