"Who do you think you are? If you say you want to see Senior Brother Han, you will meet Senior Brother Han." The obese young man said with an angry face, "Get out of my way, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"
Qin Sang refused to give in, without any fear, and said in a cold voice: "I am the savior of Master Han Xian. He once said that if I ask for anything, I can see him, but you insist on stopping me. What are your intentions? Do you want Master Han to break his promise?"
people?"
"A savior?"
The obese young man was stunned, "Have you ever saved Senior Brother Han's life?"
Qin Sang told the story about Guling Mountain.
The fat young man's arrogance suddenly dissipated a lot, and his expression was gloomy. Finally, he looked at Qin Sang angrily, took out a palm-sized scroll, raised his palm, and an ancient painting unfolded in front of them.
All I could see in the painting was mist covering the sky, layers of clouds, continuous and continuous, as if it was a painting of the thirty-third layer of the sky, very mysterious.
In the clouds, a group of cranes roam freely, smart and natural, lifelike, just like living creatures.
Then, Qin Sang felt the fluctuation of spiritual power. The obese young man injected spiritual power into the scroll. The next moment, a cloud flew out from the scroll, and in the mist, there was a crane crowing, lingering.
In the painting, a crane falls in the palm of an obese young man. The obese young man moves his lips slightly and speaks a few words into the crane's ear. The crane flutters its wings, grows its body in the wind, and disappears into the sky.
Within a moment, the clouds and mist floating on the ancient painting suddenly rolled up, and finally transformed into a person. It was the young man surnamed Han who almost died in Gulingshan.
"Junior Brother Zhen Ming," the young man surnamed Han who transformed into the mist looked a little unreal, and his voice was a little ethereal, "Why are you calling me so anxiously?"
Immediately, the young man surnamed Han caught a glimpse of Qin Sang beside him, recognized him immediately, and said with a smile: "General Qin, I haven't seen you for many days. How are you?"
Qin Sang was about to speak, but Zhen Ming took a step forward and complained repeatedly, "Brother Han, it's not that I want to disturb you, it's this guy named Qin who insists on looking for you, and Zhen Ming has no choice but to follow your instructions.
I asked him if he insisted on cultivating immortality. After he decided, I had his spiritual roots tested. I had already reminded him that there is only one person in a million who has spiritual roots. Sure enough, he was just a mortal without spiritual roots. I advised him to go back and live a better life. Unexpectedly, he
I don’t know the heart of a good person, so I thought I wanted to harm him, and kept saying that I am your savior, Senior Brother Han, and I must see you."
After saying that, Zhen Ming glared at Qin Sang angrily, looking very aggrieved.
The young man surnamed Han looked at Zhen Ming, then looked at Qin Sang, and said with a smile: "General Qin, Junior Brother Zhen Ming is right, there is really only one mortal with spiritual roots. I am not lying to you. The path of cultivation is the basis of
It is difficult to reach the sky. Even if you can really practice, there are countless dangers in the world of immortality. You may die young. It is not necessarily bad to be a mortal. Let Junior Brother Zhen Ming ask the Lord of the Pilgrimage Palace to take care of you. Even if the dynasty changes in the future,
I’ll keep you safe for the rest of your life.”
"But……"
Hearing the young man named Han say the same thing, Qin Sang felt helpless and wanted to ask him, if he had no spiritual roots, how could he practice the "Netherworld Sutra"?
But thinking about the two encounters with immortals, each time the good and the evil were fighting to the death, they would definitely fight to the death. He used the Yama Banner to kill many mortals.
Relying on demonic power to cause harm to the world, Qin Sang has no shame to say that he is not a demon.
"Master Han, is it true that without spiritual roots, it is impossible to become an immortal cultivator?" Qin Sang asked this question with a face full of reluctance. Is there such an absolute thing in the world?
Is it because he is not a native of this world that he is an exception, or is it the ability that the Jade Buddha brought to him?
The young man surnamed Han looked a little moved, and Zhen Ming was also stunned, stopped chattering, glanced at Qin Sang, lowered his head and remained silent.
The young man surnamed Han hesitated for a long time and said: "General Qin, as far as Han knows, there is indeed no precedent for entering the path of immortality without spiritual roots in the righteous path. Even those famous sects must have spiritual roots to practice their martial arts."
That's all. As for..."
Seeing the hesitation of the young man named Han, Qin Sang's eyes suddenly lit up, "Master Han, is there any other way?"
The young man surnamed Han smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Without spiritual roots, all methods are useless. If you can't sense spiritual power, how can you practice? What I just wanted to say is that our Han family only knows about the situation of righteous monks, and we don't know much about the Demon Sect.
Young Master, the demonic monks have weird skills and countless evil methods. I don’t know if there is a way to break this shackles."
"Magic Gate?"
Qin Sang was a little surprised. Could the young man named Han want to persuade him to enter the Demon Sect?
But he saw a cloud of energy in the palm of the young man named Han transforming into a round jade plate, and he said seriously: "Since Han has made a promise, he will not break his promise. This jade plate should be from a cultivator within the scope of the Demon Sect's activities in the North."
I got the token of the market from the devil's mustard bag. If you insist on trying your luck, I will ask Heying to send the thing to you. However, if you really enter the devil's door, we will meet you in the future.
, you and I are enemies, not friends, and Han will not show mercy."
Qin Sang did not hesitate, cupped his fists and said: "Qin Sang, thank you Master Han!"
The young man surnamed Han took a deep look at Qin Sang, nodded, and the cloud shadows disappeared.
Qin Sang and Zhen Ming waited for a while, and the crane shadow flew back with a jade plate and a silk book in its mouth.
Zhen Ming took it and handed it to Qin Sang, bowed his hand to him, rode on Heying and left.
Qin Sang unfolded the silk book and found that it was a large-scale Kan map. This was the first time he had seen such a large and detailed map. He quickly found the location of the Great Sui Dynasty. It was really very large on the Kan map.
Small.
The Heng Kingdom in the north was dozens of times larger than the Sui Dynasty. To the north of the Heng Kingdom, there were many countries larger than the Heng Kingdom.
After crossing the Heng Kingdom and several countries, Qin Sang finally saw the mark of the young man named Han. It was in a country called Biyun Kingdom. As for the specific location of the Xiuzhenfang City, the young man named Han left a message saying that Qin Sang only needed to take it with him.
When Yupan rushes to the nearby area, Yupan will automatically sense Fangshi and take him there.
The young man surnamed Han gave a brief introduction to Xiuzhenfang City, and finally reminded him that the Demon Sect monks are very dangerous, especially for mortals. If something cannot be done, running away as soon as possible is the most benevolent and righteous thing to do.
Qin Sang estimated the distance in his mind. If he rode a horse and stayed overnight, it would probably take several years to get there. Fortunately, he discovered that there was a large river called Tianlu River to the west of the Sui Dynasty, which ran from north to south, and the Wuling River was just a tributary of it.
It will be much faster to take a boat on that river.
After putting away the silk book and playing with the jade plate, Qin Sang endured the test of not using his spiritual power, nodded to the waiting Palace Master, and walked down the mountain.
The night is shrouded, and you can overlook the entire imperial capital from the Pilgrimage Mountain. The lights in the Yuyu Palace are brightly lit. It must be that the new emperor has ascended the throne, and all the waste is waiting to be done, and the officials have not yet dispersed to discuss matters.
(Say a few words.
When the Mortal anime came out, it brought back memories of my past. I happened to have some free time, so I came up with the idea of writing.
If I think about it carefully, what impressed me most as a mortal was not the twists and turns of the plot, nor the old devil's miraculous spells and treasures, but the words "Mo Caihuan".
The first fifty chapters and nearly one hundred thousand words of plot are actually all designed to elicit this sentence from the protagonist's mouth.
Pay tribute to mortals, pay tribute to Wang Yu, miss Han Paopao, and commemorate my old days of reading books.
Fortunately, after writing all the way, the plot did not deviate much from what I had expected. This sentence came out smoothly. For me, it was a small goal accomplished.
But this also makes the early plot dull. I wonder if not many book lovers like to read secular plots.
100,000 words, failed to sign the contract, the collection is broken down to 100, and it is miserable.
I don’t know how many book lovers there are among these more than one hundred collections who are truly book lovers.
Several book friends have been insisting on voting for recommendations, and I see it in my eyes and keep it in my heart. Thank you for your support.
Again, if you think what I wrote is interesting, it would be better if you save it, vote, and help spread the word. Thank you!)
