Dayu Dynasty, Nanyan County, a small remote city.

It's not a big city, but the streets are full of traffic and crowds.

The streets of the city are crisscrossed by traffic. There are many wine shops and pawnshops on both sides. Many wandering merchants even put their stalls on the streets, and some sat quietly watching the changes, as if closing their eyes and meditating, just looking up at the passers-by in front of them from time to time; And some are shouting loudly, looking at the passing men, women and children always have a sparkle in their eyes, this time this scene, it is not prosperous.

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"The human race cultivates the domain, vast and boundless, and we ordinary people are flesh and blood, even if we are extremely poor all our lives, it is difficult to meet one of ten thousand......"

At the end of a street in the middle of the city, a young voice sang loudly, and even at this end of the street could be heard clearly.

"Just like the place where we are now, the famous Nanyan County, with a radius of thousands of miles, a population of tens of thousands, how vast the land, and how many people there are, but my Nanyan County belongs to the Dayu Dynasty, but it is only one of the ninety-nine governors of the Dayu Dynasty and one of the one hundred and eight border counties, and you can imagine how huge this Dayu Dynasty is."

"Even so, you fellow Daoists know that looking at this land, there are countless capitals like the Dayu Dynasty."

"Therefore, the Dayu Dynasty is just a small place for our human race to cultivate the domain, located in the corners, like a grain of sand in the desert and a drop of water in the sea."

"Hiss......"

There was a sound of gasping air all around.

If you look closely, it turns out that dozens of people are forming a circle at the moment, looking at the middle with full attention, sitting on a high stool, talking with eyebrows dancing and spitting everywhere, and the young Taoist priest who is dancing with great interest.

This young Xiaodao was only eleven or twelve years old, and his face was ordinary, but his phoenix eyes were clear, his eyes were thin and his eyebrows were long, and a trace of cunning light flashed in his eyes from time to time.

Young Dao was dressed in a shabby black robe, which was very long, apparently the size of an adult man, and it was particularly ill-fitting to wear on him, the skirt of the robe covering the yellow cloth shoes on his feet, and a section of it fell to the ground. However, although the robe was worn, it was washed cleanly and not stained with a trace of dust.

In addition, a cyan gourd was hung around the waist of the young man, and it kept swaying with its movements. The young man's hair was coiled up, and a half-broken mahogany hairpin was inserted in the middle. The most striking thing was the whisk on his right hand, like the hair of an old man, sparse and pale as snow.

Hearing the sound of the people around him inhaling, Xiaodao was excited, his expression was as if he was enchanted, his right hand shook the dust, leaned forward, the tip of his nose was almost on the face of a middle-aged man in front of him, and suddenly glared and shouted:

"You say this world is not big!"

The man was taken aback by Xiaodao's move, and subconsciously nodded and stammered: "Big ...... Big! ”

After hearing this person's answer, Xiaodao suddenly turned sideways, grabbed an old man's rough shirt, pulled it in front of him, looked at the old man who was close at hand, and shouted again: "You said that I am not small for mortals." ”

The old man was sprayed with spittle on the face of Xiaodao, and said in fright: "Xiao...... Small! ”

Hearing that the two of them had returned, Xiaodao immediately closed up, sat on the high stool, shook off the dust again, smiled and nodded.

"Yes, what the two Taoist friends said is extremely true, the vastness of heaven and earth, and the insignificance of mortals."

"However, people have spirits, they can practice, swallow the aura of heaven and earth, cast my spiritual body, and those with vast magical powers can fly to the sky and the earth, and even more can turn their hands into clouds and cover their hands for rain, and their life span is comparable to that of the sky."

As soon as these words came out, the fiery color that flashed in everyone's eyes was seen by Xiaodao.

The corners of Xiaodao's mouth lifted proudly, and he continued:

"Not to mention far away, just like my Nanyan County, there has been more than one person with such great powers."

"Four thousand years ago, my southern county suffered a flood, and when I looked up, I could only see the downpour falling down like a rolling waterfall.

"At the critical moment, a handsome man in a long shirt stepped forward, his handsome and extraordinary, like Pan An, only to see his feet step on, the earth suddenly cracked a ravine that stretched for thousands of miles, the rolling flood fell into it, goodbye to its 'snap' sound put away the folding fan, both hands raised, made a complex handprint, up to the top, the pouring rain suddenly went upstream, escaped into the nine days, resolved a catastrophe such as me, everyone does not know its name, only know its nickname ghost hand scholar."

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"Two thousand seven hundred years ago, my southern county encountered a worm famine that had not been encountered for 10,000 years, dense insect clouds were overwhelming, the original scorching sun was on the head, and the five fingers were not visible, flowers and trees, people, animals and poultry, all the insect clouds passed, and the corpses and bones were gone."

At this moment, the old man who was more than half a hundred years a year stepped forward, the old man had a white beard and long hair, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and he was a fairy atmosphere. I didn't see how the old man acted, he grabbed the gourd on his waist with one hand, slapped the gourd stopper, and said something in his mouth, and after a few breaths, he bit the index finger of his right hand and slammed it towards the gourd, and his mouth was even more violent and shouted 'receive'".

I saw the rain of insects rolling in the sky, and turned into a huge tornado, rolling towards the mouth of the gourd, which was only the size of a palm, for a day and a night, and the insect plague covering most of the southern counties was all included in the gourd. Everyone didn't know who the old man was, so they called him a real person. ”

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"Eight hundred years ago, in the originally calm Nanyan County, the livestock and livestock had a big temper, and some even rushed to hurt people, at first everyone didn't care, but after only a few days, the earth began to shake slightly, but after a few breaths, the shaking suddenly became violent, and after dozens of breaths, the houses collapsed, and the boulders on the top of the mountain rolled down. There are many high mountains in the southern part of the county, and as the earth shakes, a large number of high mountains rise with billowing smoke, and hot magma erupts suddenly. ”

Seeing this, mortals such as us will not be able to escape this catastrophe, just when everyone was filled with infinite fear, an immortal wind bone of the old way withdrew, and its feet stepped on the void, only seven steps, and appeared in the sky. Lao Dao looked at the messy Nanyan County under his feet, waved the dust in his hand, sprinkled it, and raised it, and actually drew a huge talisman in mid-air, with a cold snort from the old man, the talisman with a length of 1,000 zhang and a width of 500 zhang was finally completed, exuding an amazing spiritual pressure. Seeing this, the old man did not hesitate to bite the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of essence blood sprayed on the giant talisman, the giant talisman suddenly emitted a thousand zhang of light, and the old man slapped the dust in his hand, and the giant talisman turned into a streamer, falling from the sky and submerging into the south of the earth. At the same time, the erupting magma stopped, the shaking earth fell silent, and we mortals escaped once again. ”

"Everyone didn't know the name of the old Dao, so they called him the Divine Rune Daojun."

The people around him were completely attracted by his words, some clapped their hands, and some applauded.

Seeing this, the corners of Xiaodao's mouth lifted, and the essence in his eyes flashed, knowing that the time had come.

"After talking so much, do you fellow Daoists envy and yearn for this immortal family's skills?" Xiaodao's expression was upright, and he looked unfathomable.

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"You're not talking nonsense!"

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"That is, who doesn't yearn for that ability."

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"Yes, yes, the mountains and the sea, longevity and Tianqi, that is a fairy, being a fairy, who doesn't want to be a fairy."

Looking at the gossip around him, Xiaodao showed a very satisfied look and coughed lightly.

Seeing this, the people around closed their mouths and looked at Xiaodao intently again.

"Immortals, everyone wants to do it, but this immortal, not everyone can do it, if you want to be an immortal, it is not enough to have ambition, you must also have ......." Speaking of this, Xiaodao deliberately shut down, bought a pass, and looked at the people around him in a mysterious way.

"You mean, what else is there?"

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"yes, say it!"

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"You Taoist priest is like a little girl."

The eager expressions of the people around him were seen by Xiao Dao, and seeing that this pass was almost bought, Xiao Dao nodded, and then continued:

"In addition to ambition, you must also have spiritual roots."

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"Linggen?"

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"What is a spiritual root?"

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"Ahem, this spiritual root is something that can absorb spiritual energy and be used for cultivation, if you want to be an immortal, you must have a spiritual root, and you must have a spiritual root, so that you can cultivate into an immortal step by step."

As soon as this remark came out, the people around him talked about it again, and it was obvious that no one had ever heard of such a thing.

"Little Taoist, then how do you say I need to know if I have a spiritual root!"

At this moment, one of the people in the crowd said loudly, and this sentence was like saying the voice of the people around him, and everyone echoed it.

Xiaodao's heart is simply happy, these words are not only to say the voice of everyone, but also to say his own heart.

"That's a good question!"

Xiaodao exclaimed loudly, and then continued:

"This is also the purpose of the poor Dao here today, fellow Daoists, please take a look."

After speaking, I saw that Xiao Dao took out a yellowed book out of nowhere, and a few big characters were written crookedly on it, "Linggen Baojian"

"This is the "Spiritual Root Treasure", this book is a treasure record to identify whether you have a spiritual root, and there are detailed identification methods in it."

"Poor Dao is not talented, and the immortal family exercises naturally do not have it, but there is this most basic "Spiritual Root Treasure Book", which can open a door to the immortal family for a Taoist friend."

"Today's encounter is fate, since I have a fate with all my Taoist friends, this "Linggen Baojian" will be sold at a low price and sold to all Taoist friends, this...... It's just a tael of silver and a book, don't think it's expensive, you must know that this thing is only nine ...... More than 400 volumes. One or two pieces of silver can open a door to the immortal family, where can you meet such a great good thing. ”

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"Fellow Daoists, they all said that meeting is fate, don't go, let's take a look, I still have basic cultivation exercises here, I was originally going to buy two taels of silver, but now it only costs ten yuan."

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"Eh, it's really not okay to pay five cents, don't go."

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"I still have more than a dozen gourds here, this is the same style as the Linghu real people used back then, let's take a look, only three pennies a piece."

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"Auntie, look at this gourd, I will buy it for you for two pennies when I see that you are old and strong, and it will not be a loss to take it back and fill it with salt, auntie, auntie, don't go."

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"I still have dozens of talismans here, and they are also one or two similar to the Dao of the Divine Rune Daojun, and the five cents are not expensive."

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"It's really not okay to pay a dozen, and it's okay to take it to the toilet."

Seeing that dozens of people had turned into birds, Xiaodao was angry.

"A group of poor sour, your ancestral grave only met Dao Ye and me when there was green smoke, I don't know anything about such a good thing, you deserve to be poor and sour for the rest of your life, phew!"

Just as Xiaodao was cursing, a group of patrol officers and soldiers in armor walked over in the distance with spears in hand.

"That poor storyteller, what do you look at, it's about you stinky Taoist, don't get out yet, you blocked it here yesterday, and you will come back today." As he spoke, a few people were about to do it.

"Let's go, let's go, don't be rude."

When Xiaodao saw a few people coming, he wanted to pack up his things and get out, but where did a few people want to give him time to clean up, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, he mentioned the thin Xiaodao and went straight to the city gate in three or two steps.

Then he threw Xiaodao out of the city, and Xiaodao was about to stand up, but he saw that all the guys he was eating were also thrown out, several stacks of books, dozens of gourds, and a long bench, which clattered on the ground and raised a large amount of dust.

"See you break your legs again, get out!"

Xiaodao ate a few mouthfuls of dust, choked that uncomfortable, and had already several ancestors more than a thousand times in his heart.

"What a bunch of things, stinky and shameless, don't buy the treasure record of the Taoist master, you deserve to patrol for the rest of your life, I'm blushing!"

After seeing a few officers and soldiers disappear, Xiaodao dared to scold while patting the dust on his body.

But scolding and scolding, he hurriedly put away the high stool, and at the same time wrapped a few dozen thick books on the ground, a dozen green gourds wrapped in a rag, hung on the high stool, and then put the high stool on his shoulder, holding the dust in his left hand, and his right hand had to carry a section of the robe on the ground under his feet, as if he had a habit of cleanliness, and was unwilling to let the robe under his feet be stained with a trace of dust, and the trail shook and slowly disappeared into the field outside the city gate.