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

"Benefactor, do you want to enter the immortal path?"

Du Jian's words made Bai Yu's expression moved.

The immortal path is high and above, extraordinary and otherworldly, who doesn't want it?

Du Jian said solemnly:

"Benefactor, you saved my life, I will never forget it for the rest of my life."

"If you have spiritual roots, I will guide you to enter the immortal path."

As he said that, he took out a strange stone from his arms.

This stone is the size of a goose egg, with fluorescent light on it, colorful and very beautiful.

"Benefactor, this is the Xunxian Stone of our Taiyi Sword Sect, put your hand on it, let me see how your spiritual roots are."

Bai Yu was also a little curious and put his hand on it.

Du Jian cast a spell on it, but there was no movement on the Xunxian Stone.

"This, Benefactor, you don't have spiritual roots?"

He didn't believe it, and took the Xunxian Stone himself.

The Xunxian Stone suddenly bloomed with a light green light, illuminating the entire room.

Du Jian sighed in disappointment and said:

"Your benefactor has no spiritual roots, I will ensure that you will be well-off and prosperous for the rest of your life."

Bai Yu didn't care.

Even if he didn't have spiritual roots, he would still embark on the path of immortality.

As for the prosperity in the human world, he could do it himself without relying on others.

He smiled and said:

"At the beginning, I just paid you back twenty cents, I don't deserve Brother Du's politeness."

"You helped me out before, we are even now."

Du Jian insisted:

"This is not about twenty cents, your benefactor gave me the last glimmer of hope and saved my life."

Bai Yu had no choice but to ask him to sit down and pour him tea.

Then he changed the subject and said:

"Brother Du, you can just call me Bai Yu or Xiao Bai in the future."

"By the way, Brother Du, can you tell me what spiritual roots are?"

Du Jian took the tea, took a sip, and said:

"If you want to step into the immortal path, you must have spiritual roots, so that you can sense the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and then draw the energy into your body."

"Spiritual roots are divided into five elements, and there are also high and low qualities. Generally speaking, a single spiritual root is the strongest, called a heavenly spiritual root. The more complex the spiritual roots, the worse the aptitude."

"In addition, there are also special spiritual roots, such as thunder spiritual roots, wind spiritual roots, dark spiritual roots, etc. I am a wind-type special spiritual root."

"But there are exceptions. It is said that in ancient times, there was a saying of five elements of heavenly spiritual roots, and the perfect five elements were the strongest."

Bai Yu was fascinated by what he heard and admired the immortal path even more.

He thought to himself:

"It doesn't matter if I don't have spiritual roots. If I find a way to bury a cultivator, maybe I can get spiritual roots."

"Even if burying one doesn't work, I'll bury a hundred or a thousand."

According to Bai Yu's estimation, cultivators do have overwhelming power over warriors, but they are not invincible.

The Xiantian Grandmaster should be able to fight a few moves with the Qi Refining Cultivator.

Then he can cultivate to the level of Grandmaster or even the God of War, and he can always find a way to bury the cultivator.

Bai Yu chatted with Du Jian for a few more sentences, and the two of them were particularly congenial.

The things in the immortal way were very novel to Bai Yu.

And Bai Yu's experience in the funeral also made Du Jian listen with great interest.

It is said that old people are still as close as new.

Some people are like strangers after spending their whole lives together, while others can talk to each other as soon as they meet, and they regret not meeting each other earlier.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Bai Yu lit the oil lamp and said:

"Brother Du, do you immortals still need to eat?"

"I'm going to cook, what do you want to eat?"

Du Jian looked at Bai Yu eagerly, not like an immortal flying high, but like a child waiting to be fed.

"Eat, eat, everyone in the sect takes fasting pills, and their mouths are bland."

"I will eat whatever Brother Xiaobai cooks."

Bai Yu thought for a while and said:

"Then make a steamed mullet. My old Mo personally caught the fish in the river."

So he cooked a few dishes and asked Old Mo to buy a roast chicken from his master's wife's store.

The two and the dog began to feast on the food and ate very comfortably.

In the evening, Du Jian patted his round belly and said:

"Brother Xiaobai, we get along well. Let's sleep with our feet touching tonight and chat all night."

Bai Yu's tiger body trembled.

Although he knew that the ancients had the habit of sleeping on the same bed and sleeping with their feet touching.

For example, the three brothers Liu, Guan, and Zhang had slept together.

But Bai Yu really couldn't adapt.

He hurriedly said:

"No, no, I have a bed."

Du Jian was surprised:

"Brother Xiaobai, did you get married? Why didn't I see your sister-in-law?"

At this time, Lao Mo got on the bed very skillfully, made the bedding, and got into the bed.

Du Jian was amazed and said that dogs really understood human nature and were comparable to some spiritual beasts.

Bai Yu did not comment and prepared a guest room for Du Jian.

At night, Bai Yu sat cross-legged and thought secretly in his heart.

The scene of Du Jian beheading the Inspector in the daytime gave him a great shock.

The Inspector An Shouxin was of noble birth, high position and power, and was also a big boss in Jiangcheng.

He stamped his feet, and the streets of Jiangcheng would shake three times.

But such a big boss, who everyone could only flatter on weekdays, was killed by a sword, like a dead dog.

If it were an ordinary person, let alone An Shouxin, he would have to flatter even a yamen runner.

But Du Jian dared to kill him on the spot, without any concerns about the court and the An family.

This is the gap between immortals and mortals, and the gap is caused by power.

He suddenly had some enlightenment in his heart.

Courage comes from power.

If you act recklessly without power, it is called recklessness.

With power, there is no fear in the heart, and courage comes from within.

Once Bai Yu realized this, the internal force in his body began to flow rapidly.

He didn't even need to regulate his breath, and it circulated a circle spontaneously.

Bai Yu seemed to have broken through a membrane, his eyes were bright, and he became sharp-eyed and sharp-eared.

He could even clearly hear the sound of insects outside the window.

The spirit is perfect and the energy is full, and courage comes from within.

The eighth-grade divine and brave realm!

After a warrior reaches the seventh grade, he will naturally gain the respect of many people.

When he acts, no one stops him, and everything goes smoothly. If he succeeds in everything, his confidence will increase greatly.

Naturally, he can understand the true meaning of courage coming from within.

But Bai Yu seeks stability in everything, and only shows the strength of the third grade on the surface, so this understanding is a few minutes late.

However, this time is nothing to the immortal.

Bai Yu was in a good mood and fell asleep with Lao Mo in his arms.

What he didn't expect was that in the next few days, Du Jian didn't go to the county governor's mansion at all, but followed Bai Yu around.

The county magistrate and the county magistrate came to invite him several times in succession, but he remained unmoved.

That day, the county magistrate Liu Zi'an came to ask for an audience again.

He was surprised to find that the immortal who was extremely cold outside and killed people when angry was wearing an apron and cooking in the kitchen at this moment.

"Brother Bai, brother Bai, pass me a plate quickly, the food is going to be burnt."

Liu Zi'an looked at Bai Yu on the side, and then at Du Jian, and immediately thought of something wrong.

He respectfully went forward to ask for an audience with the immortal, asking the immortal to come out of the mountain tomorrow.

In his words, he hinted that the immortal should not indulge in male beauty.

There are rumors in Jiangcheng that brothers have high loyalty and immortals do not go to court early.

Bai Yu was listening to it with a black line on his face. What the hell is this?

After getting along with each other, Bai Yu realized that Du Jian seemed cold, but in fact he was a social phobia and did not want to talk to strangers.

In the end, the county magistrate returned empty-handed again.

When he got outside, he said to himself:

"These two are both talented people, they are a perfect match."

Bai Yu's hearing ability increased greatly, and he happened to hear this, and his face was dark.

"What do you mean by perfect match? Liu Zian is so annoying!"

"Can you think of something normal?"

He thought to himself:

"No, I must find a way to get Du Jian to move out, otherwise it will affect my image of being unyielding."