Returning to the residence from outside the city, Xiang Xue taught Qin Yu another lesson about the carrying capacity of the soul.
"Now that you have practiced to this day, even if I don't say it, you should understand that the soul is the foundation of life, and it is infinitely more valuable than the physical body. When the strength is raised to a certain level and you feel the existence of the Dragon Gate of Heaven and Earth, you need to open up a path that belongs to you. Knock on the door to achieve the realm of God.”
"It's like taking the soul as the foundation, and the road to the divine way is the temple above. Only when the foundation is strong and large enough can the temple be built sturdy and beautiful. Of course, strictly speaking, this metaphor is nothing special. That's right, you just understand it for the time being."
"No matter what kind of Shinto path you have concluded, in the final analysis, it must be based on your own soul. It is said that with the strength of your soul, it should be no problem to support more than three Shinto paths at the same time, but it is very difficult. Obviously, there's something going on here that I don't know about."
Xiang Xue looked at Qin Yu with bright eyes, "If you are willing to be open and honest and tell me about your situation, I don't mind listening patiently and helping you make suggestions."
Qin Yu frowned and didn't speak, being open and honest, let alone facing Xiang Xue, it was impossible for anyone. There are so many secrets about him, that sometimes, he thinks about it, and he feels terrified. It would be fatal to expose one or two casually.
What Xiang Xue said should be right, the problem lies in his soul carrying capacity, as for the reason... Qin Yu first thought of the little blue lantern, its existence to this day is full of incredible in Qin Yu's eyes.
Another one, Qin Yu thought of the sun and moon force field in the soul space, rising in the east and setting in the west. Although he still hasn't fully understood its function, the power of the sun and moon force field is beyond doubt.
Raising his hand and rubbing his eyebrows, Qin Yu let out a breath, ignoring Xiang Xue's expectant eyes, and said directly, "What can you do?"
Xiang Xue pouted, "There are many ways, but I don't know the specific reason, so I can only give you the most difficult suggestion." She stretched out her hand and put her five fingers together, palm up, "It's like, this palm is yours. The soul of the god, now it's too small for you to carve the path of the gods on it, but as long as this..."
Saying that she separated her fingers, "The soul is stronger, the carrying capacity will naturally increase, and the difficulties will be solved. But don't say I didn't remind you, the treasures that strengthen the soul, no matter what realm it is in, are extremely precious treasures. Let alone, You have reached the level of feeling the dragon gate of heaven and earth, and if you want to improve the strength of your soul, it is not difficult for you."
Qin Yu nodded, "What you said makes sense."
Xiang Xue turned his head to look at Qin Yu, then looked at Qin Yu again, blinking in confusion, thinking for a while and said, "You don't seem to be worried at all?"
Facing her eyes, Qin Yu smiled, "Yeah."
He nodded and admitted but didn't say much, because at this time, Qin Yu had already thought of a way to find a powerful soul treasure.
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Chuanshui City, where Qin Yu and several people currently live, is a small-scale human city with half a master.
The only half-master is a lousy old man, wearing tattered clothes all day, dragging a broken leg against the side of the road, just like a miserable beggar. If someone gave it to eat, it would take a bite, and if it was ignored, it would curl up into a ball and sleep late in the sun.
The poor old man has been in the city for many years. He is very lazy, and has basically never left this street. Many residents of the long street have long recognized him.
I heard that a few years ago, a wealthy family looked at him as pitiful and wanted to help him cure his broken leg and give him a living, but was rejected by the old man, shaking his head and saying that he is very satisfied with his current life. , do not want to make any changes.
Speaking of it now, people who knew the old man couldn't help but pouted and scolded him for what he deserved. Now this tragic situation is self-inflicted.
The old man didn't take these rumors to heart at all. How to live every day is still happy.
It was raining lightly on this day, the gloomy sky was accompanied by gusts of wind, and there was a bit of piercing chill. People on the street were in a hurry, and most of them were reluctant to stay outside in this weather.
The old man was lying comfortably on a stone, letting the rain wash away finely on him, taking away the dirt on his body, and the muddy water flowing down, turning the pools accumulated on the ground black.
Several carriages stopped far away, and a few people came down one after another. Pedestrians on the long street, and behind the windows of the left and right buildings, many people's expressions changed slightly, showing a sense of awe.
These people seem to be walking on the street, but their feet are separated from the ground by a line, and their boots will not get wet at all.
"Sir, we met again. I didn't expect that you are still in this place after many years." The head of the old man with white beard and hair smiled and spoke with a hint of respect.
The expressions of a few young people behind him changed slightly, frowning at the old man, but no matter how they looked at it, there was a dirty beggar in front of them.
Because it has not been groomed all the year round, and now it is poured by the rain, the faint smell on the body is indeed a bit pungent.
Two of the girls couldn't help raising their hands to cover their mouths and noses, with disgust in their eyes.
The old man opened his eyes and his face was full of folds. He glanced up and down at the old man, "Who are you? Just leave if you have nothing to do, don't disturb me in the bath!"
This time, several young men with a calm attitude couldn't help but change their expressions, and looked at him with a bad look in their eyes.
The white-haired old man raised his hand to stop the disciples behind him, smiling unchanged: "The old gentleman observes all kinds of living beings every day, and it is normal for me not to remember me. I asked you a question in this place 40 years ago. ."
He paused for a moment, his eyes showing reminiscence, "I didn't quite understand your answer at that time, I thought I was crazy, but I would believe... your words. But I later learned that the answer you gave me was the real answer. The good words of gold and jade have made me what I am today."
The old man bowed his hands and saluted, "I take the liberty to come here today, one is to thank you for the kindness that solved the doubts back then, and the other is to invite you to leave with me. I have obtained permission and will build a new school. If the old man If you wish, sir, you will be the owner of half of this school."
This time, the disciples behind the old man were really shocked, their eyes widened in disbelief.
To be recognized and qualified to build a school is enough to prove the strength of the teacher.
Even a few days ago, in the face of the master of Pengcheng who met them and his party, when he was the real master in the territory of hundreds of thousands of miles, the teacher never had such a respectful attitude... Who is this old guy? ? It is worth the teacher!
At this moment, the rain is a little heavier than before, and the raindrops are densely connected to the long line, mercilessly hitting the old man's face, making him unable to help but slightly narrow his eyes, as if he is seriously looking at the person who is talking in front of him.
After a while, he muttered something in a low voice, and the old man closed his eyes and started chasing people, "I don't remember talking to you, even if I did, I would have forgotten what it was, hurry up and don't affect my mood. ."
The white-haired old man hesitated for a while, and sighed, "I don't know what the old man has any scruples, but Bai's sincere invitation will remain unchanged. If you change your original intention in the future, you can ask someone about the name Bai Congyue and build it under the The school will always open the door for you.”
The old man didn't bother to say anything this time, and waved his hands to a few people.
"Teacher, since the old gentleman doesn't want to give in, let's leave." Behind him, a young disciple said respectfully.
Before Bai Congyue could speak, a calm voice sounded in the rain curtain behind him, "Yeah, you should have left long ago, why are you here, constantly touching on sad things."
The lousy old man lying on the stone in the rain, his eyelids twitched a few times, and although he didn't open his chest, it was much bigger than before.
The group turned around and saw a man in black robe standing in the rain curtain. His whole person seemed to be integrated with the heavy rain. The raindrops fell from the top of his head, passed through his body, and then fell to the ground and merged into the converging water flow. inside.
Breath induction, this person does not seem to be strong, but the cloud and mountain fog cover is blurred, he is clearly standing here, but it seems to be separated by an endless long distance.
Even, no one noticed when he appeared here.
Bai Congyue frowned slightly and cupped her hands: "Why did this gentleman say this?"
Although he couldn't see the figure under the black robe, the other party was full of the vicissitudes of the years, enough to be called this title.
Of course, the more important reason is that Bai Congyue can't see through the person in front of him, he is like a phantom, vague and untouchable.
At first glance, it looks as fragile as a mirror, and it can be crushed with a single finger, but it can be sensed carefully, and a hint of threat can be felt.
A trace of... a mortal threat!
Yes, it is fatal.
In Bai Congyue's view, this description is not excessive at all.
Originally, this was just a question to open up the situation. He didn't think the other party would really answer, but things were unexpected again.
The man in black robe said lightly: "This little guy must have made some mistakes back then. He was imprisoned in this place. He didn't want to leave, but he couldn't leave at all."
Swah—
Lying on the stone, the old man who had a bad attitude towards Bai Congyue and his party, turned over and knelt on the ground, "Junior Banbu, please be kind and rescue the senior!"
bang—
bang—
When kowtowing, the water splashed, the slate on the ground cracked, and the bright red blood was left along the forehead, mixed with the rain and quickly dyed it red.
Filthy, dirty long hair, mixed with blood and rain, pressed tightly against his face, making him even more embarrassed.
Ban Bu's eyes exposed in the gap stared at Qin Yu nervously, for fear that he would turn around and leave.
It's been so many years, this is the first time Ban Bu has met, and he can see through his predicament at a glance. If he misses this opportunity, he doesn't know how many years he will have to wait... In other words, Ban Bu is not sure, he How many years can it last.
bang—
bang—
The sound of kowtow was incessant, and the blood flowed more and more, the man in black robe stood there, maintaining the initial calm and indifference, as if he did not see all this in front of him.
The air was suddenly heavy, and an invisible mountain seemed to come down, pressing on everyone's heads, causing them to bow their heads subconsciously, and breathing became cautious and difficult.
Bai Congyue hesitated again and again, "This gentleman..."
The next words were interrupted by a look from the bottom of the black robe, Bai Congyue's vest became cold, and there was a feeling that the whole person was seen through. Below the chest and abdomen, because of the hidden dangers left by breaking through the gods, there was a hint of sourness. Ma Lai.
Fortunately, this look just swept over him and landed on Ban Bu, and an old voice sounded under the black robe, "If it wasn't for the old man and your ancestors, and you have suffered enough punishment over the years, you Do you think the old man will appear here?"
Ban Bu was stunned, not knowing what to think, and his tears rolled in an instant. He fell on the ground and said in a sad voice, "I know it's wrong, I really know it's wrong, please help me sir... help me!"
"This old man never leaves empty-handed. Remember... There is a mountain outside the city, and the sun, moon, yin and yang are inviolable. After you get out of trouble, find a treasure to raise your soul and bring it here."
"Junior obeys!"
In the rain, the black robe raised his hand and pointed out, and there was no other action, but everyone here heard a soft "click".
Turning around and stepping back, the black robe merged into the rain curtain and disappeared in front of everyone.
Just like when he came, the difference is that even if they watched, they didn't know how the man in black robe left.
Ban Bu, who was kneeling on the ground, respectfully kowtowed in the direction Heipao left. He slowly stood up from the ground, and his whole person was like a long sword that had fallen off the mottled and rusted surface, and released a long sword. The powerful breath of heart palpitations.
boom-
Above the entire Chuanshui City, the rain curtain that covered the sky disappeared instantly, and the thick black clouds dispersed, revealing a bright red sun.
The blazing, dazzling sunlight shone down and shone on Ban Bu. With his back straight, a muffled sound of "bang" and "bang" was constantly heard from his body, and the whole person quickly became younger, and the power that had been dusty for a long time completely returned at this moment.
"Fellow Daoist Bai, your previous proposal, after Ban completes the instructions of the senior, he will go to look for you and leave."
Ban took one step at a time, and the roar of the sky suddenly sounded, and the mighty power of the world gathered and condensed into a sword under his feet.
The sword cry sounded, the sword cry fell, and Ban Bu disappeared at the end of the world.