The banquet continues, the celebration continues, and many children and adults are curious about this third uncle (third grandfather), who is an immortal master.
When he woke up the next day and arrived in the courtyard, Lu Xuanji placed a black stone and said, "Let's test the spiritual roots."
"Second uncle, can this test spiritual roots?"
asked a certain nephew.
"Exactly! As long as you have spiritual roots, you can become an immortal master. I don't mind even five spiritual roots!" Lu Xuanji said, "Have you tested it?"
"I've tested it, but unfortunately it's not available!"
A certain nephew showed a look of disappointment and said, "I tested it in the county."
"I don't!"
Another nephew said.
"No, monks come to the county every year to test spiritual roots. Why didn't you participate?" Lu Xuanji looked at his nephew with some confusion. This nephew is already in his twenties.
"Master Immortal, he just stayed for a while and then left. When I arrived, Master Immortal just left!"
said the nephew.
"What a pity! Then come and test it too!"
Lu Xuanji said.
Every year, monks walk around the world, testing spiritual roots for mortals, but there are also many mortals who miss their spiritual roots.
The nephew was overjoyed and stepped forward to test it, but found that there was no spiritual root.
One by one, the nephews came forward to test, but found that they had no spiritual roots.
Another nephew stepped forward to test his spiritual roots, but there were still no spiritual roots.
Everyone came with great interest and finally left disappointed.
"This is the normal rhythm!"
Lu Xuanji smiled.
Among mortals, it is very difficult to give birth to spiritual roots.
In the past, there were two million humans in the Lu family's territory, but the number of monks with spiritual roots was only over 1,500.
There are many small cultivating families with only a dozen or so cultivators.
As for the last time I missed it, I happened to meet a Tianlinggen like Ye Feixue. It was extremely lucky.
After the test, he said goodbye and left.
"Brother, I have to leave!"
Lu Xuanji said.
"farewell!"
Lu Xuanxin said.
After saying hello, Lu Xuanji left Beihe Town, feeling a little sad in his heart.
The eldest brother is already over seventy years old. According to mortal age, he is considered an old man and does not have many years to live.
Maybe if you lie down today, you won't be able to get up tomorrow.
This separation may be an eternal farewell.
…
The autumn wind is bleak, blowing slightly chilly from the north, the leaves are falling, and the originally dense vegetation has become bleak and deserted.
Standing at the entrance of the village, Lu Xuanxin looked blank as he watched his third brother walk away from a distance.
Just waiting like this.
"Master, let's go back!"
At this moment, the concubine next to him spoke.
"I see!"
Lu Xuanxin said.
It seemed that he was getting old, his legs were a little numb, and he walked to the side.
The concubine looked at it and stepped forward to help him.
Lu Xuanxin stood on the stone at the entrance of the village, still looking at it dreamily.
The concubine sat quietly beside her, waiting for the master.
"Go back!"
Lu Xuanxin said, "It's a little cold outside!"
"Master, I'm not cold!" the concubine said.
"Then let's go back too!"
Lu Xuanxin said.
"Yes, Master!" the concubine said, stepping forward to help him and walking towards his home.
When I got home, I lay on the kang and just clicked.
The concubine obediently stepped forward and rubbed his legs.
There is some numbness in the legs.
After just standing for a moment, my body couldn't take it anymore.
Lu Xuanxin flashed with sadness. He was an innate warrior. He used to rely on his strong body and amazing martial arts skills to fight monsters while wearing battle armor. He also relied on the strength of the battle armor and the sharpness of the broadsword to cut hard. Killed an immortal master.
But he is still a mortal. After reaching the age of seventy, his energy and blood are declining, and just standing outside for a while is a bit too much.
"Old! Old!"
Lu Xuanxin said unwillingly.
Innate warriors are still mortals and cannot live forever.
It's just that at the age of seventy, the Qi and blood have declined, and you are getting old.
But the third brother is also in his fifties, but he is as youthful as a twenty-eight-year-old boy, like the rising sun, exuding hot energy and blood, exuding youth and high spirits.
In a daze, it was like his childhood, when his parents asked him to have his spiritual roots tested with expectation.
As a result, he has no spiritual roots.
Without spiritual roots, one can only become a mortal.
Soon after, his mother sent him down Ziyang Mountain.
At that time, his mother cried very sadly and was very reluctant to leave him, but she still sent him away.
"Master, what are you thinking about?"
the concubine asked.
"I want you!"
Lu Xuanxin said.
The concubine flashed a blush, and her resistance became weak.
Soon, the fighting between men and women began.
After having fun, Lu Xuanxin lay on the bed with his concubine next to him.
He wanted to prove that he was not old yet through the battle just now.
He has been refusing to accept his old age and wants to prove that he is still young and that he is still the powerful innate warrior who can kill immortal masters on the second level of Qi training.
But in the battle just now, it was proved that he was old and powerless.
…
A few days later, in the study.
Click!
Click!
With a loud noise, a box opened.
This box is made of rare metal. There are eight dragons on it, guarding a sun. There are clouds flying around, and exquisite patterns are rising and falling, undergoing drastic changes.
There are exquisite mechanisms inside, which cannot be opened without special techniques.
Click!
With a noise, the box opened.
In the box, there is a relic, which seems to be forged from white bones. It has three golden textures on it, like a beautiful work of art.
Taking out this relic, the palm of his hand was polished, as if he were touching the jade hand of a beautiful woman.
He took out the relic and placed it on the table.
In the box, there is also a book called "The Demonic Book of White Bones".
The White Bone Magic Sutra is a technique that originated from the devil's path. It is often scattered everywhere by demon cultivators. It is easy for "predestined people" to obtain the magic cultivator's technique.
This is the difference between demonic cultivators and righteous cultivators.
The righteous monks use various methods to monopolize the high-level skills and prohibit the leakage of the skills; but the devil cultivators deliberately scatter the magic skills all over the world, and it is easy to obtain high-level skills under some coincidences.
The White Bone Demon Sutra, a supreme skill from the White Bone Demon Sect, can be practiced up to the third level of Nascent Soul.
Among the White Bone Demonic Scriptures, there is also a book that describes the refining methods of the seven magic weapons of the devil.
There is also a description of the bone relics above.
[The white bone relic is the first of the supreme magic weapons of the White Bone Demon Sect. It is made by merging the supreme methods of magic and Buddhism. The magic weapon is initially colorless, but when it becomes a fourth-grade spiritual treasure, it evolves into a silvery texture. A fifth-grade spiritual treasure can be Evolves golden texture. When nine Dao patterns evolve, it represents the perfection of the magical instrument. 】
With somewhat trembling hands, Lu Xuanxin held the bone relic and observed it carefully. The three golden textures on it were particularly special.
