Chapter 139 Xu Pingan, a boy from a mountain village
This island doesn’t look big.
In fact, it is indeed not that big.
Most places on the island are still very deserted.
Gobi desert, jagged rocks.
It is simply not suitable for ordinary mortal humans to live in.
Most of the mortals on this island are concentrated on the plains in the southwest, where the terrain is relatively open and flat.
There are many villages scattered sparsely and dotted.
The bigger one might just be a town.
There is not even a real city.
This is also a remote place within the Luoyun Sect's sea area.
It is certain that there is no spiritual vein present on this island at all.
This is also normal.
The number of spiritual veins in the world of immortality is always scarce.
Whether this is really rare or not.
Most of the spiritual veins will still be controlled by the major immortal cultivating sects.
Almost everyone has a name and a place of belonging.
It is impossible for there to be so many spiritual veins appearing on any island.
Qi training, foundation building, golden elixir!
A spiritual vein in a small Qi-training family can be passed down for ten generations!
Even more than ten generations.
When you reach a position like this after foundation building, no matter how many spiritual veins you control, there will be more than a dozen, at least one of the second level.
Of course, after arriving at the Jindan sect.
Sects like Luoyun Sect now have three hundred and dozens of spiritual veins.
"Immortal, please accept me!"
A boy of thirteen or fourteen with a somewhat delicate appearance.
The expression was still a little dazed...
But when he saw the immortals who were about to leave, he hurriedly walked forward and knelt down.
His head hit the rock hard.
In an instant, a big hole was opened.
Possibly blood was streaming from his forehead.
The setting sun is like blood.
This small mountain village between two mountains.
But there is no longer the excitement as before.
As evening approaches, there is no aroma of rice like when every family is cooking.
There was only a young man in coarse linen clothes.
There is also an old scalper.
Behind the man and the cow.
This small mountain village seems to have experienced a war.
Collapsed buildings and unrecognizable corpses can be seen everywhere...
"You, alas..."
Under the setting sun, Hua Yueying sighed.
He raised his head and took a big gulp of wine.
She grew up in a sect since childhood.
To be honest, it is impossible to understand this tragedy.
She has been in the Luoyun Sect as long as she can remember.
I came out to practice, but I didn’t expect to encounter such a thing...
Hua Yueying couldn’t help but feel pity in her eyes when she looked at this young man.
This boy... is indeed miserable!
Originally, no spiritual veins were found on this island, and no monsters were encountered or discovered. The group of people planned to leave directly.
But on the way back.
I came across this somewhat unusual small mountain village.
Unfortunately, it was a step too late.
The young man in front of me was the only one left in the entire small mountain village.
After putting the wine away, Hua Yueying's hand appeared with a touch of spiritual energy.
It entered this young man's body.
If there is no spiritual root, naturally it will not be brought back to the sect.
How can the spiritual root be found so easily? !
"Huh?!" Hua Yueying felt the fluctuation of this spiritual energy, retracted her hand, and looked at the young man with a slightly surprised and weird look.
Master is not talking about the possibility of spiritual roots appearing in mortals.
Is it only a five-in-ten thousand chance?
On average, it takes more than two thousand mortals for one to appear...
And she, Hua Yueying, just took a random test and found one among the mortals!
Hahaha... As expected of me.
Moon Shadow Wine Sword Fairy! !
Hua Yueying was full of inner drama, even if she didn't say it out loud, you could feel it from her slightly raised mouth. The chatty senior sister, the wine-swordsman!
"What's your name?"
When the boy was very nervous and at a loss.
A voice asked in the mouth of this very beautiful fairy.
"Xu...Xu Ping'an..."
The young man stuttered.
"Well, Xu Pingan is a very nice name. Xu Pingan, you have spiritual roots in your body and can cultivate immortality, but I don’t know what kind of spiritual roots you have now, and you still need to spend time to enter the sect. How many levels can it take..."
Hua Yueying couldn't stop talking.
The few Luoyun Sect disciples who were with her were not surprised.
Slightly dispersed, some people were holding swords and looking at the mountain.
Some people simply sit in a circle and start taking drugs and practicing.
The elixir refined by our ancestors is worth having!
Cultivating immortality also requires racing against time.
Especially for some immortal cultivators with poor spiritual roots.
If you still want to build a foundation, you can't waste your time.
The sect is now expanding in size.
There is a lot of demand not only for Qi training disciples.
The number of foundation-building practitioners cultivated will be much greater than before.
However, this may take decades.
If you work hard now, you may not be able to wield a sword one day!
Xu Pingan still doesn’t understand what spiritual roots are.
But I heard this fairy say that you can become an immortal if you have spiritual roots!
Become an immortal!
He heard it very clearly.
"Immortal, can I bury these relatives?"
Xu Pingan asked, rubbing his red eyes.
"Go, go." Hua Yueying waved her hand and said with unfinished meaning.
It is human nature, she will not stop him.
The setting sun has already hung on the horizon.
It seems to be falling towards the mountain.
A touch of sunset dyed half of the sky red.
I can’t go back to the sect today.
Let’s wait until tomorrow before setting off.
Master often says, safety first!
Hua Yueying has heard this sentence since she was a child.
Unknowingly, her temper may have been infected by someone.
"Need help?"
A gentle voice sounded behind Xu Pingan.
He looked back and saw a relatively ordinary-looking immortal.
Han Yuan was originally planning to practice.
But I couldn’t help but come forward.
He thought of the time when he was still a mortal.
It is also such a small mountain village...
If something like Xu Pingan happened, he didn't know what he would do.
"Dad, mother, little sister..."
I was thinking about the names of my relatives.
But suddenly I discovered it, unconsciously.
It seems that these faces that were once very deep in my memory have become increasingly blurred...
And there is the money he sent back.
Your family must have become wealthy, right? !
Xu Pingan shook his head.
In the end, I insisted on burying these corpses alone.
Even many of the corpses have been changed beyond recognition.
But he could still identify the specific identities of each of these corpses.
"Aunt Niu, Uncle An, Grandpa Xu..."
Many memories appeared in front of this young man.
Unconsciously, tears have wetted my eyelashes.
Looking at this small mountain village in the past.
His entire eyes were red.
After that, he was the only one left.
No more home!
A young man also knew parting... This is a great suffering in the world!
(End of this chapter)