After the truth came out, they begged me not to die.

"Hiss! I have long seen that this old man is not a good person. It is true."

"Heroes see the same thing. I have long seen that he has uneasy intentions. How can a mortal need Ice Vein Cold Fruit to treat the heat poison?"

"Hey, it seems that the Demon Lord has been deceived."

Outside the mirror.

Everyone was talking about it.

Who would have thought that a person with a Taoist and Immortal style could be so shameless behind his back.

……

Inside the mirror.

The sky has become slightly brighter.

Chen Zun stayed awake and paced anxiously back and forth outside the door.

A creak.

The white-haired old man looked slightly tired as he opened the door and walked out.

Chen Zun hurriedly greeted him.

"Doctor, how is my sister?"

"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."

The white-haired old man nodded with a smile on his face.

Although I didn't use the Ice Vein Cold Fruit, I still risked my life.

If Chen Zun had not retrieved those two things, he would not have been able to work so hard.

After a night of resuscitation, Zhao Lingyun's fever was finally suppressed.

However, this heat poison is very difficult.

With his cultivation in the foundation building stage, he couldn't remove it, he could only suppress it.

The white-haired old man was puzzled.

Even using the Bingmai Han jelly fruit would not help. At most, it would delay Zhao Lingyun's recurrence of the fever poison for a year.

How evil!

Anyway, he tried his best, and Zhao Lingyun's life and death after that had nothing to do with him.

Chen Zun didn't know Zhao Lingyun's physical condition.

What I was most concerned about now was how my sister was doing, so I quickly walked into the house.

Come to the bed.

I saw the little girl lying on the bed breathing calmly, the high fever had subsided, and except for her face being slightly pale, she was no different from ordinary people.

Chen Zun let out a long breath, the worry on his face disappeared, and the tense nerves that had been tense for many days were relieved.

At this moment, the white-haired old man's voice sounded from behind.

"No need to worry, your sister is fine. She only needs to rest for two days to recover."

Chen Zun turned around and saw the white-haired old man standing at the door with a smile on his face.

He said solemnly.

"The doctor's life-saving grace will never be forgotten by me."

No matter what the purpose of the white-haired old man was, just for saving Zhao Lingyun, it was worth saying thank you.

"It's just a trivial matter, nothing worth mentioning."

The white-haired old man waved his hand.

Then, he glanced at Chen Zun and felt something in his heart.

Secretly said:

"I have been wandering around for half my life, with no fixed abode, and no descendants for half my life. This boy is destined to me. If he really has spiritual roots, I might as well give him a blessing."

Thinking of this, the white-haired old man had an idea in his mind.

"Boy, have you heard that there are immortals in this world?"

Chen Zun was startled.

In the past, he would have expressed disbelief, but since he had received the spiritual pattern inheritance, he believed it more than anyone else.

Not knowing what the white-haired old man wanted, Chen Zun pretended not to believe it.

"The doctor is joking. Most of the so-called immortals are fake. People in the world spread rumors and cannot take them seriously."

The white-haired old man had already guessed that Chen Zun would say this, so he pretended to be serious and said:

"The so-called immortals of those clay statues that live in temples are naturally fake. They are just the spiritual sustenance of some mortals' imagination. They are not the immortals I refer to."

Chen Zun knew what the white-haired old man was referring to, so he cooperated with a confused expression and said:

"Then what is an immortal?"

The white-haired old man smiled but didn't answer.

He stretched out his palm, and a flame as big as a bean appeared in his withered palm.

immediately.

'Swell' a bit.

The huge flame suddenly expanded and became the size of a fist.

Chen Zun already knew that this was the fireball technique, a relatively low-level five-element spiritual technique.

However, the white-haired old man's ability to control fire with his hands is indeed powerful.

He continued to perform.

Chen Zun seemed to be frightened, his eyes widened and his mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg.

Seeing Chen Zun's performance, the white-haired old man was very satisfied and said slowly.

"This is the method of immortals."

He himself has an air of Taoist immortality, and under the reflection of the red fireball, he looks even more mysterious.

Chen Zun was trembling with fear.

There were three parts excitement, two parts anxiety, and five parts fear on his face.

"Doctor, are you...are you an immortal?"

"Of course not."

The white-haired old man put out his hands and extinguished the fireball, shook his head, and sighed: "It is not easy to become an immortal. There are immortal methods, but there is no immortal life. I am just an ant among thousands of seekers who have done nothing."

Chen Zun fell silent, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"You are still young, so it is useless to tell you this."

The white-haired old man vented his emotions and smiled dumbly.

All he did was to make Chen Zun believe that there were immortals in this world, so as to pave the way for what he would say next.

The white-haired old man looked serious and asked, "Boy, those who become immortals can see life and death and live as long as heaven. Do you want to practice this method of reaching the heavens?"

coming!

After wandering around for a long time, Chen Zun knew that he was getting to the point.

According to ordinary people's thinking, even a fool will understand and agree to a magic trick like magic.

So he nodded desperately and said without hesitation: "Please teach the doctor the immortal method."

After saying that, I was afraid that my performance was not realistic enough, so my face was full of excitement, and I deliberately pretended to be extremely happy.

This acting skill is perfect and there are no flaws at all.

"Teaching immortal magic is simple, but not everyone can practice it. Certain conditions are required. Only special people can be qualified."

The white-haired old man deliberately lied.

On the one hand, he explained some basic knowledge to Chen Zun, and on the other hand, he took the initiative in speaking.

"Is there any condition for cultivating an immortal?"

"That's natural, just like firewood is needed to make a fire, and water is needed to freeze."

"Then what are the conditions needed to cultivate immortality!"

Chen Zun looked at the white-haired old man with a slightly innocent look.

His eyes were filled with curiosity for knowledge.

"Spiritual roots!"

"What is spiritual root?"

"Spiritual roots are the basis for cultivating immortals. Without spiritual roots, one cannot sense spiritual energy, and one cannot cultivate immortals."

Chen Zun looked slightly nervous and asked in a calculated manner: "Doctor, do I...do I have spiritual roots?"

The white-haired old man smiled and said, "You can tell if you have any by taking a test."

"How to test?"

The white-haired old man had a flash of inspiration in his hand.

A transparent crystal the size of a fist appeared in his hand.

"Put your hands up."

Chen Zun stepped forward and put his hand on it, his face serious.

Although he knew that he had spiritual roots, he was also curious about what spiritual roots he had.

"Close your eyes, empty yourself, and eliminate distracting thoughts. Yes, that's it."

The white-haired old man had a smooth tone and was good at guiding Chen Zun.

a long time.

The room was extremely quiet.

The white-haired old man looked at the unresponsive transparent crystal and was speechless for a moment.

Doesn't this kid have spiritual roots?

……

Outside the mirror.

"Huh? Why is there no response from the spirit-testing stone? The Demon Lord must have no spiritual roots, right?"

"That's nonsense. The devil can become the number one monk in Tianluo Continent because he has no spiritual roots. I think this old man's spiritual stone is probably fake!"

"Heroes see the same thing, and what you say is absolutely true."

"Me too."

Everyone looked at the picture and unanimously did not believe that Chen Zun had no spiritual roots.

Just kidding, if Chen Zun could cultivate to the top of the world without spiritual roots, then wouldn't those of them with spiritual roots look even more useless?

At this moment, someone suddenly exclaimed.

"Ah, my eyes!"

"Damn it, ice-veined spirit body!"