Chang Sheng Gou Said: Play The Suona At The Beginning, Mourn The Funeral And Cultivate Immortality

Seeing that the storm in Jiangcheng had subsided, Bai Yu returned home with his wife on his back.

At this time, Master Feng, the martial arts master, came forward and led Dragon Snake to clean up the corpses and debris after the flood.

Order in the city was temporarily restored.

Bai Yu was anxious and rushed outside Nancheng.

"Uncle Jiu must be fine."

Outside the southern city, the original plain turned into rolling hills.

The flood had receded. Bai Yu searched back and forth, but only found a half-cut peach wood sword.

Bai Yu searched frantically and found many other corpses, but none of them belonged to Uncle Jiu.

Old man Feng Yuqing passed by with a team of policemen and shouted:

"Stop looking for me, kid. Your master is no longer here."

"I saw it clearly in the city last night. He channeled earth energy into his body and forcibly changed the landscape of Nancheng, blocking the flood."

"Then he fought with the nearby Feng Shui masters. After breaking their Feng Shui formation, he was attacked by the earth's energy. There was no trace of his body left."

He sighed heavily.

"Lin Jiu is a man. It's a pity that good people don't live long."

"The best Feng Shui master in Jiangcheng was buried in the mountains and rivers."

Bai Yu didn't want to believe that Uncle Jiu's body was really gone. He ordered his funeral team members to search frantically, eager to turn over all the bones.

However, in the end, only a broken yellow robe was found.

The sword was broken, the robe was broken, but Uncle Jiu was nowhere to be seen.

When Bai Yu returned to the city with these two things, the master's wife did not say anything.

She just held her belly and couldn't stop her tears from flowing down.

Bai Yu was afraid that his wife might have some shortcomings, so he hurriedly asked Sister Hehua to stay with his wife every step of the way.

He himself wore sackcloth and mourning, and built a tomb for his uncle Jiu in a feng shui treasured land outside the city.

In front of Uncle Jiu's tomb, Bai Yu played an elegy.

"The dew on the sage leaves is so beautiful. The dew will fall again in the Ming Dynasty. When will people return after death?"

At this moment, he had a profound understanding of this elegy.

Life is like morning dew, fleeting.

When will a person return after death?

The miserable suona and the jackdaws in the wild grass can be heard all over the world.

When the song ended, Bai Yu stood at the grave, unwilling to leave for a long time.

He suddenly pulled out the long knife from his waist and looked at the long knife as if he had decided something.

He has always chosen to protect himself wisely and only do small things within his ability.

Regarding the rebels, although he hated the casualties and dangers they brought, he had no intention of annihilating them.

In order to avoid danger, he did not reveal that the Xiao family was an undercover agent.

But now, Uncle Jiu's death has made him determined.

Rebels must die!

"Uncle Jiu's death must be recorded on the rebels' heads."

"Now that cause and effect have been established, let's end it with the long knife in my hand!"

Bai Yu bowed three times to Uncle Jiu's grave.

However, he did not act rashly.

If you want to wipe out the rebels, you must take a long-term approach and make thorough plans.

At night, he lit an oil lamp.

He discovered that the skills column in the Burial World Record had changed.

[Blow suona: Great success. ]

Inadvertently, the skill of playing suona has reached the stage of great success.

But Bai Yu was not happy at all.

He calmly took out a book, Volume 2 of the Yin Fu Jing.

Uncle Jiu has always been reluctant to pass on this book to him, and even at the last moment he told Bai Yu not to study, otherwise he would suffer the fate of a Feng Shui master.

The lights flickered and Bai Yu looked in a trance.

Is there really such a thing as destiny in this world?

Lao Zhang was a Ninth Grade Martial Artist, and eventually died in the Jianghu affair.

Uncle Jiu breaks through the Earth Master, and the mourner dies without a burial place.

There is also Wu De, who made a fortune from dead people all his life, and was eventually bitten to death by a corpse.

Perhaps only those in the immortal realm can "swallow a grain of Gold Core, and my destiny is determined by me."

Bai Yu is an immortal and does not believe in the so-called fate.

Even if there is, as long as the power is strong enough, it will definitely break the fate.

Bai Yu opened the second volume of the Yin Fu Jing.

This second volume is different from the previous and middle volumes. There are no miscellaneous things recorded in it, but a Feng Shui master's practice method.

How to find the dragon's acupoints, how to absorb the earth's energy, guide the earth's energy into the body to temper the soul, and then be promoted to the earth master, burial master, etc.

Bai Yu was fascinated by it. After reading the book, another page of the burial record was opened.

[Sub-professional: Rank Two Feng Shui Master (42%) ]

[Exercise method: Yin Fu Jing (comprehensive and comprehensive)]

[Skills: Feng Shui (comprehensive), Zhu Youshu (comprehensive), Blood Talisman (practice makes perfect), corpse refining (first glimpse of the door). ]

Until now, only one page could be opened in the burial record.

Unexpectedly, the second page opened this time.

Although I don’t know what it does, there must be some secret to it.

According to the above information, Bai Yu is now a Rank Two Feng Shui master and practices the Yin Fu Sutra.

Feng shui masters are divided into Rank Three. After Rank Three, you can advance to Earth Master.

In ancient times, earth masters were the benchmark for those who were powerful in the Immortal Way.

Bai Yu secretly said:

"If we can successfully advance to the Earth Master level, we will be more confident about Uncle Nine's revenge plan."

We must destroy the rebels and kill the evil cultivators. This must be done.

However, he was not in a hurry and started the funeral procession slowly.

After the funeral was completed, he guarded the master's wife, for fear that she would do something.

While accumulating strength, he also accumulated money for the shop.

During the funeral, he found out more news.

After the flood flooded the city that day, the core members of the Xiao family, Shenli Sect and the Black Wolf Gang disappeared.

Some people suspect that they are all related to the flood that day.

Liumen arrested a few fringe disciples, but they didn't ask anything.

In addition, the county governor also sent someone to commend Uncle Jiu's widow and gave her a plaque to commend Uncle Jiu for his sacrifice of life for righteousness.

A few days later, Du Jian and Xuanwujun came back.

According to Du Jian, they were led to a valley by the rebels and then launched a Feng Shui formation to trap them.

When they returned, they learned that rebels were trying to break into the city that night.

Du Jian heard about Uncle Jiu and said sorry repeatedly.

"I'm sorry, it was my senior sister and I who were negligent and gave the rebels an opportunity."

"Damn Demonic Cultivator, my senior sister and I have killed him several times, but for some reason he always manages to come back to life!"

"Brother Bai, why don't you beat me up to vent your anger?"

Bai Yu knew right from wrong and did not anger others because of Jiu Shu's death.

The source of everything is the rebels, and the real enemy is also the rebels.

Taking out his anger on his own people is not his style.

After a few days, Bai Yu was ready and asked Lao Mo and Du Jian to take care of his wife.

The business shop was entrusted to Zhu Tong and Xiao Wang, plus the Douluo trio, so they could handle ordinary business affairs without any problem.

In Uncle Jiu's small courtyard, Mistress sat in a daze on the chair where Uncle Jiu usually sat.

Bai Yu stepped forward and said:

"Master Wife, I'm going out for a while and I came to say goodbye to you."

The mistress was stunned for a moment and said:

"Your master won't let you do this. It's too dangerous."

Bai Yu said:

"Don't worry, Master, I won't be reckless."

"When my junior brother is born in a few months, I will give him a gift."

He bowed deeply to his mistress, then went into the room and placed a stick of incense on Uncle Jiu's memorial tablet.

It's night, the night is as dark as ink, and the wind is howling.

A figure carrying a long knife disappeared into the night.