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

Bai Yu saw that the disturbance in Jiangcheng had subsided, and returned home with his master's wife on his back.

At this time, the martial arts master, Mr. Feng, came out and took the dragon and snake constables to clean up the evil corpses and the debris after the flood.

The order in the city was temporarily restored.

Bai Yu was anxious and rushed to the outside of the South City.

"Uncle Jiu must be okay."

Outside the South City, the original plain turned into a rolling hill.

The flood had receded, and Bai Yu searched back and forth, but only found a half-broken peach wood sword.

Bai Yu searched frantically and found many other bodies, but none of them belonged to Uncle Jiu.

Old Master Feng Yuqing passed by with a team of detectives and shouted:

"Don't look for him, kid. Your master is gone."

"I saw it clearly in the city last night. He drew the earth's energy into his body, forcibly changed the topography of the south city, and stopped the flood."

"Then he fought with the Feng Shui masters nearby, broke their Feng Shui formation, and was attacked by the earth's energy. No trace of his body remained."

He sighed heavily.

"Lin Jiu was a man, but it's a pity that good people don't live long."

"The best Feng Shui master in Jiangcheng was buried in the mountains and rivers."

Bai Yu didn't want to believe that Uncle Jiu's body was really gone. He ordered his funeral team to search frantically, wishing to turn over the whole piece.

However, in the end, he only found a broken corner of the yellow Taoist robe.

Broken sword, broken robe, but no trace of Uncle Jiu.

When Bai Yu took these two things back to the city, his master's wife didn't say a word.

She just hugged her stomach, tears streaming down.

Bai Yu was afraid that something might happen to his master's wife, so he hurriedly asked Sister Hehua to stay with her.

He himself wore mourning clothes and built a tomb for Uncle Jiu in a Feng Shui treasure land outside the city.

In front of Uncle Jiu's tomb, Bai Yu played a dirge.

"Dew on the leek, how easy to dry, the dew will fall again tomorrow, when people die, when will they return."

At this moment, he had a deep understanding of this dirge.

Life is like morning dew, fleeting.

When people die, when will they return.

The sad suona, the wild grass and the crows, the sound is far away.

After the song ended, Bai Yu stood at the grave, unwilling to leave for a long time.

He suddenly pulled out a long knife from his waist, looking at the long knife seemed to have decided something.

He has always chosen to protect himself and only do some small things within his ability.

Although he hated the casualties and dangers caused by the rebels, he did not have the intention to wipe them out.

In order to avoid danger, he did not reveal that the Xiao family was an undercover agent.

But now, Uncle Jiu's death made him determined.

The rebels must die!

"Uncle Jiu's death, this is more than cause and effect must be recorded on the rebels."

"Since the cause and effect are established, let's end it with the long sword in my hand!"

Bai Yu bowed three times to Uncle Jiu's grave.

However, he did not act rashly.

If you want to wipe out the rebels, you must take a long-term plan and make a thorough plan.

At night, he lit an oil lamp.

He found that the skill column on the Burial Record had changed.

[Playing Suona: Great Success. ]

Unconsciously, the skill of playing Suona has reached the level of great success.

But Bai Yu was not happy at all.

He calmly took out a book, the second volume of Yin Fu Jing.

Uncle Jiu had been reluctant to pass on this second volume to him, and even at the last moment he told Bai Yu not to learn it, otherwise he would be tainted by the fate of a Feng Shui master.

The lights flickered, and Bai Yu looked dazed.

Is there really such a thing as fate in this world?

Old Zhang, a ninth-rank warrior, eventually died in the affairs of the martial arts world.

Uncle Jiu broke through the earth master, and the funeral attendant died without a burial place.

There was also the wicked Wu, who made money from the dead all his life, and was finally bitten to death by the evil corpse.

Perhaps only those in the immortal way can "swallow a golden pill into the stomach, and my life is determined by myself, not by God."

Bai Yu is an immortal and does not believe in the so-called fate.

Even if there is, as long as the power is strong enough, it will definitely break the fate.

Bai Yu opened the second volume of Yin Fu Jing.

This second volume is different from the first and second volumes. It does not record miscellaneous things, but a Feng Shui master's practice method.

How to find dragon points, how to absorb the earth's energy, lead the earth's energy into the body to temper the soul, and then be promoted to a geomancer, a burial master, etc.

Bai Yu was fascinated by it. After finishing one book, he turned another page in the Burial World Record.

[Secondary occupation: Second-level Feng Shui Master (42%)]

[Skills: Yin Fu Jing (mastery)]

[Skills: Feng Shui (mastery), Zhuyou (mastery), Blood Fu (practice makes perfect), Corpse Refining (a glimpse of the way). ]

Until now, the Burial World Record has only been able to open one page.

Unexpectedly, the second page was opened this time.

Although I don't know what the purpose is, I think there must be something mysterious.

According to the above information, BaiYu is now a second-level Feng Shui master, practicing the Yin Fu Jing.

Feng Shui masters are divided into three levels, and after the third level, they can advance to earth masters.

In ancient times, earth masters were benchmarked against immortal foundation builders.

Bai Yu secretly said:

"If I can successfully advance to earth masters, Uncle Jiu's revenge plan will be more certain."

Suppress the rebels and kill the evil immortal cultivators. This must be done.

However, he was not in a hurry, but began to attend the funeral slowly.

After the funeral, he guarded his master's wife, fearing that she would do something.

While accumulating strength, he accumulated money for the shop.

During the funeral, he found out more news.

After the flood flooded the city that day, the core members of the Xiao family, the Shenli Gate and the Black Wolf Gang disappeared.

Some people suspected that they were all related to the flood that day.

The Six Gates arrested a few marginal disciples, but did not ask anything.

In addition, the county governor also sent someone to commend Uncle Jiu's widow and presented a plaque to commend Uncle Jiu's sacrifice for justice.

A few days later, Du Jian and the Xuanwu Army returned.

According to Du Jian, they were led to a valley by the rebels and then trapped by the Feng Shui formation.

When they came back, they learned that the rebels tried to break into the city that night.

Du Jian heard about Uncle Jiu and apologized repeatedly.

"I'm sorry, my senior sister and I neglected it and gave the rebels an opportunity."

"Damn evil cultivator, my senior sister and I killed him several times, but for some reason he always resurrected strangely!"

"Brother Bai, why don't you beat me up to vent your anger."

Bai Yu distinguished right from wrong and did not vent his anger on others because of Uncle Jiu's death.

The source of everything was the rebels, and the real enemy was also the rebels.

It was not his style to vent his anger on his own people.

A few days later, Bai Yu was ready and asked Lao Mo and Du Jian to look after his master's wife.

The funeral shop was entrusted to Zhu Tong and Xiao Wang. Together with the Dou Luo trio, they could handle ordinary funerals without any problems.

In Uncle Jiu's courtyard, his master's wife sat in the chair where Uncle Jiu often sat, lost in thought.

Bai Yu stepped forward and said:

"Master's wife, I'm going out for a while, and I'm here to say goodbye to you."

Master's wife was stunned for a moment and said:

"Your master won't let you do this, it's too dangerous."

Bai Yu said:

"Master's wife, don't worry, I won't be reckless."

"When my little apprentice brother is born in a few months, I'll give him a gift."

He bowed heavily to his master's wife, and then went into the house to light a stick of incense on Uncle Jiu's tablet.

That night, the night was as dark as ink, and the wind was howling.

A figure carrying a long sword disappeared into the darkness.