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

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 landform 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 remains."

He sighed heavily.

"Lin Jiu is 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 that piece.

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

The broken sword and the broken robe, but Uncle Jiu's figure was nowhere to be found.

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

She just hugged her stomach, tears flowing down uncontrollably.

Bai Yu was afraid that his master's wife would have an accident, 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.

"The dew on the leek, how easy is it to dry, the dew will fall again tomorrow, when will the dead return."

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

Life is like morning dew, fleeting.

When will the dead return?

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

At the end of the song, Bai Yu stood at the grave, unwilling to leave for a long time.

He suddenly drew 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.

As for the rebels, although he hated the casualties and dangers they brought, he did not have the idea of ​​​​definitely destroying the rebels.

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

But now, the death of Uncle Jiu 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 plan for the long term and make a full plan.

At night, he lit an oil lamp.

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

[Playing Suona: Great Success. ]

Unintentionally, 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 has always been reluctant to pass on this second volume to him, even at the last moment he told Bai Yu not to learn it, otherwise he would be stained with 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 martial arts world.

Uncle Jiu broke through the earth master, and the funeral procession was killed without a burial place.

There was also the wicked Wu, who made a fortune 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 in my own hands, not in the hands of 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 the Yin Fu Jing.

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

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 earth master, funeral master, etc.

Bai Yu was fascinated by it. After reading one volume, 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), Zhu You (Mastery), Blood Fu (Practice Makes Perfect), Corpse Refining (Getting a Glimpse of the Way). ]

All along, the Burial Record could only open one page.

I didn't expect that this time the second page would be opened.

Although I don't know what it does, I think there must be something else.

According to the above information, Bai Yu is now a second-level Feng Shui Master, practicing 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 the immortal foundation builders.

Bai Yu secretly said:

"If I can successfully advance to Earth Master, then Uncle Jiu's revenge plan will be more likely to succeed."

Suppress the rebels and kill the evil cultivators, this must be done.

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

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

He was accumulating strength and saving money for the shop.

During the funeral, he got more news.

After the flood 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 several marginal disciples, but they didn't get anything out of them.

In addition, the county governor 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 came back.

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 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 is the rebels, and the real enemy is also the rebels.

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

After a few days, 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 had no problem dealing with ordinary funerals.

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

Bai Yu stepped forward and said:

"Master's wife, I will be away for a while and come to say goodbye to you."

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

"Your master will not let you do this, it is too dangerous."

Bai Yu said:

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

"Wait for the little junior brother to be born in a few months, and I will 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 whistling.

A figure carrying a long sword disappeared into the night.