Mythological origins

"Brother Yu, it's time to go to bed." Seeing that the weather seemed a bit cold, the younger sister picked up a coat and put it on Han Yu who was bathing in the moonlight.

Ever since Bai Mo and the others left, he often thought of the relationship between cultivators and mortals.

"Is it really all about forgetting the earthly bond?"

Mo Tianxie's soul-searching question before his death, "Without spiritual roots, can you really not cultivate immortality?" kept lingering in his mind.

Looking at his innocent little sister who had no idea what had happened in the past few days, he didn't know what choice to make.

She still thought that Doctor Mo was a pure good person and a great benefactor who led everyone out of the sea of ​​suffering. This time he was just going out for a while and would be back later.

Yu Zitong had also reminded him of this before leaving.

Cultivators have their own world, and mortals have their own lives. After a few years, when she finds a good family to marry, the intersection between the two should end here.

He wanted to take his only little sister on the road of cultivating immortals. With the support of the mysterious bottle, as long as she had spiritual roots, Han Yu believed that even if her aptitude was poor, she could slowly improve.

But the problem was that his sister did not have spiritual roots. Even if the mysterious bottle could cultivate more precious herbs, it was useless for a mortal except for conditioning the body.

Perhaps after he became a great cultivator, he could change his little sister's fate, but she would not live to see that day hundreds of years later.

"What did the senior mean by seeing the result within twenty years? Could it be that within these twenty years, there will be a way for mortals to cultivate immortals?" Han Yu suddenly remembered what Bai Mo said and the promise he made to Mo Tianxie.

"If it's only twenty years... I can barely wait."

Han Yu's sister is only eleven years old this year, and she will be thirty-one in twenty years.

When Bai Mo left, Han Yu and Yu Zitong both had the idea of ​​following him. After all, he was a super thick thigh, but the other party disappeared without a trace as soon as he took a step. Obviously, he didn't want to take anyone with him, so they could only go their separate ways.

…

After Bai Mo disappeared in front of the two, he followed a caravan under the Seven Profound Sect with the identity of the Seven Profound Sect.

The road to the prefectural city of Tai'an was not peaceful. Bai Mo could see a few bandits and vagrants from time to time. They would rob everything they thought was worth robbing.

From gold and silver to food, from food to clothes, and then to the flesh wrapped under the clothes.

After all, in the year of the disaster, food is always scarce.

And human flesh is also a kind of meat. The starving people can't care so much.

When it was close to the prefectural city within a hundred miles, the city guards began to be stationed and patrolled. Most of the bandits and vagrants stopped here, as if it was an invisible boundary.

The large vacuum between the cities can only be crossed safely by caravans controlled by a large force like the Seven Profound Sect and with sufficient military protection.

Following the caravan of the Seven Profound Sect, Bai Mo also walked into the Tai'an prefectural city smoothly.

Their team of hundreds of people entered the city smoothly without any inspection, just like returning home.

However, it is said that the mayor of Tai'an City was originally in the same boat with the Qixuanmen. It was with the support of the Qixuanmen that he had the opportunity to climb to the high position of the mayor of this city.

The streets around were full of various shops, crowded with people, and there were no shortage of young men and women shopping. It was so prosperous that it was like two different worlds outside the city.

However, the beggars who shrank everywhere, the guys who looked around and suspected pickpockets, and the corpses in the corners of the dark alleys that had not been dragged away in time all implied that this big city was not so far away from the troubled times.

...

"Master, please be kind and give me two silver coins. I'm almost starving to death..." A weak voice came.

Since Bai Mo did not hide his figure, he was alone, and his clothes did not look poor at all. He also had a strange face, and the words "I am a sucker" were engraved on his face, so he immediately attracted the nearest little beggar.

Other beggars who found their target, strong men who collected protection fees, and pickpockets who were looking around seemed to have discovered this fat sheep in the distance.

Bai Mo looked at this thin and small beggar. He came close to Bai Mo's waist, and there was a copper coin-sized abscess on his face, and he had a stench that people around him could not avoid.

It was also thanks to his courage to go to someone to beg. Most people dared not approach because it was too smelly.

"You are still alive?" Bai Mo looked at the little beggar who lowered his head and squinted his eyes waiting for alms, and gently brushed his hair.

One.

Two.

Three.

...

More than a dozen insects fell from his head.

"..."

He had never encountered such a thing since he could remember begging.

Most people would tell you to get out of here before you even get close to them.

But this person is different.

He said the coldest words while doing the most gentle actions.

Yes, the most gentle.

In the beggar's short life, no one had ever caught those annoying bugs on his head for him. Those people would just tell him to get out of here quickly, and even beating and scolding him was considered dirty and smelly.

"How could a woman with a yin body born in a man's body survive to this day?"

"?"

The little beggar looked up at the adult who was saying something strange with a blank face.

"I understand, you have been cleansed, and the cleansing can be regarded as saving your life unintentionally."

Bai Mo scanned it again with his divine sense and got the following answer

"Pure body?" The beggar didn't quite understand the word.

Poor families in Daqian couldn't afford to raise so many children at home. When they were on the verge of starvation, some would choose to send the extra boys in the family to be castrated, which was called pure body.

After the pure body, they would be sold to wealthy families as slaves, starting as eunuchs. The luckiest among them might become housekeepers, but most of them would work hard all their lives and still be slaves at the bottom.

This little beggar might have had a similar experience, but not long after the pure body, it was estimated that his master's family was very unlucky and fell into trouble again, and he and his servants also became beggars...

...

"I'm going to Yinyang Sect, so I'll take him with me."

"Do you know where Wentianmen is?" Bai Mo made a decision casually and asked.

"I know."

"Take me there."

"Okay."

No one has ever seen this little beggar who often appeared on this road since then.

But no one cared.

Their existence is like a stray dog ​​on the roadside. Only when they die in a corner one day and the stench is overwhelming will someone clean up their bodies.

As for those who are familiar with this area, they will be glad that the guy finally disappeared. Because of this stinky beggar, many small food stalls are unwilling to set up stalls in this area.