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

Bai Yu worked hard for a month to attend the funeral, and his strength improved by leaps and bounds.

One month later, calm returned to Jiangcheng inside and outside.

The people in the city survived the disaster, cheered loudly, and started celebrating with gongs and drums.

The rebels were completely wiped out, and almost all the top rebels died.

Du Jian and senior sister Liu Yan'er were preparing to return to the mountain.

Bai Yu personally cooked a table of delicious dishes to bid farewell to the two of them.

Ginseng rooster, steamed mullet, steamed shrimp head...

Everyone was full of wine and food, and chatting happily.

Du Jian repeatedly expressed his wish to make Baiyu rich and noble for the rest of his life.

Bai Yu refused.

"I got my wealth for myself, Brother Du doesn't have to worry about it."

He didn't want to be taken care of by Du Jian, so he felt like he was being taken care of.

In the end, Du Jian insisted on leaving two bottles of elixir, saying that after taking them, people would be free from illness and disaster and live to be over sixty.

In this era, sixty is already an advanced age, and seventy is rare.

Du Jian said that if Brother Bai doesn't accept it, he won't leave.

They eat from Brother Bai, drink from Brother Bai, and even sleep with Brother Bai.

Bai Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he collected the elixir and gave it to his wife to take in the future.

After bidding farewell to Du Jian, Bai Yu's life began to return to peace.

Funerals, martial arts training, meditation and immortality, and cooking for the master’s wife in her free time.

Don't be impatient, the years will be quiet.

That night, Bai Yu sat cross-legged.

His eyes were slightly closed, as if sleeping but not asleep, breathing with a strange melody.

After an unknown amount of time, his skin began to turn red and his body gradually became warm.

As he breathed in and out, a subtle fire-attribute spiritual energy was absorbed into his body.

This subtle spiritual energy circulated in his body for a week, and was refined by him into a fire-attributed spiritual power.

After a while, Bai Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

"I finally succeeded in introducing Qi into my body. It took more than half a month to create the sense of Qi and introduce Qi into my body. It seems that this spiritual root is really bad."

However, for immortals, it doesn’t matter how bad their qualifications are, they can use endless time to make up for it.

At this time, the burial record in Bai Yu's mind turned to the third page!

[Sub-professional: One level of Qi refining (2%)]

[Kung Fu: Red Flame Jue (Integration and Comprehension)]

[Supernatural Powers and Spells: Sutra of Nourishing Corpses (a first glimpse into the door). 】

[Skills: None yet. 】

Although the Cultivation Panel is simple, it represents endless hope.

I don’t know how many people have no chance to step into the path of cultivating immortals.

Bai Yu thought for a while and passed the Red Flame Technique to Lao Mo, hoping that he could also practice it.

Another half month later, the wife gave birth to a son safely.

According to Jiu Shu's will, he was named Lin Shouzhuo.

Everyone hopes to be smart when they raise their children, but I have been deceived by being smart all my life.

Uncle Jiu is extremely talented in Yin and Yang Feng Shui.

However, he died in the fate of a Feng Shui master.

Uncle Jiu hopes that his descendants will follow the right path, be diligent and humble, and never be contaminated by Feng Shui again.

Bai Yu looked at Lin Shouzhuo, whose facial features were very similar to Uncle Jiu's, and was filled with emotion.

After another half a year, the master's wife recovered her health, and little Shouzhuo also grew up healthily.

Bai Yu arrived at his wife's home:

"Master's wife, Uncle Jiu once left a last word that there will be no peace in the southern realm. He asked me to take you out of Jiangcheng."

"Uncle Ninth was promoted to Earth Master before he left. He may have seen something."

Although the mistress was reluctant to leave, she thought it was her lover's last words and nodded in agreement.

She hugged Xiao Shouzhuo and said:

"In a month or two, I'll go visit his grave."

Bai Yu took care of himself and returned home.

Now that he has decided to leave, he has many things to deal with.

The captain of the corpse collection team in Jiangcheng must resign, the business shop must be transferred, and the employees in the shop must be settled.

The most important thing is.

Revenge when there is hatred, revenge when there is hatred!

"Old Mo, Lao Mo, get the little black book!"

Lao Mo cheered and took out a small black book from his small bag.

It records the grudges in Jiangcheng over the years.

"Steward Wu, nicknamed Wicked Wu, asked for a bribe of 300 Wen, and was rewarded with 50 Liang of silver for bribery, which he later returned. He also took another 1 penny to buy food and wine, which was a covert bribe of 50 Wen."

"Manager Wu, if you are greedy for ink, you will be rewarded with ten taels of silver."

"Second Master Zuo of the Black Wolf Gang collected protection fees once or twice..."

"The big carp in Qingjiang Bay hit my tail when I went into the water to catch fish."

"The mouse in my house chewed up my little book. The mouse and I are at odds with each other!!!"

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Bai Yu looked at the little black book and snorted coldly.

Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. It's not that they won't be repaid because the time has not come yet.

You can choose to do evil, but every bad thing you do will become black smoke on your ancestors' graves.

Bai Yu put on his night clothes with a murderous look on his face:

"Special operation to get to the bottom of things, let's go!"

"Wuhu~"

One person and one dog disappeared into the darkness.

Of course, for safety reasons, Lao Mo will not show up and will only lurk in the dark.

A few days later, there was another storm in Jiangcheng.

First, he was the former Tiger Master of the Black Wolf Gang, and later he joined the Money Gang and prospered, but he died mysteriously in Qihongyuan.

Immediately afterwards, Manager Wu broke his leg, his home was ransacked, and the Wu family's ancestral graves were dug up.

Then I couldn't take it anymore.

The ancestral graves of the Lang family of the Black Wolf Gang, the Mao family of the Shenli sect, and the Xiao family were dug up one after another.

Even the ancestral tombs of An Jia'an and Shouxin's lineage among the four major aristocratic families were not spared.

The coffin boards were smashed, the bones were dug out, and they were mixed with the pig bones and burned as relics.

An Shouxin's descendants looked at the relics on the ground and couldn't figure out how their ancestors could explode all the relics.

Moreover, the murderer was extremely arrogant and left a note.

"The grave digger is Cai Kun!"

Everyone in Jiangcheng who had a grudge against Bai Yu had their roots cut off within a month.

Later, Bai Yu became more comfortable with the planing, and he also planed all the people who usually did evil things.

His tomb robbing skills have gradually improved, and he has reached the point where he has achieved some success.

This guy can practice martial arts much faster than Bai Yu.

A legend began to spread throughout Jiangcheng.

Some people say that he is an evil thief who specializes in robbing tombs and causing harm to other people's ancestral tombs.

"Cai Kun, you have done all the bad things."

“Wherever Cai Kun goes, the ancestral tombs disappear!”

Some people also say that he is a knight who punishes evil and promotes good.

He once beheaded a rebel marshal with one sword, and he would also fight against injustice and kill small gangsters who oppressed good people.

If someone does something bad, Cai Kun, the gravedigger hero, will descend from the sky and dig up his family's ancestral graves.

People affectionately call him "The Gravedigger".

But all this has nothing to do with Bai Yu.

At this time, he had taken care of everything and took his wife north to leave the capital.

When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and goes away, hiding his merit and fame.

The business shop has been transferred and the employees have been settled.

Even the bronze-armored corpse Mangzi was buried in an eye of earth and trapped using a great Feng Shui formation.

Bai Yu was sitting on a boat, the river was misty and rainy, the shadow of the river city was getting smaller and smaller, and the noise of the crowd was no longer in his ears.

Farewell, apricot blossoms and misty rain in Jiangnan.

Farewell, those ridiculous years.