The practice of martial arts does not rely heavily on spiritual roots, but has its own independent aptitude judgment mechanism.
Generally speaking, the entry qualification requirements for practicing martial arts are far less strict than those for cultivating immortals.
Even in the former empire, a place where "spiritual roots" could be bought with money, the number of people taking the martial arts route was several times higher than the legal route.
Of course, the entry level is the entry level, and the road behind is not necessarily easier than the immortal path. The number of people reaching the top level, martial arts has no advantage at all.
"The Yin-Yang Five Elements Jue? It's a rugged road for desperate people."
"The Heavenly Way is fifty, the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine."
"..."
"Your name is Lei Rulong?" Bai Mo said, suddenly looking at the bearded man next to him.
"A certain family is exactly that!"
After hearing this, Bai Mo took out a mysterious compass from the space ring.
"Just in case, I'd better confirm it."
"Put your finger in the middle of the compass."
"?"
After all, the big man has been around the world for many years. He knows that there are all kinds of curses in this world, so how dare he listen to a stranger.
Even this stranger looks very extraordinary.
"The owner of this compass is an old acquaintance of mine. Now I have some doubts that you are his descendant."
"..."
"What evidence do you have?" It was difficult for him to believe what the other party said based on just one word.
"Evidence? Compass said you are, does this count as evidence?"
"Of course not, you were the one who took out the compass..."
"Forget it, it turns out I'm still not good at reasoning."
"?!"
Although he didn't understand what happened, Lei Rulong relied on his many years of experience and instinctively picked up his Huanshou knife for defense.
"?"
Such a turn of events stunned the girl from the historian who was eating melon on the side and thought it was some kind of tragic ethical drama.
"Too slow."
The white ink turned his palm into a blade and gently patted Lei Rulong's right wrist holding the knife. He felt as if he was struck by lightning and had to drop the knife in pain.
Immediately, Bai Mo grabbed the pulse gate of his right hand and pulled him up with his hands.
During takeoff, the index finger happened to touch the center of the white ink compass.
The compass gave off a dazzling yellow light.
"Sure enough, you are his descendant, the correlation is not too low." Bai Mo said without looking at Lei Rulong who was smashed to the ground after landing, and said to himself.
"I wonder which family ancestor the senior knows?" Lei Rulong asked as he got up from the ground, lowering his head.
Fist is the simplest and crudest evidence.
When Bai Mo showed that he could crush himself at will, Lei Rulong had to force himself to believe what the other party said.
This is the unspoken rule of martial arts, or the entire world of cultivating immortals.
Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway.
If you still don’t believe it, just call until you do.
"You probably don't know it. I am just entrusted by him. If I have the chance, I will hand over these things to his descendants." Bai Mo once again took out a package from the storage ring in his hand and gently handed it to him.
Lei Rulong threw it over.
Lei Rulong took the package suspiciously and peeked inside, his whole eyes changed.
"Thank you, sir. I can't repay you for your kindness." He quickly collected the package, pretended to be calm, gave Bai Mo a big gift, and then left desperately.
He wants to go home immediately.
The things inside are really too valuable.
Just the few elixirs he could barely recognize were enough to make the entire martial arts hunt him ten times, as well as the world of immortality above the martial arts, not to mention there were a bunch of treasures he had never seen before.
The Lei family he belongs to is just a run-down family. According to legend, his ancestors were once rich, but by his generation, not much was left.
"On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind and rain always blow away the wind... In two thousand years, even the once true immortal family has reduced to what it is now."
Bai Mo looked at Lei Rulong's retreating figure and let out a rare sigh.
The compass and the contents in the package were all given to him by Farel, who was born in Tianxuan Continent in his previous life, before leaving.
She, or rather he, was the patriarch of a very prominent super family two thousand years ago.
However, due to unforeseen circumstances, he and the other two fellow Taoists were plotted by the enemy and suppressed for more than a thousand years.
The Immortal Cultivation Family, with the strongest as its core, fell apart as a result, and had to hide its name and change its appearance.
By 600 years ago, Farrell and the other three finally managed to escape, but their former family had long since disappeared.
Of course, being hunted everywhere, she didn't have time to worry about it. Taking advantage of the appearance of a space crack, she accidentally escaped to Earth with a certain unlucky little monk.
Then, it is familiar history.
Two thousand years have passed, and since he has already been reincarnated, theoretically speaking, he has nothing to do with his original family.
However, Farel still felt a little upset, so she asked Bai Mo to give something to a random lucky descendant of hers.
However, a "little thing" in the eyes of a true immortal is a very hot super treasure in the eyes of mortals...
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"Miss, the three-year period has expired, please return to the family."
In less than a stick of incense after Lei Rulong disappeared, more than ten swordsmen in white suddenly appeared in front of Bai Mo and Bai Mo, surrounding them and saying respectfully.
"Miss Long, it's time to go back. This is what I want." Behind the many swordsmen, an old man with white beard and hair slowly walked out.
"Uncle Ning? My father asked you to come here. It seems that he has made up his mind and wants me to go back."
The girl from the Shi family looked at the old man and frowned slightly.
"I can go back with you, but there is a condition."
"Miss, please tell me." The white-haired old man glanced at Bai Mo. He didn't know what he was thinking of, and his expression became even weirder.
"I want the family to invite this senior back home with the highest honors as a distinguished guest." She pointed to Bai Mo beside her and said.
"senior?"
Hearing this title, the white-haired old man inexplicably felt like he was relieved.
When he first appeared, he saw the young lady walking with the young master, and heard that the young lady was rarely willing to return to the family for a certain condition. He was afraid that this was the lover she met outside...
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At present, it seems that I may have thought too much.
With the young lady's character, if she was really interesting, she would never call her "senior".
In the world of immortality, there are many ways to maintain good looks, and there are many old monsters who look young but are actually three digits in age.
The supreme elder of their Xuanjian Villa is a monk in the foundation-building stage. He is over 150 years old and looks like a young man. You cannot judge people by their appearance.
"Young Lady, I will obey everything you say. I wonder... what do you call me, senior?"
The white-haired old man originally only wanted to refer to him as his equal, but when he approached Bai Mo, many of his body's instincts went to the alarm and he quickly changed his mind.
"Shen Zong."
"It just so happens that I want to return this sword, so I'll take a trip."