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

Bai Yu carried the camp Sima Song Ling on his back and turned left and right in the mountains and forests, resting several times on the way.

Finally, the two came to a flat land covered with thatch.

The thatch was taller than a person, and it was endless and I didn't know how wide it was.

Song Ling said:

"Lao Liu, we are home. This is the Taoyuan Valley base."

Bai Yu said unhappily:

"I am so tired that my calves are cramping. Sima Song, please don't make fun of me."

"This is obviously a thatched field, how can there be any human habitation?"

The thatched field in front of him did not show any traces of human activities at all, let alone a large army hidden in it.

Song Ling smiled mysteriously and said:

"Today, I will open your eyes. Lao Liu, let me down."

He got off Bai Yu, then took out a sleeve arrow and shot it into the air.

The sleeve arrow rose into the air, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

"Wait, someone will come to pick us up soon."

Song Ling had recovered a lot of energy at this time and began to exercise.

Sure enough, not long after, a group of rebels emerged from the reeds.

They all held crossbows and pointed at Bai Yu and the other two.

"Password!"

Song Ling pinched the strange magic formula with both hands and said:

"Three rivers flow and red lotus blooms, and Maitreya in the sky comes down to earth."

"I am Song Ling from Xishan Camp."

The rebels put away their hostility and asked:

"It turns out to be Sima Song. Today is not the day to receive food. Why did you come to the old camp?"

Song Ling said:

"Don't mention it. I don't know why the cavalry of Xuanwu Army broke through the Cangyin formation and wiped out the Xishan Camp."

"I had to come to the old camp for help and then set up the Xishan Camp."

The rebels muttered:

"It seems that the situation on the front line is not good. Beikui Camp was also broken a few days ago."

Song Ling was shocked:

"So the heavenly soldiers suffered heavy losses. I don't know how long it will take to recover."

He took a step and was about to go in.

Bai Yu was overjoyed and followed quietly.

Finally approaching the core camp of the rebels!

Then he will be able to approach the rebel cultivators.

As long as they can find a way to kill the rebel cultivators, the rebels will naturally collapse.

However, at this moment, a long sword pointed directly at Bai Yu's throat.

"Sima Song, who is this?"

The rebel sergeant looked at Bai Yu vigilantly, with a dangerous light in his eyes.

Seeing this, Song Ling hurried forward and stopped in front of the two:

"Lao Liu is one of us."

"This time, thanks to him, he carried me back from the battlefield, otherwise I would have been killed by the Xuanwu Army."

The rebel sergeant said firmly:

"Except for the camp Sima and above, no one else is allowed to go in without a reason!"

Bai Yu's heart sank.

He remained calm on the surface, but his brain was working fast.

At this time, the more he wanted to go in, the more suspicious he was.

So he said:

"Sima Song, then I will take you here, I will leave first."

He bowed to Song Ling and pretended to leave.

Song Ling was anxious instead:

"Old Liu, don't go. The Xuanwu Army is searching the mountains everywhere. Where can you go?"

He pulled Bai Yu and turned to the rebel sergeant and said:

"Brother, Old Liu is one of us. He is also the only one left in Xishan Camp. We need his help to rebuild Xishan Camp in the future."

"Besides, I am seriously injured and need someone to take care of me. Let Old Liu carry me in."

The rebel sergeant pondered for a moment and said:

"It's not impossible to let him in, but he needs to practice the Blood Evil Art."

Bai Yu's heart moved.

He had heard of the name of the Blood Evil Art when he was in Xishan Camp.

This is a very evil skill. After practicing it, people can quickly increase their strength.

But the deeper the practice, the shorter the life span.

And after practicing, they can only obey the orders of the Red Lotus Sect.

Once they betray, the Feng Shui masters of the Red Lotus Sect can make people explode and die with just a little secret method.

The rebels used this technique to quickly produce a group of core warriors to compete with the elite of the Xuanwu Army.

Seeing that Bai Yu didn't speak, Song Ling pulled him aside and whispered:

"Don't worry, Lao Liu, practicing the first level of the Blood Evil Art won't have much impact."

"And if you go back now and run into the Xuanwu Army, you might die on the spot."

Bai Yu pretended to hesitate, but in fact he didn't care about it.

The Blood Evil Art affects life span and consumes blood?

He is immortal, and his blood is extremely strong.

As for the rebel Feng Shui master who wants to use this to control him, it is simply a daydream.

You must know that Bai Yu himself is also a second-level Feng Shui master, which is already much stronger than most Feng Shui masters.

Bai Yu pretended to hesitate and thought about it, and finally nodded and agreed.

The rebel sergeant taught Bai Yu the Blood Evil Art, and then boiled a bowl of talisman water for Bai Yu to drink.

The route of the first level of the Blood Evil Art is very simple, and Bai Yu can master it in a moment.

As long as you absorb the evil spirit and combine it with the blood essence, the blood evil internal force will be born.

The rebel sergeant saw Bai Yu cultivate a trace of blood evil internal force with his own eyes, and then he was satisfied to take the two in.

Bai Yu and the other two followed the rebel team into the reed field. Every time they walked a distance, they would encounter a pile of rocks.

These piles of rocks seemed to be the center of a certain Feng Shui formation.

After encountering the rocks, sometimes turn left, sometimes turn right.

After turning seven or eight times, everyone's eyes suddenly opened up and they actually came to an open plain.

In the core of the plain, there was a heavily guarded camp, with rows of soldiers patrolling around.

Judging from the size, this camp probably had tens of thousands of elite soldiers.

Finally, they entered the core area of ​​the rebels.

Bai Yu was surprised and happy, and he was very alert.

After entering the camp, Song Ling seemed to be at home, as if he had returned home, and greeted the passing generals from time to time.

Not long after, Song Ling entered the big tent in the center of the camp.

Bai Yu was treated as an attendant and placed in another tent to wait.

There were already more than a dozen people in the tent, all of whom were attendants and guards of the generals from various places. They pushed cards and played rock-paper-scissors, shouting and making a lot of noise.

Seeing Bai Yu coming in, a tall and strong man laughed and said:

"It's strange today. Which general Sima only brought one personal guard?"

Others laughed and said:

"It looks like the Beikui Camp. They were all wiped out and came to the old camp to ask for soldiers."

The army values ​​strength the most. If you are weak, you are destined to be excluded.

Sure enough, the other personal guards were arrogant and ignored Bai Yu.

Bai Yu was too lazy to talk to them. After patrolling for a week, he saw a man sitting in the corner.

The man was thin and alone, and he didn't fit in with everyone.

When he saw Bai Yu, he smiled kindly.

Seeing this, Bai Yu walked up to the man and bowed:

"Xishan Camp, Liu Huan."

The man also stood up and returned the greeting:

"Beikui Camp, Ding Yiyuan."

The beginning of the first yuan, this is the text in the Book of Changes. It seems that this man is still a cultured person.

The two met and sat aside to chat, and they quickly became familiar with each other.

When the conversation got to a harmonious point, Bai Yu asked:

"Did you also practice the Blood Evil Art when you came in, Old Ding?"

Ding Yiyuan said:

"Yes, outsiders who enter this camp must practice the Blood Evil Art."

Bai Yu lowered his voice and said:

"Have you heard about it? Practicing this Blood Evil Art will shorten your life."

Ding Yiyuan nodded and said:

"There is such a rumor, but it is not all bad. I heard that this Blood Evil Art has another benefit."

"What benefit?"

"I heard that after practicing to the third level, there is a secret method that can increase combat power several times."