The banquet is going on, the celebration is going on, and many children and adults are curious about this third uncle (third grandpa), who is an immortal master.
When he woke up the next day and arrived in the courtyard, Lu Xuanji placed a black stone: "Let's test the spiritual roots."
"Second Uncle, can this test spiritual roots?"
a certain nephew asked.
"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 it's a pity 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 this nephew with some confusion. This nephew was already in his twenties.
"The Immortal Master just stayed for a while and then left. When I arrived, the Immortal Master just happened to leave!"
said the nephew.
"What a pity! Then come and test it too!"
Lu Xuanji said.
Every year, monks walk around the mortal 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 he had no spiritual roots.
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 who had given birth to spiritual roots was only over fifteen hundred.
There are many small cultivation families with only a dozen or so monks.
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 walking away from a distance.
Just waiting like this.
"Master, let's go back!"
At this moment, the concubine next to me 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 watched 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.
"You go back!"
Lu Xuanxin said, "It's a little chilly outside!"
"Master, I'm not cold!" the concubine said.
"Then let's go back too!"
Lu Xuanxin said.
"Yes, sir!" 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.
My legs are a little numb.
After just standing for a while, my body couldn't bear it anymore.
A trace of sadness flashed through Lu Xuanxin. He was an innate warrior. Back then, he relied on his powerful physique and amazing martial arts skills to wear battle armor and fight monsters. 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 great expectations.
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 miss you!"
Lu Xuanxin said, grabbing Fengpeng directly and no longer enduring anything.
The concubine flashed a blush and her resistance became weak.
Soon, a pile of clothes was left on the bed.
The two figures were entangled together, fighting and killing to their heart's content.
Just a moment later, Lu Xuanxin was lying on the bed with his concubine next to him.
He wants to prove that he is not old yet by sleeping with women.
But during the battle, 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, with eight dragons on it, guarding a sun, with clouds flying around it, and exquisite patterns 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 my hand was polished, as if touching the jade hand of a beautiful woman.
He took out the relics and placed them on the table.
In the box, there is also a book called "The Demonic Book of White Bones".
The White Bone Demonic Sutra is a technique that originated from the demonic path. It is often scattered everywhere by demonic cultivators. It is easy for "destined people" to obtain the magic cultivating 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 through the fusion of 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 silver texture. A fifth-grade spiritual treasure can be
It evolves into a golden texture. When it evolves into nine patterns, it represents the perfection of the magic weapon.】
With somewhat trembling hands, Lu Xuanxin took the bone relic and observed it carefully. The three golden textures on it were particularly special.