Master Fu does not envy immortals

Chapter 5 Miscellaneous Spirit Roots

There is no custom of cremation in this world, the more elegant the family, the bigger the coffin.Jiang Hu's status in the mortal world is at least an outsider, so his coffin is naturally not too small.

Not to mention the weight, the size alone cannot be moved by one person.

Jiang Qiongxing has no awe for the cultivators, and if Shi Yueren dares to ask for it, she dares to pay the money.

Shi Yueren, who had received forty copper coins, stuffed them into his bosom with satisfaction, and raised his hand to take off the burden he had been carrying behind his back: "I'll show you a hand!"

Jiang Qiongxing, who had experienced the era of information explosion, stood beside her, with a well-informed look on her face. She felt that this person was not a serious immortal cultivator, but a great dancer.

If she hadn't been slightly startled by the illusion earlier, she would never have paid this money.

Shi Yueren shook off the dusty furoshiki, revealing the contents inside.

It was a very inconspicuous long sword.

The blade is slender, gray and black, without any decorations. I don't know if it is the same color, or it has gone through too many winds and frosts like Shi Yueren and hasn't been washed. At first glance, I thought it was a fire stick.

"The blacksmith in our town also knows how to carve a scabbard..."

Before Jiang Qiongxing could finish his sarcasm, Shi Yueren drew his sword out of its sheath.

The slender sword blade with a cold light was pulled out from the ordinary scabbard, and the sharpness was exposed, like a moonlight shining on the snow, illuminating the room for a while.

Jiang Qiongxing was speechless.

At this moment, she finally realized the difference between a mortal's sword and an immortal's sword.

A world of difference.

Such a good sword, but Shi Yueren didn't care about the weapon.

He threw the sword into the air casually, and made a trick. The long and slender sword that looked like it might break at any time floated to the bottom of the coffin, and it actually lifted the huge coffin like this!

Shi Yueren squeezed his hand and drew it in his direction. The sword obeyed his order and floated tremblingly out of the main hall holding the coffin. Because the sword was completely covered by the coffin, it looked as if the coffin floated out by itself.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Qiongxing's expression changed several times, until Shi Yueren cheerfully reminded her: "Let's go, you lead the way."

Only then did she come to her senses, and while walking outside, she asked, "Are you a sword cultivator?"

"Yes," Shi Yueren followed her, "little girl, although you call yourself a mortal, why do I think you know a lot about the world of cultivating immortals?"

"My father taught it before he was alive. He originally hoped that I could ascend to immortality." Jiang Qiongxing said casually.

Thinking of her nickname, Shi Yueren nodded without much surprise: "Then you tested what the spiritual root is? Five spiritual roots?"

With Jiang Hu's three spiritual roots, it is impossible to give birth to a child without spiritual roots.

Jiang Qiongxing paused slightly, turned his head and glanced at him: "No, it's miscellaneous spirit roots."

"Hey! It's quite rare." Shi Yueren stroked his beard and asked, "Do you know the difference between miscellaneous spirit roots and five spirit roots?"

Jiang Qiongxing walked to the cemetery outside the town on his own, ignoring him.

Shi Yueren felt that it was boring, and he was ignored, so he wanted to say: "Actually, the two are similar, but the five spiritual roots are like five bamboos, which have nothing to do with each other. Those with more spiritual roots will be slower to practice at most; while the miscellaneous spiritual roots are like vines, entangled with each other. No matter what attribute of spiritual energy enters the meridian, it will be mixed together."

Jiang Qiongxing didn't even look back, and led him and the coffin through the quiet alley.

Jiang Hu also said the same.

Ever since he lost his hope of ascension, he returned to the mortal world to marry a wife and have children, pinning all his hopes on the children.It is said that in order to improve the child's aptitude, he took advantage of his wife's pregnancy to toss a lot of weird folk remedies.

Wait until the age of seven to test the spiritual root, it is indeed a rare spiritual root.

But it is very rare to waste.

Bai worked hard.

"I know I can't become a cultivator, so I never thought about this, I just want to be a mortal in peace." Jiang Qiongxing said.

What's wrong with being a mortal?
Hearing the child's old-fashioned words, Shi Yueren couldn't help laughing: "You can't say that. Although it is really difficult to cultivate miscellaneous spiritual roots, as long as you have spiritual roots, there is hope. Even if you didn't have a suitable mental method before, you can find a way to create your own!"

Easy to say.

Just as Jiang Qiongxing was about to open his mouth to refute, the door of a house next to him suddenly opened with a "squeak".

An old nun came out with a basket, met Shang Shiyue's gaze, and then saw the coffin floating behind him.

The old mammy exclaimed, froze in place, and was about to faint when she saw it.

He deliberately chose the road with few people, but Jiang Qixing, who was still frightening, rushed forward to hold the old mammy's arm: "Mammy, don't be afraid, he is a cultivator."

Shi Yueren gave an annoyed "tsk", and was so busy talking all the way just now that he forgot to use a trick.

The old mama didn't know if she heard Jiang Qiongxing's explanation, but after a while, she slowly recovered.

Seeing the person supporting her clearly, she forgot the coffin floating in mid-air, and grabbed Jiang Qiongxing's hand with her backhand: "Miss? Are you sick? I went to deliver food two days ago, and your aunt said you were sick and wouldn't let me in... I specially slaughtered an old hen to make soup today, and I am going to send it to you."

"I'm fine." Facing the old nanny, Jiang Qiongxing's attitude was very gentle, "Give me the chicken soup, I'll drink it when I get back."

"Hey, good." The old nanny agreed, probably treating Shi Yueren as a servant, and handed him the basket directly.

Even if she was not interested in cultivating immortals, Jiang Qiongxing would not be so courageous as to use immortal cultivators as servants. She was about to explain, but saw Shi Yueren took it without caring at all.

"Miss, are you leaving town?" the old nanny asked again.

Jiang Qiongxing had no choice but to swallow back the words he wanted to say, and replied: "Yes, I will leave after I sell the rest of the shop at home."

The old mother sighed, and said for a moment: "It's okay, you have so much property as a child, there will always be jealous people, why don't you live in peace with your relatives."

Jiang Qiongxing didn't say that the aunt's family had been driven away, and said with a smile: "But my father left a will before his death, saying that the ancestral house cannot be sold, and I have to ask you to take care of it."

"Don't worry." The old mammy grabbed her hand and squeezed it, her eyes were loving as if she was looking at her own child, "Mommy must take good care of it."

Saying goodbye to Mammy, the two left the alley.

In front is the peach forest in the suburbs. This time, Shi Yueren didn't scare the passers-by any more. He made a hand trick and turned into four coolies with rough cloth bunts, and carried the coffin forward.

"Give me the basket." Jiang Qiongxing stretched out his hand.

"It's okay, you're only a big man, if you knocked it over, wouldn't you disappoint your mother's good intentions?" Not only did Shi Yueren not give it, but he raised the basket a little higher, so that she couldn't reach it, "But then again, who is that mother? Why do you live outside by yourself?"

"The cook I hired three years ago," Jiang Qiongxing said, "She lives with her son's family."

"Oh..." Shi Yue grabbed a peach blossom on the treetop beside him and chewed it in his mouth. "Then what do you mean by telling her you are leaving? Where are you going?"

"It's nothing. I just plan to live in another place. I should go to the capital. I heard that there will be a protective formation there, which can resist the attacks of immortal cultivators."

Shi Yueren raised his eyebrows: "You are such an adult, you think a lot. Don't worry, immortal cultivators usually don't do it in places where mortals gather."

"Not in the past, but not necessarily in the future." Jiang Qiongxing gave him a meaningful look, did not give him a chance to ask, and stopped, "Here we are, right here."

(End of this chapter)