Need for Soul Rescue Master

Chapter 91 A dream of a thousand years (2)
Lin Shaoyu wanted to say something, but he seemed to be sealed in his body, he could only see and hear, but could not speak.

"Immortal!"

When he heard himself say this, his brain was very confused, cultivating immortals... why did he answer like this, are there immortals in this world?
The man raised his eyebrows and glanced at Lin Shaoyu up and down, "Little baby, you don't have spiritual roots, don't waste your efforts, go home!"

"I do not!"

Stubborn, unyielding, roaring like a lone wolf.

Lin Shaoyu watched as she pushed the man away, stood up from the grass, and tremblingly stepped on the avenue that seemed to reach the sky again.

The blisters under the stone mill's feet hurt, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, sweating coldly, and continued to move forward.

The man was pushed a little bit confused by that push, with peach blossom eyes, blinked and blinked twice, turned sideways and saw the little back, so he stepped forward and grabbed his shoulder and said: "Children... I will take you down the mountain. "

"I don't, you are a bad person." The child didn't listen to the persuasion at all, and stared at the man fiercely, and opened his mouth to bite the wrist that the man was holding on to.

The man raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't feel the pain, and was a little confused. He didn't look down at the wound until the child couldn't bite and let go. The bone was deep enough to see the bone, and blood flowed down the corner of the child's lips.

The child still stared at him with wolf-like eyes.

Cursing his lips, the man took out a wine gourd, put it on the ground, and saw that it swelled instantly, and then he slowly climbed up, "Kid, I'm waiting for you on it..."

The child just glanced at the man's back that was gradually flying away. There was no emotion in his eyes, only a kind of obsession to go up supported his consciousness, and he climbed up step by step like a machine...

Another day passed, and the child was still moving on that path of heaven. The temperature difference between day and night in the mountains was huge. No matter how strong his will was, he didn't have a strong body. Already a swap.

A gourd dangled slowly from the bottom of the mountain, and the man in white lay on his side, leaning over to look at the child below...

"It's not too late, I'll take you back."

Child, when I heard the sound, my lips moved, and the sound was as thin as a mosquito humming...

The man frowned, lazily put away the gourd and squatted down in front of the child, put his ear to the child's lips, only to hear a weak voice... "No."

idiot...

With a flick of his sleeve, the child was rolled up, climbed onto the gourd, and disappeared down the ladder at an extremely fast speed...

"Have you heard that Uncle Feng has accepted a fool who has no spiritual roots as his apprentice..."

"That is to say, like a wild child, he doesn't say hello when he sees people. Uncle Feng is also true. Even if he fell from the golden core to the foundation, he can't do it. There is no need to fall like this. A child servant That’s it, you still have to accept disciples.”

"Shhhh... Seeing that guy staring at us, he dared to stare at us."

"Stop talking, Master Feng is coming back soon, you will be in trouble..."

Lin Shaoyu saw that the children's fingers holding the kettle turned white, and stared fiercely at the backs of those children, with a glint in their eyes.

"Yaoer... Yaoer...does it sound nice for me to call you that?"

"Yaoer, what do you think of the one I drew? Does it look like you?"

"Yao'er, just open your mouth and say something, what's so good about those Breach Art, you can't practice it, unless..."

"Unless what?" With a little hoarseness, without the clarity of a child, those big persistent eyes were fixed on the man, who was the person who had been persuading him on the mountain road that day because of his family. His name——Feng Xuan Yi, the most talented disciple of Qingyun Sect, already had a golden core before he was 20 years old. Unfortunately, he was plotted against by someone in the battle with the deep sea monster and was seriously injured. His cultivation directly fell to the foundation building stage, and his spiritual root was damaged. Don't even think about having an inch.

And now this person is his master.

"Ha... My youngest son is finally willing to talk, but unfortunately, the master is just joking, there is no way!"

A certain nasty guy who only enjoys teasing his own disciples now, with his hands showing his white teeth, no matter how you look at him, he is grinning.

The child had no expression on his face, turned around and left, but he didn't pay attention to Feng Xuanyi for a whole month.

Where the children did not see behind, Lin Shaoyu saw the unreliable master who was always cynical, restrained the arc between his lips, and looked up at the sky thoughtfully.

I have a very bad premonition in my heart, I always feel that something will happen, I will be very regretful, very painful.

Time flies. It has been ten years since the child went up the mountain. In a blink of an eye, he has turned into a 15-year-old boy. He still has a sloppy face and holds the simplest body method of self-cultivation in his hand. He has been practicing for ten years. , but still hovering at the Qi training level.

He has never slackened in his practice. He practiced three nines in winter and three days in summer. He sweated a lot more than others, but even so, he was still far behind by his fellow disciples.

In pursuit of immortality, aptitude is more important, and hard work alone is difficult to make up for!
Who let him, who let him have no spiritual roots.

Spiritual root is a name in the world of comprehension. What it means specifically, there has been no exact description for tens of thousands of years. We only know that with spiritual roots, the speed of cultivation is much faster than that of ordinary people without spiritual roots. That is to say, theoretically speaking, ordinary mortals with ordinary qualifications are not unable to cultivate true, but they only get twice the result with half the effort... No, they should put in ten times the effort, and they are not half as good as others.

Simply put, it is thankless.

The out-of-the-ordinary master has been away for more than three years, but he hasn't returned yet. No one calls "Yaoer" in his ear. On the contrary, he feels very uncomfortable. He will be distracted when he sees the reclining chair under the flower vine that he often sits on.

Bastard master, even if you can't come back because of something, don't you have the time to send a message?
Lin Shaoyu saw the child... oh, no, he was already a teenager, kicking his master's favorite chair angrily, and then went back to the room, and with a bang, he retreated again.

At night, the Cangshan Mountain is silent, the dense forest is silent, a crescent moon, a few residual stars, and the peacock blue night is as beautiful as a moving fairy tale.Everything is silent, only the roaring sound of the waterfall in the back mountain can be heard. The sound is particularly intense in the night, but it seems so quiet. It is just its heavy breathing, which finally melts into the thick night and the vast mountain forest.

The boy sat motionless on the slum and was still meditating unremittingly.

"Yaoer..."

Very light, very light, but the young man still heard it. He opened his eyes in an instant and opened the door. Under the moonlight, the man with peach blossom eyes was still the same as before, but he was dressed in white clothes like a fairy, and his handsome face was slightly pale. , The wind blows the fallen leaves, the young man feels a little cold for no reason, he gathers his clothes and looks at the man, neither speaks nor calls Master.

(End of this chapter)