Longevity Through the Path of Survival: Starting with Playing the Suona, Funeral Cultivation Begins

[Acquire the Soul-Destroying Sword Technique (Yellow Rank Middle Grade)]

[Proficiency: 0/10 (not yet started).]

There was an extra stream of information in Bai Yu's mind.

There are three types of Soul-Destroying Knife in total.

One sword cut off the head, two swords cut off the heart, three swords cut off the descendants.

They are all extremely simple and cruel moves.

Bai Yu was very happy, picked up the hatchet for chopping wood, and started practicing in the small yard.

Under the moonlight, Bai Yu moved his sword one move at a time.

Just to the side, a black dog was carrying a small stool and looking at Mengshi's Hundred Herbal Classics sternly.

An hour later, Bai Yu was sweating profusely and his eyes became sharper.

The proficiency of the Soul-Severing Knife has increased by 0.1.

This soul-breaking knife is a martial skill and cannot increase the level of cultivation.

But it can greatly increase actual combat capabilities.

If he masters the Soul-Severing Sword, Bai Yu's actual combat ability should be doubled.

Since then, in addition to attending funerals and practicing boxing, Bai Yu has another goal, practicing swordsmanship.

On the second day, Bai Yu still got up early and came to the front hall.

Zhu Tong was on duty today. He yawned and said:

"Brother Bai is up, are you going to have breakfast?"

Bai Yu responded with a smile:

"Yes, Brother Tong, have you eaten yet? I'll bring you one."

Zhu Tong smiled and said:

"That's a good relationship. Please ask Brother Bai to bring some chopped green onion noodles to Aunt Wang."

"Aunt Wang's stall is clean, large in quantity and affordable. We from Yizhuang all eat there."

Bai Yu nodded and arrived at Yangliu Street opposite.

Eat a bowl of hot scallion noodles and feel comfortable all over.

On Yangliu Street, there are incense candles, paper horses, and snacks and groceries on one side, which is very interesting.

Bai Yu packed some chopped green onion noodles.

This reminded him of the experience of bringing meals to his sons in the dormitory.

The chopped green onion noodles were packed in a big bamboo tube and carried back.

In addition to Zhu Tong, Taoist priest Lin Jiu, Mangzi and even Lao Zhangtou each had a share.

Of course, Lao Mo is indispensable.

Bai Yu carried the chopped green onion noodles and returned to Yizhuang.

Zhu Tong handed over two cents and praised Bai Yu for his kindness.

Bai Yu entered the inner courtyard, where Mangzi was washing his face.

Bai Yu smiled and said:

"Brother Mang, get up. I brought you some noodles and put them on the table."

Mang Zi was stunned on the spot, not knowing what to say.

After Bai Yu left, he looked at Yang Chunmian and remembered what happened yesterday.

After a while, he slapped himself again.

"What am I doing? I deserve to die."

The fact that Bai Yu brought food to everyone aroused a lot of emotions, and he quickly integrated into the small group of Yizhuang.

This morning, Lao Zhangtou brought in five more corpses.

They all starved to death on the streets.

Bai Yu took over the burial work.

A total of 8 points of vitality, 5 points of strength, and 6 points of life experience were obtained.

Although there were more people than yesterday, the funeral rewards were actually smaller.

But Bai Yu is not in a hurry.

There are gains every day, and the strength is steadily increasing. The gods will not change these days.

In the afternoon, Bai Yu and Zhu Tong were chatting in the front hall.

Zhu Tong told Bai Yu vividly how he showed off his glorious deeds in Chunfeng Tower.

Suddenly, a lean young man came in from outside Yizhuang, carrying a corpse on his back.

"You two adults, can you find a place to bury my mother?"

The back of Yizhuang is connected to the mass graves, so it is reasonable to say that it has the responsibility to collect the bones.

However, Zhu Tong's face sank and he said impatiently:

"This is all official land. How can we bury people wherever we want?"

The lean young man had cracked lips and said anxiously:

"Well done, you two. I really can't find a place to bury my mother."

Everywhere in Jiangcheng is owned by an owner, so you can't just dig a hole and bury people.

Zhu Tong said impatiently:

"There's no land, no matter how much you want to be buried, it's only fifty cents per person."

"That's it. If Fifty Wen is out there and wants to find someone to bury, don't even think about it."

The lean young man had no choice but to touch his body again and again, and finally found only forty-six coins.

Zhu Tong took the copper coins and waved his hand:

"That's all, just treat it as a good deed."

"Xiao Bai, you took him to the mass grave to choose a plot of land for burial."

Bai Yu nodded and led the lean young man to dig a hole to bury someone.

Finally, an elegy was played.

[The funeral was successful, with a funeral participation rate of 37%. 】

[Qi and blood +3, life experience +4]

The lean young man glanced at Bai Yu gratefully and silently descended into the mass grave.

Bai Yu returned to the front hall and Zhu Tong handed over eighteen cents.

"As usual, Wu Dewu will draw ten cents from this money, and the rest will be divided equally between us brothers."

"Xiao Bai, you did a good job and didn't say anything because you were soft-hearted."

Bai Yu was silent.

There are unspoken rules for every job you do.

For handymen, simple things must be complicated.

You can't get it done by pushing, blocking, or pushing back, and only then will other people spend money.

If Bai Yu was kind-hearted and relaxed, he would destroy the entire Yizhuang's way of making money.

Then he definitely won't be able to survive here.

Bai Yu understood the secrets here at a glance, but he still felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Zhu Tong rambled on to the side again:

"Xiao Bai, don't think this is because we have no conscience. We only rely on the mountains and rivers, and we can only make money by relying on Yizhuang."

"We only have one hundred pennies per month, and eating chopped green onion noodles costs two pennies. Even if we eat two meals a day like the peasants, it's not enough money. If we don't make some extra money, we will starve to death sooner or later."

"The dead wages are useless. In our industry, we only rely on extra money to survive."

Bai Yu smiled and nodded.

"Brother Tong is right. I have a stomachache right now. Brother Tong, you stay here and I'll go to the bathroom."

As he said that, he walked out of the gate of the charity cemetery.

Zhu Tong looked at Bai Yu's back, shook his head, and said to himself:

"Why go out when you have a stomachache? The toilet is inside."

"This kid still has a guilty conscience."

"When you are hungry one day, you will know how to trade your conscience for firewood, rice, sauce, vinegar and tea."

While talking to himself, he subconsciously turned his head and suddenly saw Taoist Lin Jiu standing behind him.

"Master Lin."

Taoist Lin Jiu ignored him and looked out the door thoughtfully.

At this time, Bai Yu ran all the way along the official road and soon caught up with the thin young man.

The thin young man was under a tree, looking up at the branch, on which a belt was hung.

He encountered a sudden change, lost his father and mother one after another, and spent all his savings.

At this moment, he had reached a dead end and had the will to die in his heart.

Seeing this, Bai Yu hurriedly stepped forward and stuffed a string of copper coins:

"Wait a minute, brother. I charged too much just now. I'll return it to you."

The young man looked at the copper coins in his hand with great surprise. There were a total of twenty coins.

These twenty coins rekindled his hope.

He knew that there was no reason to think that the money in the charity cemetery was too much, so this must have been sent back by the young man in front of him.

The thin young man bowed to Bai Yu solemnly:

"I am Du Jian. Thank you for playing the music to bury my mother and thank you for your financial support."

"If Du Jian can become successful in the future, he will never forget your kindness."

"I don't know your name."

Bai Yu waved his hand and said:

"It's not a big favor. Just call me Bai Yu."

"By the way, what are your plans for the future?"

Du Jian glanced into the distance and said:

"I heard that there are traces of immortals on Jiming Mountain. I want to go and try my luck."

"Well, I wish you a safe journey."