"Not bad!" Luo Ying nodded."Although the Luo family lives in a remote corner, it is also a big family in Qingyang. With an ancestor with supernatural powers, it's no wonder that they could cultivate a genius like Luo Sizheng." Fang Jing said with a smile.
Luo Ying smiled. The ancestor was old and his life was coming to an end. Once the ancestor passed away, the Luo family's status in Qingyang Realm would be reduced.
However, he is now the director of the Demon Suppression Office. Many forces in Qingyang Territory obey the imperial court, so naturally they have to give him face. No one should dare to provoke the Luo family.
"I heard from the elders of the family that your Luo family's spear skills are very powerful and have reached the level of a saint. I wonder how Luo Sizheng is doing with his training?"
"The power of my Luo family's Absolute Immortal Spear Technique is indeed strong, but I have only cultivated to the third level, so the power cannot be demonstrated." Luo Ying shook his head. His Luo family's Absolute Immortal Spear Technique is indeed very powerful, but no one in the Luo family can cultivate it successfully now.
Even the ancestor in the realm of supernatural powers has only cultivated to the fourth level, and there are still five levels to go.
Besides, his traitorous father Luo Fei took away the Ice Soul Divine Spear, leaving only the Fire Dragon Divine Spear, and the power of the artifact was reduced by half.
Fang Jing smiled and said, "If there is a chance, Fang would like to see it for himself."
Luo Ying smiled and said, "I heard that the swordsmanship of the Fang family is very powerful, and is not weaker than the Leiwu Sword Sect and the Beixue Sword Sect. With Mr. Fang's talent, I am definitely not his opponent."
Fang Jing showed a proud look on his face. "What Luo Sizheng said is correct. The cultivation method of our Fang family in swordsmanship and the experience gained by our ancestors are indeed very powerful. Even if I study it for a lifetime, I may not be able to study it thoroughly."
"But unfortunately, I heard from my ancestor that the most powerful sword method in the world does not exist in this world." As he said this, he shook his head with a look of regret.
Luo Ying was curious: "In today's world, the strongest swordsmanship is the Zhenwu Dao Sect, followed by your Fang family, the Leiwu Sword Sect, and the Beixue Sword Sect. They are already proud of the world. Why do you say that, Mr. Fang?"
Fang Jing said: "What Luo Sizheng doesn't know is that even if it is the Zhenwu Dao Sect, of course, the Tianwu Sect has declined now, but his swordsmanship is also very strong, as can be seen from Emperor Lu Wu."
"But compared to the owner of the Immortal Tomb, he is still far inferior!"
"The Immortal's Tomb?" Luo Ying frowned slightly. The Immortal's Tomb had been opened once. His good brothers Chen Xian, Wang Yan and the current emperor Ning Chen had all been in it.
He didn't know whether everyone had obtained the immortal's inheritance, but many big forces were concerned about the immortal's tomb. It was obvious that it was a very mysterious place.
"Mr. Fang, who do you think is the owner of the Immortal Tomb?"
Fang Jing asked curiously, "Haven't you ever been to Qingshan Town in Fengyun County?"
Luo Ying said: "I went there, but I didn't stay long before leaving."
Fang Jing said: "Then you should have heard that Hulu Mountain is the ancestral mountain of the Chen family. The Immortal Tomb was naturally left by the ancestors of the Chen family. The owner's surname is Chen."
Luo Ying was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled, "I have heard that Qinghu Mountain was only taken care of by the ancestors of the Chen family. Later, it was passed down and became the ancestral mountain of the Chen family. In fact, it has little to do with the Chen family."
Fang Jing smiled and said, "You should know that there is no smoke without fire. The people living in Qingshan Town are all the original townspeople. It has been passed down from generation to generation. How could it be wrong? Even if it is a legend, it must have been told by predecessors to be passed down."
"So Fang deduced that the owner of the Immortal Tomb was surnamed Chen."
"By the way, you and King Side by Side are good brothers. He should have told you about it."
Luo Ying frowned slightly and shook his head, saying, "I have never asked about the King of Side by Side."
Fang Jing was surprised, and immediately took a sip from the teacup and said, "King Bingjian and his men have been to the immortal tomb, and I wonder what immortal magic treasures they got from it?"
Luo Ying said, "When King Bing Jian and the others came out, Emperor Ning summoned them. The ancestors of Tianwu Sect and Zhenwu Dao Sect were all there at the time. They didn't obtain any immortal magic treasures. If they did, they couldn't hide it from the eyes of the powerful Martial Emperors."
Fang Jing smiled and said, "That's true, but there are still people in the martial arts world talking about it, saying that King Bingjian and his men have obtained the immortal magic treasure, but they are just hiding it from the world."
Luo Ying smiled and said, "Rumors are nothing but gossip. People who pretend to know something are just bragging to those who don't. They can't stop other people from talking."
"Haha, what Luo Sizheng said is true." Fang Jing laughed, and suddenly his expression became serious again: "To be honest, if the Immortal Tomb exists in the world, it is impossible that there are no immortal magic treasures passed down, otherwise his existence would be meaningless. Luo Sizheng, what do you think?"
Luo Ying nodded secretly: "That's true, but the Immortal Tomb is related to the immortals. I am just a small Wanxiang Realm, so how can I have the qualifications to think too much? What do you think, Mr. Fang?"
Fang Jing shook his head: "What can Fang think? What is the immortal tomb like? Whether there are any immortal magic treasures, only King Bingjian, Princess Shangyang and others know."
Luo Ying smiled and didn't say anything else.
Fang Jing was also very tactful and changed the subject. He chatted with Luo Ying for a while before leaving the Demon Suppression Headquarters.
Luo Ying stood at the entrance of the hall, staring at Fang Jing's back with an expressionless face. He always felt that Fang Jing came to him for tea because he wanted to learn from him about what happened to Chen Xian, Wang Yan and others in the Immortal Tomb.
May 20th.
Chen Xian wandered around the territory of Daning Dynasty for three consecutive days but did not find the clone of Old Demon Huang. At the same time, he was also looking for a body for Hei Lian. According to Hei Lian's requirements, he needed to find a young man with spiritual roots.
Chen Xian was also a little worried. It was indeed easy to find a talented young man, but to find a young man with spiritual roots, he didn't know much about such things at the moment, so it was very difficult to find one.
"Senior Heilian, how do you judge whether a person has spiritual roots?" Chen Xian asked.
According to the rules of this world, he mastered the laws of thunder and fire, but by the standards of the fairy world, he was just a low-grade spiritual root.
So how could there be anyone in this world who could form spiritual roots like him? Unless they were born with it, Chen Xian didn’t think there were many people who possessed the spiritual roots for cultivating immortals.
"Boy, the spiritual root is born on the brow bone. You can definitely see it with your eyes. Haven't you condensed a low-grade spiritual root through hard practice? People with natural spiritual roots are not the same as you, but the brow bone is different from ordinary people."
"Spiritual roots are divided into five elements spiritual roots, thunder spiritual roots, ice spiritual roots, wind spiritual roots, instrument spiritual roots, control spiritual roots, rain spiritual roots, cloud spiritual roots... There are about dozens of spiritual roots, and the most common ones are five elements spiritual roots, thunder spiritual roots, ice spiritual roots, instrument spiritual roots, and wind spiritual roots."
"Look carefully. There must be people in the world who are born with spiritual roots. They may know how to practice, or they may never have the opportunity to learn the method of practice in their entire life. It's a pity."
Chen Xian nodded secretly: "So I have the spirit root of thunder and fire, but it's not innate?"
"That's right. Spiritual roots are divided into natural and acquired. Yours is acquired, but acquired is not necessarily weaker than natural. You don't have to worry about it. As long as you are willing to work hard to cultivate, you can become an immortal the same way."
Hei Lian cheered Chen Xian up.
Chen Xian didn't say anything else. He searched in the Daning Dynasty for another two days and even went to the Black Abyss, but he didn't see the clone of the old demon Huang.
Thinking of the barbarians being massacred by the clone of the old demon Huang, Chen Xian went to the barbarians.
The barbarian territory stretches over 70,000 to 80,000 miles, with a population of over 1 billion and hundreds of tribes. The territory is not small, but the barbarian resources are scarce and the climate is harsh. If the people of the Daning Dynasty come here to survive, I am afraid the survival rate will be very low.
"Mother, eat meat, eat meat!"
In a desolate small tribe, all the people had died, and the corpses were lying all over the village. A dark aura of evil lingered above the village, so evil that no grass grew within a radius of several miles.
Outside the small village, in a small wooden house, there was a little boy of seven or eight years old, wearing animal skin clothes. The skin on his face was cracked by the cold wind, and his lips were also a little chapped.
He held a roasted little mouse in his hand and handed it to a middle-aged woman who was dressed similarly to him. The woman was leaning against the head of the bed with her eyes closed, without any sign of life.
There was a man lying on the wooden bed. His body had already rotted, filling the small wooden house with a foul smell.
"Dad, eat, eat, why don't you open your mouth!" The little boy was about to cry and pushed the man: "Dad, your face is rotten, your mouth is cracked, is it because of the wind blowing in our wooden house?" "Mom, you have been sleeping for a long time, when will you wake up!"
The little boy cried and squatted beside the wooden bed, holding the charred little mouse and started to eat it. He was so hungry that his mouth was full of black ash. He started to cry while eating.
"Mom, Dad, when will you wake up? I'm so scared!"
Two days later.
The little boy was lying on the floor of the house, his eyes were black from hunger and the flesh on his hands was still rotting.
He hadn't eaten for two days since he ate the rat meat, and the evil aura that enveloped the village was so terrifying that his palm began to rot when he touched it with his finger. It hurt so much that he wanted to cry, but he had no strength at all.
"Mother, father, are you going to see the gods? Why don't you open your eyes? If you are going to see the gods, why don't you bring Amu with you? Amu wants to go too."
Bang, bang, bang...
The fierce cold wind made the wooden door creak, and the house was drafty. Soon, a windproof board was blown away, and the freezing wind poured into the house.
"It's so cold, so cold...!" The little boy lay on the ground. He got up weakly, picked up the piece of wood against the cold wind and placed it on the fire. He was shivering all over and kept shouting that he was cold.
Then, a surprising scene appeared.
A flame shot out from the index finger on his right hand, the only finger that had not rotted, and began to ignite the wooden boards and small branches. With a bang, the wood blocks and branches in the brazier began to burn, and the temperature in the wooden house began to rise.
The little boy curled up on the side, looking around with his dark eyes: "Little mole, come out quickly...!"
"Little ground rat, come out!..." He muttered to himself and gradually fell asleep.
Outside the village, a figure slowly emerged. It was a young man in blue brocade clothes, it was Chen Xian.
His spiritual eyes scanned the area within a few miles and soon discovered the presence of a living person.
He immediately walked towards a wooden house outside the village.
There was a fire in the wooden house, and a scruffy little boy was curled up beside the brazier with his eyes squinting as if he was about to fall asleep.
And there was a smell of rotting corpse in the wooden house.
Chen Xian frowned slightly, his eyes falling on the two corpses on the wooden bed.
He had seen that everyone in the village was dead, but the little boy next to the brazier was still alive, which made him feel a little unbelievable.
The old demon Huang killed all the villagers, so it is impossible that he would leave behind a little boy.
"what!"
Chen Xian stared at the boy's forehead and couldn't help but let out a surprised sound. He flashed in front of the boy and stared at the latter's forehead bone.
The little boy's brow bone was indeed different from that of ordinary people. It was fiery red, like a red-hot iron.
"Senior Black Lotus, do you think he is born with a fire spirit root?"
"Very good, very good. This child was born with fire spirit roots. Hahaha, God is really helping me!" Hei Lian's excited voice came from Chen Xian's mind.
He really didn't expect that Chen Xian would find someone with natural spiritual roots so quickly, and it was still a child, just the time when his talents were being awakened.
Chen Xian's face was solemn: "But, he is alive."
Hei Lian said, "Boy, this child's life force is fading. Even if he is still alive, if you don't take care of him, he will starve to death sooner or later."
"But he met me, which was a chance. I will use him to be reborn and help him avenge his parents."
Chen Xian took a deep breath and looked at the two bodies on the wooden bed again. The man's body had already rotted, and the woman's body had also begun to rot.
The little boy's hands were also rotting. Just as Hei Lian said, no matter what he said, he would die sooner or later.
An Jing stared at the little boy for a long time, and finally he walked out of the cabin.
A lotus burning with black flames flew out from between his eyebrows and rushed into the wooden house.
The cabin was extremely quiet, without any sound of pain.
Three days later, a little boy's loud laughter was heard from the wooden house: "I am finally reborn! Hahahaha... Old Demon Huang, just wait for me!"
Chen Xian walked into the wooden house and looked at the little boy, Hei Lian. His eyes were dark and bright, and his wind-damaged skin and cracked lips had recovered, as had his rotten hands.
"Senior, I have done what I promised you!"
"There is nothing better in life than the grace of rebirth. Chen Xian, I owe you a huge favor. Whether in this world or in the fairyland in the future, I will never forget it. If you need help, I will do my best."
Chen Xian nodded and looked at the two bodies on the wooden bed. "Let's bury them and all the villagers. This can be regarded as the last thing we can do for this child."
"It's my duty!" said Hei Lian.
The two men immediately buried the boy's parents and erected a wooden tablet.
The evil spirit in the village was also sucked away by the black lotus, and more than 300 corpses in the village were quickly buried by the two men.
Outside the village.
“Chen Xian, in order to conceal my rebirth from the old demon Huang, you should stop calling me senior and call me Amu. This child is called Tietiemu, so I will be called Tiemu from now on.”
Chen Xian glanced at Hei Lian. It was indeed suspicious to call someone "senior" when he was only seven or eight years old.
"Amu, let's go!"
"Take me back to Fulong City first." Amu said.
Chen Xian knew that the Black Lotus had taken over Amu's body, and Amu had not practiced at all, and his physical body had no foundation at all. Even if the Black Lotus could control the physical body and exert some of the strength of the soul, it would probably damage Amu's physical body.
He took Amu and broke through the space, and soon returned to Fulong City.
"Brother, who is he?" Chen Rong asked curiously when he saw his brother bringing back a little boy wearing animal skins.
"The orphan is called Amu. He will live in the mansion from now on. Have someone prepare hot water for him to bathe and change him into a new set of clothes."
"Amu Amu."
Chen Rong smiled and took Amu away. (End of this chapter)
